Saturday 28th November 2009

Despite the hot humid weather, nothing was going to stop Me from having sessions with two of My collared boys today. butch was first and as he tended to My feet, I discussed his Christmas present - a tattoo, which he will receive well before Christmas to give it time to heal by Christmas Day. I gave My sub a couple of options and with a decision now made, I could go ahead and book an appointment for him with the Tattooist in Surfers.

After My foot massage, I gave My sub the privilege of massaging My back from neck to toes. butch has not had as much practice in recent times and I need to maintain his skills in this area *smiles*. I will permit him to practice on Me whenever I desire him to do so. Before long, slave tate was ringing the doorbell and My massage had fortunately just finished a minute before. Time to say goodbye to one of My boys and welcome the next one. Now that I was feeling most relaxed, I was well and truly ready to torment My slave *wicked grin*.

My original idea was to have an outdoor session but the humidity was oppressive and there were not enough hooks on the wall for what I wanted to do outside with My slave, therefore My dungeon was far more inviting on this occasion. One thing I had been meaning to do for a few weeks was to test My slave on his memory of his slave positions. Finally got around to it today and I was surprised by how well he knew them - only made one minor error with one of the positions. I will now enforce a stricter code of behaviour which My slave has to follow in both how he speaks and how he acts.

slave tate has not been in My leather sling for quite awhile which incorporated more leather than rope, including My full leather hood. With his legs spread wide and his arms stretched upwards, I had clear access to My balls which I decoratively separated with some rope and attached the ends of the rope to his wrist cuffs. Every time he moved he would make the sling swing and the rope would pull tighter - a great incentive to tone down any violent, writhing movement *WEG*.

Helplessly exposed, I could easily reach any part of My slave's body I cared to torment. The nipples were My main priority and after teasing him with one vibrator for some time, I wanted to see what effect two vibrators would have on My slave *smiles*.

The two vibrators used simultaneously were a sensational success. slave tate had already been on edge for some time and this double whammy was more than he could handle. In a matter of seconds he was writhing about as carefully as he could manage (I don't know why - LOL) as he experienced an intense orgasm. What a way to end his afternoon with his Goddess.

My slave was eventually dismissed and I had to go home and organise the tattoo design for My collared sub. Once I found the design I had created for My boys, I thought it would be best to go into Surfers this afternoon and finalise an appointment for butch. Finding a park in Surfers Paradise with schoolies in full swing was unpalatable to Me so I contacted slave tate on messenger and instructed him to pick Me up from home at 4pm in his full chauffeur's uniform. That would solve My parking problem. slave tate would only have been home about an hour and would soon be seeing Me again, much to his delight and pleasant surprise.

I was not quite ready when My chauffeur turned up and because of the heat, he was invited to wait for Me inside. I grabbed what I needed to make the appointment and W/we headed into Surfers. slave tate could not drop Me off immediately outside the tattooist due to parking restrictions and W/we found a suitable spot a little further down where he could safely move off the road and get out to open the door for Me, much to the bemusement of passers by. I was most fortunate as the tattooist was free to speak with Me straight away and I took far less time than I imagined. Upon completion, I contacted My chauffeur to let him know that I was ready to be collected and would meet him in the same spot where he dropped Me off. I did not have to wait long and this time there were more people in the vicinity as My chauffeur opened the door for Me to enter the car. The life of My chauffeur - he never knows when or where he will be required and sometimes he is not given much notice at all.

Now My slave had finished for the day and could return home to prepare his dinner. W/we have another interesting day coming up tomorrow.