Consistency.

Last week was odd.
Things happened that, were much different than the usual daily things.

Most important, the birds that slave had to announce to two of his workers.

That was a stressful situation for him to administrate but he had to do it.

Another thing, pleasant this time, was the collaboration with a new person at work.

A weekend with his parents was a multi-emotional situation too.

Slave had to deal with various decisions and emotions through these conditions.

I was thinking during those days that, when similar situations occured the previous years, slave would react differently and would get totally disconnected from the D/s.
He would behave vanilla and most important, he would forget most of his chores and tasks.

But, not this time.
As I was watching him, while at the same time I let him loose from demands, I saw that nothing changed on him.

Although his mood was diminished and wasn't the best, he did his best!

Begining from his morning - earlier than Mine - awakening, making My coffee and then go to drink his in the bathroom.
Then, his kneeling for kissing My boots before I leave for work.
His willing to go buy Me something for breakfast and bring it to the office or go to the super-market after work and take the things we needed for lunch.

It was a great pleasure for Me to see him later at home cooking meal, although tired and stressed from work.
What I liked most, was the natural way in which he acted all these days.

Neither nagging nor resentment for all the things he had to do in order to serve Me.

He would set the table and would wash the dishes after lunch.
He would make our afternoon coffees while I was resting on the couch and he would serve it with a piece of cake and a glass of water.

Another thing that satisfied Me, was the maintenance of his slutty behavior.
I gave him some strap-on fucks and he got many spits on his face without an orgasm, yet without complaint.

The odd week ended with slave's Sunday's night humiliating orgasm, after I had his cock masturbated and his face repeatedly spit.

That's My good slave!
Despite the tough days he went through, nothing was able to block his consistency.

Strap-on Slut

My slut entered the bedroom last night, in sexy lingerie and having a naughty mood...
Then, lighted a cigarette and placed it on My lips.

I was already horny seeing the slut so sexy...

I smoked the cigarette and turned the slut face on the pillow.

I removed her string, spread slut's legs, then her buttocks and started spitting and licking with My tongue her hot and horny pussy who was eager to be fucked.

I took the strap-on and the lubricant off the drawer.
I was fucking the slut while she was moaning and begging for more...



- You are a fucking slut Denise, do you know it?
- Yes Ma'am, i'am...
- you can't get enough of My cock you bitch, can you?
- No Ma'am i can't, fuck me harder....

I already had two orgasms before removing the strap-on from slut's fucked pussy.
I layed down, grabbed slut's head and started spitting on her face for keeps, while at the same time I was thrashing her butts with My other hand.

- Now, go wash your face you whore.

When Denise returned in the bedroom, I collared her, adjusted a chain to the middle ring of the collar and then fastened the chain on the bed.
I loved the view of My fucked and restrained slut!

- Goodnight Denise.
- Goodnight Ma'am...

Issue.

My opinion on various subjects that have to do with the D/s, are known to many of you.
There are things I consider absolutely necessary and things I consider less important.
Unfortunately, not all of them depend on My will.
They are either obtainable or not.

One of them is the "chastity device".
As time passes by after the last disappointment with the 13A device, I realized this:

Chastity is more necessary than I thought and is of great importance and impact.

I promised Myself that, I wouldn't let the lack of chastity affect Me.
But it did.
That's because I believe that chastity, affects half- and even more - of the D/s's evolution.

Having the slave chastised is multiply beneficial.
- it's about control
- it's about training
- it's about discipline
- it's about denial
- it's about teasing
- it's about mental and physical Domination.

Now, without the slave chastised, I realized that all the above, are diminished.
My libido is also diminished because I don't have the trigger I had.

And let's be honest: how could I?
It's silly to have the slave with no chastity and demand from him to be denied for - let's say - 3 months.
It's just not possible because , even if he doesn't jerk off in the meantime, if I start teasing him, it's more than possible that he'll ejaculate.
And I don't want it.
My desire was for slave to be permanently chastised and denied.

The most important of all is that, the mental and physical impact that chastity has on Me and slave, is so strong and absolute and nothing can replace it.
Without it, the ways of Dominating him, are also dimished and I don't like it!

I discussed with slave the contigency of circumcision but then again, I have two promblems:

- I'm afraid of surgeries because I have three traumatic experiences Myself,
- I'm not sure if circumcision will be the solution and I honestly don't want to put slave in such an experiment, unless I'm sure about the results.

Dead end and lack of choices at the moment.
I just have to adjust to reality.

Brand-New Mauve Boots

I had a day off work yesterday, so I decided to spend it by doing some pleasant and relaxing things.
Go downtown and see some of the people I love.

I began by visiting My grandparents. I had a coffee there, we chatted a little and then I went to see a friend who I hadn't seen for a long time.
Another coffee there, a little chat about other common friends, our jobs and various "women's stuff" and I left, having in mind to go searching for a carpet I needed for home.

While I was walking on the way I had parked My car, I dropped on a large shoes shop window...

Oh God, that was such a delight!!
I can't describe to you how many shoes I saw.
And boots!! So many boots!!
Boots of various colours and designs for every occasion.

It's true: Buying shoes or boots, wasn't in My plans yesterday.
I have black stileto boots, brown high heels boots, cowboy boots, black suede high heels boots,red shiny boots, riding boots, many boots...
but I felt so vulnerable when I saw that suede mauve pair of boots..
I was staring at them and I felt as if they were telling Me:
"Buy us"!!

I imagined them with blue jeans and got excited.
At that moment I remembered that, a few months ago, I bought a handbag of the same colour.
That was it! I had to make them Mine!




I entered the shop and just told the seller to give Me these boots in My size.
- Will you try them on Miss?
- Oh no dear, no, I don't believe it's possible that My size has changed. It's been stable for many years. Just put them in a bag.

I paid and left!

I Did It!!

Neeple Piercing is done!

I did it yesterday at 18.00 p.m.
I guess feedback is useful for those who are interested, so , that's what happened:

To My surprise, I was very calm while waiting for the piercer to get his things ready for the piercing.
He suggested "bars" to be the jewel during the piercing, since it's the most appropriate one.
He also suggested the 1,6 gauge.
So, I only chose the colour.

He explained the whole procedure and he insisted to the fact that I shouldn't make a move during the piercing.
He explained every step he was about to take:

He first had to mark the points on he neeple which he was about to pierce,
then he would put the forceps on the first neeple,
then he would put some anaesthetic spray on the neeple,
then he would pierce the neeple with a sterilized needle and finally, he would insert the jewel in the neeple.

He then asked Me to lay down on the leather bed and stay still.
My heart began to move a little faster so, I asked slave to come closer and hold My hand.

The piercer started the procedure and at the same time he was explaining exactly what he was doing.
Once again, he told Me not to move and to take a deep breath.
I did so and by the time I exhaled, he said:

-O.k Alice, the first piercing is over.
-Wow! That was fast and absolutely painless!! I said.
- O.k then, let's continue with the other neeple.

He came to other side of the bed and explained again what he was doing.
When he got ready, he told Me to take another deep breath.
I did so but....
- Shit!!That hurt!!
- Don't move please, one more second to insert the jewel and we are ready.
By the time I took another deep breath he had finished.

He said we did fine and that he now had to put gauzes on the neeples, which I had to keep on for 1 hour.
He also said that the neeples might bleed a little bit but I shouldn't worry about it.
He gave Me a liquid cleanser with which I must clean My neeples 4 times a day for one week.

So, that was it, I had My neeples pierced and that felt great!

We left and went for lunch.
It was 10 minutes after the piercing and...oh God I started feeling a strong pain in both neeples!
Slave explained that it was normal because the anaesthetic's impact was over.
He also said that I would feel this pain for a couple of hours that's exactly what happened....

That was inferno!
I was feeling as if I had burns on both breasts.
I was suffering.

When we returned home, I removed the gauzes.
The left neeple was fine. Not a single drop of blood.
But the right neeple was bleeding.
That was a little scary but slave assured Me that, it was normal.

I took a tepid shower and put the gauze back on the right breast again.
It kept on bleeding a little till late at night.
At about 12.00 p.m ,the pain became periodical and softer.
I had discomfort during sleeping but in the morning, things were much better.

Right now, 24 hours later, no blood, no pain,only a slight discomfort and two beautiful neeple piercings!

I'm Jealous, Jealous, Jealous!!

O.k, I've always been sincere and I'll continue this way.

Long before I ask from slave to get his nipple pierced, I wanted a nipple piercing Myself.
But, I was hesitating because My breast area is very sensitive and it aches most of the time.

To tell you the truth, I was afraid.
The fear had to do with the unknown degree of pain I'm about to feel during the piercing.

But, what the hell, I've been trough tougher situations and besides, the piercer uses an anaesthetic.
Not only this but, slave's deposition that he didn't hurt a bit, gives Me courage.

So, after I saw slave's pierced nipple, I felt jealous.
How could I not be?
It is so fucking sexy!

Yesterday I decided to do it.
I told slave to call the piercer and set an appointment for Wendesday afternoon.
And that was it!

Tomorrow is the big day.
Today, I fear less.
Besides, slave will be with Me...

Ruined Orgasm

Now that slave isn't locked anymore, I decided to take advantage of it.

I don't remember telling you that, having intercourse with slave's P.A pierced cock, is heaven!
Sunday's afternoon I was in a mood for a strong and long-standing fuck.



The previous months, due to slave's denial because of his chastity device,he got well trained in standing erections without having an orgasm.

Except for that, the rest of the time, by having him denied but frequently teased, he also got very well trained, in standing up to intercourse without ejaculating.

Both occasions give Me satisfaction, because both are major points for establishing more control on him.

Using his -hard as rock -cock for giving Me multiple and strong orgasms, was at the same time a chance to check his own ability and will to controling and ignoring his cock.



He did great!
Although he had Me striking on his cock for a long time, he was only thinking of My pleasure and satisfaction and didn't even think of giving his cock a reward.

That made Me arrogant and bitchy...

I lolled next to him and started pinching his nipple, licking his ear,squeezing his balls and scratching his cock.
It was the moment he started moaning of pleasure when I started spitting on his face.
He always enters into subspace when I spit him.
That really turns Me on!

I was spitting him measurently and constantly.
At the same time I grabbed in My palm his hard cock and started moving it up and down very slowly.
I kept the rate in My moves , but accelerated the spitting.
I then felt in My palm his cock having light convulsions and at that moment I took My hand off and only continued with spitting.

I wanted him to have a ruined orgasm and he did so.
I kept on spitting and he was so deeply in subspace, that he wasn't even sure he had ejaculated.
He only felt his belly getting wet and looked at it stumped.

- Did you enjoy the ejaculation Denise?
- No, not at all Ma'am...
- Which feel was stronger? That of the spitting or that of ejaculuting?
- That of the spitting of course.
- That's great. That's exactly how I wanted you to feel...