Report No. 10
Servant of my mistress! The SmS tone of my cell phone wakes me up late at night. I knew it could only be my mistress who would call me to work with her on the weekend. I should be with her on Friday at 6.30 p.m. sharp and prepare myself for a lot of work. So I stood in front of her door on Friday evening at 6.30 p.m. and was let in by her, she pointed to her foot and I went on my knees in front of her and greeted her as she had taught me by having to kiss whatever she is wearing in her feet, this evening in leather boots. Then I should put on my work clothes and my collar that I have to wear in her house and where only she has the key. Then she gave me the work assignments for tonight and at the same time put a power collar on
my ankle with her own superior smile, for which she has a remote control and I knew there was no escape, because the remote control covers every
corner of her domicile, so That she can power me up whenever she wants. Of course, I felt this again and again during my work. Around 2 o’clock I got a text message from her that I should get ready for bed and go to the cage. So now I was lying in the cage and in the next room I heard my mistress
whipping another slave with a superior arrogant laugh. The slave was already whimpering and yet the whip rushed relentlessly down on him, since I am not masochistic myself, I always get scared But strangely enough, I also love this dominance of nature and her relentless manner in the event of any misconduct. She is is always at top and I also think if she wants she could enslave any man. But on the other hand, I don’t know any other
dominatrix who can put herself in the shoes of any delicacy and can explore its limits exactly in order to expand them a little, so beginners can
confidently put themselves into her hands. After what felt like half an hour my mistress came to me, put a handcuff on me and locked the cage door.
Then she said to me, of course the power cord will stay on, maybe she’ll feel like it testing the remote control at might. Accordingly, my night was restless, since my mistress is a night owl and doesn’t need much sleep either, I didn’t know when she would go to bed or when she would get up
again puhhh. When I had just dozed off a bit, my ankle suffered this hated pain of 1000 needle pricks and again and again, then it was quiet
again. Since the windows of the room are always darkened and the lost sense of time I didn’t even begin to know what time it is, so I couldn’t guess
whether the morning was already dawning