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slut (slave david/davina) has been in My stable for 9 years.
In those 9 years W/we have had hundreds of great live sessions all varying in intensity.
slut may sound extreme in his journal and what W/we do but he is just one individual and everyone is different.
slut is in his early 50's and lives in Southampton. slut has been writing a diary/journal since 2003

I have decided to give him a page on My website as he is a special slave and a special person to Me.
his life as a slave is very interesting to Me and hopefully anyone who cares to read it.

Day 2938
Men are like fires, they go out if not watched.
Came back from Plymouth last Friday, last saw L.G. last Tuesday. i went down in my motorhome again, as it seems a shame not to use it, and i have everything in it now to make me comfy, even if it is cold outside. Stayed at the Riverside Caravan Park, which is famiy orientated and very quiet at the moment, and only 20 minute walk away from Sainsburys, where they do great Mega Brunches.
i was even more nervous than usual entering Mistresses dungeon for the latest time, as it was payback time for visiting an amateur lady and her husband near London without LG's knowledge or permission. i was right to be scared.
From the first moment LG was stern and forbidding, i wasn't asked how i was, just made to strip and kneel before Mistress. i also noticed the whipping bench, out and ready to receive me.
LG strapped leather arm mitts on me, as tight as they would go, then made me lie on the bench. Then ropes were used to truss me tightly, body and legs , with my arms crossed in front of me clipped to the frame. i could hardly move, which was just as well for what was to follow. Mistress began with hard hand spanks, to warm me up. Just that relatively mild punishment nearly had me begging for mercy, but worse was to follow. A paddle was then used, then a flogger, which was used all over my back and down to my thighs, then a more gentle flogger , then a pin- wheel was used on the already very sore areas, then finally, Mistress told me if i took ten with the cane She would release me. These were duly delivered, it was agony for me, but it marked the end of the initial punishment Mistress had planned for me, and i was very glad when it was over. i was released and made to sit on the floor.
LG then sat on Her throne and told me to look at Her. i am very rarely allowed to do this, as, naturally i always bow my head when i am in the dungeon. She asked me if i wanted to remain with Her, which, of course i do. To be alone in the world without someone to love and guide me would be unthinkable. Then i was asked if i realised what a collared slave was, and what my collar represented. "You belong to ME" i was told. i was, by now, very aware of that fact, i suppose, after ten years, i should have known, but every now and then Mistress has to give me a tug on the reins when i have strayed from my course.
  Mistress then felt it would be a good idea if i went in the sleep-sack. If it meant no more C.P. for the moment i was in total agreement, not that that mattered. So i was soon trussed up again, blindfolded but not hooded. Then i heard LG getting chains out. I was roped securely to the bench i was on, then the chains were fed under the ropes and fastened to the stirrups in my nipples. i was held tight, but would not have moved anyway. The chains were then pulled hard, and , i think, nipple clamps were used. This torture went on for a long time, at last the clamps came off and he chains removed. Then i was partially released, but Mistres had another idea. The zip over my genitals was undone, and LG produced Her sounds, together with all the other things needed, latex gloves, lube and sterile wipes. LG began as usual, with the smallest, and gradually worked Her way up to the one we had trouble with last time. Although i had removed my P.A. ring, it still would not go in , which was a shame, but Mistress was very happy at how far we had got, and, in time, i am sure we will go even further. i could not see much, as i was lying flat on my back, but i could just about see the sounds disappearing into my body. In fact, some off them almost seemed to be sucked in.
  Then i heard Mistress putting plastc sheeting round my groin area. Then Her huge vibrator came out. It took about ten minutes this time, as Mistress toyed with me, coaxing me into erection, then easing away from it, also i think, i was even more nervous than usual, so it took me longer to come than usual. But come i did, roaring and crying as usual. i was quickly cleaned up and released from the bag LG then asked if i had cleaned myself out. i had, of course, i always do, but i was in such a state that i could not guarantee anything. So i may go on the fucking machine next time, or Mistres may even give me a seeing-to Herself. We talked for longer than usual. i suppose we were re-affirming O/our relationship, it is difficult to put in to words what LG means to me, but i would be devastated to lose Her.
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Day 2916
Stayed in Plymouth last week in my motorhome, could not get into usual Band B as they were on holiday!
Since i retired one day is much the same as another and i sometimes don't realise how lucky i am to be free of work and be able to do much as i like.
Anyway, i saw LG last Thursday (28th Dec), for another great session. i entered Mistresses dungeon, and gave Her a present, then stripped off all my clothes. i was in corset and leather trousers again, so it took a little longer than usual.
Mistress was in Har latex pants, with a nice top and boots. She gave me a multiple choice of what W/we could do, i was a bit flummoxed, as it is the first time that has ever happened. Mistress revelled in my flummox too!
i decided on sounds for the first part of O/our session, and soon found myself on LG's gynae table, with my legs splayed out and my bits exposed LG started with the smallest sound and with some difficulty it found its way inside me. The next one up was much easier and so on until we reached the one we had trouble with last time. W/we could not go any further and although i had removed my PA ring, it seems W/we can go no further for the moment. i suppose if i was catheterised permanently, my urethra would stretch and W/we may have to resort to that to go further. LG was nevertheless happy with Her operation, and seemed fascinated watching the sounds disappearing into my body.
The next thing on the agenda was to go into LG's body-bag, for electrics to be used on me. Mistress has done this before to me, and knows about where to put the dials, so i am in constant pain, and yet it is bearable LG played with me for ages, turning me up to my limit, then going a little further, just to see me squeal, and sometimes going a lot further, to see me try to curl up, restricted and tied as i was, and hear me bellow, although i was in a heavy leather hood. At last i heard the machine turned off, and thought it was over, Mistresses violet wand came out. This does not cause quite as much pain as the electrical box, but it is still enough to make you jump. L.G.used various attachments on me, creating different sensations and of course, using the most sensitive areas of my body. i could hear the buzzing of the instrument, and smell the curious odour that comes from the discharge, but, as i was still strapped up could do nothing to protect myself. At last it was over, and Mistress turned off that machine as well.
Next on the list was LG's oxygen rebreather mask, but once it was in place LG went to pull a plastic bag over my head i felt very uncomfortable. i am not entirely sure why, as i must have been hooded and helpless dozens of times in O/our sessions. i think i may have congestion in my chest and airways at the moment and think that may be causing the problem, so think i may go to my docs and get checked out. i am also getting a tremour in my right elbow.
i think it may be caused by the stress of living with my brother at the moment, he is still on crutches after 5 months, yet refuses to see a doctor or get any physio.
Anyway, the mask was removed and i felt a lot happier. i was still in the sleep- sack, then i heard LG putting a plastic sheet around my bits. it was to be my lucky day, yet again! LG got out Her massive vibrator (Hitachi magic wand), and played it on my prick. In a couple of minutes i had a huge orgasm and cried out my relief. LG had noticed something unusual. The level of come i produced was not up to the norm, and She asked me if i had had a wank. i had not, of course, as the last time i did, several yeats ago, i was punished with a 200 stroke caning, and would not like to go through that again. So i had to confess that i had been to see an amateur Mistress near Heathrow airport, and she had given me an orgasm. "But why didn't you tell me about it"? LG asked me, in a disappointed voice.
Truth to tell that, if you have ever been phoned by a person who has seen your ad in a contact magazine, you are very much more likely to be disappointed at the outcome than pleased. i was not sure of the situation in London, and did not want to bother Mistress with what may have been a fools errand. In the event it worked very well, and we had a good session, but it may have been a disaster. However, i do feel guilty, because Mistress worries about me and is concerned that i might get into something i would regret. But, of course, if we lived our lives in perfect safety we would miss out on such a lot. There again, by looking for new adventures and experiences we risk the relationship we have. It is the human dilemma.
Anyway, i was soon cleaned up, and out of the bag. To finish off our session LG used knife-play on me, and i was soon very relaxed. We chatted away, as usual at the end of our session, LG pointed out Her fucking machine, which is still a virgin (so am i , come to that) and promised that i would go on it next time. W/we will also be having a baby session, so i have much to look forward to.
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Day 2896
Came back from Plymouth last Sunday, last saw L.G. last Friday. i was in two minds whether to call off O/our session, or ask for an easy time, not very well at the moment, but in the event i did neither. i have never cancelled a session in all the years W/we have been together, and Mistress has only cancelled one. L.G.refused to see me on one occassion, when i had been a less than perfect slave, but that was also many years ago, before i was properly broken. i once asked for an easy session. never again! So Friday found me entering Mistresses dungeon for the latest time. L.G.was in Her navy blue nurses uniform, but also wearing stiletto heeled PVC thigh boots. My first duty was to worship those boots, with special attention to the heels. When nurse was satisfied i was made to get up off my knees , and climb on Her examination table. She announced that She would go easy on me that day, with no C.P., and i was very glad to hear those words. i climbed onto the bench, nurse had decided that She was going to pin the loose flesh over my prick, and turn it into a fanny. She has done this many times in the past, but not lately. i lay back, with my head on a p.v.c. pillow, and accepted my fate. Nurse chatted away to me during the operation, and, after a quarter of an hour or so, had completed it. About 20 safety pins were in my bits, completely hiding my prick away. The operation had been a success. But nurse was not satisfied with just my front being done, She was going to do my back as well. As it is the Christmas season, She thought a nice xmas tree would be a good idea. To make it easier for nurse i was made to get up and sit in a hard steel chair, with my back towards Her. To make it impossible for me to interfere my hands were placed in long bondage mitts and clipped to the chair. Then nurse began anew. It took quite a bit longer to complete, and was a lot more painful to bear, but eventually nurse had completed Her work, She then laced a pretty ribbon round all the safety pins, and when i was released and looked in the mirror the result was amazing, with the pins glittering in the dungeon light.
The next ordeal for me was when all the pins had to come out. This was almost as painful as when they went in, but a lot quicker, as nurse did not have to sterilise them. i was soon pin free, with just the residual pain to remind me of what had taken place. Nurse whispered in my ear that She was going to castrate me, but i was to be allowed one last release. Whether i was put off by Her words or not, it took ages and ages for nurse to make me come, in the end She leant right over me, crushing me with Her weight and warmth, and i cried loudly as the semen spurted from my body. Nurse soon had me cleaned up, but had something else in store for me yet. Her case of urethral sounds came out. She started, as usual, with the smallest, and once it had found its way into my insides, worked up through the set, until She reached the eigth one . Nurse found the next one up to be impossible to insert, and blamed the ring in my P.A. piercing. Although this gave nurse something to hold on to when inserting Her probes, it makes it difficult to go any further. So, what i thought i would do was to have grommets or rings inserted in my foreskin, with the ring removed in my bell end, and then nurse can insert ever larger sounds until the largest is reached. This may take some time, because the largest , as i have said before, is ginormous, i think the actual diameter is 17 mm, and, looking at it, and the size of my prick, looks impossible, but time will tell.
When nurse had put away Her sounds i was made to turn over, and nurse finished off our session with knife-play. My poor back was already sore from the Xmas tree that had been pictured on it in the middle of our session, but was soon a lot sorer. My legs and arms were soon covered in scratches as well, but at least my bum was spared. i was completely relaxed and in sub-space, and when nurse asked when i was due for my next appointment found it difficult to work out when it would be. But it won't be long.
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Day 2871
Came back from Plymouth yesterday, i last saw L.G.on Monday, and what a session W/we had. i had decided to make a special effort in my dress, and wore a tight corset, heeled ankle boots, and my leather trousers. i got a couple of funny looks from some Women as i walked from where i had parked my car, but never mind.
i entered the dungeon and fell to my knees, L.G.was on Her throne, and looked lovely in a satin top, leather pants and boots. Mistress ordered me to strip, and complemented me on my corset, that came off as well, and i was soon naked before Her. Mistress had promised me first go on a new bench She had and although other slaves had expressed a desire to go on it, that promise was about to be fulfilled.
i soon found myself with my legs splayed out, roped to stirrups, and my hands fastened with cuffs to the side of the bench. Then Mistress really began on me. i felt very vulnerable, with my bits fully exposed and helpless to intervene in what was to follow. L.G.produced Her complete set of sounds and began with th narrowest. The back rest of the bench was up, so i could watch in fascination as it disappeared inside me. It was a funny feeling, not painful, but more a sensation of being filled up. Then L.G.turned the sound round and inserted the next size up. Then the next one, and so on, until i was up to number eight. There are still another six to go, i think and they will be much harder, but over time i think W/we could perhaps do it, i think maybe, if the next one up was left in for some time, my urethra will stretch and i will eventually be able to accept the largest, after all, they would not make it if it was impossible to use it! Mistress was very happy at the success of Her operation and so was i.
Mistress is talking of offering body- piercing as part of Her service, and i have a sneaky suspicion as to who is going to be Her guinea-pig for Her to practice on. i already have 11 modifications to my body, and expect i will have quite a few more soon. i would really love to be infibulated, with a padlock through my foreskin, we tried it once, but the padlock was too big, i would also love a back corset with ribbon, but i love being corsetted as well, and the rings would be painful with a tight-laced corset over the top. But i am sure L.G. will find a way, if there is one.
But back to O/our session. After the sounds were tidied away, and i was released from the bench, and it was replaced with the whipping bench which i soon found myself tightly roped and cuffed to. i was in for some serious C.P. L.G.began with hard hand spanks to warm me up, then a paddle, and then a flogger. She made VERY good use of the flogger, and i was a bit scared She would wear it out. i must have endured a hundred strokes or more, not that i was counting, i was trying to hold on, and give of my best. My back as well as my bum were comprehensively beaten, and then i heard Mistress getting out something else. "I will give you a countdown" i heard L.G. say, 3,2,1, ARRGGHH i went, as the cane hit me. i could not bear it and begged for mercy, which, fortunately was granted. Mistress complemented me on what i had already received, and released me from the bench.
Then i was put in Mistresses body bag, strapped up as tight as possible, then the zip over my prick was undone, and electrical leads attached. Then i was turned on. i was asked what i could bear, and the machine turned up to that level. That was not the end of the matter, my breasts were exposed, and clamped up on chains, then a nasty rubber mask with rebreather went over my nose and mouth, and was done up as tight as possible, so much so that my eyes were nearly closed because of the pressure. Then a clear plastic bag went over my head and was pulled tight about my neck. My life was then in Mistresses hands. For the next half hour or so L.G. completely used me, the electrics on my poor prick were bearable but relentless, my nipple chains were pulled and pulled, my breathing was totally controlled, sometimes i was gasping for breath, probably only a few seconds away from death.
i could see L.G.dimly through the plastic covering my head, to start with, but then the plastic fogged up, due to condensation, and i could see nothing. Then Mistress had another bright idea. She got a crop and used it hard on my breasts, so much so that one of my stirrups of my piercings came undone. i gave everything i had to please my Mistress, and at last received my reward. The electrics were turned off, and L.G.got out Her huge vibrator (Hitachi Magic Wand). i tried to hold out as long as i could, but i soon had a huge orgasm ripped out of me. It took me some time to recover, and then the mask and bag were removed, and the nipple-clamps. L.G.told me there was still 15 minutees left of our session, and asked if i would just like to stay in the bag for that time. i was very happy to do so, and after my time was up was released. i dressed carefully, but the corset did not go back on, my poor back was too sore, and still is today. It had been a fantastic session, ThankYou x.
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Day 2854
I was in Plymouth last week, and saw Lady Glory on Thursday. i had with me a new bondage bench, which i had purchased on E bay. i took it in to the dungeon, and L.G.placed it ot one side. It was still in its wrapping, and Mistress has promised me i wll be the first to go on it when i visit next time.i look forward very much to being Mistresses guinea pig again.
  L.G. was dressed in Her lovely green nurses uniform, with belt, but not the cap, which tends to come off. She also had on long leather boots, and was beautifly made-up, as always. Without further ado i was told to strip, and place myself on nurses examination table. L.G.was going to try out a set of urethral sounds She had recently purchased on me. They come in a set, the thinnest is the size of a small knitting needle, the largest GINORMOUS, it must be more than 3 inches in diameter. Perhaps we will work up to that one, in the future. But nurse started with the smallest, for which i was very thankful. It had already been properly sterilised and further wiped with alcohol wipes before being inserted, so nurse donned some latex gloves, applied plenty of fresh individual sachet lubricant, lifted my prick by its P.A.piercing, and began. i could see the sound from where i was laying, and was amazed to watch it gradually disappear, as it sank into my insides. Nurse was very happy, as it was the first time She had ever attempted anything like this, and, when it could go no further, gently extracted the sound from my body. "Up for the next one" ? i was asked. i was, indeed. So nurse turned it round, and inserted the other end, and watched in fascination as it disappeared, too. Then we moved on to the next, and the one after that, then nurse called a halt. "I think that will be enough for one day" She said. i was in agreement, although their are many more to go, 12, i think, it is always best to go carefully when trying something new. Nurse was very happy with the success of Her operation, it had not hurt at all, but it was a strange sensation , and i look forward to having similar experiences in the future. i was a bit worried that i might leak, but the fears were groundless, although nurse had taken precautions against it. i was made to get off the bench, nurse got out Her body -bag, and the next part off our session began.
  i soon found myself strapped up as tight as possible, and blindfolded as well. Nurse had decided not to use a hood on me, as i have a sore throat at the moment, and my breathing is somewhat restricted, which, i think was why i felt so uncomfortable last time. However, my mind was soon to be taken off my breathing. Nurse attached electrodes to my prick and nipples, using the zip and access pads to place them, then i was turned on. Nurse left me for some time as She put Her sounds away and tidied up. Then She returned. Nurse is very hands-on, and does not like to let a machine do all the work . The electrodes on my nipples were removed, and vicious clamps replaced them. i squealed when they went on, and i was soon squealing even more, as nurse gave the clamps a tug, pulling my poor breasts away from my body. She gave a little chuckle "wouldn't want you falling asleep, now, would we?" She said. i was left like that for some time, then i heard nurse placing a plastic sheet around my bits. The clamps were removed, the electrics turned off, and i heard Nurses vibrator start up. i was still held tighly in my sack, and was able to strain against the straps that held me. In a few minutes i was erect, in a few minutes more i came in a shattering orgasm, and i was squealing all over again. Nurse asked of i was alright, i had never felt better, although i was exhausted. Nurse had talked of giving me C.P., but decided against it, and i was very glad She did, although i would have done my best, but i was spaced out, and it took me some time to recover.
  Nurse soon had me out of my bag, and i wondered what She was going to do with me next. She decided on knife play, i was alowed to turn over, and my back and legs, and arms too were at Her mercy. But nurse was very gentle, and did not draw the slightest bit of blood. W/we chatted away about various things, i was completely at peace, and was very glad Nurse was pleased with me. i noticed nurses thigh boots on a shelve in front of me, they looked stunning in the dim red light, when you are at peace, you notice things lots more, and things you have looked at but never really seen take on a new dimension. i could also see Nurses new fucking machine, i know i will go on it soon, it is just a question of when. The motor looks very powerful, and i think i will give me a good seeing to, although i would much rather L.G.used a strap-on on me, i think i prefer the "hands -on" approach as well.
  Our session drew to a close, i was allowed to dress, i had to try and remember how my clothes went on, and we chatted for a while as always. i am not sure when our next session will be, but it won't be long, i still have my brother at home on crutches, although he doesn't need the piss-pot anymore, so he is improving slowly. But if i did not have L.G.to visit, i would surely go MAD.
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Day 2840
Came back from Plymouth on Saturday, last saw L.G. on Thursday. Arrived at 4p.m. and was immediately told to strip and O/our session began. Mistress had placed a low bench in readiness, and i was made to lie on it, my head on a cushion , on pouffe, my legs out straight and on a heavy chair. It was not very comfortable, and soon became much less so. My legs were strapped with lots of parcel tape, (i was very glad i had shaved them for when it came off!) and my hands were tied tightly and placed on my chest . Then i was blindfollded so i could not see what was coming next, Then L. G. sat on my head. She did not use Her full weight, but it was still very difficult to bear. My nose felt as if it was nearly breaking, and i found it very difficult to breathe. i heard Mistress chuckle to Herself, then She raised Herself for a few seconds. i gasped a breath in, then the weight came down again, harder than before. This procedure went on for some ten times, then L.G.added a new twist. The blindfold was removed, then i could watch Mistresses leather covered bottom come down and crush my head. L.G. repeated this manouvre some ten times as well, then got up, only to grab a plastic pillow which went over my head instead, until i was gasping for air all over again. Mistress eased the pillow a little, then pressed down even harder, until i could feel Her muscles trembling with the effort She was making to stifle me. This torture went on for another five minutes, then Mistress looked into my eyes and could see that i had suffered enough, for the moment. The tape was removed from my legs, my hands untied, and i moved from the bench on to the dungeon floor, which, thankfully, was not very far. "Nice and humble now" said L.G. cheerfully, and i was, indeed , crushed in mind, as well as body.
  I was allowed a few minutes on the floor to recover a little, then the low bench was put away, and a whipping bench replaced it. i soon found my arms in shoulder mitts, clipped to the benches front, and my legs were tied with rope, tightly, to further impede movement. Then Mistress began on me anew. First a hard hand spanking, then a strap, then a swishy bundle of something, then a flogger, and finally, the cane. i bore it all the best i could, as always , and L.G.was proud of me when She had finished. i can still feel a little stiffness and soreness today, four days later, and i think i was at my limit at the time. Mistress was VERY pleased with the state of my poor striped bum when She had done with me, so much so that i was asked what type of helmet i would like for the next part of our session for a reward. i opted for a leather lace-up model , so, when i had recovered a little from my beating, i found myself in it, laced and zipped into submission. i was on Mistresses examination table, being put into Her body bag , it proved to be quite a struggle, as it is a tight fit, and when L.G. came to pull the zip up over my chest i suddenly felt very uncomfortable, so much so that i asked Mistress to remove the hood and let me out of the bag. i was quite breathless for a while, but L.G. gave me a hug and calmed me, and made it alright. She told me that before i even went in the bag She had noticed signs of distress, but left it to me to call a halt. Such is the rapport and trust W/we have with E/each O/other , after nearly ten years of sessions. i cannot remember the last time such a thing happened, but it is nice to know that L.G.has the skill to deal with it, as She would be able to if YOU came to see Her, and it is also important to realise that Domination is not all about wringing the last bit of suffering from a slave, but continually assessing the situation and noticing vital signs.
  When i had calmed down, Mistress gave me a choice of two scenes and told me to choose between them (also as a reward for my forebearance). i opted for knife play with electrics, so found myself back on the examination table, stretched out, with electrodes tighly attached to my prick, and turned up as much as i could stand. Then Mistress began carving me up. She could easily reach from my chest right down to the bottom of my legs, so all this area was covered, until my body was a mass of scratches. A mace or pin-wheel was used as well as Her knives. Then i could see Mistress getting out Her huge vibrator (Hitachi Magic Wand). It was to be my lucky day yet again! She played with it over my cock and balls, until i was coaxed into erection. i gradually got harder and harder until i was in full erection, i warned L.G.that i was coming, and She encouraged me. "Come for your Mistress" She said. So i did, in another huge orgasm that drew yells of ecstacy out of me, and i spent and spent myself again on the plastic that Mistress had placed around my bits. When i had recovered a bit, W/we realised that O/our session still had a little time to run, so i spent it on the dungeon floor, done up in L.G.s slave net. This went over my head o.k., but there wasnt much room for the rest of my body, so i found myself uncomfortably confined, with the nylon rope going between my toes, and feeling harsh under my body, which L.G. enjoys my discomfort.
W/we chatted easily, as W/we often do now, at the end of a session, and L.G.mentioned that O/our ten year anniversary is coming up, and W/we should commemerate it in a special way. Mistress mentioned me getting a brand for Her. i readily agreed, as, now i am retired the recovery process can take as long as it likes. i think it could be done with a soldering iron, but am not sure. But it would be great to permanently belong to such a fantastic Mistress x.
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Day 2818
Came back from Plymouth yesterday, i went in my motorhome, as could not get in to usual B&B.
i last saw L.G. last Friday (23rd Sept). Before i went Mistress texted me, telling me to have an enema, but, unfortunately , i could not, as the water pump on my van was broken, and the toilets on the camp site i was on had no private w.c. with a washbasin in it. i obviously knew what L.G.had in mind for me, maybe next time. Nevertheless, we still had a great session.
i arrived at 3-30, Mistress was dressed in Her traditional navy nurses uniform, with black shiny platformed knee boots and traditional nurse cap. She made me strip naked, and sit on a heavy steel chair. She was going to needle my back. She swabbed me liberally with surgical spirit, with Her latex gloved hands, then began.
Nurse says that i am the only patient She has at this time that is needled, and i am glad in a way that this is so, although it is quite painful to have done, it makes me feel a little special. Nurse began at the top of my back, in the middle of my neck, then worked Her way down, to my middle, or where my middle would be if i had one, then started on the cross-piece, from just below my arm-pits, right across my back, until She reached the other side. She chatted to me about how things are going with me and other general small talk.
When Nurse had finished, She got a pretty red ribbon and intertwined it with the needles. the result was very pretty when i was allowed to look in the mirror to see what She had done when She had finished. It looked fantastic, and i was only sorry nurse didn't have Her camera on Her, She tried to take a picture on Her phone, but it didn't turn out very well. Nurse then proceeded to take the needles out, it hurt almost as much as when they went in, then She warned me of what was coming next.
Mistress has not used C.P. (Corporal Punishment) on me for some time, i found it unbearably painful, especially the cane, but Nurse decided i was in for it, so, once the needles were out, and my hands and arms were put in shoulder mitts, i was made to lift out Nurses whipping bench and fastened to it. Then Nurse began spanking me, hard. When i was sufficiently warmed up, Nurse began with a strap. This was used with various strengths, Nurse trying to find my new limits, and me trying my best to hold out under the salvo on my poor bum. Other instuments were used, but not the cane , thank God.
Mistress is very proud of Her cane collection now, i could see them all from where i was kneeling on the bench, from swishy lightweights to a monster Tohiti Judicial, i was only glad they were not used on me that afternoon, however, by the time Nurse had finished with me i was very glad to be unfastened, and allowed off the bench, my poor bum was VERY sore, and still is today, after three days. Mistress was very pleased with my forebearance, and allowed me a few minutes respite before the next part of the proceedings.
After my little rest iwas made to put my shirt and pants back on, but with my prick and balls over the waist band, as Nurse was going to put me in Her body-bag. Once i was in and strapped up as tightly as possible, Nurse undid the zip over my genitals, and clamped various electrical devices to them, the control box was turned on.
Then Nurse put a nasty rubber anesthetic mask (which was strapped as tight as nurse could get it) over my nose and mouth which had a long tube and a rebreather bag on the end. Then a plastic bag went over my head and was pulled tightly around my neck. Then Nurse really began having Her fun. The rebreather was opened and closed at Her will, making me gasp for air one minute and relax the next. This treatment seemed to go on for hours, then the pads over my breasts were removed and Nurse started torturing my nipples as well. The torture continued, then abated for a minute. i could feel plastic being put around my genitals, then nurse whispered in my ear "I am going to castrate you". For a moment i really believed Nurse was going to do it, She had all the necessary equipment, and had created a sterile field, and the plastic would save Her body -bag from being messed up. But the plastic was for another reason. The electrics were removed and then i heard a vibrator start up, and it was pressed down on my prick. Within seconds i was erect, then the plastic bag was pulled tight across my face, and the mask blocked off. Then my right nipple was tweaked really hard. i couldn't warn Nurse that i was coming, but i think She knew anyway. Seconds later i came in a huge orgasm, i was bellowing in pain, but ecstatic at the same time. i seemed to come for ages, and was glad of the plastic around my bits. Nurse soon had me cleaned up, i was let out of the bag, and the mask was removed. W/we chatted for a while, longer than usual, perhaps, then i dressed and left. It had been another fantastic session, but not, perhaps, for the faint-hearted, or those lacking in trust.
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Day 2792
Came back from Plymouth last Friday, it took an hour longer than usual as it was a Bank Holiday Weekend. i was only glad i was not going in the other direction, because the trafic was horrendous. i saw L.G.last Wednesday, i had expected a severe session, as Mistress has been quite gentle with me on the last few times i have visited, and i was not to be disappointed. i began by worshipping Mistresses lovely platform boots, She was sat, resplendent on Her throne, and i grovelled at Her feet, so as not to miss Her soles and heels, which She always insists upon me paying homage to. Then i was made to stand upright, minding my head on the dungeon ceiling, whilst L.G.strapped me tightly into a full body harness. Then, i was made to sit in Her bondage chair, my arms were out stretched, wrists buckled into cuffs, and chained to the chair arms. Then my ankles were similarly cuffed, and roped to the chair legs. Then a heavy rubber hood went over my head, was pumped up hard, and i was both silenced and blindfolded at the same time, my head resembling a large football. Then L.G.really began on me
  My nipples were clamped and weighted, then my prick was chained up and weighted too. Then a pin-wheel was dragged all over my body, with extra-special attention given to the weighted areas. Then my nipples were tweaked and pulled, until i was screaming into my hood, but not recieving any mercy. This torture seemed to go on for hours, until i could take no more. Then Mistress spoke. "I'm going to to milk my little cow." She began manipulating my poor, sore prick. i tried to respond, but it was difficult, as it was still chained up. at last i achieved an erection, and i strained my body against the harness that held my body tight and the cuffs that held my limbs. i warned Mistress that i was coming, as sometimes She does not let me come to completion, but leaves me with a ruined orgasm instead, but She gave me permission, and i came in a shattering orgasm, screaming in pain and sobbing with joy simultaineously. i was out of control mentally, yet still held tight by the harness and bondage. i was soon cleaned up, then L.G. asked me what i would like to do next, as She was pleased by my forbearance. i cannot remember this ever happening before, and pondered my decision.
  At length, after i had recovered somewhat, i made my decision, which was knife and sensation play. So i was released from the chair, and the harness peeled from my body. i was made to lay face up on Mistresses bench, my feet tied to the base, and my hands tied over my head, so i couldn't interfere. Then i was blindfolded again. i could feel sticky pads being attached to my legs, then the electrics were turned on, not painfully, thank God, just enough to keep me from falling asleep. Mistress began by drawing Her hair over my body, it felt really sensuous, and when She told me what it was i couldn't believe my luck. But the next item was not so pleasurable, as a mace-wheel was dragged over my flesh, from my chest to my knees, then the pin-wheel again, so i could tell the subtle difference. Then the knives came out, and i was well and truly carved up. When there was no more untouched skin on my front, i was made to turn over, my bonds allowing for this, although it was difficult and my back was done as well, with particular attention given to the nerve centres in my spine. i relaxed completely, giving myself to my treatment, and feeling how lucky i was to be so treated, after the intensity that had gone before. but at last it was over, and once again, i was asked what i would like next. i opted for the body- bag, so for the last half hour of our session found myself strapped up tight in it, whilst Mistress tidied up, coiling ropes and putting away the equipment She had used on me. When i was finally released, W/we chatted for some time, while i dressed and pulled myself together. i was very glad that the next day was free, and i had time to recover a little, before driving back to Southampton. It had been a wonderful session.
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Day 2759‏
Friday afternoon. i last saw L.G. on Wednesday. My brother, with whom i live, got pissed and fell down the stairs a fortnight ago, and has hardly moved since, or changed his clothes, or had a bath. i just had to get out of the house, but i could not leave him for very long, as he cannot feed himself very well. So it was a flying visit, i have not made one of those for years, as i much prefer to stay for a few days, and i have somewhere to recover if L.G. has demanded a lot from me, as She often does.Most importantly, i can serve Mistress better, as i can expend all my reserves, knowing i can take it easy for a day or two after our session. But, as i said, i had to get away no matter what. i am now in awe of the people who look after an invalid, with very little help, sometimes for years on end, with no respite, and, sometimes with very little money. At least i can afford to get in my car and go, and stay out for a few hours.
  So it was then, that i set off at 11a.m.on Wednesday, for our appointment at 3p.m. Mistress had suggested a baby session, although we had one recently, and i was in full agreement, (not that THAT mattered)! Mistress does look after me, and does not like to push me too far, and the thought of driving 160 miles after a heavy session was not a very pleasant one. i arrived on time, and knelt before L.G.as usual. i opened my case and holdall for Mummy to decide what She was going to dress baby in, there was quite a lot to choose from. Mummy made me take off the pad i always wear, and replaced it with a much larger nappy, then a padded nappy ,with a pretty pattern over that, then a waterproof nappy cover over that again. i did feel safe and secure. A pretty pink play-suit went over that, and i sat at Mummies booted feet and She read me a story. She gave me a bottle, and i was very happy. The outside world, with all its problems, disasters and strife slipped away, and i felt wonderfully at peace and protected as i slipped into my role.
  When Mummy had finished the story She gave me a colouring book, She chose the picture and what colours to use, as last time She punished me for picking my own. It was a picture of a clown, and he soon had bright yellow and orange pants. Mummy told me to keep between the lines, i did the best i could, but did stray sometimes. Then Mummy decided it was time to eat. i had tried to get some baby food at my local chemists, but they didnt't have any, so i got some potted meat spread instead. There wasn't very much, and Mummy had soon fed me. Then it was time for bed. Mummy made me get on Her bench, then tied my ankles together, then my wrists to my ankles, then , finally, my knees together over that, so i could hardly move. i was allowed to rest for a while, then i saw Mummy getting something down from the wall. It was a nasty leather hood, and it was soon over my head, and pulled tight. Then Mummy got a pin-wheel out, and dragged it over my breasts and nipples saying " when i tell you to keep within the lines I MEAN IT" i squealed in pain and shock, and Mummy stopped torturing me.
  Then it was time to get up, with some more food, washed down with my bottle, after Mummy released me. Then i had to put on my party dress, and play a game with Mummy, i still couldn"t get the hang of the pat-a-cake game She tried to teach me, i sometimes wonder if my co-ordination is all it should be.i had managed to get through the night without wetting myself, so felt very proud. i am getting a big baby, and i think Mummy will have to put me on a diet, otherwise i won't be able to fit into all my lovely clothes anymore, which will be a great pity. It was then time for bed again, Mummy took off my dress, but decided against putting me in my fleecy pyjamas, as She thought i would be too hot for me, so my play- suit went on instead. i slept for a while longer, then Mummy woke me up. It was time to go home, so, after a little chat, we packed up my things and sadly went to join the rush-hour traffic outside, and re-enter the real world.

NB: It is necessary to point out that I do not offer baby sessions with other clients - Lady Glory
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Day 2727 

Spent a week in Plymouth recently, and saw Lady Glory last Friday. W/we had picked up Her throne and footstool the previous day, and She was sitting in it, in Her white nurses uniform and high Patent leather platform boots on the stool, looking resplendent and happy. i was made to strip as usual, and prostrated myself before my Mistress, paying homage to those boots. At length L.G.was satisfied, and i was made to sit in a heavy metal chair with my back towards Her, and my arms were pinioned to the chair-back in front of me. Nurse then began to place needles in my back. i am not sure how many went in, but it must have been a lot, then a red ribbon was plaited around the needles, to make them look pretty. This took even longer, and i was allowed to see the finished result. It looked fantastic, but, unfortunately, L.G.s camera was not working, so visitors to this site are unable to see it, which is a shame, and it also means i will have to go through the same process all over again, so Mistress can have a record of Her artistry.
  Once the needles had gone in, and i had looked at them in the mirror, L.G.removed them with Her latex gloved hands. i was then asked if i wanted a crown of thorns. i was not sure what this was, but nurse explained it was a ring of needles inserted into the penis, just below the bell end. Wanting to please nurse, i agreed to the operation, but, unfortunately, the reality was more than i could bear at that time. Maybe if my back had not been pierced over 50 times i could have stood the pain, but, at that moment, it was too much for me. Nurse then tried to pierce my foreskin, but i could not bear that either. i felt a bit of a wimp, but nurse was very understanding, and decided to turn my prick into a fanny instead. So i soon found myself lying on nurses operating table, with my bits exposed, being fastened up with safety-pins. Nurse did not use as many as usual, perhaps 10 in all, but i was glad when She finished. Nurse took the pins out straight away, then asked me if i had cleaned myself out. i answered in the affirmative, of course, as i always do before visiting, then nurse made me get up, and lie on Her caning bench. This is just the right height for penetration, and i held on tight as nurse inserted a large dildo into my bum . It would not go in all the way, so nurse swapped it for a smaller one that did. i was going to go into the body bag with my arse plugged up, but it fell out when i got up, so nurse changed Her mind. i put a shirt on, to stop blood from my back damaging the body-bag, and a pair of briefs, just in case. Then i was strapped in as hard as possible, the zip on my tummy being difficult to do up as i have put on a little weight since i retired. But nurse managed it in the end.
  I was now Her prisoner until She chose to release me, and nurse made very good use of me for the next half-hour or so. A rubber helmet went over my head, then nurse got a heavy plastic sheet , and placed it over the top. Then She pressed down, as hard as She could. i was soon struggling to breathe, and , at the last moment the sheet was removed, and i only had the rubber helmet to impede my breathing. Then the sheet went on again. This refined torture went on for ages. Then i heard nurse unzip Her uniform, then Her ample breasts went over my head. The weight bearing down on me nearly smothered me, nurse chuckled to Herself, lifted Herself for an instant, then pressed down even harder. Then i was told to poke my tongue out of the breathing hole in the rubber helmet that covered my head. Nurse later told me it was Her nipple i was sucking, although, at the time of course ,i could see nothing. Then nurse got angry with me, and slapped me hard in the face. She accused me of being uppity and disrespectful, and i began to fear for my life. i had to beg forgiveness, even though it was very hard to speak with the helmet on, or even hear for that matter. At last nurse was satisfied. "Not so cocky now," She said. It was the truth. My time was up, a few minutes before, it could really have been, but nurse released me out of the body bag, then chatted to me for a while, before allowing me to dress and leave.

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Day 2699‏
i was recently on a cruise, and met some lovely people, Bernadette, Bridget, Sandra, Sally Anne, Lola and two Roberts. They asked about me, and i told them i was a slave. They did not believe me, but now i can prove it is true. i really am one, and the David you met on Celebrity Eclipse really is me
  The last time i went to Plymouth to see L.G. was only last Monday, a week ago today. i now have my car back, and it only took three hours to get there, the only problem is finding somewhere to park. But i can bring as much stuff as i want, and i have lots to chose from! But L.G. had decided that we should have a baby session, so i brought a lot of baby things. i was not old enough for colouring books and stories, so that saved a bit of room in my case. i had brought my lovely sleep suit from "Auntie Annie" and Mummy soon had me in it , with a nappy and nappy cover on underneath, in case of accidents. Mummy put my satin mitts on, making my hands almost useless, then gave me my bottle, and i sat between Her legs, and sucked at it, feeling at peace and protected. Mummy then started to sing me nursery rhymes, and i had to join in when i could. Then She looked at the food i had brought, but it was quite old, and She decided not to use it. She had said that i would be force-fed, but decided against it, and instead pretended to feed me, lots of carrots, cabbage and sprouts, which i didn't like, but i did have chocolate cake and ice cream for pudding, which i loved.
  Then it was time for bed, and Mummy put me to bed, with my ankles tied to my wrists, so i couldn"t sleep-walk, which i have a habit of doing when i am not restrained. i could only lie on my back, and i drifted off to sleep. Then Mummy put some nasty pads on my legs and turned on some electricity, "this is to help your legs grow", She said. Mummy had a good laugh, watching my legs tremble and shake, they seemed to have a will of their own, i was only glad that She did not decide that my breasts should be larger, or my naughty bits smaller, perhaps She will, one day. it was quite painful, lying there, with the machine turned right up, but Mummy knows best, and it is good to obey Her, after all, a little girl baby must learn that, to look her best, there is a lot of discomfort she has to undergo, and it lasts a long time.
  Then Mummy decided it was time to get up. She changed me, and cleaned my special place, although it wasn"t really necessary, as i had not used my nappy, and i had showered before i had met Mummy. But She likes to look after Her baby, and make sure she is comfortable. i was given my bottle again, and sat on the floor, sucking contentedly.Mummy then tried to put my hair into a ponytail, but it was not long enough, so i will have to wait until another day .i was put back to bed, tied up as before, this time with a hood on, to help me sleep. i felt completely at peace and protected. i felt very lucky, Mummy only has one baby, and that is me. It will take a long time before She has another, so i feel very special, that i am so well cared for. At last it was time to get up and join the real world. Every now and then we have a gentle session, and, as i was putting my outside clothes on, i thought that i am very glad that we do.
  On the following day i picked up L.G. in my car, and we drove to a little industrial estate near Newquay (St Columb Road). There is a little factory there, called MIV, that makes Fetish Furniture. Mistress wanted to try out a throne i had agreed to purchase for Her, and She was delighted with it. They make many other things as well, all at affordable prices, and i am sure we will be going again. L.G. also wanted a foot stool to go with it, and we shall pick both of them up next time i visit, although, thinking about it, the throne is exactly the right height for a slave to lie before it and have his Mistresses stiletto heeled boots digging in to his body. But that is for another day!

NB: It is necessary to point out that I do not offer baby sessions with other clients - Lady Glory
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Day 2662
Came back from Plymouth yesterday, back and bits still very sore from L.G.s ministrations on Tuesday, when i last visited. Mistress was dressed in Her lovely new long P.V.C. dress in metallic purple, with high platform boots.
i was made to kneel before Her, while She decided what to do with me. Apart from C.P.,which Mistress has decided not to use on me at present, all options were open. So it was then, that i found myself strapped up in L.G.s bondage bag.
The zip over my prick was undone, and the velcro pads over my tits were removed, and Mistress began having Her fun.
Firstly, i could feel electrical connections going on my prick (i was hooded in a heavy leather helmet and could see nothing) then they were turned on, then japanese clamps were placed on my nipples, and pulled VERY hard. i was gasping in pain from this double attack, but receiving no mercy. This torture went on for a long, long time, until L.G. had been pleased with my forbearance, and i could hear Her getting something else out. The electrics were turned off, but the clamps remained, then i could hear a vibrator starting up. It was very powerful, and i could feel the bench beneath me shaking as it was applied to my groin. Within a matter of seconds i had a huge orgasm, i was crying into my hood, but ecstatic at the same time. The vibrator was put to one side, i was cleaned up, then the vibrator was applied again. This was not nearly so pleasurable, and i was mewling into my hood. Mistress chuckled at my predicament, it was impossible for me to come again, maybe 30 years ago i could have, but it was pure torture for me. At last L.G. called a halt, and i was very glad She did, the clamps and hood were removed, and i was let out of the bag.
  i was allowed a few minutes on the dungeon floor to recover while L.G. decided what to do with me next. It did not take long. " I am going to needle you up" said Mistress. "Come and sit before me" i did as i was told, with my back towards L.G., on a heavy metal chair. i could hear Mistress getting out Her equipment, and the snap as Her rubber gloves went on. Then the pain began. It took a long time, but eventually She had finished." Go and look at yourself in the mirror" i was told. i did as i was ordered, and saw a perfect heart in needles on my back. Mistress was very pleased with her artistry, and took a picture that can be seen in the slave gallery. "Right, now for your front." The needles were removed, and i got back on the bench. i already had my shirt on, as i had been sweating when i came out of it previously. Mistress does keep an eye on me, and would not like me to catch a chill! So the bag was protected from the blood from my piercings, although my back was very sore as i lay down. L.G.put on more gloves, and swabbed my genitals with surgical spirit, then She started inserting safety-pins into my prick. " These are very small," She said, "how was your holiday? It was a bit like being at the hairdressers, as Mistress chatted away, i tried to answer, and respond to Her conversation, but it was difficult for me, as it was quite painful. At last it was over, and i looked down to find my prick turned into a fanny, with a long row of safety-pins holding loose skin over it, hiding it from view. Mistress was going to leave them in, but i begged Her not to, as i was going to the pub after our session, and the thought of sitting to pee, and the burning it causes to the holes in my prick made me shudder. So the pins came out, i was very glad they did. i still had some time left in my session, although i was exhausted.
Mistress decided to give me an easy time with knife-play. i sat with my back toward Her again, and was then hooded. A knife was then drawn all over my body, as far as L.G.could reach. Down my arms, legs, back and front. L.G.then got out a leather glove, stroking me with one hand, whilst carving me with the other. The sensation was marvellous, and i relaxed completely, giving myself to the moment. At last Mistress called a halt. i was nearly asleep. My clothes were placed in front of me, and i tried to remember how to put them on, such was the peace i felt. i got dressed, and we chatted a while as usual. then i found my way out of the dungeon back into the real world. It was a hot day, but i was glad of my fleece as i made my way back to my B.&B.
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Day 2640‏

i attended the last Pandemonia in Southsea, this time WITH permission. It was another great event, but this time, with not so much play. Apart from nipple torture, bondage and being put in the pillory, i was not used at all.

So it was then, that last Wednesday, when i visited Lady Glory again , i went with a bum that was not sore, but it very soon was! i was made to strip naked, and pay homage to Mistresses lovely patent stiletto thigh boots, then made to lie down, with my head between Her legs. Then L.G. dug Her heels into my chest, and then into my nipple piercings. This was very painful, and i was soon squealing in agony. This torture went on for some time, then i was made to lift out L.G.s whipping bench. Bondage mitts were strapped on to my arms, and they were then clipped to the base of the device. Then L.G. began on me. First a gloved hand spanking, then, when i was asked if it hurt, the gloves were removed. L.G. does not like to waste Her energy on a mere slave. After a good spanking, a flogger was used, and finally the cane. This i found unbearable, but was pushed to eight strokes. i was released from the bench, and allowed to sit on the dungeon floor. i was very quiet and humble, and was asked what was wrong. i have taken many much worse beatings, but they seem to hurt much more these days, i think it is the arthritis in my hips getting worse, but Mistress certainly decided that something was wrong, and will not beat me again in that way, in the future. After all, there are very many other things W/we can to for me to serve Her.

After i had recovered somewhat, i got up and was made to get into the bondage bag. It was done up as tight as possible, then L.G. got out a new item of torture. It was an oxygen re-breather. This is very like the mask they use in hospitals to put one to sleep, but with a valved bag attached, so air can be stopped from reaching the patient. Altogether, a very nasty bit of kit. The mask went over my mouth and nose, the bag was attached, then L.G. started playing with me. This went on for ages, i could breathe normally for a while, then i started to pant. It was a very nasty experience to go through, fastened up as i was, i could do nothing to help myself, only suffer at Mistresses pleasure. At long, long last, i heard L.G. getting out something else. Then my prick and balls were yanked out of my leather cocoon, and a very powerful vibrator switched on. i was still in my mask. Within a few seconds i had a huge orgasm, and was crying and ecstatic at the same time. "Didn't even have to touch you," said Mistress as She cleaned me up.

The mask was removed, and i was let out of the bag. "What am i going to do with you next?" mused Mistress. i still had 30 minutes of my session to go. It surprised me very much, i seemed to have been there for hours. "I know, knife play!" So i was made to sit in a heavy metal chair, with my back to L.G., and a knife came out of its sheath. Various figures were drawn on my back, and i had to guess what they were. i did quite well with numbers, but when it came to the alphabet, i soon became confused, and L.G.let me off having to guess what they were. But She did not let me off the play, and, by the end of the session my back was a mass of scratches, so much so that i slept on my front that night. After L.G. had finished with me, we chatted for a while, as usual at the end of a session, while i dressed, and then i left, aching all over as usual, but at peace.

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Day 2618‏

It was only two days later that i visited Lady Glory again. This time it was for a pure bondage only session. i was to be in Mistresses bondage bag for four hours. As it was me, Mistress was in Her navy nurses uniform, as there was a little preparation to go through before i was incarcerated. i do have a prostate problem, and a weak bladder, so could not manage 4 hours without a wee, and the bondage bag is used for other slaves apart from me, so Nurse had to take steps to ensure it was as clean when i was released as it was when i went in it.

She was going to catheterize me, with my own sterilised catheter i had brought with me. As Nurse had never done this before and doesn't do this to anyone else i was to show Her how. She inserted the catheter with due care and attention and pumped it up, unfortunately some blood came out of the tube, into the drainage bag. So Nurse decided to take it out and use a large incontinence pad instead. This went on, and plastic pants over the top, just in case.
my fantasy was that i was in for a sex-change, and when i came out of the bag i would be a Woman. So i had brought a corset with me, to give me a beautiful figure when i woke up. Nurse decided it wasn't necessary because being in the bag for that length of time with a corset on too would be very uncomfortable, and i was glad She did, as i was still very sore from Her previous treatment of me from only two days before. So, with just the pad on, and a hood over my head, i was zipped and strapped up as tightly as possible. Then, for extra security, ropes were attached to the bag i was in and pulled tight as well, so i could hardly move an inch, and couldn't fall off the bench when Nurse went away. Then Nurse left one lamp on, and i was left in near pitch darkness.

i don't know if you have ever been in bondage at all, but four hours seems an interminable amount of time. There is nothing to do, and you certainly aren't going anywhere! i tried to count the seconds, but, as i couldn't move my fingers, so tight was i held, soon lost count. The strap over my lower legs was particularly tight, and soon became very uncomfortable. i tried to ease it by pulling my legs up, but could only raise them a few inches. My back and bum were still very sore from the needles, caning and pin-wheel from only two days before, and the bench i lay on become uncomfortable after a time, so that caused me growing discomfort as well. All i could do was endure and wait. i heard noises from upstairs, people moving around, but felt, somehow, remote from the world. After what felt like a week, i heard the door to the dungeon open, and Nurse approaching. "How are you doing, o.k.?" i was asked. i nodded my head that i was. "Two hours in, two to go." Then Nurse turned off ALL the lights and i was plunged into complete darkness, i then heard Nurse leave locking the doors behind Her. (Note from LG - An aspect I particularly enjoy, knowing you are down there all alone, locked in, in darkness, vulnerable, abandoned. Lovely...)  
Only half way, i thought.

i have had fantasies about being in bondage for a long, long time, but the reality is different. It is pretty boring, there is no interaction with a Mistress, due to the very nature of this type of session, so all you can do is wait to be released. So i waited and waited. i ached all over, and , as i could hardly move, there was nothing i could do to ease myself. At long, long last i think i heard the dungeon door open again. Then i felt Mistresses presence. She was nearby, but did not turn the light on or speak to me. She just stood over me, watching Her property, helpless and suffering before Her. i was not in REAL pain, as two days before, but still very anxious to get out the bag. At last, Mistress spoke. "Time to come out", She said. "Have you been asleep"? i had not, as i was in too much discomfort. Mistress undid me and took off the hood. My pad had done its work, and the bag was still dry, i changed into another one, and got dressed. We had a little chat, as always, and then i left. i am not sure if i will book such a session again, but it had been quite an experience.

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Day 2616
i fully expected severe punishment on my latest visit to Lady Glory, and was not to be disappointed. Last Friday week i had attended a Fetish Party at Pandemonia,in Southsea, Portsmouth, and had gone without permission. It was a great event, but , i knew , in my mind, that there would be a heavy price to pay. So it was then, that i entered Mistresses dungeon last Wednesday, with even more trepidation than usual. i was made to strip naked ,as usual, and soon found myself tightly secured to Mistresses whipping bench. "You know what this is for" said L.G.,before She began. i nodded my head in shame that i did. i knew i was in the wrong. So commenced the most painful beating i have ever had. Mistress began with a hard hand spanking, then a flogger, then finally the cane. i was begging for mercy long before it had ended, but, apart from a little respite every now and then to gather myself, received none. L.G. was relentless in Her treatment of me, in a way She rarely is now, and , by the end, i was a broken and sobbing wreck. i will not be going to any event in the future without express permission. no matter how much i want to go, and no matter what my personal circumstances are at home. When it was over i was untied, and allowed a few minutes on the floor to recover, while L.G.decided what to do with me next. When i had stopped sobbing i was made to get up and sit on a chair with my back towards Mistress. She was going to insert needles in my back. So i steeled myself for what was to come. It took quite a long time, but eventually Mistress had finished. The last needle seemed to be the most painful of all, and i think L.G.realised that i was at my limit. So She took them out. i think there must have been 40 or so in me at the end. Then i was made to sit on Mistresses punishment stool, while She looked on and made sure i didnt cheat. This stool has serrated bottle tops screwed into it, and, with the very sore bum i had, was very, very painful. i tried to keep as much of my weight as possible on my Knees, but, with L.G. watching me closely, didn't dare to lean forward too. much. Then LG put me in bondage. i soon found myself in a hog-tie lying on the floor. i moved over on to my side, to make it a bit more bearable, and was left like that as i grew stiffer and stiffer, and my muscles and joints became more and more painful. After some time i was in agony, and L.G. realised this and at last released me, and i was very glad that She did so. But i was not prepared for what She did next. The ropes were untied and neatly coiled, and i found myself in a heavy metal chair, this time facing Mistress. Then a heavy leather hood went over my head and was laced up tight. As i have said before, this was an ominous sign. My hands were chained to my sides, and the inevitable torture began. First of all my face was slapped, backhand and forehand. Even with the hood on it hurt. Then Mistress started hitting me in the balls, hard, which was even more painful. Then the nipple torture began, weights and clamps were used, as well as Mistresses fingers and nails, until i was bellowing in pain in my hood. But, last, and by no means least, a pin-wheel was dragged all over my body, until i was in pain everywhere. By the finish, i had nearly lost my mind, and was begging for it to stop. i had been used in those two hours more than i could endure, and was completely broken. At last it stopped, then L.G.began to manipulate my prick. It was very, very sore from the pin-wheel, and i could not erect for Her. i think, also, that i was in shock from the pain i had undergone that afternoon, Mistress mentioned another Lady who may attend our future sessions, and how she likes to wear thigh-boots, so .not to be outdone, Mistress would wear Hers too. " Imagine laying on the floor, with us digging our heels into you, and stamping and kicking you ." i did, and the thought was great, but i still couldn"t get hard. At last Mistress called a halt. The hood was removed, and my hands unchained. i still had ten minutes left in my session, but had given all i could, and more. So i rose from my seat, gingerly, sat on the floor, and began to dress. We chatted for a while , as i pulled myself together, and then i left, and walked slowly and painfully back to my B&B. i ached all over.

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Day2586‏

"Very nice",said Lyn as i met her on the stairs at my B &B, after going to the loo. i was in my lovely long nightie, with long sleeves and lots of lace. i was on the stairs because i was staying in the smallest room, 7, with no en-suite facillities, i call it the little slave room, and i was in the B &B because i had just visited Lady Glory for the latest time. i arrived as usual, at 5P.M., and was invited into Mistresses chamber. i was nervous, as always, as i knelt before Her, L.G. was in a wet look top, wet look pants, PVC waistie, and beautifully made-up as usual, but the thing that caught my eye was the large strap-on dangling between Her legs. i thanked god that i had fully cleaned myself before visiting, even though my stomach was churning over, as it always does, even after nine years of visits. i was made to strip naked as usual, i could see a steam iron hissing away in a corner of the dungeon, and wondered what it was for, i was soon to find out! Every time i look at the S&M Porno on the internet, i take note of what happens to the slave, and always imagine myself in his or her place, and if it is something unusual that i haven"t tried, may mention it to L.G. as something we could try in our sessions, and this was one such thing. i had seen Mistress Prima steam- iron a slave, and wondered what it would feel like, mentioned it to Mistress, and now i was about to find out. Silly me! Mistress made me walk over to Her bench, bend my knees a little, so i was the right height, then placed a thick cloth beneath my prick, She didn"t want to damage the bench, then picked up the iron with one hand, and pressed me in the small of the back with the other, so i couldn"t move backwards, which was what i had in mind. As the iron approached, i could feel the heat, "this one gets VERY hot " said Mistress, "that"s why I don"t use it one clothes any more." Mistress then pressed the button that forced the steam out right on to my poor prick, i screamed in pain and tried to jump backwards, but Mistresses hand held me firm. Then She put the iron directly on to my prick, just for an instant, and i nearly jumped out of my skin. But Mistress did not give up. She ironed the cloth then pressed it firmly into my groin. Just this indirect contact was quite enough for me, and L.G., pleased with the success of Her idea repeated the operation some ten times, until my poor prick was very red and sore. Then Mistress put down the iron and turned it off, and i was very glad to hear it tick itself cool.    
"What next" mused Mistress to Herself. With the strap-on swinging between Her legs, i had a pretty good idea. i was made to drag out another bench, and lay on top of it . i was very uncomfortable, with my middle not supported very much , and my arms and knees taking most of my weight. Mistress put a condom on the big prick, and started to fuck me. "No, this is no good, its the wrong height." So i had to get up, put that bench away, then straddle another one , to see if that suited. "Thats Better ," said L.G., thrusting powerfully into me, so my head was hitting the wall in front of me. i would have disagreed, but i was having a quiet weep as Mistress took Her pleasure of me. There is nothing , in my experience, that so humbles a male slave to be taken in this way by his Mistress, and nothing that teaches him his place better. Mistress was enjoying Herself very much, but at last it was over, and She pulled out for the last time. "Not so cocky now, " are we , She said, as i sobbed on my bench," thats taken you down a peg or two. " i always try and respect Mistress, of course, but every now and then i take a few liberties, so every now and then i find myself reminded of my place in our relationship, and i was feeling VERY humble as i crawled of the bench and knelt before L.G. for the second time that afternoon.
In Her hand was a leather strap, at first i thought it was a collar, but it was soon around my wrist, and another , for the other one. Then i was led to a cold metal chair, and my wrists clipped one to each side. Then a heavy leather hood went over my head, and i knew i was in REAL trouble. As i have explained before, Mistress is particularly cruel to me when i am hooded i become a thing, not a person or even a slave. Mistress began by pulling my prick forward and putting a heavy weight on my P.A. piercing. Then She tied my nipple piercings together and put a heavy weight between them. Then She got out a pin wheel and dragged it all over my body, down my legs ,up my arms, anywhere She pleased, talking to me all the while and making fun of me. At length it was over, and the weights came off, but nipple clamps went on, then Mistress began to milk me. i was in a lot of pain, but Mistress chided me for not coming, and i thought that i had failed Her. Goodness knows when i will get another chance to come. At last Mistress gave up, and released me from the chair. "The bag, I think, yes, the bag." So , for the last part of our session, i found myself strapped into Mistresses body-bag. She had left the zip over my prick undone, and i could feel electric clamps going on. Mistress turned me up half-way, as last time, and left me to suffer whilst She tidied away the equipment She had used on me. Then She returned. " I could keep you like this for a LONG time, Mistress breathed into my ear ." i could only nod my head in agreement, as there was no way out of the bag without assistance, but, after another ten minutes or so i was helped out, allowed to dress, and , after a little chat, allowed to leave.  

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Day 2558‏

Not very well at the moment, have a thick head and a sore throat, was going to donate blood today, but cannot do it. Brother (who i live with) has been drinking all night, and is falling-down pissed. Water Board want to come and dig up our lounge floor ,to cure a leak we have had for a long time, but only became apparent when we had a meter installed. If it were not for my visits to Lady Glory i could become VERY depressed, i have something and someone to live for, and have had for nearly 9 years now, and i relish every minute we spend together, although it means, usually, a very demanding time for me.
So it was then, last Thursday, that i visited for the latest time. Christmas and New Year were over, i just hate all the hype and hoo ha, which seems to go on for months these days, and the once- a- year lot who get in my local pub, order their drinks one at a time, and then pay by credit card on a round that comes to £7 or so, then stand at the bar when the pub is heaving. i found myself naked, as usual, paying homage to Mistresses lovely lace-up leather boots, grovelling on the floor, so i could reach the soles and heels, which Mistress always insists on. Mistress had already removed the padlock on my chastity device, but i still had on a stainless steel ball weight, which i had worn for weeks. So i had visions of maybe being allowed to come , for the first time in months.

i continued with my pleasant chore for some time, but knew what was going to come next, a little unfinished business from our last session, when i chickened out of going over Mistresses new whipping bench. So i soon found myself with my wrists cuffed to the base of the device, and ropes holding my body and legs to the frame. i couldn"t move very much at all, which was just as well for what was to come. Mistress began with hard hand spanks, to warm me up, and just that nearly caused me to beg for mercy, but i knew that much more was to come, so steeled myself for my ordeal. Next , a paddle, then a nasty swishy whip was used, then a heavier paddle, then came a heavy flogger on my back, which felt as if someone was thumping me, more hand spanks, and finally, worst of all, the cane, i thought i may get away with 6 strokes, but Mistress pushed me to 8.
At last it was over, i had bourne it as best i could, and LG praised me for my forebearance, but i used to be able to take much more, and for some reason it seemed to hurt less, i wonder if someone could explain?

Anyway, that part of the session was over, i had been dreading it for weeks, i was released, and allowed a few minutes sitting on the floor of the dungeon to recover a little. Next, i was invited on to the examination table, and soon found myself strapped up tight in LG's body bag, and, for good measure, ropes were used between the straps to hold me tighter. The zip over my genitals was undone, and i could feel wires being connected to them. Then a nasty rubber hood went over my head, i could see through the eye zips, but they were soon done up, as was the one over my mouth. i found it increasingly difficult to breathe, and the hood expanded or contracted at each inhalation and exhalation. Then LG removed the pads over my breasts and tied my nipples together. They seemed to meet in the middle of my chest. Then the electrics were turned on. i seemed to be in a world of my own, a long cycle of impulses was felt in my prick and balls, not too painful, but enough to keep me on edge, wondering when the machine would be turned up, and i would be in real agony. Mistress, thankfully, did not turn me up more than half-way, i am sure She will go further another time, just to see what happens, and to hear me squeal, but , for the moment, She was content just to have me at Her mercy, Knowing that, at any moment, She could cause me intolerable pain, and knowing that i knew it too.

After some time of this treatment i heard the machine being turned off, and i was released from the bag, and my helmet removed. "What next ?" mused Mistress. i soon found myself in a heavy metal chair, with my back to Her, then my back was swabbed in surgical spirit, and Mistress began inserting needles in my back. "Not too many today, i think," She said, and i was glad to hear those words. L.G. chatted away to me as She continued with Her work. "A nice heart, i think, yes, a nice heart." It took quite a while, as usual, and Mistress wasn't quite as pleased with Her handiwork as She usually is, but a lovely heart was designed and pierced into my back. i was allowed to view the finished result, but could not see very well in the mirror because of all the new equipment L.G.has in Her dungeon, some of which has never been used, even on me!
The needles were removed, and we still had a little time left. "A little knife-play, I think," said Mistress. So i kept in my seat, and tried to hold still, as Mistress used Her knives on me, on my back, and down my legs, as far as She could reach. Mistress placed Her leather clad hands over my back, then back to the knives. My back was soon a mass of scratches, and i felt was there not a part of my body that had not been used and abused in our session, and how i was going to sleep comfortably that night, as my options were limited. Mistress , at last, finished Her sensation play, and i was allowed to rest for a few minutes, and we had a little chat as we always do at the end of a session.

Then i remembered my punishment maids uniform order. i asked Mistress to measure me, as it is difficult to do yourself, and She readily agreed. i was quite surprised how much my waist was (i suspect something will soon be done about that!) and Mistress decided my skirt length, that it should be lockable, and with a hot , itchy sackcloth lining. It will be something new to wear to W.W.B. parties and the like, although there don"t seem to be many fetish does anymore. So another great session came to an end.
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Day 2523
 
Very tightly laced this morning as i write this, and have been all night. Will only take corset off when i have finished. i love tight-lacing, and have many corsets, but have been a bit lax since i retired, and must go back in to training, as my waist is becoming too large, and i have many clothes i cannot get into. If i were with Mistress all the time, i am sure She would keep me in corsets or bondage or both all the time, and in permanent chastity too, and i would be a very submissive slave indeed. "Where is it ?" Mistress asked , as W/we began O/our latest session . i was kneeling, naked , before Her, and feeling very vulnerable. Mistress was referring to the "Kalis Teeth " chastity device i had ordered from Tickleberry a week or so earlier. It had arrived, but , unfortunately , was too large for me, and i could see that it would not be any use for what Mistress had in mind. It was also lightweight, and not suitable for permanent wear, which was also required. i explained this to Mistress , on my knees, and She seemed very understanding, however , i am sure She is still on the look-out for another method to ensure my chastity.
It was quite cold in the dungeon (the central heating wasn't working properly at the time. Fixed now - LG), it was perishing outside, Mistress was in Her new white nurses uniform, and i knew, immediately, that i was in for some pain. Nurses seem to love to cause pain to submissive males, and humiliate them as well. Anyway, i was soon tied to nurses examination bench, with my legs apart, and my genitals exposed. "Now dear" nurse said,"We are going to turn your prick into a fanny, wont" that be nice for you"? . It was the operation of my dreams ( i have been turned down by the N.H.S.) so i agreed to it, not that i had any say in the matter. "Of course, it may hurt, just a little, but we won't let that worry us , will we, after all, you were made to suffer, weren't you"? i nodded my agreement. So Nurse began , pinning the loose flesh of my groin over my prick, so it was confined and concealed from view. It hurt quite a lot, as you might imagine, but that did not stop Nurse in Her duty, She hummed to Herself as the safety-pins went in, and chatted away, ignoring my pain. When She had finished , Nurse gave me a little pat. "Now you are ready for my electrical treatment, i have a nice new machine for you. Nurse connected up the electrodes to my testicles, and switched on Her box of tricks. There were five different channels, each could be adjusted , from the tiniest sensation to absolute agony, and guess which end of the scale Nurse used most? Nurse wanted to find out how far to turn up her dials for the patients that are to follow me, so was using me as a guinea-pig. Nurse had left me ungagged, so i could communicate what i was feeling, and tell Her when it was becoming intolerable, so i did my best in giving a report, although it wasn't easy sometimes, when i was gasping in pain. Then Nurse put on another pair of rubber gloves and took the safety pins out of my groin. It hurt nearly as much as when they went in, and then Nurse swabbed me down. "Let me bandage you up, she said". The bandage went around my prick, and then wires were attached to it, and the machine was turned on again. Nurse played with me for a while, then turned me up half-way. That was quite enough for me, and i squealed in pain, nurse turned the machine off. "There, thats quite enough of that for one day, now what am I going to do with you next?" "The new bench, i think!" i begged not to go over the new bench, as i was very cold, and asked to go in the sleep-sack instead,and my plea was granted. Once all the straps and zips were done up Nurse removed the velcro pads over my breasts, and put severe nipple clamps on me. "There now, wouldn"t want you falling asleep now, would we," She said. Then the zip over my groin was undone, and my prick pulled out. Nurse manipulated me for ages, but i could not erect, never mind come. At last She gave up, and i was glad She did in a way, because, of course, i was very sore down there. So i was left in peace, until the end of my session, when the clamps were released and the bag undone.
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Day 2509
 
There are many aspects of female domination and being a slave, from the utmost cruelty to more gentle things, and it is of the more gentle sort that i wish to write of today. i have been a T.V. since i was about 10 years old, at one time i felt great shame that i wasn"t the child my parents wanted, and of my overwhelming "unnatural desires, but as i matured i learn"t to accept myself as i am, and realised that i wasn"t the only one in the world, there are thousands of us out there. i feel now that; as long as you aren"t harming anyone else you should be able to express who you are, and i think society as a whole has come a long way in accepting people who are different, as long as they are reasonably discreet about how they go about it. Anyway , over the years i have accumulated many, many different items of female apparel, some of which i love, some less so. However, i recently discovered "Auntie Annies" sissy and baby store on the internet, and i can"t recommend them highly enough. i have ordered many things, and they have always been beautifully made, beautifully packed, and , most importantly, fitted very well as well, which is not always the case with T.V. shops.
  So pleased i was with my purchases that i wished to show them off to Mummy, and so it was that i suggested to Her that i should come for a Baby Session, only to find that She was thinking on similar lines, as we often do now, so close we have become over the years. So a baby session it was! I arrived at 5 P.M. as usual, and was made to strip naked in the dungeon, putting my clothes away neatly in a special container mummy has to tidy them away. i stood up, and Mummy looked at my prick that She was going to lock away to prevent me ,misbehaving when i am away from Her. She took a hammer, a metal spike, and a piece of wood, and led me to Her bench. i bent my knees slightly , to be at the correct height. Then Mummy drove the spike through my foreskin so a padlock could be inserted. Unfortunately, Mummy discovered that the hole for the padlock wasn"t wide enough for it to be inserted (the padlock was a VERY big one) so She had to give up on the idea, but She has kept the hammer and spike for another day, as She really liked driving it in to me. Then Mummy asked me to unpack my special clothes, i hadn"t brought everything, as i have to travel on the train at the moment, but Mummy soon started to dress me. First, a lovely big nappy, then tight plastic pants to hold it neatly, then a waterproof nappy cover, with a pretty pattern on it, then a pink satin play/ sleepsuit, then a nice bonnet, and finally my pink padded mittens, which Mummy chained on, then chained together, so i could"t use my hands. Mummy gave me a bottle, and i lay happily on the floor next to Mummy, feeling at peace with the world, sucking away at my bottle.
  Then Mummy decided it was time for bed, and i climbed up onto Her bench, and was put into Her body-bag. All the straps and zips were done up tight, and then a nasty leather hood went over my head, i could only see through the small breathing holes, and i felt very vulnerable. Then Mummy removed the velcro patches over my breasts,and gently pulled them out of my sleepsuit. Then i squealed as Mummy put vicious nipple clamps on me, and tweaked them, so they hurt me even more. i was left for a while in my pain, as Mummy put on leather gloves, then She put Her hand over my breathing holes, and chuckled to Herself as i struggled for air. This torture went on for a long, long time, and my nipples got sorer and sorer as Mummy pulled at them, and She tightened the clamps even more. At one point She threatened to smother Her baby, and i believed Her, the only good thing was that my genitals were secured away in my nappy, and nicely protected, making it impossible for them to be reached, or they would have certainly come in for severe treatment as well.
  At last Mummy decided it was time for me to get up, and released me out of the body-bag. My hands were still locked in my mittens, making them useless. Then Mummy decided that i had been a naughty baby, and removed all my clothing and made me bend over Her whipping bench. i was tied down with rope, and then Mummy began to spank me. i had given Mummy a pretty little paddle with a teddy bear on it, it looked fairly harmless, but i was to find out different. Mummy hit me with it until i cried, and promised to be a good baby, then She hit me some more, to drive home the lesson. i was begging for mercy, but not receiving any, Mummy knows best, and when you are a little baby you have no say in matters. At last Mummy decided i had learned my lesson, and released me, i had a VERY sore bottom, but Mummy comforted me, and i began to feel better, i was allowed to dress, and that signalled the end of another great session.

NB: It is necessary to point out that I do not offer baby sessions with other clients - Lady Glory
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Day2472?

Came back from Plymouth yesterday, stiff and sore on the train. Saw Lady Glory on Wednesday, at 5P.M. as usual. Went into the dungeon, and was made to strip naked, as usual. Mistress was going to ensure my chastity by inserting a heavy, stainless steel padlock into my foreskin, but we decided to do that at the end of our session, for which i was grateful, but Mistress"es new whipping bench had arrived, and i was to be the first to go over it, to try it out. Lucky me! So Mistress put strong arm mitts on me, connected them to the strong attachment points on the bench, then began to rope me to it, for extra security. Cords went over my body, then round my legs, so eventually, i could hardly move, but i was quite comfortable, for the moment. Then Mistress began. First hard hand spanks, then a lash, then finally , a heavy strap, which had me begging for mercy, and trying to escape. Just 10 more, i was told, then you can lick my boots. Mistress was in Her lovely patent leather boots, leather skirt, and red top. So ten more it was, Mistress likes to push my limits, and i like to do my best for Her, though it was hard to bear, and i still bear the marks today.
  "What next, " i thought to myself . i was soon to find out. i was released from the bench, my mitts still on, and made to sit in a heavy steel chair. My arms were fastened to my sides , and a heavy leather hood went over my head, and was laced and zipped tight. Then the torture began. Mistress fastened weights to my nipple piercings, then nasty clamps went on, for good measure. Then Mistress started thumping me in the balls, this was very hard to bear, and i was moaning in agony. "QUIET" i was ordered. But it was not easy when such a thing is done to a male. Then Mistress started with Her pin-wheel . This has very sharp serrations, and was used all over my body, with extra- special attention given to those areas that were already sore. Then the chain between the nipple clamps was placed around my neck and over the back of the chair i was tied to. "Lean forward" i was ordered . "HURT yourself" By leaning forward the pressure on my nipples could become intolerable, and Mistress still had Her hands free to torture me in other ways, fiendish or what! So Mistress continued with Her pin-wheel, scratching and squeezing me, until She was satisfied i could take no more. Then the mood changed. "I want you to be my little cow" i was told. "I"m going to milk you". The idea of being milked appealed to me, but the clamps and the weights were still on, and i thought it may not be possible. However, Mistress began manipulating me, and i was soon in erection. i became very aroused , and was just on the point of coming when She stopped, and laughed into my face,oh no i thought, that is it. But after a few minutes She began again, and with me pulling on my nipple chains, and mooing all the while, at last i was allowed to come. i had a shattering orgasm, and my spend seemed to go on for ages, i haven"t been allowed to come for months, so i had much to release.Mistress soon had me cleaned up, and i was released and allowed a few minutes respite, sitting on the floor.Then it was back in the chair again, but this time with my back towards Mistress. She was going to use needles to write Her initials in me. This took some time, as they ran right down my back, and right across it as well, i was able to look in the mirror when it was finished, and saw a huge LG in it. It was quite appropriate, as, after all, i do belong to Her. After the needles were removed, i was made to put my shirt on , after Mistress had cleaned me up, and went in the body -bag for the remainder of my session. i was so tired that Mistress said i dropped off when She awoke me to insert my padlock, that was when we decided to do it next time. So i have something to look forward to at our next merry meeting.Mistress knew that i had suffered enough for one day ( i have a virus at the moment) and sent for a cup of coffee for me. i was allowed to go outside for a smoke, and when i returned , we chatted for a while. Mistress is purchasing Mistress Primas old electric box, so i have even more to look forward to.
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Day 2444

Came back from Plymouth yesterday after another great session with Lady Glory. Went down on Monday, and , unfortunately had to cut off my C.B.2000 chastity device on Tuesday. My poor prick had swollen to such an extent that it was over the bars of the device, and was so sore from the " points of intrigue" that i could bear it no longer. My foreskin seems to have grown longer and thinner, and i can no longer retract my prick, which is a good thing in a way, as i wont be tempted to wank, the penalties for which are VERY severe. Mistress said to leave it for 2 months or so to heal up, then She will consider other ways to keep me chaste.
So to last Thursday, our most recent session. Arrived in dungeon at 5 P.M., as usual , and was made to strip naked, and Mistress inspected my poor, sore, prick. " Oh , that does look bad , " She said, bit it wasnt bad enough to save me from what Mistress had in mind for me! i had been told to bring safety-pins, so i knew what was in store for me, Mistress was going to pin my prick up, and make it into a fanny. ( pictures of a similar operation can be seen in slave gallery) For this operation Mistress had donned Her green nurses uniform, with patent knee boots, and i must say, looked very fetching, as well as forbidding. So i went up on nurses examination table, and my hands were tied tightly behond my head , so i couldnt interfere. Nurse began by giving me a good swab down with T.C.P., which stung my poor broken skin terribly, but worse was to follow . Nurse started to pin me up, humming to herself, and chatting away to me, how She likes to see me suffer. Only a dozen or so pins were used, i have had many more inserted in the past, but nurse was not feeling all that well, and let me off gently. "now for your back" She said, "get up". Getting up was not easy, with my hands tied, but i managed it, and was soon sitting with my back to nurse, She was going to insert needles into me. i heard nurse getting the needles ready, " how many are you going to put in me ?" i asked. "ALL of them" came the reply. My heart sank, nurse must have had 100 or so in front of her. So i steeled myself for my ordeal, there was no escape from what nurse wanted to do to me. She began, as before, by swabbing my back all over, it didnt sting as much as my front, thank goodness, but still stung. Nurse put lines of needles right across my back, from shoulder to shoulder, a bit different than usual, and i bore it as best i could, it would have been easier for me had i been lying down, but that would have made it harder for nurse, and that would never do! . Nurse continued with Her work, chatting all the while, trying to take my mind off what was happening to me, and the accumulating pain i was in. She used Her new needles first, then started on Her old ones. These were much harder to insert, and, therefore, much harder for me to bear, and eventually nurse called a halt. When She counted up, there were 64 needles in me. "That will do for today," She said, go and look at yourself in the mirror. i did so, and was amazed to see two complete rows of needles in my back in perfectly straight lines. It did look pretty!. i was made to sit down again, and nurse removed them, then She removed all the safety-pins in my prick. " Knife play or bag" She asked. Bag, i decided . i was soon strapped up tight in it for the remaining time of my session, i heard nurse bustling about, tidying up the things She had used. i did think She might have used a little nipple torture on me, but nurse decided i had suffered enough for one day, and i am thankful She did.
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Day 2417

"I"ve left your keys upstairs" Lady Glory said to me. We had just started our latest session, and i was kneeling, naked , before Her. "Oh dear" i thought, no orgasm for You today, or for the next month or so , when i visit Mistress again. The keys are to my C.B.2000 chastity device, it is improved, with 2 padlocks, 1 holding the device on and 1 holding the springhook that goes through my P.A. piercing, held within its body, so it is impossible to " pull-out" , which i used to be able to do if desired, not that i would ever have an illicit wank, the penalties are too severe, as i have found to my cost. So i started licking Mistresses boots resigned to not being allowed to come for some time, such is the plight of a slave.
  "What am i going to do with you today?" Mistress mused to Herself. "Have you brought any safety-pins?" Unfortunately i had not. "Oh well, i"l just use needles instead, I have some nice new ones for you". "But first over the bench". i soon found myself over Mistresses whipping bench. Mistress likes to give me some C.P.in most sessions now, as it keeps me in practice and up to the mark . i was roped around the waist, to the bench, and Mistress began , as usual , with hard hand spanks to warm me up. Then She progressed to a paddle, then a flogger and then , finally, the cane. i was begging for mercy before Mistress had finished, and thankfully received it. "There! that will give you a nice sore bum on the train when you go back in the morning". Mistress is so thoughtful. "Now come and sit in front of me with your back towards me". i knew what was next, the needles. To those who have never tried them, needles hurt quite a bit when they go in , but more so when they are blunt, and Mistresses old ones had been in me half a dozen times or so and were past there best [Mistress only uses them on me] . So She had bought me some new ones. i soon had a lovely star on my back, Mistress loves to use a bit of artistry, i suppose there were 50 or so in there when i looked in the mirror, not the record, but enough. When Mistress had finished She immediately took the needles out again, and i was able to rest for a few minutes. Then i was back in the chair again for more treatment. This time i was blindfolded, and my hands and arms pinioned in long bondage mitts. Then i heard Mistressses knives coming out again. i held very still as the blades were drawn over my back and front, then Mistress pushed the blade hard into my back, finding my nerves and pressure points. "Hope I dont go through" She said. So did i! Then various other items were used in sensation play, including a nasty pin-wheel,which left me gasping in pain, and trying to pull away, but that part of the session drew to a close. "Time for the bag" ,Mistress said. By this She meant Her body-bag. My mitts and collar were removed, and a nasty leather hood went over my head, and was laced up so tight that my head creaked, then a zip was pulled down the front of my head, so i couldnt see, and only make muffled noises. Then i went in the bag, with all the zips and buckles done up as tight as possible. Then i was left. i could here Mistress tidying up the equipment She had already used, then She returned to me. i thought i was having it too easy! . "I could do anything i want with you like this " She said, and i nodded in agreement. i heard the flaps over my nipples being removed, and knew what was to come. Vicious clamps were placed on my nipples, then Mistress tweaked them, for extra effect, if it wasnt for my helmet i would have been screaming in pain, but even the noise i could make annoyed Her. i soon found a gloved hand over my mouth and nose, making it very difficult to breathe. T hen i heard Mistress getting out a plastic bag, i raised my head slightly on my couch, and it went over the tight leather helmet already covering my head. My life was now in Her hands. For what seemed like a lifetime Mistress played with me , controlling my air supply until i was gasping, letting me have a breath, then torturing my nipples to make me gasp all over again. This cycle went on, with Mistress whispering in my ear the while, threatening to suffocate me. At times i nearly panicked, but i trust Mistress with my life, and like to think i am the best slave She has, and too valuable to destroy, because She will have years of pleasure playing with me yet, but it was a close thing, and a very powerful scene, and i was very glad when Mistress released the nipple clamps, undid my hood and let me out of the bag, signalling the end of another great session.  
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Day 2404

Just back from a week in Scotland. Visited Mistress 12 days ago, and nipples and bum are still a little sore! Went into dungeon , and was made to strip naked, as usual. Mistress was in a corset top, with shiny leggings and platform knee boots, and beautifly made up. i was made to kneel before Her and worship those boots while Mistress made up Her mind what to do with me . i never ask for anything now, after the 8 years we have been together there is no need, Mistress knows i will do my best for Her whatever is demanded of me, and She will know when i have reached my limit , just by the way i am breathing . Mistress decided, first of all to put me in Her Bondage Chair. i felt the cold steel on my back as i sat, legs splayed outwards, arms spread wide, and my dangly bits VERY vulnerable hanging between my legs . i was soon roped tightly into this position, and then a heavy leather hood went over my head, and was laced up very tightly, partly so i could not see what was going on, partly to muffle me in the torture that was to come, and partly because Mistress loves a slave completely at Her mercy, and She is extra - cruel to me when She cannot see my face. Mistress began by hanging heavy weights onto my nipple piercings, then more on the piercing between my legs. Then a pin - wheel was drawn all over the front of my body ,down my thighs and down my legs, then back up again, with extra - special attention given to my nipples and poor exposed prick. This went on for ages, ( i had booked a 2 hour session) and every time i squirmed and wriggled in my bonds, so the weights would jiggle up and down and hurt me the more. But this was not enough for Lady Glory. Vicious nipple clamps were added to the weights and soon i was squealing into my helmet, and writhing in agony, as Mistress dragged the wheel up and down my body. At last Mistress knew that i could take no more, and desisted. The clamps, weights and bonds were removed, but not the helmet. Mistress had other ideas for me yet.
  Have you had an enema, slave ? She asked. i nodded that i had, i always do, before visiting, i never know what is in store for me and it is as well to be prepared! " Good" , She said, come and lean over this bench. i was guided to the bench, hooded and stiff as i was, and soon found myself strapped down tight, my legs apart, and roped to the legs of the bench. "First I"m going to open you up " Mistress said, inserting something into me , and pumping hard. i could feel my bum - hole expanding, as Mistress kept on pumping up the rubber bladder She had put into me . i was soon squealing all over again , being stretched to the limit. Mistress would release the pressure, but then begin all over again, pumping even harder, until my colon felt like it would split. At last the device was removed, but then i felt cold lube on my crack. Then Mistress started fucking me with Her strap-on. i love it when She does this, it makes me feel very close to Her, and totally submissive and used. i relaxed as much as i could , giving myself to the moment, and weeping quietly in my helmet , as Mistress took Her pleasure of me. At last it was over , i had been completely used. But then the bladder went back in, was pumped up hard, and Mistress began spanking me. This seemed to hurt more than usual , perhaps the hurt was inside, but Mistress carried on. Then a flogger was used , then finally the cane, this is the thing i dread most of all , and was soon begging for mercy, which thankfully , was granted.
  " What next" i thought to myself. i was soon to find out. i was released from the bench, and made to sit in a metal chair ,with my back towards Mistress. i was soon strapped in tight, so i couldn"t move a muscle, which was just as well, as i heard Mistress getting out Her Knives, even though i was still helmeted, i could hear the zing as they came out of their sheathes. Mistress was soon drawing them over my back, then, just for good measure, She leant over and did my front as well. Then a feather was used, then a piece of what felt like chiffon, then back to the knives, then back to other things. This sensation play seemed to last for hours, although time seemed to stand still. i felt how lucky i was , to be so close, so at one with Mistress, and so far away from the real world and everyday cares. Nothing else mattered, after all the pain that had gone before, i felt safe and warm and protected. Then Mistress began to manipulate me, and strong clips were placed on my prick and scrotum. Mistress continued to caress me, stroking me all over, and teasing me into erection. The minutes went by, and i became more and more agitated. my erection grew stronger, and, despite the pain in my groin i became very aroused. "Come for your Mistress " my Lady whispered in my ear, and come i did in a shattering orgasm, crying at the same time, until i was utterly spent. i felt completely drained when it was over, and completely at peace. It was perhaps the best session i have ever had Mistress, ThankYou.X
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Day 2368

Sunday morning at Lyn"s, the proprietor of the B.& B. i stay at when visiting Lady Glory , ( Sydney Guest House North Road West) , very clean, reasonable, and no single room supplement. Very stiff and sore today, had quite a session yesterday. Was picked up, as arranged, by Mistress' partner, and taken to dungeon for O/our appointment at 5p.m. i entered the dungeon, and was told to strip, so i did. Mistress was wearing a long wet-look skirt over Her long patent leather platform boots, and a nice black net top. Mistress decided to give me C.P. first, and i soon found myself lying over Her examination table, secured in bondage,with mitts on my arms. Mistress began with a hard hand spanking, then progressed to a leather paddle, then, finally, ten strokes of the cane. i took it quite well, and was rewarded with being able to worship Mistresses boots whilst She read my journal . This took quite some time, as there was quite a lot of journal to read, and Mistress read it all.
  Then Mistress decided to use Her new stapler on me, this is something we have never tried before, and i was a bit apprehensive, but it was not as bad as i feared . Mistress put one or two in my scrotum, then tried to cut them out. This was successful, and i soon found my scrotum well and truly stapled up , with 20 or more in there. Then Mistress decoded to pin up my back. Unfortunately, She had no safety- pins, so She used needles instead. This hurt quite a lot more than the staple gun, but i bore it the best i could. It also took a long time, but the end result was worth it,and i had a lovely heart on my back, in needles, whiich seemed to glisten in the light. Mistress was unhappy about leaving them in ,so took them all out as soon as She had finished. i was allowed to lie on the floor to recover for a few minutes, then told to roll over and lie on my front. My legs were forced up behind me, and i could feel cold metal on my back. Mistress connected this "T" bar to cuffs She put on my ankles,and the mitts i was still wearing, which reached passed my elbows. This was a very uncomfortable position for me, so i turned onto my side, and then my back, which improved matters, but not much. Mistress sat in Her chair, and revelled in my pain.
  At last i was released, and told to put my shirt on. Mistress was going to put me into Her body-bag, and didn"t want the blood on my back from the needles to mess it up. i was soon trussed up in the bag, and could not move an inch as the straps were tightened about my body. Then Mistress undid the zip that gave access to my cock and balls, and removed the velcro panels over my breasts. My P.A. piercing was soon connected to the stirrups in my nipples by an elastic cord, and Mistress pulled it tight, trying to make my prick stretch to my tits, somewhere over my tummy. This, of course , was VERY painful, and i gasped in agony, rocking my head from side to side, unable to make much noise or see, through the two hoods which covered my head. Then Mistress put a gadget on my prick, and began to wank me .This was not as pleasurable as it might have been, as , with the other hand, She pulled the cord connecting my prick to my nipples. i tried to erect, but my poor balls were trapped somewhere down between my legs, by the strap that held them tight, in my leather cocoon. i did my best to bring this fact to Mistresses attention , through the two hoods that kept me quiet. At last Mistress understood. She put Her hand down between my legs, and yanked out my balls. Now we were in business! Mistress continued wanking me with one hand , yanking my prick and nipples with the other, and me bucking my hips in my bonds in simulated sexual intercourse. At last i came, in a shattering orgasm,that left me totally spent and exhausted. There was a lot of come, as my balls have been full for weeks due to enforced chastity, and the plug i usually wear in my penis. Mistress soon had me cleaned up, and i was able to relax. Sometimes, Mistress will carry on torturing me even after She has helped me to come, which is torture indeed, but She didn"t on this occassion. i soon out of the body bag, and the staples were removed. i was allowed to dress, and we chatted for a while before i left. i was so shattered after our session that i was unable to attend the Westward Bound Party the same night, and had a quiet night in after my ordeal.