The day after
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- Date: Jun 7,2011
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
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