Christmas and golden rain

Firstly i must thank Mistress Hellena for my presents, especially the rubber doll mask and the long wig. In return i presented my wonderful Goddess with some of Louis Vuitton's finest luggage and several other gifts including a non fetish book on interior design, which Mistress adores.

Mistress commandeered my wig, as is Her right giving Her a completely different look as we walked round the post Christmas sales.

Whilst driving back Mistress suddenly instructed me to take a different back roads country route, i simply did as told but was curious. Mistress remained ominously quiet then suddenly said pull over here. Her next command was to get out of the car, take off my new top which She had also bought and follow Her. She walked less than 10 metres into the trees which of course were bare of leaves being winter. At first i thought She was going to pick up a thin branch and thrash me with it.

The next command was to lie on the ground. i of course obeyed instantly and without question, despite the fact it was freezing and wet as the snow had just thawed.

Mistress then squatted above me and let out a gentle and very controlled stream of Her delicious golden wine straight into my mouth. i gulped, swallowed and licked feverishly to ensure i caught every precious drop, not bothered that we were in very obvious sight of the road and anyone passing, i simply obeyed.

This gentle steam continued for a long time with remarkable control until She said She couldn't be bothered to hold it back any more and i was completely drenched by a torrent of nectar that left me gasping for air.

When She finished Mistress walked back to the car calling over Her shoulder for me to get use my shirt to get dried before getting back into the car. Luckily i also had a spare shirt in the back of the car, so changed quickly.

Back in the car Mistress smiled and said in such a refined and ladylike manner "Oh I was desperate for the toilet"

Just as we drove away two people came by walking their dog, A minute earlier and they would have seen a very surprising sight!

Life serving Mistress Hellena is never dull and full of surprises, such is Her spontaneity.

i just thought i'd post a picture of my Owner

My most recent session with Mistress

As soon as i arrived i was instructed that Mistress wanted me to change into my maids uniform and clean the dungeon. About an hour later i heard Mistress calling me and raced upstairs to Her room and threw my self at Her feet and paid homage to Her shoes. Mistress laughed and asked the obvious "Are you glad to see Me Sally Anne?" Understatement of the year.

How good, how right does it feel to grovel at Her feet? I know my place.

Mistress then told me She had another task for me, to decorate the Christmas tree in the lounge, which of course She would inspect later. i diligently got on with my next task until i heard Mistress calling me again. This time i was summoned to the bathroom and told to lie in the bath as Mistress told me She was desperate for a pee. No sooner had i laid down when Mistress released a gorgeous hot stream of nectar all over my face. She must have been really desperate as i was drenched, it came so fast i couldn't swallow Her nectar quick enough.

As soon as Mistress finished She told me to get cleaned up and select some dry clothing from the TV wardrobe and present myself in Her room.

i selected a cream corset, pink tutu and some clean stockings, put my wig back on and deferentially knocked on the door.

What followed just reinforces how imaginative and unpredictable (in the nicest possible way) Mistress can be.

Mistress made me help Her take Her rubber outfit off and dress in casual clothes, i must admit that as the day had been very hectic and busy for Mistress thought that it was going to be a quiet evening. i'm very lucky for in addition to sessions, i also serve Mistress on a lifestyle basis and am delighted just to be able to attend to Her needs like a good slave should. i poured Mistress a glass of wine and was allowed to have a drink myself as well. We just say around chatting and relaxing, pure bliss for me.

Then out of the blue Mistress picked up some thin rope and tightly bound my cock and balls. Next Mistress wrapped cling film around my high heeled shoes making it impossible for me to take them off and carried on wrapping the cling film around my legs which gave the impression that i was wearing boots.

i was then made to parade up and down the room in my best girly fashion, then made to dance like a provocative slut to the music.

At this point one of the resident houseboys knocked and informed "The Boss" as we fondly refer to Mistress that dinner would be served in 5 minutes. The next thing i knew was that not only was i gagged, but the gag was then covered in more cling film and a note saying "Nil by mouth" stuck to the gag.

If this wasn't ingenious enough Mistress sent me for a humbler. Now a humbler fastened around the balls makes it impossible to stand, however Mistress clamped the humbler very tightly on my cock with the arms of the humbler on the front of my legs. This does mean it's possible to walk in a fashion but is incredibly painful.

Mistress then fastened a lead to my collar and took me downstairs to the dining room for a meal with the houseboys. i sat there as a delicious meal of roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and all the trimmings was served up. Nobody batted an eyelid as i sat there hungry, salivating in front of a plate of delicious smelling food unable to eat. Nothing is unusual in Mistress Hellena's household, which She rules with a rod of steel. Polite conversation flowed and i sat there happy to be in the presence of a true Goddess and suffer whatever She wants. Eventually when everyone had finished the clingfilm and gag were removed so i could eat my cold meal, still delicious though.

Afterwards we retired to Mistress's bedroom where i was subjected to the most agonising nipple torture for i think Mistress was feeling in a vicious mood, and i was to be Her muse. After prolonged torture Mistress took the humbler off my cock much to my massive relief. The next order was to wank, not a hard order to follow you'd think, but actually very difficult for my cock and balls were still tied very tightly. Mistress told me if i didn't come quickly i'd be spending the night in the cage instead of on the floor at the foot of Her bed. The end result was so explosive, and suffice to say i spent a very happy night sleeping at the foot of Mistress Hellena's bed. The benefit of which is that i could serve Her a cup of tea in the morning as this divine Goddess woke up.

She is the most wonderful bewitching Lady i have ever met, and i'm so grateful that She trains me and allows me to serve Her. Thank You Mistress, i worship You xx

Maid Sally Anne wonders what Mistress Hellena has in store for him today, something evil no doubt. Such anticipation. I'll let you know.

Endurance and isolation Part 1

Mistress walked into the suspension room wearing the most amazing black rubber hood that just blew me away. The fit was perfect, massively emphasising Mistress Hellena's hypnotic eyes and gorgeous sensuous pouting lips framed in black rubber. Unlike some hoods the eye and mouth holes were neither too large or too small, just perfect, and all of this topped off by two long black girlie pigtails. The hood was perfectly complimented by the black rubber cat suit and high heeled sandals. i was so taken aback that i almost forgot to curtsey as Mistress entered the room!!! Fortunately strict training and good manners meant i did not insult Mistress in such a terrible manner. i threw myself at Her feet and poured out a stream of adoration about Her looks, Her style, Her beauty and the new hood.

Mistress made me pay homage to Her feet and suck Her toes before allowing me to kneel upright and gaze upwards in complete awe. Even before the session really started Mistress had begun to weave Her magic, i was already drifting in a sea of sub space and had to force myself to stay focussed, to ensure my service was up to standard. Little did i know that this was to be a wonderfully long session full of all sorts of mind games.

Mistress moved to the sling in the middle of the room, sat reclining, swinging slowly backwards and forwards whilst i served Her wine and opened my mouth for ashtray service. It's a wonderful feeling to watch Mistress relax, whilst providing some form of menial yet useful service for Her.

Then it was my turn to be put in the sling but with a few differences. Mistress lowered the back of the sling so i was laid flat, then fastened cuffs to my wrists and ankles making escape from the sling impossible. Once secure Mistress then applied numerous pegs to my nipples, and a set of electrics to my cock. As the current was increased and i started jerking around in the sling, swinging backwards and forwards. Mistress decided that if i was going to move like this then She could help. To this end Mistress fastened a long red cord around my balls, stood back and pulled the cord to swing me. Each pull of course hurt like hell, but who am i to complain?

The next step was to then add more red cord between the pegs on my nipples, onto my ankles which were still fastened to the sling, then from my ankles back to my balls. This was very ingenious because as Mistress either swung me, increased the power of the electrics, or indeed tickled my feet, it all prompted wriggling on my behalf, and subject to how i moved it increased the pain to either my balls, my nipples or sometimes both. Mistress found this very amusing, laughing and mocking, which just encouraged Her to do more. The next step was to somehow fasten the spiked parachute around my balls, even though the base of the balls wrapped in a coil of red cord. The parachute was followed by the addition of some lead weights, and to prompt further struggling Mistress used the spiky pinwheel on both the head of my cock and my balls.

The end result was a cascade of different types and levels of pain to a variety of very sensitive parts of my body, and the more i suffered and writhed in agony, the more pain i inflicted on myself due to the complex and devious nature of my predicament.

Then Mistress did one of the most evil things possible to me by blindfolding me meaning that i couldn't admire Her stunning beauty! Not being able to see what is coming next really increases the anticipation, and indeed the pain. When you can see what implement is about to be used on whichever part of your body you can mentally prepare for that split second beforehand, but not when you can't see. Being able to see Mistress helps me take the pain, and when Mistress inflicts serious pain the agony becomes controllable when She stares at me with those deep blue hypnotic eyes. Her control over my mind.

The array of sensations that followed the lack of vision was agonisingly, frustratingly wonderful. Pleasure and pain.

Pleasure when Mistress gently stroked me or rang Her long finger nails over my body, pain when the dial of the electrics was turned up by those long dark talons.

Pleasure to smell the scent of Her perfume, especially as my sense of smell seemed to increase through the lack of vision, before the pain of the whip. Again the lack of vision means that there is increased reliance upon other senses. i would hear the swish of the crop or whip just before it hit my flesh.

Then the immense momentary pleasure of Mistress kissing me, or rather briefly kissing the gag that She inserted in my mouth to shut me up, followed by the pain, the desperation of nothing, absolutely nothing. Not another kiss, no perfume, no whip, no spiked pin wheel, nothing but being suspended, unable to see anything as Mistress had used not just a blindfold but also wrapped a silk scarf around my eyes to ensure that i could not see the slightest sliver of light, never mind any movement that may give a hint of what was to come. The pain of silence, the pain of nothing, the pain of being alone, the pain of being neglected by the Goddess i worship.

Maybe just the occasional tug on the cord to make me swing in the sling tweaking all of my sensitive parts.

It's so easy to lose track of time in session with Mistress, but even more so when deprived of vision, left in a dark world with no interaction, painful or otherwise. These periods of nothingness lasted for what seemed like eternity, occasionally broken by one crack of the whip or a gentle touch, but no voice. The mind races and plays terrible games at times like this. The one painful crack of the whip leaves you desperate for more, more pain because you then know that Mistress is close by, that Mistress is inflicting the pain, Mistress is there.

Then the silence may be broken by loud music, nothing else, no pain, no touch, just the knowledge that Mistress was again there, somewhere in the room. i would be helpless, trying to guess not just what may happen next, but when. The music would give some indication of time, whereas the silent periods left me mentally pleading for the return of my torturer and anything She wanted to inflict. The only comfort being the constant zap of the electrics to my genitals. Even then with the random programme the electrics were set to i didn't know if it genuinely was random or was a sudden increase in pain the result of Her delicate fingers turning a dial to make me suffer!

Afterwards Mistress told me She really enjoyed just sitting back, relaxing, doing nothing, just quietly watching me in suspension, helpless, at Her mercy.

Then a noise right next to my head!!!

A vivid noise, one that i recognised, the sound of fluid pouring into a glass.

Could i be so lucky that Mistress was giving up some of Her champagne. Vintage Hellena tastes so much better than Krug or Cristal. i thrashed around in the sling completely ignoring the pain my movement generated, such was my excitement at the prospect that i may just be rewarded with nectar from my Goddess. Despite the gag i pleaded in a muffled manner trying to scream, to feverishly beg, to implore Mistress to make me suffer more; just for the slightest drop of Her urine.

Sally Anne spent the day in chastity as chauffeur for the delightful and wondrous Mistress Hellena, what an honour and a pleasure to spend the entire day in Mistress's company and being of service to Her.

Then the evening was the Christmas party for the Hotel BDSM staff, a really nice relaxing "off duty" night, followed by me being incredibly fortunate and allowed to sleep on the floor at the bottom of Mistress Hellena's bed.

As normal my erect cock woke me up as it was straining against the chastity. As i looked up from the floor i could see the divine foot of my Owner sticking out from under the duvet. The temptation to gently suck the toes of my Goddess was almost over powering but luckily i resisted and did not disturb the One i worship and adore. What a wonderful day.

Thank You Mistress xx

Yesterday i received the second most painful whipping i've ever had. Mistress Hellena put a variety of clamps and pegs on my nipples for several hours before suspending me up for a beating.

Mistress very kindly removed the clamps by hitting them with a whip, before continuing to whip my very sore and tender nipples. Then She turned Her attention to my back whilst all the time having that lovely sexy, evil smile on Her gorgeous face, framed by Her beautiful long blond hair.

When i was finally let down and allowed to express my gratitude by worshipping Her divine steel heeled boots, my upturned arse got a good cropping just to keep me focused.

Thank You Goddess, and i know this is just the start of a new phase of training.

Hello,

My name is sally anne, slave number 216.

i'm deeply honoured and privileged to be the slave and maid of the incomparable Mistress Hellena, my Goddess and Owner. What follows is the story of my enslavement, and some of the day to day events.

i hope you enjoy reading about my life of servitude to Mistress Hellena.