Part 2 of my journal from last weekend.... Unfortunatly with all the problems the site has been having, the first part has gotten removed and I don't have a backup anymore. If you read this and have acopy, please let me know... I will repost it.

Small recap; I had been selfish and expressed myself to Mistress in a less than respectable manner about the fact she left me to tend to 2 kids and dogs while she went on her merry way with a friend. As a result she had hit me a number of times in the face, gagged me and had me walk around the car, get in the cage in the boot, blindfold and handcuff myself.

As soon as I had gotten in and cuffed myself I felt the car starting up and again. I was very shaken and my cheek still hurt from the slaps Mistress gave me. The fact that I was now gagged, blinded and cuffed in a car while driving though London also did very little to calm me down. I tried to relax and calm down but my mind was just racing and thinking about the words Mistress shouted at me. How could I have been so stupid... Why did I have to open my mouth.... Why did I make this about me.... I was regretting everything I said as I rolled around in the cage with every turn the car made. After a while I noticed the car speeding up... a motorway. Mistress is heading home... or at least I think she is. I calmed myself down and tried to lay down in a relativly comformtable position (very hard when in a small cage and with your hands behind your back). After some time the car finally stopped and I heard Mistress get out of the car and walk past the car... and walk on. Wait is leaving me here... Darnit... She is. She left me in the car, like a forgotten bag of execsise clothes or something. How long would I be here for? She was pretty mad when she had me climb in here, she would not just leave me here the whole evening would she? With the car no longer running the temperature also started going down slowyl but noticably. After some time (no clue how long) I finally hear someone coming towards to car and opening the boot (Man, its cold out!). I hear the cage being opened and I her the voice of her husband telling me to turn a bit so he can undo handcuffs and so I can climb out. As I do he take my hands and removes 1 of the cuffs, I bring my hands up to the blindfold and I feel him grab my wrist and pulling it away from the blindfold. He tells me to leave it or Mistress will be even more crossed with me. Even without being able to look him the eye, I can tell by the tone in his voice he really means it. I swallow and let him help me out of the car. As I step out onto the cold gravel (my shoes are still somewhere in the cage), I feel him taking my wrists and locking the handcuffs together again and calmly saying to me "Mistress's orders... just try to remain calm and don't fight against what coming." I grunt into the gag and nods, but that warning caused a knot to form in my stomache. He than grabs me by my arm and pulls me along toward the house. He walks me into the house and after a few turns and door he lets me go and says "stay". He moves away and after a few moments I feel him take hold of the cuffs and he removes them. I rub my wrists a moment but then he takes them again and puts leather cuffs on me and locks them together behind my back. He steps away again and I feel my arms being pulled up. Further and further, and I bend at the waist to try to relieve the stress buildig up in my shoulders. I try to speak and tell him to stop but the gag reduces all sounds to murmers. Also shaking my head does nothing and he keep pulling them up. When he stops, my arms are point pretty much straight up and my body is horizontal. I hear him opening a door or something and then I feel him putting cuffs around my ankles. He pushes my feet apart and locks a spearderbar between my feet. I feel the strain on my shoulders build as my feet are pushed apart. He checks if I am securely bound and he moves away from me... I know he is still there, I hear his breathing but he says nothing. I can 'feel' him looking at me for minutes... and as time passes I feel my shoulders and legs starting to burn. My muscles are cramping up and I try to move about a bit but bound as I am, I cannot find any relieve. I hear a door open and he the sound of heels, Mistress is here and I notice my heartrate going up as I get anxious about what to come. She removes my blindfold and I try to look up but I can't from my bound position.... but what I see is a leatherclad Mistress in a black dress with red accents and heels. He husband sits kneeling a few feet behind her. He looks down and makes no eyecontact. Mistress grabs my hair and roughly turns my head to face her. She spits in my face and hits me hard accros my cheek. She leans in and bites in my exposed ear (never knew ears could hurt this bad...) She whispers to me in a way that makes me weak in the knees that I displeased her. That she is upset with my selfishness and she expected me to know better. She tells me that for the rest of my stay here, I will be taught what my place in life from now on is and that she will make sure I will never forget it again. She lets my hair go and my head drops. She turns to her hubby and tells him to wash me and prepare me (whatever that means...) and he says "yes Mistress, what shall I do with her clothes?". At this time I am still wearing the clothes she picked out for me. Jeans a blouse and a bra but no panties. I hear him say it and I momentarily hope that I will be able to stand for a moment just to release the stress on my legs and shoulders, and to remove my clothes but the hope was quickly squashed as she order him to go fetch her 'big knife'. I process her words in my mind as he gets up an goes to fetch it. she is not going to just cut my clothes of is she? Nah, this is just a mindplay she would not do such a thing. Besides how could I go home if I don't have any clothes on..... Hubby came back and handed her a kitchenknife. I saw it in her hands as she took is and I could not help getting nervous. That thing was huge, well over a foot long. She squated in front of me and pushed my chin up so I could face her. I will not ever forget the look on her face, she just grinned and looked like the cat that was about to feast on a lil' mouse and I was that mouse. She pressed the blade against my skin under my chin and told me to hold really still for the next few minutes. She stood up and she began.... She put the tip of the knife in my sleeve near my wrist and with little to no pressure she cut it all the way down to my shoulder, she then did the same with my other arm... Leaving my arms and the fabric hanging down. She grabs the straps of my bra and slices those too. By this time I am again sobbing like a child and trembling... there is something so humbling about and scary about having your clothes removed like this. I feel Mistress grab the collar of my blouse and place the knife under the fabric.... she turns the blade sideways and presses it against my skin. The cold steel sends a shiver down my spine. She takes a moment and then she takes the knife and slowly runs it odown my back as she cuts away my blouse... I feel it seperate from my body and fall to the ground quickly follewed by my bra after another quick slice of the knife. My mind is all over the place... My tied position, the pain in my shouders and legs, the rush my clothes just being cut away. La La land, here I come.. I feel Mistress pulling on my pants and the knife being slid in.... She moves it up and down a few times to cut through the waistband and as it gives way she cuts just to my buttcheek on one side and she repeats it on the other side. she moves behind me and I see her between my spread legs as she makes a small slice just above the cuffs. She sees my looking at her and I she 'that' grin again as she puts down the knife. She takes hold of my pants and starts ripping the fabric. She tears open my pants and goes up till it is almost completly seperated... She repeats to process with the other side and as she does I feel cool air on my skin and I begin to slowly but surely drop into sub space... Suddenly she takes hold of the pants and roughly rips them from my hips, leaving me completly naked and tied with spread legs.... The shock pulls me slightly back from sub space and I hear her order her hubby to clean me and make sure I don't stink anymore and with the order she starts walking away again. A door closes and hubby gets up. He moves across the room and I hear water flowing in the distance. As he comes back I see him carrying a bucket with some water and a sponge. He softly whispers as he starts washing my from my extended arms down "I am sorry, but I need to do this..." I nod and accept he is going to wash me as I stand and hang there totally bound and helpless. He washes my arms and back and uses a cloth to wash my face. He sits next to my face and he reaches under me and start washing my breasts with the cloth... I feel so embarrased and humiliated as he washes me like this and as he moves around me I become extremly aware of my nakedness and whats about the be done to me. He does not look at me or talk as he follows his orders and I undergo this most humiliating thing ever. He washes me as ordered and he uses the cloth to wash me 'there' too... He fetches a towel and dries me of. Then before leaving me he places the blindfold back on me and lowers my arms a inch or two, giving me just enough freedom to reduce some of the strain in my arms. I hear the door open and closed and I am left there... alone... naked... humiliated ... securely tied and totally exposed.... (more to follow, just too busy sorry) 

Wow what a weekend.... As you have read, last friday I got to serve my Mistress at a party and yesterday I got pierced by my Mistress. She fitted me with 2 piercings (rings) in my labia and each has a tag dangling from it (see previous journal entry). The whole piercing thing was such a headrush that I needed to write it up immediatly but I should also tell you all about the party.

Friday late afternoon I got a message from my Mistress that I was to be ready for pickup at 5.30h. No explanations, no further orders, nothing... Just be ready. So I quickly cleaned myself up and got ready. At 5.30 sharp I got a text to come out and get in the car. We drove to here house (love that place.!) and as we got in I quickly undressed as perviously ordered to and kneeled at her feet holding up the ugly pink collar for her to put on me. She took the collar and put it back told me to follow (crawling). When we got into the living she sat down and as I kneeled at her feet she told me that tonight would be a hard night but a fun one. There was lil' get together planned for later that night and all people coming were 'in the scene'. I would be the least experienced there and since this would be me first such party, I would be limited to serving Mistress and Mistress alone. I would also be allowed to basically hide behind her if things at too much for me, but she doubted it would. In other words, I would be seen as a sub and nude, by strangers.... YIKES! Mistress cuddled me and reassured me things would be fine and stuff, but I was pretty much out of it by then and it took a while to calm my nerves. when I calmed enough Mistress then took out a box and opened it for me to see in. She got me a really beautiful silver collar with a small lock and a thin short leash (XXXXX PIC) She told me she wanted me to look my best for her and do her proud, and such an ugly leather pink collar would not do for tonight. She put it on me and I nearly cried (from happiness) when I heard the lock snap shut in my neck. She also showed me a set of heavy steel cuffs (ankle and wrists) but she did not put those on me. We talked some more about the rules for tonight (speak when spoken to, show respect, answer all questions honestly unless privacy is at stake and so on) and I got us something light to eat.

Around 8.30 the first guest started arriving and I had to accompany Mistress to the door each time (by far scariest thing I have ever done!). As the guests entered it became clear they all knew I would be there and no one was surprised to see me. Some even complimented Mistress on me and my appereance. I was caught off guard a bit when a girl came in behind the first guests and when she shed her coat, she was as naked as me and joined me on her knees. Beautiful girl and really sweet also I learned later. More guests arrived and in total I counted about 10 guests, 4 slaves and me. All the girls were made to serve al the guests drinks and ou d'oeuvres, but I just had to serve my Mistress. Somewhere during the evening Mistress asked for everyone attention and kinda of formally introduced me as her new property and saod I was a true natural submissive. She then put me on the spot by making me tell the story on how I became hers and everybody had a good laugh at that (pretty sure I looked like a red balloon during that moment but I did manage so I could make mistress proud). Afterwards I quickly returned to kneel by/behind Mistress' legs and as I was still a bit shakey she petted my head and stroked my face (love it when she does that!)

Once evey so often all of us lesser girls where excused into the kitchen so we could chat amongst our selfs and relax a bit. Thats when I noticed that I actually knew one of the other girls... It was a girl I went to school with. She recognized me too and we got to talking. She apparently become a slave to her owners about 5 years ago and she loves it. She is actually serving them 24/7 which was really amzing to hear. Anyways... Mistress had one last 'surprise' for me that evening... At a certain moment she took my leash and pulled me to the couch. She proceeded to put the cuffs on me and made me stand for inspection (hands in my neck, chest out and feet apart) in the middle of the room. As you might have guessed all eyes were on me once more and I was ready to die of embaressament but I obeyed because I wanted (need?) to make Mistress proud of me. Mistress had two of the other slaves bring out a small table and put it in front of me. I was then ordered to lay accross it facing forward and with my hand extended. The two girls then secured me to the table with some chains and Mistress then told every body that I was to be paddled by everyone that wanted to do so. i was again a shakey mess when I heard that.... and I slowly started drifting of into lala land. Then next x minutes (no clue how long exactly) Various people tool turns paddling my behind and I have the bruises to show for it. I do remember that the other girls were kneeling by my head and trying to coach me through it all, which was nice I guess but I have no clue what they said anymore. I was pretty much lost between pain and that blissful happy place called sub-space. Once the paddling was over I was release and layed down next to the fireplace where Mistress stayed with me for a while and she kissed and petted me. I thanked her, kissed her feet and hugged her legs as good as I could. Also the other girls were there with me while I recouped and they tended to me.

The rest of the evening everyone was easy on me and really sweet. Telling me how lovely I was, how well I served my Mistress and that she told them she was proud of me, and more such things that made me feel really good about myself.... and more importantly about my service to the greatest Mistress there is. When the guests left (one girl had to ride in the booth of the car, granted it was a Rolls Royce, but still..) Mistress told me how proud she was of me and that I did really well and hardly anyone could believe I was so new at this. I could she Mistress really meant it and I was so relieved I got through it all without breaking down... Mistress told me I was to spend the night and before sleep I was allowed to pleasure her. After Mistress was pleased she had my get of the bed and onto the floor. She used the leash to lock me to the bedpost and gave me a blanket and pillow to use. I think I was asleep before Mistress was....

I know it's been a while since my last journal but so much has happened that it has proven impossible to keep up with it all. Lets go over a small recap and some of the new things that happened before I begin the more comprehensive write-up.

1. A stupid slip of the tongue at a party with friends about handcuffs kickstarts a chain of events I never thought possible (see my first journal if you don't know what mean).
2. A long time friend did not believe my lies about why I had experience with handcuffs but stayed silent that night only to come by my place the next.
3. This same friend forced me to admit things to her about my submissive nature and she basically took control of me or a better deion would be, she took me. So I now have a Mistress, one I have known for over 10 years and I never knew she was into this stuff).
4. Was punished for not disclosing it sooner that I had these feelings (We both hid something but I am the only one getting punished for it, odd huh?)
5. Ran my mouth of to a Domme on here (will get back to that on later
6. I got rules impossed on me to live by 24x7 (really, no more cumming without permission is considered a fair rule??)
7. Had to deal with another 'domme' on CS that apparently had about 12 different profiles and threatened me and my loved ones if I did not listen to her/him (more iritating than scary and the webmasters sorted it out).
8. Got a series of clothing orders, plugging orders and edging orders.... Edging orders at the office are very annoying esspecially when you are not allowed to use a bathroom for it.
9. Complaining about excesive wetness to ones Mistress is counter productive (apparently panties are known to absorb more when stuffed inside you, or so I am told. Still think that made things worse but I am a quick study and won't complain again)
10. Babysitting a 6 month old and a 2,5 year old for a whole day is freaking hard!! Where the heck does a tottler get that much energy from?
11. After talking to Mistress and others here on CS, I have come to the conslusion that I am a silly, ignorant and mostly naive girl when it comes to bsdm, slavery and the tools that come with this world.
12. I now know what sub-space is (loving it up there!!
13. My Mistress knows how to get between my ears and push buttons I never knew I had.
14. A full days worth of training, learning, serving, pleasing and relaxing at her feet is hard, long and totally blissfull and worth every mark I got on my body.

So there it is... The last two week of my life all summed up in 14 bullit. Unfortuantely I have a busy day but I will try to get the full journal posting done later today. But no promises!