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The joys of moving!!

Moving House as you know is one of the most stressful experiences we have in our lives.
I can confirm this having recently moved but on this occasion my stress was eased somewhat by the efforts of ‘The Chosen Few’ namely a handful of my more long term slaves who are trusted to perform House Duties in my very own home.
Now I am the first to admit that I tend to refer to all of my slaves as ‘useless’ (well.. that’s ONE word I use to describe them anyway) but on this occasion I must say that ‘This Chosen Few’ as I call them proved themselves to be actually quite useful for once.
So a word of thanks to Slaves Dave, Tim, Gideon (Yes.. that’s Gideon) and Mike who did me proud this past few weeks. Dave, Tim and Gideon helped me at my new home performing a range of tasks such as cleaning, maintenance and even painting and decorating from time to time. Slave Mike however came in very useful today in helping to clean my former home. I am a stickler for cleanliness and wanted to make sure it was spotlessly clean before handing back the keys. It turned out to be a cracking farewell to my old home partly due to the slave’s stupidity and partly because I was in a rather Playful mood.
If you were reading Slave Mike’s Diary he may describe my mood as ‘Bitchy’ but this is MY Diary after all so let’s go with ‘Playful’ shall we?  I told him to get there at 9am sharp which of course he did, bit of a shame really as I didn’t arrive until after 10am. Still, there was a coffee shop nearby so at least he could get a coffee and a crap before his ordeal began. Don’t worry guys I know how nervous you guys get as you travel towards me to face your demons. Once inside he couldn’t wait to get his kit off … well   it was more a case of getting his Maid’s outfit on really. I have got a few slaves who dress like this and simply ponce around with a feather duster but Slave Mike really does believe in hard work just as well really, I had plenty for him to do.
As usual he tried to engage me in conversation and to my amazement said to me ‘When are you moving then Mistress?’  Well.. this really got me going.. I mean with the complete absence of any furniture or household items of any description it should have been obvious to anyone that I had either already moved or else been the victim of Burglary. I grabbed him by the ear and dragged him around the house asking such questions as… ‘Do you see a chair to sit down in slave?  or a bed to lie in? etc. etc.   ‘No Mistress’.. ‘No Mistress’ came the replies. Finally we reached the bathroom and I said ‘Ooh look at least I’ve still got a Toilet, shall we see if it works slave?’  With that I shoved his head down the loo and flushed it before telling him to get back to work and stop asking stupid questions.  He was left in the bathroom with instructions to clean the sink and bath with my ‘Mr. Muscle Spray, clean all of the windows and mirrors and remove the cobwebs on the ceiling with his feather duster and with that I retired to the kitchen to enjoy a nice cup of tea.  After a while I went to see how he was doing, now Slave Mike has this annoying habit of using the word ‘Literally’ all the time despite the fact that he rarely means it… BIG mistake… He was cleaning the sink when I innocently said ‘Don’t forget the cobwebs slave’ and he replied ‘I’ll literally do them in 2 minutes Mistress’. With that I left him again returning after 10 minutes only to find he still hadn’t removed the cobwebs. I pulled him up on it and the stupid git said ‘I am literally  just about to do that now’   I was not impressed and bellowed at him ‘So what the fuck were you LITERALLY doing this last 10 minutes you useless wanker?’  He was then immediately bent over and his ass was spanked 24 times… LITERALLY…  Again I left him for a while to make some phone calls and when I returned I couldn’t believe my eyes, the DIV was only cleaning the bath with the Window Cleaning Spray.  I asked for an explanation and he said that he had nearly finished the Bath when he ran out of ‘Mr Muscle Spray’ and thought it was a good idea just to finish it all off with the Window Cleaning Spray. I told him in no uncertain terms that it is not a slave’s job to think but just to obey. I slapped him around the face to show my anger and then made him dress in order to go round to the local supermarket.
Once dressed I ordered him to go to the shop and buy some ‘Mr. CUNT All in One Spray’  I made him repeat this out loud before sending him out with express orders to ask the Shop Assistant if he couldn’t find it. He didn’t look too confident and this was hardly surprising as there is obviously no such product. Sure enough the useless nerk returned a few minutes later with another bottle of ‘Mr. Muscle Spray’. I asked if he had asked the assistant and he said ‘Yes but they are sold out of Mr. CUNT Spray’   For a moment there I almost believed him, I mean in the last week alone I had sent 3 Men to this very shop inquiring about the very same thing so I knew it was in big demand. But as ‘Mr CUNT Spray’ was obviously just a figment of my wicked imagination, the slave had clearly been lying and so a Good Hard Caning was called for.
I gleefully delivered the caning and then it was ‘Back to Work’ for slave Mike. Once he had finished the bathroom I got him hoovering, unfortunately for him my hoover is just about the crappiest one in the whole world. It is really noisy, weighs a ton and to cap it all, it conks out every 20 minutes. He sheepishly came downstairs to tell me that he seemed to have broken the Hoover… cue Mistress Amberleigh going ‘apeshit’   It’s just as well that slave Mike can take his C.P. he certainly got plenty. I then got him working downstairs whilst the hoover cooled down and after several hours toiling away, the job was done to my satisfaction. With that I sent the slave on his way and said a fond farewell to my former dwelling smiling at the varied scenarios which I had enjoyed in my time there, today being no exception. And so it is ‘Pastures New’ for me now slaves and the good news is that my new home will need to be kept spotlessly clean but if you fancy the job I feel I must warn you of one or two things. Good Maids are not easy to find and they don’t come cheap either. I mean… today’s little episode cost £150… Still   you can afford it can’t you…. Mr. C.U.N.T.

A turn for the nurse

  • Author: amberleigh
  • Filed under: Uncategorized
  • Date: Aug 15,2011
Uniforms, Uniforms, Uniforms… I dunno, I’ve got so many these days I sometimes worry that I may mix them up.
I mean, a guy may have booked to see his Wicked Aunt when suddenly I walk in dressed as ‘Police Woman Leigh’. No such problems for Slave Daniel today though as he enjoyed (or should I say endured) every minute of his appointment with ‘Nurse Amber’.
His jaw visibly dropped open as he set eyes upon me in that skimpy blue outfit complete with Black Stockings and Suspenders not to mention the Black Stilettos which were to be used to devastating effect during his ‘treatment’. I make a point of looking myself up and down in a full length mirror before I enter a scene and often think to myself ’Amber my girl, you are dressed to kill’.
Well this ‘get up’ today was more like ‘Cold Blooded Murder’. I would in fact go as far as to say I was a credit to the N.H.S. … Well I was certainly  ‘Naughty, Hot and Sexy that’s for sure.   Poor old Daniel was so gobsmacked by my appearance he actually couldn’t remember what was wrong with him when I asked. I do so love it when they get as nervous as this, I know it is me that makes them like it and I love the effect it has. Anyway 24 hard kicks to the Balls with my stilettos later and his memory seemed to come back. Funny That…. ‘So WHAT exactly is wrong with you’ I bellowed…  ‘er  I think I’ve got swollen testicles Nurse’ he meekly replied. ‘Ah that’s better’ I said and then set about his ‘treatment’   He agreed that he needed a shower first and as luck would have it, I was dying for a piss.
I made him strip and kneel before me with his mouth wide open before pouring a torrent of ‘Golden Rain’ all over his face, hair, body and of course into his willing mouth. I hadn’t seen ‘Nil By Mouth’ anywhere on his notes so I thought ‘Why not?’  Then I laid him on the treatment table for his examination. I started with some serious Nipple Torture and when he protested that the problem was lower down I told him I was working my way there. Impatient Git… Eventually I got down to his red raw Balls not to mention his Throbbing Cock. I knelt on the bench and seductively put on my vinyl gloves whilst looking more than a little smug I’m sure. I said ‘This won’t hurt a bit’ before squeezing his balls with all my might.  I lied…  I removed one glove before using my sharp nails to systematically torture his cock.
My neighbours are on holiday and so I really went to town on him as my longest nail was cruelly inserted into the shaft for maximum effect. I then replaced my glove as I opened up my little bag of tricks which included pin wheel, tweezers, scalpel etc. The thing with Role Play is that it needs to resemble a real situation without being totally authentic. I mean who would have expected a Nurse to find a pair of pliers in her bag?  Well this one did and how I enjoyed using them on his already swollen testicles. ‘Does that hurt?’ I would ask before squeezing even harder the next time. Hmmm  Brilliant fun. I’m also sure I read somewhere that Nurses are not allowed to smoke on duty.. well… this Naughty Nurse did, not that my patient would complain… no he daren’t. Anyway I extinguished the cigarette eventually, his red balls proving to be a very suitable ashtray… OUCH… I piled on the agony as I ruthlessly worked my way through my bag with at one stage the pinwheel in one hand and tweezers in the other. It is a good idea to lay perfectly still whilst you are on Amber’s treatment table that’s for sure. 
Before my very own final diagnosis could be given I had to perform 2 more diabolical treatments on him, a full anal examination and the production of a suitable specimen. For the anal treatment, I lubed him up before inserting every one of my vinyl clad fingers in to his rectum. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much so I produced my 9 inch strap on which certainly touched a raw nerve or two. I insist that my slaves are spotlessly clean before this treatment but despite this and possibly because of the depth of penetration, there was a small residue of some unspeakable substance on the end of the dildo which I forced him to lick clean. Yum Yum.. er NOT… It was then Specimen Time and slave looked a little startled as I threw him a condom to put on.
Once in place I had him on his back on the floor licking my stockinged feet. The wonderful thing about Foot Slaves is that however much he enjoys a Foot you can always taunt him with the other one at the same time. I’m sure they must smell and taste exactly the same but the slave will become desperate for the one he can’t have. I was particularly wicked to Daniel as I seductively dangled my remaining black stiletto from my sweaty stockinged foot as I knew it would tease him to death. This didn’t last more than a few seconds however as the necessary specimen was delivered in spectacular fashion. I told him it was fine before emptying it back down his miserable throat. It was then time to give him MY diagnosis and lo and behold, the stupid slave had been right all along, he really did have sore and swollen testicles. Oh well there’s nothing like making sure is there? and I’d certainly done that.
At least the condition was treatable and so I reached in to my bag and found a bottle of T.C.P. which I thought would do the trick. I was very Professional though I didn’t just slap it on… No I read the label first. It said ‘Suitable for mouth ulcers, cuts, stings, bites, sore throats and grazes’ so I thought.. ‘That’ll do ‘. I then applied a generous amount of the aforementioned T.C.P. to the affected area not that my patient showed much appreciation of my kindness. No he was wriggling, struggling and yelling out loud as I treated him. I told him to Shut Up and Stop Being Such a Baby. After a few minutes the stinging subsided so I ordered him to dispose of the soiled condom and vinyl gloves before washing his hands and getting dressed before joining me in ‘reception’ to make his next appointment. After making the appointment we relaxed with a quick cuppa and a chat about the session which he assured me was ‘Amazing’. He had paid his £150 fee as soon as he arrived and as we chatted he made a cheeky reference to a story he’d read about Nurses going on strike over low pay. I said to him ‘Don’t believe everything you read in the papers mate’ before bidding him farewell until next time. So that’s about all from my Blog today slaves, so all that remains is for me to say…. DING… ‘NEXT PATIENT PLEASE’.  

Ooh thats niece!!

  • Author: amberleigh
  • Filed under: Uncategorized
  • Date: Jul 12,2011
Hello you pathetic slaves, I have been visited today by my 16 year old niece Lynette, Of course she is not really my niece but in fact is a 40 year old man whose real name I do not even know! Let’s just say I have been indulging in some seriously heavy roleplay scenario.with him/her. I already have a little collection of ‘Naughty Nephews’ who come to see me and they always end up confessing to me of their wanking misdemeanours before I force them to stand before me in order to give me a ‘practical demonstration’ of these sins as I laugh at their pathetic fumbling.
I must say though that Lynette is a little different from the rest.  I am never allowed to see her dressed as a male, so consequently just before she arrives, I have to leave the front door open so she can let herself in and change in private before she presents herself to me in all her ‘Gory’.  She always dresses in a tight white blouse, a pleated navy mini skirt, white knickers and white knee length socks. Despite this attention to detail though she never likes to wear a wig and looks a total prat as he/she is therefore obviously male. Her hair does her no favours at all but at least she doesn’t dye it… No.. it is natural MOUSE. She hates her male bits being touched and like most TV’s refers to her bottom as her pussy. I am assured that she relieves her stress at home in the normal male way so God knows what she does while she changes because there is no visible evidence of a set of cock and balls through her naughty little knickers As I say, a little different is our Lynette. She loves the smell and taste of Auntie’s piss so I had a little treat in store for her when she arrived.
I had collected my morning wee in a plastic bottle and inserted a pair of my thongs inside for soaking. I tipped Lynette’s neck back and first of all squeezed the piss ridden thongs down her throat before making her guzzle down the rest of my nectar. Then I put the sodden, rancid thongs over her head and draped them round her neck so she could smell ‘Auntie’ for the rest of the session, something she particularly enjoys. Then it was punishment time and I challenged young Lynette by asking why she had been late this morning. She hadn’t actually been late but I had to say something. She protested her inn ocence but needless to say Auntie stuck to her guns and Lynette suffered a prolonged and brutal beating with me paying special attention to the backs of her legs where she seems to be at her most tender.
When I considered she had suffered enough, we played a fantasty game called ‘Touch Up’ which is a ludicrous game but one she really gets off on. I forced her to clasp with both hands the hooks hanging from the ceiling and then went and called in the Gardener to assist me. When I say ‘Gardener’ it was in fact ‘Mick the Prick’ my Gardening SLAVE who was tending to the garden that very day. His name is not really Mick the Prick by the way. No actually it’s Mick… but…. well… you know me slaves. Mick is to stand right behind Lynette but is to remain silent and out of sight at all times.  Once he is in position I stand very close to Lynette and make trivial conversation with her. The scenario is supposed to simulate a crowded train journey where Lynette has to hold on and is therefore unable to use her hands and Mick plays the part of ‘the invisible groper’ who touches up Lynette non stop but is under strict instructions to avoid touching the male parts. As I told you earlier I never get the chance to see Lynette in her civvies and therefore never talk to her/him about what lies behind her unusual desires.
This is very unusual for me and leaves me guessing as to what lies behind her desires.  I can only assume that this particular fantasy is fuelled by the fact that she travels to work every day by train and wishes she could dress as Lynette and be touched up by random unknown strangers. Anyway, back to our little fantasy game and eventually Lynette will say ‘Oooh look Auntie this is our stop’ and that is the cue for Mick to make a discreet exit to once again leave me alone with my ‘niece’. The session finishes with Lynette beginning to sob pathetically, I ask her what is wrong and she tells me about the Dirty Stranger who was touching her up on the train. I feign disbelief and tell her she is a bad bad girl for making up stories just to get attention. Another extensive punishment session ensues and Lynette really gets off on the pure injustice of it all before being dismissed and told not to tell lies in future.
As a Mistress I am fiercely proud of my Professional status and have resisted the temptation to look out of the window as she/he departs in order to get a sneaky view of the real ‘Lynette’. It is what the client wants and I can assure you that discretion will be respected at all times. So my slaves, has any of this struck a chord with you? Do you like the idea of ‘roleplay’, especially a scenario where you are a Naughty Nephew and I am a Wicked Aunt? If so then you need to do something about it instead of just wanking at home, so act… and act NOW…  All you need do is write down your scenario, then simply send it to me with an idea of your availability, I will write back, you book the session and… ‘Bob’s Your Uncle’… But more importantantly… Mistress Amberleigh is your AUNTIE…. Now how good does that sound boys?… or should I say Girls?

TOM, DICK and BARRY….

As promised I can now report on the very first get together of the already legendary Tiny Todgers Club which took place last Monday on the hottest day of the year so far. There were 8 guys present, Tom, Richard (That’ll be Dick then Richard er!   I mean Dick), Barry, David, Jonathon, Francis, Julian and Alf. 
I had a great time, not so sure about that lot, they were covered in a mixture of sweat and semen by the end but who cares. I started them off as if they were at an Alcoholics Anonymous Meeting. Dressed only in their underpants, they were forced to introduce themselves by saying ‘My name is (Tom… for example) and I’m a Tiny Todger’    They would then drop their pants to a generous and respectful round of applause. Needless to say the grin on my face was of ‘Cheshire Cat’ proportions.  The first item on the agenda was a cock measuring contest which was won by Barry at ONE INCH, Dick was a close second at ONE and a QUARTER INCHES. Thank God not everythIng in life is metric these days I mean what fun is a girl to have?  The minimum requirement for membership of this elite club is to have a cock which measures 3 inches or less, consequently I had to disqualify David who measured 3 and a half inches. He put it down to the hot weather whereas I put it down to him being a lying bastard. Still it did at least give me an excuse to get my riding crop out and whip his miserable arse, I find these days that my day is never complete unless I have given a Man a bloody good hiding.
I would have sent him home but as I had some pairs exercises planned I thought better of it, mind you in view of what was to follow during the rest of the session it is a matter of opinion as to whether this was actually an act of kindness or not.
We then played a game of ‘Raising the Dead’ where the guys were forced to wank themselves for 60 seconds with the one with the best erection being allowed to Worship My Boots for a few minutes. Well done Alf, how you do it at your age I will never know, what a wanker. This was followed by a game called ‘Humiliation’ where each member had to stand out in front and tell us about their most embarrassing moments. I won’t bore you with details as they were all much of a muchness really. Basically it was Boy Meets Girl, Boy Drops Pants, Girl Gets Giggles, Love’s Young Dream Dies, .. ‘Nuff said?  Then we began to get down to the ‘Nitty Gritty’as I began to get the guys used to touching each other.
Firstly I played a game called ‘Circles’ where the guys formed a Circle and had to wank the guy on the right of him an amazingly uplifting sight and I mean that in every sense of the word. Then I paired the guys off and things got a little more intimate. These guys have little or no chance with women and simply must accept that any form of sex they have in future will be chosen by me.  I did however notice lots of spontaneous physical affection between some of the guys.
Some seemed to be making out they were hating it but it certainly didn’t look that way a lot of the time. I got the feeling that most if not all of these poor wretches had had little or no sex for a long time, maybe even years and were therefore enjoying their new found sexuality The debauchery got worse and worse as I made them change partners making sure that every member had sucked everyone else’s cock by the end. The funniest sight of all was watching Julian trying to suck Francis off.
Francis had written to me to tell me that his ‘Dreamgirl’ would measure ’36-22-36′, but as his own measurements were ’44-48-2-44′, I’m afraid his Dreamgirl will remain exactly that… A Dream. It was hilarious watching poor Julian struggling to get that miserable 2 inches into his mouth whilst he was being suffocated by the big fat belly his nose was pressing in to. He was coughing and spluttering  as he gagged on the cock mind you I didn’t help matters as I was constantly pushing the backs of their heads to make sure they were ’Deep Throating’, a term I use loosely. Julian finally managed some relief as I demanded the group gave me a ’276′, or in other words Four ’69′s’. For Francis and Julian’s performance I got the Fat Guy on his back which made life a little easier but not necessarily more enjoyable he did after all have a pair of sweaty balls in his face instead of that fat belly. By this stage the air was thick with sweat and pre cum as I arranged a spectacular finale  called ‘Bukkake Bitch’. It was pre arranged that Jonathon would be the willing victim and after much grunting and groaning his face was covered with 6 loads of hot sticky cum. It would have been 7 but poor old Alf…. well it had been a long day.
Alf assured me he was fine and asked permission to finish himself off when he got home. Permission was duly granted as I was really buzzing by then. So that was about it really, a good time was had by all especially by yours truly. So how do you feel now slave after reading  all this? Do you qualify for Tiny Todgers Club? Would you like to become a MEMBER? Well if the answers to those questions is yes then you must realise that you will be forced to suck off any old Tom, Dick or Barry I have lined up for you. After this inaugral meeting of T.T.C, the general consensus of opinion among the group was that we should meet at least once a month. With an entrance fee of £100 per ‘cock’ that’s nice work if  you can get it and boy can I get it. So why not come and join us?

Bi the way………..

  • Author: amberleigh
  • Filed under: Uncategorized
  • Date: Jun 27,2011
Well my slaves following last week’s ‘Bi 4 Now’ Blog I have received many messages from Bi Curious Subs, Naughty Girls, Cock Suckers Galore not to mention the usual bunch of perverts who plague me. In fact my mailbox has been a bit like Kind Sir’s pants in last week’s story, or in other words, positively BULGING. It certainly appealed to many of you who seem to somehow like the idea of entertaining your Mistress by sucking off another Male, at least that’s what you are telling me.
Personally I think you secretly crave cock and simply want me to guide you there. Slave Malcolm certainly is hooked now, he has agreed to visit  Sir in his own apartment once a week to suck and swallow him. For this privilege he has agreed to pay £100 per month and Sir has insisted that the money is paid to his owner.. namely ME. A marvellous gesture I’m sure you agree but then it is with good reason I refer to him as ‘Kind Sir’ from time to time. 
I have also informed Slave Malcolm of an Endurance Test I have planned for him which would one day make for a marvellous Film Clip if we can get it all together.  A prospective title for this venture would be ’24 Hour Cocksucking People’  The title is self explanatory but would feature highlights of Malcolm being forced to suck a series of different cocks NON STOP for 24 Hours. In the meantime I will be organising a little practise run for my new cock guzzling slut.  
He will be allowed a drink every hour as cocks are changed, he can use a potty and maybe even lay down to attempt some sleep from time to time, but all the while he will have a nice stiff cock shoved right down his throat… LOVELY. Let me know if you would be interested in appearing in such a Film  but please note, your face need not be shown just film of your Cock disappearing down the little slut’s mouth, a sight I am sure we would all enjoy.  Kind Sir has agreed to appear, he wants to be the first cock in and 24 hours later, the last one as well. 
 Anyway that’s one for the future I hope. I have also received mail from naughty Girls who like the idea of being punished by an older Man with me overseeing the whole process. Sir is pleased with this development as he actually ’collects’ Girls to use to relieve his sadistic urges. He refers to these Girls as ‘Bimbettes’ mainly because he forces them to dress as Slutty Schoolgirls.
So once again if you are a naughty Girl who is willing to be chastised and humiliated before being used as a sex toy by Kind Sir as I watch, then contact me by E. Mail and  who knows you could be on your way to becoming the next ‘Bimbette’. I have learned a few things working with Sir and like the idea he has of calling hiis Girls by a number rather than by name, he says it keeps them on their toes. His most recent acquisition is a girl called Emma from Braintree who he has called Number 23.She has been told to work hard to move up the pecking order towards the coveted Number 1 spot. Sir has told me that there are not 22 Girls in front of her but he wants her to think that there are. Maybe I will try this with my ‘Motley Crew’ of slaves, God knows there’s enough of you now and it would stop me from having to remember all your names. Anyway slaves, returning to my favourite subject… COCKS… I am pleased to tell you that I now have enough members of the ‘Tiny Todgers Club’ which I started a few months ago to organise a get together. We are meeting this coming week and I will report to you soon on this very exciting venture. With plans afoot to start a Cock Sucking School’ to satisfy all you needy subs out there, you can bet your life that these poor saps will be given plenty of practise as I will no doubt tell you very soon. All for today… All Go isn’t it slaves?

BI 4 Now

  • Author: amberleigh
  • Filed under: Uncategorized
  • Date: Jun 17,2011
Hello again my slaves, I have enjoyed yet another groundbreaking experience today, I subjected slave Malcolm to a torturous 2 hour Double Dom session involving a MALE Dom as my sidekick. I will simply refer to my colleague as ‘Sir’ or ‘Kind Sir’ depending on his mood. I thought I may as well because his real name is Fred which as you can see doesn’t sound too promising, I mean if he starts his own website, I just can’t see ‘Fred’s Blogs’ getting too many hits. You see where I’m coming from now?
Slave Malcolm got a fearful beating for a solid 2 hours, he asked for it though he came dressed in thongs and stockings and then went and confessed to fantasising about sex with his Mistress… Yeh Right.. as if?  I strapped him to the cross and gave his ass and back 100 lashes just for starters. After 15 minutes or so it was time for ‘Sir’ to put in an appearance, we took it in turns to punish the poor wretch and I particularly enjoyed seeing the concentration on Sir’s face as he viciously whipped his fellow Male. Sir is many, many years older than myself and was a very calming influence on slave Malcolm. Struggling at times to take his punishment, ‘Kind Sir’ would lay a comforting hand on slave’s shoulder and tell him to keep thanking his Mistress as each blow rained down on his already tortured flesh.
It worked wonders as the slave seemed to recover and become more resilient. I also noticed that Sir was very meticulous indeed, if slave Malcolm made even the slightest mistake in counting etc. Sir would either make him get it right or even start again.  After much pain and screaming, it was time for the highlight of the day. I have had many requests for Forced Bi sessions AND Film Clips well my slaves… here was a practise run. Slave Malcolm knew what was coming his way, for he had after all booked this particular session himself. Bear in mind slaves, this is a mature Male who says he has NEVER sucked cock before.
I got the slave to his knees before Sir who needed no peruasion in dropping his trousers and pants. Sir teased the pathetic Malcolm by rubbing his cock and making the slave lick his lips in anticipation. Finally the moment of truth came and Malcolm was forced to take Kind Sir’s by now Hot, Throbbing Cock into his little slut mouth. I looked on with a mixture of pure joy and amazement as the action hotted up. At one point Malcolm began to choke but Sir was having none of it, he immediately forced his Rock Hard Cock back into slave’s mouth and bellowed ‘GET THAT COCK DOWN THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT’  Slave Malcolm duly obliged  and it became obvious that he was really Loving the taste of his ‘Kind Sir’. This was billed as a ‘Forced Bi’ session, well… it was definitely Bi but there was precious little Forcing required, this little slut had a taste of something he both wanted AND needed.
Sometimes in life we are all guilty of biting off more than we can chew but not Slave Malcolm, he just couldn’t get enough of Kind Sir. At one point, the slave decided to sniff and then lick Sir’s Balls without being asked and also put his hands on Sir’s bottom cheeks to pull him closer. Knowing how strict and proper Sir is, I was expecting him to correct this insolence but no !!  One look at Sir’s face explained why.. it was obvious that Sir himself was also loving every moment of it, that makes 3 of us then.. (Sir actually admitted to me afterwards that he wished some of the many Women in his life showed the same enthusiasm for Cock)     WOW.. what a day.
Eventually Kind Sir took a seat and shot his load all over Slave’s face before carefully fingering every last drop down his miserable throat. He made sure that I as Mistress got a real close up view as he asked me if I’d enjoyed ‘the Show’. I confirmed that I had loved every moment of this Male on Male action before ordering the pathetic slave Malcolm to wank himself off before the 2 of us. After he’d climaxed, I made him eat his own cum before suspending him from the ceiling and giving him another 100 hard lashes for the pure hell of it.  He took this final beating really well, obviously the taste of Kind Sir’s Cock agrees with him. So there you are my slaves, another day in  the life…  Are you into this sort of thing slave? Do you like the humiliation of being forced to suck off another Man before my adoring gaze? If so let me know as everything is now in place to make that particular dream come true.
Kind Sir is indeed a lovely older Gentleman with according to Malcolm anyway, a delicious taste to him, Maybe you are a naughty girl who dreams of being controlled by an Older Male but are scared to be alone with him. Well my Girls why not book a session with me present to look after you a little. I could make you suck Cock or if Girls are more to your taste… well… I am not averse to a soft Girlie Tongue between my wet thighs. Either way, today has been a breathtaking experience for Slave Malcolm, Kind Sir and of course for ‘Yours Truly’ and one which will be repeated again very soon. Oh Well My Slaves all that remains is for me to do is to bid you Goodbye…. Bi 4 Now My Slaves x

diary re entry

HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED…  
Yes my slaves your Mistress has a Birthday coming up and thinking of this today reminded me of a session I had a little while ago with a slave called Ian. He is a guy who among other things loves to be verbally abused something which I thoroughly enjoy. Somehow during this particular session he ended up singing me ‘Happy Birthday’ and how he wished he hadn’t. Let me explain…. I was going at it Hammer and Tongs with the old abuse calling him all the names under the sun when I asked him what he was good for apart from being my punchbag. Suddenly out of the blue he said he was a songwriter, I mean… how random is that? 
As a Bus Driver by trade, I somehow couldn’t see this so somewhat intrigued I asked him what sort of songs he wrote and he said that if I gave him a girl’s name… any name… he could make up a song to go with it. This I had to hear so I gave him the name ‘JEMIMA’…    ‘Jemima’ he said.. ‘Ooh that’s a toughie’     ‘Come on’ I said, you promised me, I tell you what .. I’ll count to ten and then I want to hear this song’   I counted to ten and with baited breath I waited… The gimp cleared his throat and then he sang… ‘Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Dear Jemima, Happy Birthday to you’….  I remained stoney faced throughout what had obviously been an elaborate attempt at humour from this hapless geek. He looked up and said ‘Did you like it Mistress?’  ‘Look at my face you c**t.. do I look as if I enjoyed it?’   I bellowed at him. With that I forced him on to all fours and rose to my feet picking up my favourite riding crop as I did so, I then began walking around the slave as I began to interrogate and berate him further.  ‘So you made that up did you slave?’ I asked   ”Yes Mistress’ he croaked as his voice cracked with a mixture of fear and excitement as he knew he was in his punishment position. ‘It sounded a little familiar to me slave I have to say’ I continued and again with his voice quivering he said somewhat pathetically ‘Well.. er..  bits of the song were traditional but other than that, it was all my own work Mistress.. gulp’   ‘ALL YOUR OWN WORK?  you Fucking cretin… it was just the traditional Happy Birthday song.. the only bit you put in was the name Jemima you wanker’   I asked him if he had any more where that came from and he said that he would try, so I said ‘Well what about the name Amberleigh then?   How about a song about me… I mean it can’t be easy…Not too much rhymes now does it? There’s always ‘Camberley’ I suppose but even that doesn’t sound too promising does it? There once was a girl called Amberleigh who lived in a house in Camberley etc… I don’t know slave I think you  just might struggle here.. I tell you what.. I’ll count to ten again and then you sing my song OK?’   ‘ok’ he said sounding a whole lot less sure of himself than before.
I duly counted to ten and then ……  well my slaves… I think you know what’s coming next. I certainly knew what was coming and he didn’t get too much of the song out before he received my riding crop 6 times across his miserable ass… in fact if my memory serves me correctly, it went something like this…. ‘HAPPY B…. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWHACK, THWHACK, THWHACK…’   6 of the very best followed by a sustained punishment ordeal to thoroughly teach slave Ian a lesson. With that he got dressed and I kicked him out of the door swearing at him the whole way. Usually with a client I will spend just a few minutes at the end speaking about the session and making sure it’s been enjoyed but with this guy I NEVER come out of role, it’s the way he likes it. So there you are my slaves another interesting day in my life but before I sign off tonight a couple of bits of advice.
Firstly to my slaves and loyal readers, if you are intending singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me at least make sure you get the date right JUNE 6th. And finally a word of advice to Ian, slave, bus driver and would be songwriter…. Don’t give up the day job….. YOU FUCKING WANKER

The day after

Well Hi everybody, this is Tamara… Mistress Tamara to you… writing on behalf of Mistress Amberleigh who is recovering from more than a glass or two of wine consumed to celebrate her **th Birthday on Monday. She will probably go mad when she finds out but… well.. it’s all good fun isn’t it. I know how much you poor subs suffer at her hands and .. well.. I just thought it would be nice for you to hear about a moment or two of weakness in your all conquering Mistress. It was getting late last night and the drink was really beginning to ‘talk’ and I began to realise how totally consumed she is with her Mistress role… she began telling me about a C.P. session she had dished out earlier in the day… the poor sod on the receiving end was a guy called Alastair. She tried to tell me about it but in her somewhat intoxicated state, she seemed to have trouble getting her words out. Somehow I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her a little. However with a little prompting from yours truly, the true picture did eventually emerge. As far as I can recall, the conversation went something like this… (PLEASE NOTE… to make things easy to follow, I will print Mistress Amberleigh’s words in CAPITAL LETTERS and my own words in small letters… HoPe ThAt Is CrYsTaL cLeAr…)….   (AMBER)…. ‘YES.. I HAD A GUY CALLED ALASTAIR HERE EARLIER, HE’S WELL INTO THE SCENE, AS SOON AS HE ARRIVED I WHIPPED HIS .. ER.. HIS ER..UM.. ER? …’    (tamara)…’his ass?’…   ‘NO’…    ‘his feet?’…   ‘NO’…. ‘not his cock surely?’…   ‘NO… GRR… HIS PANTS DOWN… I WHIPPED HIS PANTS DOWN’    ‘oh, so you whipped his pants down did you?… ‘I CERTAINLY DID…’    ‘and then what?… ‘WELL TAMARA, I REALLY WENT TO ..ER..ER..UM..ER?’ …… ‘to what?  to the supermarket?’… ‘NO…GRRR..’   ‘the post office?’…  ‘NO..GRRR..’   ‘the citizen’s advice bureau?’…   ‘NO.. GRRR… TO TOWN… I WENT TO TOWN ON HIM…’  ‘oh, so you went to town on him did you?  and what dare i ask did you do to him?’   ‘WELL… HE’D BEEN EXTREMELY NAUGHTY SO I GAVE HIS MISERABLE ASS A BLOODY GOOD… ER.. UM.. ER?…’   ‘spanking?’    ‘NO’..   ‘whipping?    ‘NO’    ‘wash and brush up?…   ‘NO.. GRRR.. GOD, YOU ARE SO ANNOYING… I GAVE HIS ASS A BLOODY GOOD CANING’…  ‘oh so you gave him a bloody good caning did you?   and what happened next?  please i can’t wait’..  ‘WELL.. I WAS IN NO MOOD TO TAKE ANY CRAP AND SO I THREATENED HIM WITH SOME SEVERE COCK AND BALL TORTURE UNLESS HE CONFESSED HIS MOST SERIOUS ER.. UM.. ER?  ‘fantasies?’  ‘NO’  ‘problems?    ‘NO’..   ‘misgivings?’..   ‘NO..GRRR… SINS.. ‘    ‘oh.. so he confessed his sins did he?’   ‘HE CERTAINLY DID… AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT… HE ONLY HAD THE NERVE TO WANK ONCE LAST MONTH  WITHOUT MY PERMISSION…’   ‘no.. surely not?… and what did you say to that?’   ‘WELL..I HAVE TO SAY, I WENT ABSOLUTELY.. ER.. UM.. ER?..’   ‘cows shit?’   ‘NO.. GRR..’    ‘dog’s shit?’   ‘NO.. GRRR..’  ‘bullshit?’   ‘NO..GRRR.. APESHIT.. I WENT ABSOLUTELY APESHIT…’   ‘do you know what amber, i’m not altogether surprised.. i just can’t believe this guy you know…’  ’ME NEITHER.. WELL THAT WAS IT FOR ME… I STRAPPED HIM TO THE PUNISHMENT BENCH AND GAVE HIM A BLOODY GOOD SEEING TO WITH MY 6 INCH.. ER.. UM.. ER?..’   ‘ruler?   ‘NO’….   ‘pencil?’..    ‘NO..’  ..  ‘stilettos?’..   ‘NO.. GRRR..   STRAP ON..’   .. ‘oh i see you gave him a bloody good seeing to with your 6 inch strap on did you?.. ‘I MOST CERTAINLY DID?’   ..’ and how did he take that?’..  ‘OH HE TOOK IT ALL RIGHT.. EVERY INCH OF IT AND AFTER THAT I MADE HIM..ER.. UM.. ER?..’   ..’a nice cup of tea?’..   ‘NO’..   ‘coffee?’ ..  ‘NO’..  ‘hot chocolate?’..   ‘NO.. GRRR..  I MADE HIM LICK IT CLEAN AND THEN I SENT HIM.. ER..UM..ER?’..   ’a birthday card?’… ‘NO’…  a good luck card?’  .. ‘NO’ .. ’a get well card?’  ‘NO.. GRRR.. I SENT HIM PACKING… zzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ ……..  And with that dear Amber drifted off in to the land of nod, where she has been ever since but wait a moment, speak of the devil.. I think she is stirring let me see if I can get a message from her to you her slaves.   ‘morning amber, i’ve taken the liberty of writing your blog for you..’.. ‘YOU’VE  DONE WHAT.. GRRR…’    ‘no it’s all under control don’t you worry birthday girl, all we need from you is a farewell message to your slaves.’   ‘WELL ALL I CAN SAY TO THAT LOT IS.. PISS ER.. UM.. ER..?’    .. ‘piss take?’..  ‘NO’..   ‘piss poor?’..   ‘NO’..   ‘piss your pants?..  ‘NO.. GRRR….  PISS OFF AND LET ME SLEEP’ zzzzzz  ….     Hmm .. no ill effects there I see, your lovely young Mistress is back to her brilliant best.  Oh well, that’s about it from me I’d better be on my way now before she wakes up and reads this for herself.  I’ve enjoyed writing for you guys, maybe next time our lovely Birthday Girl has a Piss Up, I can come back and see you again.  Bye for now.. Mistress Tamara x


CHASTITY BEGINS AT HOME Part 2

Well my slaves I hope you have cleaned up all the mess you made during your last week of freedom, things will be different from now as you take the ultimate step and surrender control of your prized cock and balls to me your wicked Mistress. I told you last week of some of the reasons behind my need to do this to all of you and a couple of slaves who visited me this week have added further weight to the argument as I will now explain.

In my 2011 Twits Awards recently I told you about a slave called ‘Wanker’ who not surprisingly won the ‘Wanker of the Year’ award, well he paid me a visit last week and sure enough he is as big a ‘nerd’ as ever. He was telling me about this really daft offer in his local supermarket recently, it was a Giant Valentine’s Card on which was written the words ‘To The One I Love’. Nothing wrong there you may feel but the special offer was ‘Buy One Get One Free’. Well he sent one to his wife so I said to him ‘Well what the hell did you do with the other one?’ and he replied ‘ Oh don’t worry I’ve thought of that.. I’ll give it to her next year’ … Well that’s just BRILLIANT Wanker… FUCKING BRILLIANT mate… and he wonders why I call him ‘WANKER’. 

Also I was paid a visit by Michael a very dedicated Foot Slave of several years service who was the first slave ever to endure ‘Restricted Masturbation’ or ‘Chastity Training’ under my guidance.  Not surprisingly we got involved in conversation re. last week’s Blog item and I was interested in his revelations. He told me that the nights were tough to get through, apparently he is tossing and turning all night during his denial (well… he’s turning all right but there is precious little ‘Tossing’ going on I can tell you).  Also he says he just can’t stop thinking about me because he knows it is  me who is making him feel this way.  His torment is increased by possession of my used stockings etc and inevitably there are occasional and I do mean occasional slip ups.  For this he has to confess to me and receive the appropriate whipping etc.  He also told me that the restrictions make him more servile and that is why I deny him for several days or sometimes weeks before a training session.  So these are my reasons for putting you in Chastity, firstly I feel that all Men are pathetic and deserve this treatment and secondly the pure wickedness of it is simply irresistable to me, and so to you my slaves, the time has come to give my orders to all the devoted ones,  this is a simple PASS or FAIL scenario,  do as you are told and you will PASS and therefore please your Mistress.  However,  defying me in any way will result in FAILURE and you wouldn’t want that now would you?.  

I really do hope therefore that you are willing to be ‘Good Boys’ for me.  So here is your ‘Chastity Timetable’ for this coming week.  MONDAY… You may play with my cock today but only to a ‘Pre cum’ level, nothing major you understand.  Between 9 and 10 pm you must try to get the cock hard WITHOUT spillage and when it is hard you are to measure the length against a ruler, if you are 7 inches or more you may climax but any less than that and you must put it away and wait for another day.  I am so hoping that you are all under 7 inches so as you suffer for me and if the miserable procession of cocks I have witnessed this week is anything to go by then it’s a pretty safe bet… ENJOY?/SUFFER?*   

 TUESDAY… Time to get tough slaves you are not allowed to even touch my cock today I don’t care how stessed you are you must see it through, if you have trouble sleeping try counting Sheep, if that doesn’t work then try counting yourself Fucking Sheep.  You never know but it may help you to get 40 winks here and there. Make the most of it though because ‘winks’ are all you will have tonight… SUFFER……

WEDNESDAY… You may start touching again today and you may eventually climax but there are 2 conditions… Firstly you can only do it between 7 and 11 pm and secondly you must be wearing a pair of Ladies Underwear when you do it… ENJOY…..

 THURSDAY… NO Touching until 6pm. and then you may touch and rub but MUST NOT climax.  You are to sleep in the Ladies Undies you spunked in to yesterday.  You may Fuck the mattress and kiss the pillow like you normally do but remember NO CLIMAX.. Mistress demands… SUFFER ….

FRIDAY… You may touch throughout the day and can attempt a climax at EXACTLY 10pm.  I say attempt because on the stroke of 10 you have EXACTLY 2 minutes to complete the act or else you must put it away again.  Make sure you time it TO THE SECOND and Good Luck… ENJOY?/SUFFER?* …

SATURDAY… You can touch as often as you wish today slaves but must not I repeat MUST NOT climax,  it’s a Saturday Night and I want you to suffer while I am out on the Town,  I want you to be slaves to my cock and do as I command.. SUFFER……

SUNDAY… Aah your last day of Chastity (for now) and I have a wicked little game to play on you all today.  You may touch my cock again today but must not climax before 10pm and then at PRECISELY 10pm I want you to get yourself a Pound Coin and toss it in the air,  you are to let it fall onto the floor . If it comes up HEADS then you may climax but if it comes up TAILS then you are denied again.  You should be good at this by now slaves, let’s face it you had a whole week’s ‘Tossing’ practise last week.  So how’s your luck then guys? Let’s hope you are lucky eh?… ENJOY?/SUFFER?*… So that’s it Slaves your week of ‘Chastity’ is at an end and how did you fare?…PASS?/FAIL?*…..  (*=delete as applicable)  Anyway slave, irrespective of whether it was a Pass or a Fail, I would like you as an individual to focus on how much you may want and indeed NEED this form of training in the future and take the appropriate steps to make sure it becomes a reality.  Present paying slaves can discuss this with me during a visit ( a fee could be arranged and real Chastity Devices used for the more dedicated sub) and Slaves who live too far away could actually beg me to Dominate them in to ‘Chastity’ by E. Mail. A monthly fee could be agreed for this with a fine given for all misdemeanors which will hopefully be rare but ALWAYS confessed to.  So there you are slaves ‘Food for Thought’ I’m sure… THE END…(or is it just The Beginning?)


Chastity …….

  • Author: amberleigh
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  • Date: Mar 21,2011
‘CHASTITY BEGINS AT HOME Part ONE’….  Sorry to break the news to you guys but I have decided to enslave ALL of you in ‘Chastity’ for one week to test your compliance. Now much as I would love to visit you all in order to personally fix each appliance to your miserable cocks, this is a logistical impossibility so we are talking ‘Chastity’ in inverted commas here which means I will OWN your cock and balls and YOU do as you’re bloody well told. 
Now this form of training is stricly for the devoted slave so if you don’t fall in to that category just log off now and simply log in to www.wetblanket.com for material more suited to you.  I have been thinking of doing this for some time and a letter I received this week from a complete wanker has finally made my mind up. And what did this guy write that so incensed me?… well, he is one of those creepy patronising types who goes completely overboard towards me without ever showing any sign of meeting me in the flesh. 
Firstly he made me puke by saying ‘Your Beauty is greater than any words I can find’ and as if this wasn’t bad enough he signed the letter and then wrote…  ‘P.S. Please Mistress I beg to be your 24/8 slave. I would say 24/7 but somehow this doesn’t seem devoted enough’ love from Geoffrey. Yuk… what a creep and now thanks to the wretched Geoffrey it is ‘Chastity’ for all who read these pages.  It is not all bad news though guys for I have decided to start your ‘Chastity’ Training ONE WEEK from today and in the meantime I will allow you SEVEN wanks (that is ONE PER DAY) but only on condition that you wank off to the 7 different fantasy scenarios I have dreamed up for you. So try to make the most of your last week of freedom and don’t forget to tune in next week if you are a serious and genuine slave but for now you had better start reaching for the tissues because here come your wanks. Well… are you sitting comfortably slave? that’s pants down, cock in one hand and tissue in the other… then I’ll begin. Here is your MONDAY WANK.
You are summoned to Mistress Amberleigh’s apartment and arrive in time to see her still wearing her Gym wear and dripping with sweat. You know from the smug look in her eyes that she will soon be bringing your slave tongue in to action. You are forced to lick her sweaty armpits and then she gets you to remove her trainers. Her sweaty socks are next to be licked and then you watch her remove those very same socks followed by the wiggling of her hot, sticky but oh so sexy toes. She beckons your tongue forwards, Footboy is in heaven as he tastes his Mistress. Eventually you follow Mistress up the stairs, she needs a shower and a good wee, the toilet is available but then the slave’s mouth is much more fun. Slave’s work is only just beginning… ENJOY…     
TUESDAY WANK… You have a recurring fantasty but are not sure if it is a nightmare or a dream come true. You are eating out in a restaurant with your wife, suddenly you break out in a sweat when Mistress Amberleigh and a girl friend are seated at the next table. You are just one of her slaveboys and she quickly recognises you and observes and enjoys your obvious discomfort. You spend a very stressful hour or so as Mistress talks out loud about her working life mentioning many slaves by name and you are continually worrying that she will let the cat out of the bag. Whilst your wife is in the Loo, Mistress sets out to impress her friend. She pounces on you and demands that you visit the Gents, remove your pants and then hand them to her before you leave. You know that you can’t let Mistress down but the stress is killing you. You go to the Gents to remove the aforementioned pants much to the amusement of the 2 girls and somehow you manage to slip them to her without your wife seeing just before you leave. Your secret is safe for now but there is a real buzz to the sex you have with ‘wifey’ that same night. She is on top the whole time to satisfy your need to be dominated. She is happy to do this as she is thrilled by your sudden increase in virility. Little does your good lady know that the extra virility is fuelled by the taste of your first ever experience of public humiliation. It is a taste you will grow to adore and a theme which will feature in most of your sexual fantasy from this day on…  ENJOY….   
WEDNESDAY WANK… You arrive at Mistress Amberleigh’s apartment at 10am sharp with a mixture of nerves and excitement for this is to be your first day as the new ‘Houseboy’. Mistress gives you your Maid’s uniform to wear and then carefully does your make up, well… you do need to look the part ‘dearie’. You are in heaven as you tackle the menial tasks she sets you whilst Mistress lays on the settee with her feet up and her Bell beside her which is frequently rung to summon you to top up her wine glass etc. You are originally told that you will be required until 1pm but Mistress surprises you by keeping you on for the afternoon session as well mainly because 2 of her girl friends come over and she just loves to show off her power to them. Your day finishes at 4pm.with an inspection of your work followed by a very severe whipping and a reminder to do better next time all witnessed by 2 very interested spectators. You drive home with a mixture of emotions, you hate yourself for your weaknesses but know only too well that this is one ‘drug’ you simply will never be able to give up. You reflect on the fact that Mistress kept you ALL DAY and only charged you for the morning session leaving you feeling that she really does love her work and values your participation. You feel happy, you feel satisfied, you feel owned… YOU NAUGHTY Boy…….ENJOY…. 
THURSDAY WANK… Now slave we are halfway through our ‘week in wanks’ so today as another goodwill gesture I will allow you to wank to your own fantasy today provided you WANK whist looking at a photo or video of me to fuel your fantasy.. Well come on then WANKER… what are you waiting for?… get on with it… ENJOY ………
FRIDAY WANK…  You arrive at ‘School’ at 9am. Miss Amberleigh looks very formidable in her figure hugging black skirt and stockings to match. As you suspected, your homework is not up to scratch and you receive what Miss thinks is a fair and just punishment. Your only consolation is your fellow classmates get it just as bad. You have a unique opportunity to see a Miss in action as she mercilessly beats your classmates. You are massively turned on as you see the cold look of pure pleasure in her eyes as she delivers. Once at home you do what all naughty boys do… you wanker.. ENJOY………  
SATURDAY WANK… Your wife finds out about your visits to Mistress Amberleigh, she contacts Mistress in person and to your great surprise the 2 of them have become friendly as well as ‘Partners in Crime’ … the crime being Blackmail. Mistress wants you to continue paying for sessions and also to sponsor her on several shopping trips throughout the year. In return she offers your wife coaching in Domination/Cuckoldry etc. Your wife has details including photos of your other life and will send them to everyone who knows you unless she gets her way. Tonight you are given  a taste of what Cuckolding really means when your wife returns home with a young hunk on her arm. You fear the worst as she smugly introduces the two of you before stripping him and sucking him in front of you. Eventually she beckons you towards his throbbing cock and says ‘SUCK’. You hate it and hate yourself but see no way out you are forced to suck another Man’s cock for the very first time. For your wife there is no going back, she holds your head firmly in position until the hunk explodes in to your mouth, somehow you never thought it would come to this. Your wife gleefully marches her young Man to the bedroom taunting you that Toyboy will soon be ready for ‘Round 2′ whereas her useless husband can hardly manage ‘Round 1′ these days. Sure enough within minutes you are tormented by the sound of your wife groaning in ecstasy. The taste of the Hunk’s freshly milked cum in your mouth does little to ease the pain. ..   ENJOY……. 
SUNDAY WANK… You are chained up and blindfolded in Mistress Amberleigh’s dungeon, you are at the mercy of 2 stunning Dommes the other being Mistress Badcock. You have purchased pairs of used panties from both girls in the past and now you are to be tested. A pair of well used panties is held to your nose and you are to name which Mistress has been wearing them. If you guess correctly you are given a sensual pleasure for 2 minutes but if you are wrong you are given 2 minutes of C.B.T. with  2 pairs of tweezers, 2 combs not to mention the odd cigarette or two. This is repeated many times and you are further tested by having to sniff sweaty feet from time to time and guess whose they are. Eventually you hear the unmistakable sound of one Mistress weeing in to a glass and begin to fear the worst. Mistress Amberleigh taunts you with the smell and tells you that you must drink it all and then say which Mistress it came from. If correct your cock will be rubbed for 5 minutes or until you cum whichever is sooner (That’ll be 10 seconds then) but if wrong your cock will be tortured for 5 minutes non stop with BOTH pairs of tweezers. You drink the liquid and then you guess… Well slave how did you do? Did you guess right?     Why not make up your own ending for this one? I mean don’t leave it all to me now, after all these are YOUR fantasies.     To Be Continued  

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