Dear faithful followers,
I am now away until the Monday the 1st of August. I am on holiday in my beloved homeland and am relaxing and enjoying myself greatly. Thanks to a couple of generous slaves I am now the proud owner of some wonderful quality leather items of clothing, including a new bolero, miniskirt, red leather jacket and red leather skirt. I decided that I would like to have more red clothes. While I absolutely love black which to my mind represents the ultimate mystery of a Domme, my new increased sadism is reflected in the red clothing. As you are aware I already have a very nice pair of red gloves given to me by an admirer and I will now have an outfit to go with them! I will post pictures of my new clothes when I return from holiday.
Red is a fascinating visceral colour. As most of you know my favourite colour for my nails is red (although sometimes I can be persuaded in the direction of french polish)! It is the colour of blood - the blood that rushes to a slave's head when they are on their knees and I walk into the dungeon. It can also be the blood that runs from their backsides after a particularly brutal caning. Red can also be the colour of a slaves bottom after an energetic flogging or the colour of their face after an exhilarating bout of face slapping. It can also be the colour of a slaves cheeks after I have humiliated them. It is the colour of red roses, which I may accept from you. Or I may use them to beat your backside, scratching you with the thorns.
It is the colour of obsession, passion, fear, and love. The fear that a slave feels undoubtedly when they first see me and when they start to serve me. This develops into a passion to be in my presence. The obsession that they feel when I am not in their presence. Finally the love that they feel for me when they allow me to take complete control over them and they submit to me permanently.
I am aware that you will miss me. However do not worry as I will be back in a fortnight.
In this moment in time I am writing to you from the First Class carriage of the train from Waterloo to Portsmouth:) One of my slave is taking me to Normandy for the weekend to The French Dungeon
www.frenchdungeon.com After several years of service and pleading , I bestowed upon him the privilege of treating me to a holiday. Naturally first class all the way for me and my own First Class cabin on the ferry while the slave sleeps in a seat somewhere below; I don't know or actually care where!
At this moment, I'm allowing him the privilege of massaging my beautifully pedicured feet while we are on the train. needles to say, people are staring at us. The women stare at me admiringly while the men glance furtively,no doubt wishing they were in my slave's space. In fact , the women sitting on the opposite site of the aisle had just told her husband on the phone that she wants a foot massage when she gets home ! Mistress Akella trend setter ! :)
Anyway I will be away until Monday morning. As a reward for his efforts , I will make sure that my slave never forgets his trip.
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