Cardiff

Myriam at the Millenium Centre

After our latest visit to London, we also went to Cardiff for a business meeting and stayed there overnight.

One of our business associates took us to the Castle and showed us the Millennium Centre.

Maybe it is a nice city, but a bit dull I think, especially when there is no appropriate “service” around for two Ladies like us. So, we left again the next morning.

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With Myriam in London

Myriam's delight

I had Myriam accompany Me to London since I wanted to show her the dungeon I found a few weeks (if not months) ago.

So, We “hired” two slaves from the club (like I had done with Hans) and We took off for what We expected to be a very rewarding evening.

At first sight, the somewhat younger “studs”, looked very promising, but unfortunately one of them, a “George Clooney”-type of slave, appeared to be a sissyboy that couldn’t take a moderate whipping!   ….And then I didn’t even used My own “toys” since Hans did not accompany us!

So I complainted for his behavior afterwards, but I came very soon to the conclusion that this is what happens when using slaves who pay for it!

At least the other one, dave, appreared to be somewhat more “slavish”.

Anyway, we did make good use of them, expecially Myriam who was thrilled to have a slave she did not know. She told Me that, abroad, no need to be afraid that someone would recognize her, in her leather pants and thigh high boots, she could fully enjoy Her desires.

And indeed she squeezed every pleasure a slave could give her out of him!

Under My boots

Me Myself I found the evening rather disappointing. I had had a far better evening in the club with Hans and the other slave a few months ago. But, Myriam was delighted and that made it worth the trip. Seeing how My friend toyed around with her slave was on itself a pleasure.

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Paris

Prior to the fun

Last weekend, I was in the city of lights for a meeting with one of My French Friends. Last time we met, She had invited Me to a private dungeon in Paris. She had told Me about the fantastic atmosphere and the excellent in house slaves. All of them very dedicated slaves, very submissive and obedient and all eager to serve and please.

As proof of that, when entering the “chambres” (the rooms), a guy who was licking the floor had to greet Us by kissing our boots. His Mistress-Owner gave him a hard kick in his balls from behind as a sign to stop. I don’t know if it were her marks, but his back was just marked all over. It looked as if he had been beaten to blood hundreds of times. Laurence explained Me that it was one of the painsluts offered by the Owneress of the club to unleash Ones sadism. It explained the state of his back. Then the Woman told Me that he was one of five like that. They had several of them because they had to be changed regularly to recover from the cuts and bruises! Excellent subject for real sadists, She said. And believe Me She was! Laurence and Myself each had choosen a slave but had decided to put one in a corner on hold and toy with the other slave together and change him after an hour. (We had hired the dungeon for two hours). As I knew also Laurence had a fanatic whiphand and Our slaves had a rough time. At a certain moment, We offered the first one the choice between Laurence’s whip and My boots. To My surprise, he choose the latter. I had never seent that. My slaves always are scared to death to get kicked by Me, but this one had gotten so frightened to get more lashes from Laurence that he choose My boots. I was determined to make him regret his choice and after five or six good hits, he begged to stop and used his safeword. Afterwards, I heard that the slaves only do that in very special occasions, because when using it, they don’t get paid by the Owner of the club for that period and I was told that all of them needed the money badly! Anyway, We got to choose another one.  The second one was treated a bit differently. he had to hold an object, a little spoon, in his hand in front of him, while We had our whips to whip it out of his hands. Fun!

And although at the end his hands were red and bleeding at several places, he did not complain nor cried or so. A worthy slave!

Then came the one from the corner, who had been watching Us the whole time. Laurence ordered him to thank Us properly for the “show” he had been able to watch and as a result, he kissed My and Laurence’s boots passionately. Of course he also had to suffer. We had not paid just to get our boots kissed! So he got chained and stretched with a haul,  then, We started to whip the shit out of him using different whips ophitsen each other to harder and more sadistic lashes. And yes! After about twenty minutes, also this slave could no longer stand it and used his safeword. It led to the statement that  “La Belge” (Me!) was one of the cruelest sadist he ever encountered…. I don’t know if he meant it as a compliment or that he was disappointed. The Owneress did show some respect to the way We had managed to make her slaves work for free that evening (at least two hours). On the other hand she might just be a good business woman, praising her customers….

Anyway it was a enjoyable and rewarding evening and the food afterwards was delicious as well!

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Carla and Marlon

I knew that Marlon and Carla are Friends for a very long time already. (It was how I met My German Friends in the first place), but it was interesting to hear how they got to know each other.

They both were in a private school in Germany (Marlon being the daughter of a high ranked Dutch army officer) where they both discovered their “nature”.

Apparantly there were two kind of girls in the school, some poor orphans and a larger group of rich girls and it appeared that there was some discrimination between the two groups and that some of the girls exploited that to their benefit. Apparantly Carla and Marlon both had their eyes set on a shy orphan girl from Marlon’s class. Being two years older, Carla had started dominating the girl from the beginning using her as a kind of maid. Marlon, who had sensed it, once had followed the girl to Carla’s room and had seen how Carla toyed with the girl and used the girl for her sexual pleasure.

She had confronted Carla with it and demanded her share! From that moment on the girl became their mutual toy and she soon evolved into their slavegirl. From that moment on, both Carla and Marlon seemed to compete each other in humiliating the girl.

It was clear that the girl must have had some submissive and probably lesbian feelings as well because apparently she did not complain to anyone nor ran away or so.

Marlon said that in the beginning it was just about doing her homework, massaging her feet, cleaning her shoes and not like Carla who used the girl simply for her kinky sexual desires.

But also Marlon had soon evolved into a demanding “Mistress”, having her boots kissed and licked by the girl.

Also, physical punishment mainly consisted in the beginning of faceslapping and kicking, but one day Carla had brought a riding crop and used it on the girl while Marlon held her. As a reward and sign of their friendship, Carla had offered Marlon to change positions and also Marlon got her share of the fun. Both seemed to remember that very well and they told that from that day on they enjoyed using the girl together. One of the things they seemed to enjoy was that Marlon whipped the girl while the latter was licking Carla’s little asshole. A think She actually still likes and enjoys very much (I have never seen her going to toilet without a slave LOL). But also Marlon seemed to squeeze sexual fun out of the girl and She told Us that she had the girl lick her nearly daily to orgasm.

Unfortunately for them it only lasted a few months until Carla graduated and Marlon went back to Holland since her father got retired. However,  Marlon and Carla kept seeing each other, but they lost track of the girl. As I already new, Marlon had several slavegirls later on while Carla changed her appetite a bit and seemed to have focused on male slaves.

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Swimming in Aachen

Last weekend, when I was at the “Thermen” in Aachen, I saw a man a back full of scars. Of course I immediately recognized it. Whipmarks. For sure!

I told him that “She” had done a good job… his face got red like a tomatoe and he left the pool immediately. We didn’t see him anymore after that. 

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