I thought it would be nice to post a different style of blog post, one that shows you experience of session with Me but from the slaves perspective.

This write up was from an evening in My private chambers with slave Seven.

I had been longing for another spell in the padded cell. To again feel that sensation of being caged and imprisoned in total darkness, the outside world a distant memory, everything else put on hold for a short while. As the latex straitjacket went on and the zipper closed my arousal grew, something that didn't go unnoticed. Then the gag, pushed nice and deep before being tightly fastened in place. Ordered into the cell, taking up my place sitting on the floor in the corner facing the door i was already loving the helplessness. This time was different though, Her lock was still in place, i could feel it was holding firm with my arousal at the situation in which i found myself. This arousal wasn't enough though, not for Her. With a fleeting moment of a doxy on my lock and the frustration that came from it being a nice sensation but not as strong as when it's applied to the tip that was trapped in the lock my arousal grew and my mind continued to slip away. Snapped back momentarily as She spat in my face the door was shut and i was plunged into darkness. Clunk, clunk, clunk went the catches, the last thing i heard before Her heels on the floor as she walked away. Blinking several times to clear the spit from my eye, i settled in for the next two hours. Thinking about how much She enjoyed having me caged last time was at the forefront of my mind as i shifted my arms slightly in the jacket, it felt good, sexy, smooth, slippery, tight. Then the gag, pleasingly tight and restrictive, there was no way this was coming out until She unfastened it, the way i'd come to crave it. As my eyes adjusted i could see the ever so slight glow of light bleeding through from the top edge of the door, not quite total darkness but so little light that when i looked away it was pitch black. Eyes closed, eyes open, total blindness. As i sat there enjoying the captivity i could feel the spit running down my face, my cock straining in its cage, the desire to stroke it strong. The silence was eerie, occasionally i'd hear movement from the dungeon but it was very infrequent and muffled. The last image in my mind was Her dressed in latex and boots, what an image it was, the stuff of all my fantasies. And here i was, locked in a box by Her, helpless and completely reliant upon Her return.

All sense of time vanishes very quickly but it didn't feel long until the sound of heels on the hard floor grew ever louder and again the clunk of the catches, blindingly bright light filled my eyes, the silhouette of my queen stood over me, a moment later the doxy on my lock for long enough to make me shudder with pleasure then snatched away, she spits hard in my face and slams the door shut, my eyes having just about adjusted enough to see the smirk on Her face that i love, that smirk that says more than any words ever could. Having briefly regained some light in my eyes the darkness seemed blacker than before now. A mix of sensations washed over me, the deliciously tight latex, the tickle of spit running down my face and from my own drool from around the gag. i rested my head against the cell wall and allowed myself to drift off and enjoy the predicament i found myself in.

By the time She returned for the second time the gag was starting to ache. The temperature inside the cell had risen by several degrees and you could say i was beginning to suffer. Definitely still bearable, but the confinement was starting to take its toll on my body. i thought to myself i wish She knew of my suffering so She could enjoy it too, instead She could again enjoy my futile arousal as the doxy was applied, my face covered in spit and again the door shut to return me to darkness after telling me that my time was half done. Really? Had it only been an hour? i tried to process this but couldn't work out if it felt longer or shorter than that. It was now that my mind really started to turn into a submissive mush. The silence had returned and my hearing focused on every little sound. i could hear dripping, it didn't take me long to realise that this hypnotic, constant dripping sound was sweat coming from the straitjacket. i could feel my eyes roll back inside my head as i continued to enjoy the bondage, the captivity, the suffering.

The next time the familiar clunk, clunk, clunk of the latches came i was gone. Completely surrendered to the situation, and like a drug i was craving the next hit, that hit being Her piss, that one thing that's sure to tip me over the edge into a space where i'm just groveling at Her feet, desperate for Her approval, Her enjoyment, Her pleasure. As She opens the door i start mumbling through the gag, piss, over and over again until She understands, to my delight She says that She very nearly needs to go. i need to stay where i am for a little longer whilst she sees Her client out. The gag is undone but i'm firmly told not to spit it out, for it to stay there until She removes it. She leaves the cell door open to allow air in. As time passes i start to drift back to reality, i wish i was still trapped in the cell. Returning to me, the gag is removed and i'm instructed to go lay in the shower. Carefully lowering myself into position, still in the straitjacket i'm soon horizontal and awaiting my fate. Peeling off Her catsuit She stands over me, still in Her boots and squats over my face and i see the part of Her heavenly body that normally brings so much pleasure to me. Right now though i wait, adjusting my position slightly to ensure i take it straight in my mouth as soon as it flows from Her body. Then it hits me. fuck it's strong, brutally so. Proper punishment grade piss. i gulp down what i can, fighting back the impulse to escape the flow. my eyes are stinging having taken some of it straight in them. i lay there, with one eye i try to gaze upon Her beauty as She stands back up but all i can see as i turn my head is Her booted foot just inches from me. Then the instruction to lick them clean, to lick the piss and whatever else is on them. i greedily lap at them, desperate to please, desperate for Her approval and delight. Once licked clean, She tells me that She's going to leave me to marinate in Her piss, these words tipping me back over the edge. Her heels click away but this time i hear Her laughing, music to my ears.

Laying there in Her piss is humbling, my hair wet i feel it pooled around the back of my head as i move. i feel shame, disgust, arousal. i can hear that She's been on cam, arousing in itself. i'm listening to Her, not talking but Her every movement, i'm waiting to hear Her come my way. i'm waiting for more piss whilst i taste the last load on my breath. i hear Her come my way, i begin to prepare myself for more piss, but no. She appears with a cigarette in Her mouth. No words are exchanged, She just laughs as She flicks ash over my face, my eyes occasionally flicking to Her but never locking on, i don't feel worthy of gazing upon Her beauty when i'm like this. i'm left to marinate further. The perfect recipe of piss, ash, shame, disgust, arousal and disappointment. She firmly presses the sole of Her boot against my head and pushes down hard, it hurts, it isn't done gently, four days later i'm still bruised. my head turns to the side and see piss and ash, imagining my face must resemble this mess. Sadly, Her body not complying with Her wishes, a second load of piss isn't forthcoming on Her timeframe so the jacket is removed and i shower. i might have washed the mess off of my body but at least it was still inside of me.

Setting up for filming She asked what i wanted for dinner, i really didn't care, as long as She chewed it and spat it into a dog bowl for me. A couple of burgers were ordered and as we waited we set up to film the first scene. Ballbusting. It still fills me with terror, the pain that comes from it, the head fuck that is waiting for a well placed kick to land and trap a ball between boot and pelvis. Since last time and the strange pain it had been playing on my mind a lot. The fear that i wouldn't be able to take it like before, the worry that i'd never be able to take a full force kick from Her again, to give Her the freedom to indulge in Her favourite activity with me. The past couple of weeks the desire to feel that pain again, to lay on the floor in a broken heap as She stands over me laughing, hopefully, getting wet Herself at the pain i'm taking for Her has been the main fantasy occupying my mind when time permits. Much to my joy the clip went well and was super hot. Several full force kicks landed after a bit of a warm up, and with the boot worship mixed in it wasn't long before i was desperate for another kick as i greedily lapped at the boots that had earlier been covered in Her piss, i wanted to keep lapping at the boots but even more so i wanted Her to kick me. The kick that i struggled to get up from was perfect. So hard that the pain was so great that i couldn't even let out a cry, it quite literally blinded me for several seconds. Watching it back just makes me want to edge to it over and over again, the look of absolute delight on Her face is so damn hot as i lay there twitching, i want it again. i need it again. i need to know that She's enjoying this purest form of pain. i've missed this raw, physical assault on my body.

With my balls aching nicely i tidied up whilst She ate Her burger. i was looking forward to mine, but not before it had been round and round Her mouth, Her delicious saliva mixed with it and spat out again for me to gobble down. As i crawl in, dog bowl in mouth i can't wait for the mess that's about to come from Her mouth. As She spits into the bowl over and over again i feel my cock growing, it's made worse knowing that any moment now she'll notice and ridicule me for it, sure enough, it's spotted. Instructed to edge time and again whilst She spits my dinner out drives me wild, i'm so desperate to cum the edges don't take long to come at all, made worse again by Her enjoyment of this fact. It feels so right to feed from the bowl, to be treated like an animal, less in fact as She'd never treat an animal so 'badly'. Her saying that the desire to make me ruin over the bowl of food is strong, making me almost instantly want to ruin, much to Her delight.

Now for a beating and a first, which i loved. Strapped down, the best way to be caned, always restrained. A cold start, of course, unless She wants to prolong the beating, why would i be granted a warm up when She prefers to cane cold? It had been too long since i'd been caned last, thankfully that didn't stop Her from going hard enough for me to really feel it from the start. Seven strikes, then an edge and another seven strokes before another edge. By this point in the night i'd come close to orgasm so many times already, this it seems was just too much, brain turned to jelly, words unable to be formed, by the time i was speaking coherently it was too late and i could feel the ruin coming from beyond the point of no return. Out it dribbled onto the floor, my ears filled with Her shock, my mind full of disappointment at the release and dread at what was to come next. That dread played out as expected. 14 further strokes of the cane, hard, fast and without mercy. This was brutal but a fantasy fulfilled and i'm thrilled that She carried it out despite my sobbing and thrashing about, just the way all beatings should be, carried out to Her satisfaction. She wasn't done though, and my ruin was scooped up and fed to me, the final indignity complete. And although i didn't want it, She fed it to me as i always want Her to.

She has been magnificent. She has taken me on a journey like no one else ever could. It's no wonder She fills mind at all times, no wonder that i am obsessed with Her.