Its not often that your Mistress writes about things that happen outside of the chambers let alone an in depth description of sessions I’ve had. I prefer to keep things private unless My slaves are fine with My sharing.  Or I will post what they have written in the form of their own testimonial which has as much detail as they feel comfortable enough to share.

Today’s post is something different entirely!

Since letting go of My chambers and the stress of life in the city, I’ve been renting the chambers in Ashton. This has afforded Me the mental freedom to start enjoying BDSM in a lifestyle capacity outside of dungeon like I used to. Its great to let My hair down and on this occasion I invited My non Dominatrix friend over for the evening for fun and games with My slave @carbootslave. I’ve known carbootslave for a few years now since the very first time I invited him over to clean My house and do My ironing and pay for My food shopping. He comes to Manchester once every few months from Scotland to serve Me. After years of his service I decided it was time to have some real fun with him. So I did!!

The look of amusement on My non Dominatrix friends face was priceless. She isn’t quite vanilla but she hasn’t ever experienced a slave/Domme situation either. She is naturally stunningly beautiful and having known her for 19 years, I can honestly say, she is still as stunning as the first time I ever met her as a teen and equally as demanding of men to serve her in every way possible. As teens and growing up together, you cannot imagine the madness We used to and still do get up to on a night out. Equally as mischievous, people often ask us if we are sisters. I knew this night was going to be a night to remember… and it was!

I started the night by meeting My slave at the station. He is pathetic and cannot drive. He is so messy and useless at every other task I set him that he is probably safer off the road. Especially on a visit to see Me, he can barely eat or think straight let alone drive a car safely.

I took him from the station to an all you can eat Indian buffet. The waiter asked us for a name to add to the table so I gave the name ‘worm’ which was added to the final bill. The waiter looked at My slave who was obviously beaming with pride and embarrassment and then smirked. ‘Ok’ he said laughing and left us to choose our food. Normally I tell My slave what he can and cannot eat. Once I made him go to a Chinese buffet and eat only brown and beige food and nothing green or red or remotely healthy, followed by eating all My left overs. Suffice to say he was very sick with all that MSG and oil, much to My delight So in retrospect on this occasion I decided to allow him full freedom to eat what he wanted. I wanted him to be in full health for the things we had planned.

After him requesting for and paying the bill for ‘worm’ W/we left the restaurant to go and collect My vanilla friend. I toyed with the idea of arriving with My slave in the boot of My car, but the boot was full of gifts that I had requested him buy for us that there was no room.

After collecting My friend we went to the local supermarket where I ordered My slave to go and buy Me a bottle of Rioja whilst My friend and I sat in the car scheming

We arrived at My house and My slave immediately dropped to his knees from the moment he carried in Our presents. We received our wine, cards, flowers and My lovely Elemis. Not content with him kissing Our feet I ordered him to strip down and wear just a thong. The fun had already started for Me from the moment I collected him from the station, it was now My friends turn!

“Take a photo of Us” She demanded. My slave pressing the camera button was unable to take a decent photo that was not shaky. Repeatedly he messed up the shots. For every shot he ruined he was rewarded with a kick in the balls by Me. Eventually We grew so tired of how pathetic he was that We ordered him to go into the ‘stupid corner’ and face the wall. Which is he where he stayed whilst My friend kicked him in the bottom with her very sharp sexy stiletto ankle boots.All the while telling him how pathetic and useless he was.

After some time in the corner I decided it was time to have him to amuse us by running around the garden under the 500W security floodlights in his thong first and later naked. My house and garden are very large and overlooked by about 6 houses. As he was running around the garden, the security floodlights were going on in the other gardens too alerting the neighbours to his antics. Meanwhile My friend and I were choking and laughing. I’m sure the neighbours saw him. So what if they did? I just didn’t care. I still don’t lol.

We made him do ballet dancing, star jumps, run in circles and crawl around. All whilst wearing a slave hood and later running naked in the pink shower cap.

Once he was back in the house I made him crawl around with a cleaning cloth whilst sniffing the floor to make sure there were no dirty parts on the carpet walked in from the garden including any grass and bugs. My friend and I laughed watching his skinny bottom up in the air and his face down just sniff sniff sniffing continuously.

Once he confirmed that the carpet was indeed clean, We sent him into the kitchen where he was ordered to eat the squishy remains of My home made apple and cinnamon crumble minus the crumble. It looked like vomit, but tasted great. He was lucky I didn’t make him eat real vomit from a plate.

Once he had finished his plate I decided it was time to have My feet massaged. After a while of tolerating his poor efforts to massage My feet We decided he may be of more use as a human footstool. Surely this would be more relaxing than his massage attempts.

The footstool was then followed by a musical dancing interlude as My slave gyrated and sang to us about how much he loved cock and dildos whilst rubbing himself grotesquely like a slut. We laughed hysterically.

By this point My friend and I were very relaxed and decided to retire to the study to look at photos We’d taken and laugh at things on the internet. My slave of course was not allowed to partake or enjoy the photos and so he was left at the bottom on the stairs hog tied and left to sleep. At one point My feet were cold and I decided to have him as a footrest under My computer desk to warm them up. It was approaching 1am by this point and I decided that after some shoe, boot and foot worship, I would send My slave on his way home to his hotel in a taxi.

I asked My friend about what she thought about the night. She said ” I wasn’t that shocked really, But then we’ve always done crazy shit and always will, it felt very normal to me and it was fun”…..another Mistress in the making perhaps?

(Please note, I do not offer this kind of session at home to just anyone. It was a rare occasion at home with a friend. I have shared this because I felt it was something fun and different. This post is in no way advertising sessions at My home and this is definitely not on offer so DO NOT ASK. I hope you enjoyed the post)