“hello mistress harriet. Public humiliation is a limit for me so I made it a private humiliation. I tied up my cock and balls and started to lie on the floor pulling on the coat hanger. the thought that you were over me. deet me pulling just a little harder. pulling my balls hurt but also made me horny after 10 minutes it hurts in my stomach. I was so horny that I came in a few seconds. and you were right only a few drops. it made my balls hurt even more. but i love that i am in pain for you thank you for doing this assignment for you
I’m glad you enjoyed my humble apology and photograph, I hope it was adequate. If not, let me know? I was sitting in my back room in the photo, which I use as a study, and makeshift torture chamber when serving you. My lesson report follows.
I’m most grateful to you for sending me my next lesson. Today I went out and bought a pack of wooden pegs, as I only had plastic; and some batteries for my camera. I must admit I cringed, as the wooden ones look more painful. Also, I remember one of your previous lessons involving clothes pegs, and that was excruciating. Nevertheless, you are my Mistress and I will obey you. I fully expect to be in agony during it and my only consolation is that it is for your pleasure and satisfaction, and I can hardly deny I don’t deserve it, can I. Therefore, I hope to provide you with as much entertainment from this lesson as I can, which you surely deserve.
Dear Mistress, This was a brilliant session in which you humiliated me completely. Having obtained suitable items as requested I set out to do as you commanded. First I stripped off for you to stand in front of the camera butt-naked, all too aware of my short-comings exposed for your inspection and derision. This made me feel very small indeed as I could imagine you taunting me and tittering while I stood helpless and blushing. Continue reading Slave Stephen’s sissy humiliation
Serving such a beautiful and intelligent Mistress such as you is not without its trials. As your lowly and worthless slave one of the most basic problems I have to contend with daily is the regular stream of thoughts I have of you. Needless to say these thoughts are lustful, and as a result I find myself with a considerable amount of sexual tension to dissipate. This tension ultimately leads to frustration and needs relief. Masturbation is the only cure, but unfortunately the cure doesn’t last. Therefore, it is quite usual for me on a Saturday morning (but by no means the only time) when all is quiet, to retrieve a picture of you, retire naked to my bed, and there wrestle with my cock until I end up gasping out my love and adoration for you, while my seed spurts forth as the most personal and sacred tribute I can make to you. The rapture that I feel as I perform this most sacred ritual is unsurpassed, and afterwards I feel so relaxed and at peace, as if my sense of purpose in life has been fulfilled. The sexual tension is temporarily gone, and everything feels less urgent. The cycle then begins again. Each time I think of you a little tingle in my loins agitates, like an itch I cannot scratch and that sexual tension begins to rise in me again, until I simply must relieve it.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive a message from the Online Mistress, inviting me to assist her with an evening talk she was giving to a select group of business people, about Innovation and Enterprise at the local Institute. Needless to say I was deeply honoured by such an opportunity, and eagerly agreed. It then dawned on me that I knew nothing in particular about innovation, let alone enterprise, but thought as long as the Online Mistress knows what she’s talking about, then everything would be OK. Of course I wouldn’t be expected to contribute in any way, probably just operate the AV and IT equipment as she delivered her talk. I was not oblivious to the fact that here was an opportunity to try and impress.
When the Online Mistress agreed to take me on as her Personal Assistant, I was ecstatic. Even though it meant commuting back and forth to the city every day, and having to keep on my toes, think on my feet, and strive to excel for much of the time, any imagined inconvenience was swiftly brushed aside by the single thought of serving such a dazzling princess! A daily opportunity for me to try and impress her with my efficiency, I thought. I dared to imagine myself doing such a good job that I might even earn the briefest peck on the cheek, or a grateful pat on the crotch.
When I learned that Mistress planned to take me with her on a business trip to Switzerland I was intensely excited. The chance to serve such a goddess 24 hrs a day! What self-respecting slave could wish for more? At first I thought things might be a little easier on me. Mistress would be sorting out other people’s underperformance issues, so someone else would be carrying the can. Hopefully this would keep her mind occupied enough that my own shortcomings might go unnoticed? Also, in terms of punishments I thought, it would be harder to find places to carry them out, but then I wasn’t so sure. I did look forward though, to spending most of my time in the presence of such a stunning lovely as the Online Mistress, and didn’t doubt that some of my spare time at the end of each day would be spent relieving myself of the sexual tensions which would no doubt have accumulated each day, due to being in close proximity to her.