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