Just a little fun post featuring two photos from my last hotel stay with my bitch. Readers of my journals, can you guess the scenarios the photos depict before reading my descriptions?

Image 1: Me in a new pair of fetish-tease shoes about to share a banana with my bitch. Of course I bit off and chewed the whole banana a mouthful at a time. My half was immediately swallowed when chewing was concluded, but each mouthful I kindly chewed for the bitch, was then spat onto the floor, each mouthful in turn was stood on and pretty foot in pretty shoe twisted side to side and the bitch had to lick it from the floor and lick the floor clean and the sole of my shoe clean. Then his next mouthful, and so on. Such fun and a considerable power-rush!

That day, by the end of two sessions of him fluffing me and me thrashing him on the bed many times, I had had ten orgasms. I did have a long rest between sessions, while he wrote lines. (I am so privileged to be the bitch of my beautiful Mistress.) And indeed he is!

Image 2: The wardrobe was not a suitable prison cell for my bitch as, although large, it was fully shelved. But a large walk in shower cubicle was ideal.

The rather miserable bitch, naked but for his inescapable chastity cage was ushered into the shower cubicle. I shut the glass door and leant the hairbrush against the door. He could not leave the cubicle without me knowing, and he would not dare to, believe me. I left the bathroom and turned off the bathroom light as I did.

I put on my street clothes and coat and re-entered the bathroom. Poor bitch was now in the foetal position on the cold cubicle floor tiles. He looked shocked and sad and humiliated, by his predicament and me ambushing him wearing everyday street clothes in contrast to his predicament. This is no DS game I have to dress-up for, this is his real, everyday life. “I’m off to a nail-bar for a manicure. Its about a ten minute walk from the hotel so you will be in your prison cell for about an hour-and-a-half…….” He began to whisper his pleading and looked so pathetic and vulnerable. ” …in the dark!” i walked out closing the door and turning off the light as I did.

The image of him was burned onto my retinas. Him naked and vulnerable in the foetal position on the cold tiles; his chastity cage on full display, while I was dressed in street clothes and had my coat on. My mind conscious, as so often when I see his chastity cage, that I had had so many orgasms and he was never to have one for the rest of his life. The whole scenario brought on a seriously arousing power-rush! I nearly had to partially strip off and apply my Sila! But I could not, as I would have been late for my nail appointment.

I walked out of the room and another power-rush hit me. I so love my life. And my uxo-bitch could not be more content. Perfect symbiosis.

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