Sunday 7th December 2008
The Christmas spirit has certainly sprung into action and it looks like most weekends for the remainder of December will be busy with evening filled social activities. Last night was no exception. My two collared slaves would be accompanying Me to a Christmas Party on the Gold Coast, dressed as angels - slave tate as a silver angel and slave connor as a red angel.
Before then, I had slave tate attending My dungeon in the early afternoon. I was planning on giving him a milking but My rope web was beckoning for more work to be done and that is what I ended up doing. My slave would assist Me and his milking could wait for another day. Two hours later, I was happy with the progress I had made and it was time to send My slave back home as he would be returning in three hours.
My boys turned up at 6.30pm as instructed and slave tate had My friend in tow, having picked him up from the station on the Gold Coast on his way to My place. It did not take too long for U/us to get ready and I was starving, made worse knowing that food would be out by now at the party and W/we still had a 20 minute drive to get there.
slave tate knew the way himself for a change and about time too - W/we have been to this place on numerous occasions now. When W/we arrived, despite all the lightning W/we were heading towards, there was no rain. slave tate got out of the car and I waited for him to walk around the car to open My door. I waited....and waited....and waited....and I could hear him chatting with My friend near the boot. I waited a few seconds longer and realised My slave would NOT be opening My door for Me and I would have to let MYSELF out of the car. I made it known to My slave that I was NOT at ALL impressed and he would be punished for that mistake - TONIGHT! Without further delay, I left My slaves to carry what was needed and they would catch up with Me inside.
Food amidst social intercourse began My evening and still new faces had popped up despite My attendance at many different events throughout the year. Many people had gone to a lot of trouble with costumes which was brilliant. After socialising for some time, sitting on Santa's lap was on the agenda and W/we only received a pressie from him for being delightfully wicked and/or naughty - LOL. After Santa, the judges were ready to decide who would win best costume but only after a parade before them first. After bribery attempts from most of the contestants, the female winner was announced for her "boxed boobs" (made from Christmas boxes which was worn like a bra) and the male winner for his red tinselled decoration and beautiful red wings and who happened to be My slave connor
After all the excitement of Santa and My slave's win, I felt like playing and was invited to join two of My friends in some needle play *BIG GRIN*. Needles in female breasts was first, followed by needles in a male's back. I lost count of the number of needles used but it was MANY! It was the first time My female friend had two people putting needles into her breasts at the same time - what a buzz and I felt honoured to be part of this new experience for her. Time passes quickly when you are having fun and My winning collared slave had to head home as he had an early start in the morning for work. I was pleased he had finished the evening on such a high note. he ended up staying a little longer than he probably should have but what the heck, it was a Christmas Party and a fantastic one at that.
By the time the needle play had finished, it was well after midnight and I am quite sure slave tate was convinced that I had forgotten all about his punishment. Unfortunately for him, I hadn't! I walked outside and summoned him into the dungeon where he had to position himself over the horse. I informed My slave that he would be getting 6 cuts of My cane for his failure to open the door for Me upon arrival at the party. I was in a happy mood and My slave was not only lucky that he was getting 6 cuts instead of 12, but I also allowed him to leave his boxer shorts on for every stroke bar the last one! his punishment was over and done with in no time and the party was winding down as people had begun to leave. I stayed on for a bit longer and was ready to go home around 1.45am. My guest was tucked into his bed and I felt Myself doze off the minute My head hit My pillow at 2.30am.
A well deserved sleep in was in order and lunchtime arrived. Just enough time to have coffee and lunch with My guest before slave tate turns up at 2pm. maid marian had quite a bit of catching up to do with cleaning as she had a short break due to slave tate getting a tattoo. I have definitely missed My maid and very pleased to have her back on call. Cleaning did take a couple of hours and when finished, slave tate would drop My guest off at the train station on his way home which saved Me a trip in My car. After the hectic weekend, it was time for Me to put My feet up and chill out for the rest of the evening.
Before then, I had slave tate attending My dungeon in the early afternoon. I was planning on giving him a milking but My rope web was beckoning for more work to be done and that is what I ended up doing. My slave would assist Me and his milking could wait for another day. Two hours later, I was happy with the progress I had made and it was time to send My slave back home as he would be returning in three hours.
My boys turned up at 6.30pm as instructed and slave tate had My friend in tow, having picked him up from the station on the Gold Coast on his way to My place. It did not take too long for U/us to get ready and I was starving, made worse knowing that food would be out by now at the party and W/we still had a 20 minute drive to get there.
slave tate knew the way himself for a change and about time too - W/we have been to this place on numerous occasions now. When W/we arrived, despite all the lightning W/we were heading towards, there was no rain. slave tate got out of the car and I waited for him to walk around the car to open My door. I waited....and waited....and waited....and I could hear him chatting with My friend near the boot. I waited a few seconds longer and realised My slave would NOT be opening My door for Me and I would have to let MYSELF out of the car. I made it known to My slave that I was NOT at ALL impressed and he would be punished for that mistake - TONIGHT! Without further delay, I left My slaves to carry what was needed and they would catch up with Me inside.
Food amidst social intercourse began My evening and still new faces had popped up despite My attendance at many different events throughout the year. Many people had gone to a lot of trouble with costumes which was brilliant. After socialising for some time, sitting on Santa's lap was on the agenda and W/we only received a pressie from him for being delightfully wicked and/or naughty - LOL. After Santa, the judges were ready to decide who would win best costume but only after a parade before them first. After bribery attempts from most of the contestants, the female winner was announced for her "boxed boobs" (made from Christmas boxes which was worn like a bra) and the male winner for his red tinselled decoration and beautiful red wings and who happened to be My slave connor
After all the excitement of Santa and My slave's win, I felt like playing and was invited to join two of My friends in some needle play *BIG GRIN*. Needles in female breasts was first, followed by needles in a male's back. I lost count of the number of needles used but it was MANY! It was the first time My female friend had two people putting needles into her breasts at the same time - what a buzz and I felt honoured to be part of this new experience for her. Time passes quickly when you are having fun and My winning collared slave had to head home as he had an early start in the morning for work. I was pleased he had finished the evening on such a high note. he ended up staying a little longer than he probably should have but what the heck, it was a Christmas Party and a fantastic one at that.By the time the needle play had finished, it was well after midnight and I am quite sure slave tate was convinced that I had forgotten all about his punishment. Unfortunately for him, I hadn't! I walked outside and summoned him into the dungeon where he had to position himself over the horse. I informed My slave that he would be getting 6 cuts of My cane for his failure to open the door for Me upon arrival at the party. I was in a happy mood and My slave was not only lucky that he was getting 6 cuts instead of 12, but I also allowed him to leave his boxer shorts on for every stroke bar the last one! his punishment was over and done with in no time and the party was winding down as people had begun to leave. I stayed on for a bit longer and was ready to go home around 1.45am. My guest was tucked into his bed and I felt Myself doze off the minute My head hit My pillow at 2.30am.
A well deserved sleep in was in order and lunchtime arrived. Just enough time to have coffee and lunch with My guest before slave tate turns up at 2pm. maid marian had quite a bit of catching up to do with cleaning as she had a short break due to slave tate getting a tattoo. I have definitely missed My maid and very pleased to have her back on call. Cleaning did take a couple of hours and when finished, slave tate would drop My guest off at the train station on his way home which saved Me a trip in My car. After the hectic weekend, it was time for Me to put My feet up and chill out for the rest of the evening.
Posted by Mistress Adira at Sunday, December 07, 2008 5:00 PM 
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal, Social Activities
Categories: Collared Slaves, Personal Journal, Social Activities
Comments