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Anne owes 5 hours to Mistress Amy.
Cyn owes 13 hours to Mistress Amy and 11 hours to Anne.
Liz owes 26 hours to Anne.
It’s looking like the main event could happen on May 7th. More details next week!
The drama of political stoicism
After a series of violent crimes in Brussels (the Belgian capital) Bruxellien politicians responded saying that it are only “faits divers” (trivial facts), claiming that such things can’t be avoided in a big city. I understand that such crimes (and crime sprees) happen in almost every big city in the world, but the reasoning that nothing can be done about it and therefor nothing has to be done about it, is criminal political stoicism, cynicism even. Or maybe it’s just laziness?
Going out
(continued from “another kind of drama”)
After a short pauze my Mistress continued:
“You can’t borrow one of my dildo’s. You will have to get one for yourself. Try it on in the changing room in the store and make a picture of yourself, naked with the dildo in. I want to see that picture when you get here. You will have the dildo in as well when you get here.”
I went to one of the sex shops in our town. I had been there before and I didn’t feel embarrassed about going there. I did feel nervous about stripping naked in their changing room and putting it in. I was quite sure that they didn’t want their customers to try their dildo’s, so nervously I asked if I could try the dildo in the changing room. The man behind the counter didn’t even blink. He just politely explained that they couldn’t sell used dildo’s, even if it had been used only once. I nodded and then I asked if I could try the dildo in the changing room after I had paid for it. I mumbled after it: “It’s for a bet I lost.” He laughed.
“Sure. Although I don’t see why you don’t just say that you did it without doing it.”
“I have to offer proof.”
By that point my head was red as a beet.
He laughed again.
“Okay.”
I think he realised how embarrassed I was about it all and he didn’t ask any further.
“Don’t worry. We’ve had weirder requests. And discretion is what keeps us in bussiness.”
He winked.
His easygoing attitude really made it easier on me.
I went into the changing room, stripped naked and inserted the dildo I had just bought. Then I took out my cellphone and took a picture of myself. It took several times before I had a good pictures and I had to use the flash on the camera. I’m quite sure the guy in the store had seen the flash, so now he knew what kind of proof it was I had to offer. I put my clothes back on and left the store with the dildo still in me.
Then I went straight to Mistress Maybue’s home. She asked me for the picture and she asked me to show her that I was wearing the dildo. I felt very humiliated as I complied.
We went out to our local gay club and people there know a bit about Mistress Maybue’s kinks. When we started dating, they had teased me with it, but I had silenced them with a mocking “why do you think I’m dating her in the first place.” However now they would be really seeing me in my subservient role. I wasn’t sure that I was ready for it.
I had fun that evening. People teased me about being Mistress Maybue’s slave, but nobody was too rude about it. Some comments of “whatever floats your boat” were blocked by Mistress Maybue’s simple reply “that would be buoyancy”. I had to serve my Mistress of course and fetch her drinks and I had to ask her if I could drink myself and even ask her to go to the toilet (which gave me a big round of laughter and some very red cheeks). Some people tried to give me orders as well, but my Mistress made it very clear that I was hers and hers alone and nobody else had anything to say about me. I’m sure there will be some gossip at the club, but then again there’s alwasy gossip at the club. The good thing about the gay community (at least in our town) is that we respect each other’s privacy and look out for each other. Nobody there would be spreading the word about my slavery and humiliation at least. Still it was a very embarrassing evening. The constant reminder of my slavery was not only visible around my neck and in my subservience to Mistress Maybue, it also burned between my legs, a secret only my Mistress and I knew (and all of you now and the few of our friends that know about this site and visit it). When we went home (it must’ve been around 3 in the morning) Mistress Maybue ordered me to sleep over with her and she ordered me to lick her to orgasm before she in turn licked me to orgasm. Next day we stayed at home mostly. I didn’t get much to do, so I made breakfast, tidied up around the house a bit, cooked dinner and spent most of the day crawling after Mistress Maybue on my hands and knees or kneeling next to her as she read a book, played a video game or watched tv. After supper (which I made of course), Mistress Maybue took a shower and I had to wash her body and she made me lick her to orgasm in the shower after which she made me wash her again and then I got to dry her. Then I had to shower myself. I then was allowed to masturbate to orgasm in the shower. Afterwards my Mistress watched a movie again and I spent most of the evening kneeling next to her as she relaxed. I was ordered to stay over again (and since she had my clothes I didn’t have any choice even if I wanted to leave, which I of course didn’t, because I’m an obedient slave). She made me lick her breasts, her ass (which felt humiliating and a bit gross) and then made me lick her to orgasm. Then she licked me to orgasm again and we went to sleep.
When I woke up this morning she told me that I had been privileged to sleep in her bed these two nights. For next time when I would sleep over, I would have to get a dog basket that was big enough for me to fit in. And with that she sent me off to go and celebrate Easter with my family. After I left my family, I immediately went back to her and cooked supper for her then she just made me stroke and massage my nipples for an hour. After that I had to massage my butthole for an hour and then she made me massage my pussy for another hour before she finally allowed me to orgasm. By that time I was really desperately horny and sweaty. I was moaning and yipping like a little bitch in heat and my nipples were rock hard, while juices from my pussy were just dripping down my leg. I would have done anything for that orgasm, but the only thing I had to do, was promise her that I would stay with her until I had written my full report.
I’m finished now, but I have to end this story by telling you that Mistress had to correct a lot of stupid mistakes and how slow I typed. I also have to tell you all how red my nipples, butt and pussy are by now and that I’m again as wet and horny as a bitch in heat. Naked little slut doesn’t have her dog basket yet, so I’ll be spending this night on the couch, because my Mistress is so merciful to me. As punishment for not getting my basket yet, I have to sleep with the dildo in however and it will be taped into place while my hands will be tied behind my back. I hope I will get some sleep like this.
Another kind of drama…
I just read what Madam Pooky described as “the drama in the comments”. I was a bit wowed by it. And I felt humbled by it. It goes to show how much I didn’t understand when I took up my role as mistress and how badly I fucked up. More than ever I understand that I deserve what I’m getting right now and I will try to be a big girl and deal with it. It’s my own fault and I hope that by redeeming myself as a slave, I can win back my Mistress’ heart and trust.
Mistress is reading along over my shoulder and wants me to add this reply to my previous comment here:
Sweetypoo, you still don’t understand. You have never lost my heart. If you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation, we wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore at all. This is about winning back my trust a bit too, but not only that either. It’s mostly about teaching you what we’re all about here and about teaching you a bit of a lesson and getting even. It was clear that you’re not cut out to be a Mistress, so you’re now learning your place as my slave. You’re my little beloved possession now. I treasure you within my heart. If you really think you would have to do this to win my heart back, then you have a very low view of me indeed. And that means that you’re disrespecting your Mistress, which of course means you will have to be punished. You will now put the chair that you’re sitting on away and kneel in front of the computer. You will type the rest of your report on your knees and with one hand. With your other hand you will alternate between spanking your butt, your tits and your pussy. Get to it.
I’m in a less comfortable position now and spanking myself as my Mistress commanded me to. It will be clear to you all that I’m at my Mistress’ place and that I’m currently dressed in only my collar. I’m about to write the report on my past few days of slavery, which is another kind of drama than the one mentioned by Madam Pooky.
Last Tuesday as I came back from work, I wondered what I would do. Mistress Maybue’s orders were clear enough: go to her place immediately after work and wear only a dress, a pantyhose, a jacket and a pair of shoes. There was one problem with her order to me though: I wasn’t wearing a dress and pantyhose at the time I quit work. So either I wouldn’t be wearing the specified clothing or I would have to go home first before I went to Maybue. I decided that the clothing restrictions were most important, so I went home and changed into the requested outfit. In only a dress, pantyhose, jacket and shoes I got back into my car and went to Mistress Maybue’s place. Without underwear I felt weird and exposed. I knew that people probably wouldn’t notice that I wasn’t wearing a bra through my jacket or that I wasn’t wearing panties, but somehow I wasn’t so sure. Even in my car I had the idea that anyone could see and when I passed a police car I imagined that they would pull me over and notice that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Somehow I felt like I was committing indecent exposure, although looking back that was quite ridiculous, since I wasn’t really exposing anything. Still, I felt very vulnerable and self-conscious.
I got to Mistress Maybue’s home. I went into the hallway with bells and the mailboxes and I rang her doorbell. She has an intercom with a camera at her door and when I heard her voice, I knew that she could see me standing there, I felt very vulnerable again. She would make me squirm even more there. She greeted me and I greeted her back with “Hello Mistress” as I knew I was supposed to. I felt very silly and humiliated and I was glad that nobody could see me, although I immediately imagined how there could be a host of people in my Mistress’ appartment without me knowing and they could all see me now.
“You’re late,” she said and before I could answer she went on, “show me the clothes you had to take off on your way from work to here.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I left them at home.”
“I told you to come straight here after work. You were disobedient.”
“But Mistress…” I began to stammer. She interrupted me.
“Shut up. I didn’t give you permission to speak. My instructions to you were very clear and still you managed to fuck up. It seems that you’re even too stupid to be my slave.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say and I knew that I was supposed to keep my mouth shut. At that moment I desperately wanted her to accept me as her slave and I felt very humiliated and stupid about my mistakes. I hope she wouldn’t just send me away.
“You haven’t obeyed me, so you will have to pay the price. You will take off your jacket, shoes and pantyhose and put them down in front of the front door after that you will come back to the intercom and kneel, facing the intercom. You won’t move or look around you. Wait like that until I give you other instructions.”
I wanted to protest, I would be very exposed like that in that hallway. What if any of the neighbours would pass by and see me, kneeling like that, with my clothes at the door a bit further. And I felt very humiliated to be doing this in front of the audience I was sure she would have in her appartment waiting for me. I was more afraid to be sent away though, so I said “Yes Mistress” and did as she told me. Taking off my shoes and jacket wasn’t too hard, but I felt very embarrassed to take off my pantyhose in the middel of that hallway. I put my clothes in front of the front door to the building and went back to the intercom and knelt in front of it. It took several minutes before I heard a noise on my right side behind me. Somebody came out the front door and I was still kneeling there. I felt very embarrassed and wanted to get up immediately or at least look who it was, but I figured it could be Mistress Maybue and I would disappoint her if I moved, so I remained kneeled and facing the intercom. I heard the door open, then I heard some footsteps and I heard the door fall shut again. Then for some time I heard nothing. Then I heard some noise. I couldn’t tell what it was, but the person behind me was doing something.
Then I heard my Mistress’ voice: “Get up and turn around.”
I had been right: the person I heard was indeed my Mistress checking up on me in person and coming to get me. She was holding my clothes.
“Hurry up. Follow me,” she said and she went back inside.
I hurried behind her and she went into he elevator. When we got to her floor she told me to keep the elevator door open by kneeling in the doorway facing the interior of the elevator and wait there for her. I heard her open her appartment door and I heard the door being closed again. Again I felt very embarrassed as I sat there waiting, not knowing what was going on behind me. Some moments later I heard her voice again and she told me to get up and get into her appartment. I immediately did so, glad to be in the privacy of her home.
“We’re alone now,” she said.
I took the hint and I unzipped my dress behind my back and took it off. She took my dress from me and told me to kneel with my face towards the wall and wait for her. Some moments later she came back without my dress. I was completely naked now and I had no idea where my clothes were.
“I’m hungry,” she said, “I want some tagliatelli in cream and salmon. The ingredients are in the fridge. Are you hungry too?”
I just nodded.
“What?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said.
“Good, then you can make some for yourself as well. You will be eating in the washroom though.”
Then I got to cooking naked for her. I served her her meal and waited on my knees at her feet while she ate. Then I waited until she gave me permission to eat. She sent me off to the washroom with just a plate of pasta with cream and salmon, no cutlery. When I got in the washroom I realised I would be sitting on the ground to eat. With just my hands eating the pasta was a messy business. I spilt some of it on my face, my breasts and my belly and of course my hands were covered in cream and bits of pasta and salmon. When I finished eating I went into the kitchen to do the dishes. After that I went back to my Mistress to await more commands.
“You’re such a sloppy eater. You’re just like a baby. Go and get cleaned up. Take a shower. I don’t want such a dirty slave serving me.”
I felt embarrassed again and I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I dried off quickly and went back to my Mistress.
She was just watching a dvd on television and I knelt next to her.
“Do you think your work is done already?”
I realised that she wanted more from me, so I started cleaning her appartment. I was really unsure about what exactly she wanted from me, so I was really thorough about it. At the end I even got water to wash her windows, although I felt very nervous about washing her windows naked. I just wanted to please her and I figured that it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Oh no you little slut. That would be just what you want: expose your naked little cunt to everyone down below in the street. You will do my windows some other time. But I can see that you’re hungry again.”
She lowered her jeans and her panties.
“Go on. Eat.”
I kneeled between her legs, while she sat in her couch, watching “the Boondock Saints” and I started licking her pussy. I really did the best I could, but it took very long before she even seemed to acknowledge what I was doing. The movie was long done before she finally allowed me to finish and bring her to orgasm.
“Alright. Good slave. You can stop now.”
“You can go home now, but I still have to punish you for your disobedience. I should send you home naked, but I’ll be lenient today. Remember that I could still use that punishment anytime in the future.”
She then handed me my dress back. I wanted to ask her about the rest of my clothes, beg her to let me wear more, but I just took my dress from her before she would change her mind and I was glad that at least I wouldn’t be naked.
“Tomorrow you will wear a skirt to work. The rest of your outfit you can decide yourself. You won’t be wearing underwear. You can use a handkerchief in stead of panties. Keep it in place with some tape. And use tape as well to keep your tits in check. Come here immediately after work. You will be wearing only your skirt and a t-shirt. The tape and handkerchief will be gone as well. You don’t get to masturbate or have sex until I tell you to. Add that to your list of rules. You will always sleep naked. Add that to your list of rules as well.”
I went home in just my dress and although I felt very aroused and I really wanted to masturbate, when I got home, I just took off my dress and went to bed. It was pretty late after all and I was exhausted.
The next day was hell. My breasts are pretty big (Mistress tells me to inform you that my bra size is 85 D) and keeping them in check with tape, really meant I had to tape them up, which would hurt afterwards when I removed the tape. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing my loose, wobbly boods, so I had no choice. The pain afterwards I would have to endure. I hadn’t put enough tape on the handkerchief in the morning, so most of the afternoon I worried about it coming loose whenever I had to get up, so I finally went to the bathroom with some more tape and taped it up better. In the afternoon my outfit still felt pretty uncomfortable, but I was busy at work, so that helped to distract me. The fact that nobody had said anything or had given me any weird looks helped to reassure me as well.
After work I quickly went into the toilet and with serious grunts of pain and leaving red marks on my breasts and hips, I removed the tape and the handkerchief. Then I got into my car (which I had parked in a more or less hidden spot on the parking lot that morning) and took off my shoes, jacket and blouse. Riding to my Mistress’ home was even more embarrassing this time, because it would be very obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra for everyone who saw me.
I had put my clothes in my handbag and when I rang the doorbell and Mistress Maybue asked me to see my clothes, I showed them to her. She ordered me to put my clothes back into my handbag and kneel in front of the intercom again and wait until she came to get me. She made me kneel in the elevator again as well. As soon as she let me into her appartment, I immediately stripped and was ordered to kneel with my face towards the wall again. When she came back, I didn’t have any idea where my clothes were again. She had also brought me a pink dog collar with the name “Madeliefje” (Dutch for Daisy) on it. She explained to me that my new name was a bit of a pun. My real name (also a flower) didn’t fit a lowly slave like me, but a daisy actually was still too nice for me. However Madeliefje could be split into two words: Made (which meant maggot) and liefje (which meant lover), so my new name also meant “maggot lover”. This didn’t quite translate into English, which was why she had settled for Daisypoo.
I cooked again for her (a wok dish with chicken) and had to eat in the washroom again after which I had to clean up in the shower again. I did the dishes. This time I didn’t have to clean the house again, so I kneeled next to her while she played video games. At some point I had to eat her out again. She just played on, while I was between her legs, licking, knibbling and kissing her pussy and her clit. Again it took quite some time before she allowed me to bring her to orgasm. After that she ordered me to go lie down on the table and slap my pussy until I orgasmed. I managed to bring myself to the edge of orgasm, but the slaps just couldn’t get me any further. In the mean time my Mistress was playing video games again. At some point she turned to me: “Still no orgasm? Or do you like spanking your cunt so much?”
“I can’t like this, Mistress.”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes Mistress. Please.”
“Beg me to let you go home naked.”
I hesitated for a moment. I didn’t want to go home naked, but I wanted to cum really bad. I felt incredibly aroused.
“Please Mistress! Let me go home naked!” I answered and I couldn’t help it, but a sob snuck into my voice and I felt tears coming to my eyes.
“I though you would. Don’t cry, you big baby. Get your orgasm now.”
Still lying on the table with my legs open and with tears in my eyes, I started rubbing myself to orgasm. My Mistress started stroking, squeezing and pinching my nipples and gave me small kisses on my face and in my neck. I quickly came to an amazing orgasm. Mistress Maybue didn’t stop stroking me however and while she kissed and nibbled my breasts, she kept rubbing my clit with one hand, while she massaged me around my pussy with her other hand. I kept coming and I shuddered and squirmed on the table. Part of me screaming that it was too much and another part of me screaming for more. Finally the part that screamed for more got silent and I started begging her to stop out loud and I tried to push her away. She pushed my hands away and climbed on top of me, holding me down with her hips and legs, while she kept on massaging my pussy. I begged her to stop. It was just too much.
“First you want an orgasm. Now you want me to stop. Do you know what you want?”
“Please! Please stop! Enough!”
“I’ll stop after you beg me three time to let you wear a dildo whenever we go out.”
“Please! Let me wear a dildo when we go out! Please! Let me wear a dildo when we go out! Please! Let me wear a dildo when we go out!”
“Please who?”
“Please Mistress!”
“Say it again! Three times!”
“Please Mistress! Let me wear a dildo when we go out! Please Mistress! Let me wear a dildo when we go out! Please Mistress! Let me wear a dildo when we go out!”
“Okay, if you want to wear a dildo so badly, I’ll grant you your wish, you pathetic dirty slut.”
Then she finally stopped.
(Yes, I have to describe it this intimately)
“Kneel!” she told me. And I knelt on the table.
She went away and came back with my skirt and t-shirt.
“You can go home now.”
I looked at her and wondered if I was allowed to wear clothes now or not.
“It’s not because you’re a little exhibitionist and you want to show of your big boobies and your wet pussy that I should indulge your dirty kinks. Get dressed and get going! I want you out of here, you slut!”
I quickly put on my clothes and left her appartment. Still tingling from my orgasm and feeling very underdressed I drove home and went straight to bed again.
This time I didn’t get any clothing restrictions for work, but at work I got a message on my cell phone, telling me that I would be wearing only two items of clothing and the collar when I went to her place after work. When I rang her doorbell, I was wearing only jeans and a shirt. The rest of my clothes I had put into my bag (another bag, as she still had my other one). This time she just told me to come in, unbutton my shirt in the elevator and come into her appartment and then she buzzed me in. In the appartment I stripped for her and knelt against the wall as she hid my clothes. Then I cooked for her, ate my own meal, showered, did the dishes and knelt beside her as she watched tv. At some point she ordered me to start spanking my tits.
“Don’t hit too hard, dear. It’ll hurt anyway soon enough.”
She was right. After almost two hours of slapping my tits, both my nipples and my wirst hurt.
“Good. Now here’s an electric toothbrush. Get yourself to orgasm with it… on the balcony.”
I took the electric toothbrush and wanted to leave.
“Wait a minute.”
She got out a video camera and started taping.
“Crawl! On your belly!”
I did as she told me and crawled on my belly to the balcony.
The balcony was at the back of the building and was shielded by walls on both sides and there was a low wall (about half a meter high) with a small iron fence on it (another half meter I think). I crawled onto the balcony and Mistress Maybue made me kneel facing the door and then bring myself to orgasm with the electric toothbrush. Anyone who would see me on the balcony would only see my naked back (and perhaps a bit of my butt). Mistress Maybue filmed me as I masturbated with the electric toothbrush and afterwards she showed me how I came, kneeling on her balcony. I felt very humiliated.
Then she let me go home again. This time she gave me both my bags and all my clothes back, but she told me to pick only one item of clothing to wear to go home and I would be allowed to pick the dress only if I put a pair of panties on my head. Embarrassed I picked up a pair of panties and put it on my head. I went out of the building to my car, wearing only my dress and the panties on my head. Before I got into the car, my phone rang. It was my Mistress.
“Get those panties off your head, you little slut. You look ridiculous.”
I snatched the panties off my head and quickly got into my car and went home.
Next day she sent me a message on my phone.
“Call me when you finish work.”
So right after work I called her.
“Very good sweety. We’ll be going out tonight. Just some fun in the club. You will of course be wearing your collar. Other than that there are no clothing restrictions. You know the rest of the rules…”
Then she paused for a moment.
(see the rest in the next update)
Little Daisypoo here
Hey everyone,
I’m Daisypoo. People here will probably know me as Blossom. Don’t shoot! I know I hurt Maybue’s feelings and I know I was wrong. In my defense I can only say that I didn’t know any better, but it’s not a very good defense. I should’ve known better. I was stupid and I made a stupid mistake. I won’t tell you here what happened or what I did, because I promised Maybue that I wouldn’t. Let’s just say that I fucked up and I almost lost Maybue because of it. I’m very lucky that Maybue is so forgiving and that Amy and her gang adviced her to give me another chance if I was sincere about my regrets and if I was willing to pay the price for it.
Maybue gave me a great opportunity to be a Mistress and I screwed up. Now I will have to learn from a real Mistress and make up for it and I hope that this way I can prove how much Maybue means to me. I’m the slave now and Maybue is the Mistress. From now on I will have to call everyone on this site Mistress or Master (with the possible exception of Pooky, but Mistress Amy gets to decide about that).
Yesterday Mistress Maybue let me know that I get another chance and I was really happy. Today she sent me part of a mail by Mistress Amy and the others in which they advice what should be done to me.
Hey Daisypoo,
Here’s Amy’s answer:
Back on Cyn’s computer, taking a break during an evening of wrestling at her place. The five of us (Amy, Pooky, Cyn, Anne, and Liz) have been talking a lot this evening about what we think you should do. We don’t have a particular punishment in mind, we just think she should be your full-time slave for a nice long time, like maybe six months. Always naked when you’re alone together, kneeling at your feet when you’re sitting, serving you in whatever way you order, doing chores, and so on. You can torment her any way you like at any time, of course, since she’ll be your slave. Tie her up in various ways, spank her, tickle her, tease her, do whatever strikes your fancy. So many fun games and torments have been written about on the Guttergaunt site over the years, plus all the email conversations you’ve been part of where fun, evil ideas have been exchanged… there are so many ideas there that you could just go through the blog archives and pick out new tricks to try out on her whenever you feel like it.
And full-time slave means she’s your slave in public, too. You can choose what she wears and she should be serving you, following your orders, and calling you Mistress or Ma’am when you’re out in public, so that her slavery is very clear to all the friends you hang out with (get her a nice collar to wear when the occasion is appropriate).
We hope this helps!
Hugs,
Amy, Pooky, Anne, Cyn, and Liz
So from now on you will be Daisypoo in stead of Blossom. Everyone on Guttergaunt will be your Mistress or Master (except maybe Pooky, because Amy gets to decide about that). You read the conditions. I expect to see you after work at my place. You will be wearing a dress, a pantyhose, a jacket and a pair of shoes, nothing more. You will know the rules of your slavery and obey them. I will not have to remind you of them.
For now these rules are:
Be naked when we’re alone together
Do all the chores
Do as I tell you when I tell youSlavery is full-time, also in public.
Obey the commands of Amy (and maybe Pooky), Anne, Cyn and LizCall me “Mevrouw” (Dutch for Madam or mrs)
You will post regular updates of your slavery on Guttergaunt, starting NOW!
Others rules can (and will) be added later.Your Mistress Maybue
I had to swallow when I read it. This goes really far, but I’m prepared to go through with it to regain Maybue’s trust and to regain the privilege of calling myself her girlfriend. So now you know what’s going on. I hope none of you are angry with me for hurting Maybue’s feelings or that at least you can (learn to) forgive me.
Humbly,
Daisypoo