Mistress · Angelica's · Misadventures

I feel very treasured.. a slave arrived to detail my car, spotlessly, then do my garden then.. he arrived with this! One of my most favourite fragrances. I do feel very very cared for.

EXCLUSIVE HEELS FOR MY MISTRESS

Last session with my Mistress I presented to her a pair of very unique FFN stockings with a heel design I have never encountered before from a very small botique burlesque shop in ............... sorry cant tell you

I was taken there by the world's foremost FemDom artist , just to add some spice to the story

For those who dont know FFN stands for Fully Fashioned Nylon stockings which is the style they wore back when nylon first replaced silk as the favoured material of choice in the 40's & 50's before the dreaded 'passionkillers' (pantyhose) came along on the 60's

These are the beautiful stockings with a seam that goes right up and ends in a 'finishing loop' in the centre rear of the stocking welt ( or band ) And these welts just happened to have a tri -band pattern in them , a favourite for both of us ! ..............FFN stockings also have a reinforced toe and heel in usually only two basic designs the world over !

They are Cuban (or Euro) heel
or French ( or pointed heel)

BUT now there is a 3rd design called .... I cant tell you ...... very stunning !!!!!

NOW ............these new uniquely heeled stockings a gave my Mistress were received with great delight ,to the extent that she feels they have become her new "best favourites "

AND apart from an awesome new heel design they have a delicate stitch pattern that sits either side of the seam right on the belly of the calve , gossimer shear and extremely elegant ......my Mistress has the best calves going around and to see them in these.... well ....cant be explained

SO .. i was going to post this journal to let everyone know what these exciting new stockings are , which is what i might normally do

BUT ......... i'm not going to now ............i have decided that because my Mistress loves them so much ........... I want them to be 'our secret ' and that she is the only Mistress in Australia ever to wear them ..........so there ...........nah nah ........................

the small botique shop ,i found out, happens to be the front for a very small manufacturer of these rare style of stocking , probably the only place in the world they are produced

Mistress must have been very happy with her new stockings because she rewarded her 'stocking possum' with a special christening of them

the POWDER !!!!!

She very slinkily dusted up her entire gorgeuos stockinged legs with a feather brush and powder .......... it got all over her glossy black Domina stilettos and flicked all over the welts and onto the underside of her lovely buttocks ................... and dam it , i had to lick it all off ....... took quite some time .... not that I was counting ,i was soon floating out in time and space (subspace)

She must have been very ,very happy with them actually because she lead her worm over to the couch ....strapped on her thigh cuffs and locked me into her crouch with her pussy collar ... then dusted her entire upper leg , stocking tops and panty region and made me dutifully remove all the powder off with my tongue .......... i have written about this before ........ to be trapped into my Mistress's world class legs with stockings of such class and elegance is the closest thing to heaven on earth .............. and to be locked in there with no where to go or to do but to service her to her liking for as long as she decides is sheer magic on earth.

Oh the powder !! ............ i have been waiting so long for the experience again.......... truely an unforgetable standout in all of BDSM ............. worship at its most erotic best !

Thankyou MA'am !................... THANKYOU SO MUCH !!!

YOUR FEET

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet
I know they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth.
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters ,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda

Look at this amazing rubber hood I got to wear! Such a delightful piece I did not want to take it off, and proceeded to play with my rubber playmate for the next hour and a half. We got very slippery with wet stuff all over us, sliding about on the rack and on each other.

The hood had no mouth piece, so I had to breathe very carefully.... all I could hear was the in/out of my breath. It feels very watery, being totally incased in rubber, and something not for the faint hearted.

My rubber playmate brought some other very enticing objects from eastern Europe that kept us amused for the rest of the afternoon.

I am packing all my naughty stuff for a week in Perth, graciously offered by a fellow Mistress and some keen clients. I have never been, so look forward to being shown the city plus ome grest clubs and places to play.

I am taking the new electronic cock toys to road test them on some west austraian pets. Standby for pics when I get back.

There is a large billboard around Sydney at the moment, saying, "if it cant be fixed with duct tape, it's not worth fixing." This theory was put to the test when a rather immaculately mannered gentleman with great cufflinks was in need of some stress therapy. It had been a hard day in the office, and he needed to reset his soul.

I reset his balls with duct tape. And the usual pre coating of baby oil to facilitate its removal was omitted, as he was required to leave it on. He was bound with legs skyward and introduced to his prostate. I can never figure out why so many men have never discovered this bit of themselves.

Duct tape man got milked. Prostate milked. It's where the prostate is stimulated internally with hardly any external stimulation of other bits. The best bit is when their eyes pop out of their little heads when they are cumming all over the place and there has been no contact with his other bits.

Oh, the duct tape? Not my problem.

And here is the delightful remote control eclectic toy I have been hankering over for months.

And it had to have the electric butt plug:

  Mwah ha ha ha ha!!

To not visit the fantastic MR S in San Francisco would be a crime. I went five times with my very cute play thing. While I shopped for electro devices, plaything ran about the shop in circles and got so overwhelmed it was ordered to sit quietly on a chair till Mistress was done. They even had a cage to put playthings in, but I was not about to spoil the creature.

Then off to Stormy Leather  around the corner to purchase a lovely leather corset. Of course it is in black, and the owner remembered me from last year, and the photo I sent her of my gorgeous corset is in the gallery.

Tomorrow I fly off to the States for three weeks. Last time I went it was a fetish shopping bonanza. Lots of delicious rubber and toys. This time my eye is on a remote eros tek device, to zap my victims from afar, or tune it to the sound of my voice.

Lucky there is a very cute subby lad coming with me to be my guinea pig! Stand by for pics of him getting zapped in cafes and bus stops.

Not sure when I get back up to Byron, as my last trip was cancelled unexpectedly, but give me an email and let me know when it would be good to come into town in April. It is also school holidays, which makes it easier for some, harder for others.

My phone is switched off, but do drop me an email, and I will respond.
Bon Voyage to me!

I had a new slut to play with...

She wanted to be humiliated and tied up, which was easy since she was a total potato. with no response beyond ÿes Mistress..no Mistress". I hate those the worst.

PLUS!! He had a nice little catholic crucifix on his neck..and here he was dressed from head to foot in women's lingerie and a hood. Plenty of humiliation fodder there.

Ohh, she was a big slut, Mistress, a big slut.. how big? Lets find out. Since he was completely without response..I had to check for a pulse at one stage just to make sure, it was decided a slut test would be in order. Lets see how big a slut you are. Let's take you out into the back alley, tie you to a tree with your slut arse out and wait to see what happens. One of our trainees put on her hoodie and went out the front to walk by. I waited in the dark where I could see him. Didn't his little hooded head whip round when he saw her? That was fun.

Now lets him on his slut knees and see how well he can suck my cock. I had his clothes in a bag beside me, so if he chickened, I would strip him there and then, naked,and throw his clothes into the street.

Sure enough.. mercy Mistress!

So baby slut whined for mercy, got his clothes thrown into the street and I shut the door.

yeah we all know how dangerous it is, in the hands of idiots. However I had a nice new candidate that survived a late meeting, the rain and the queensland time difference to arrive on my dungeon doorstep all ready for his session.

A self confessed adrenaline junkie, he needed to be put back in his box, and some heavy bondage was called for. I slipped on the 10 mm heavy rubber face hood with built in breather nozzle and watched the glass eye pieces fog over..

Next he was in the full body corset with me lying on top of him to compress his airways... then the nasty Mistress tounge licked at his air hole.. It was fun watching the mask suck against his face as he realized he had no option but to breathe when I told him to.

A person with a high leel of responsibility and many staff has to sometimes get that all life is is about breathing in and out. That's all you have to do at the end of the day, and in this session it was all he had to do.

Of course he had a few distractions, Mistress wiggling on his rubber laced body playing "ride the rubber pony" amongst others.

Not bad for a first session, I hope he returns for more breathing in and out.

You have to hand it to organised religion, especially the Christians, they make us Mistresses tons of clients!! The more orthodox or strict christian your upbringing, the more the poor soul must feel like rebelling.

Such was the case with a new lad that kept my phone number for weeks and made the 90 minute drive from the Gold Coast on an especially crappy wet tropical day to come see me. He was so nervous as he sat on his little kindy seat for the interview.

He said he had had a fantasy ever since he was twelve, ( I guess ever since he could get a hard on..) and it was about the guilt of having erections. I can imagine the rubbish his parents inculcated into his hormonal brain at age twelve, because the delightful result is that he is a wonderfully gentle submissive who dives into sub space like a seal after a fish.

He wanted to be "kidnapped" and punished for having an erection, of course all my "punishments" were deviously nice, even th nastier ones..he did not droop once.So nice having a new face to gag.

While I am in the mood for ranting, let me say that Mistressing is not like working at Hungry Jacks, though lately it would seem that some people think so. The amount of "trainees"and I use the term loosely that have traipsed through my work place has been astounding.

Some come for the job without ONE CLUE as to the levels of expertise, let alone wardrobe that is required. They are insensitive to the nuances of body language, theatre and emotional control necessary and think they can swan around in their K mart lingerie and whack people on the dick.

It got to the point where the Kastle could physically hold no more of these wannabes and I was about to leave. I feel like my skills are being diluted to a level of "drive thru" mentality, and the entire industry is becoming more and more like a straight sex factory.

Yes I am having a rave, however there is one shining new face at the Kastle, a tall, dark and busty creature who is a pleasure to work with and will be blossoming into quite something...go check her out.

Well after a very exciting week over the Xmas break, the ensuing slump has had me bored silly. Mistresses have slumps too, and mine is just going.

However, there was a VERY HORNY PUPPY that came to play in the dungeon. He was freighted all the way from England on a very long leash and boy was he a horny puppy. He loved nothing better than to be bound in the tightest, shiniest corset and thigh high boots, and be restrained, humping the air with die hard enthusiasm the entire time.

He was so much fun, I made him come back again and again. He was very well trained and apart from air humping, he would shout, "yes, my Mistress!!" Over and over again. A sprightlier man in approaching his vintage years I have yet to meet.

I do hope he reads this, or his owner reads it for him, as he is a very horny puppy only, so I can say how sorry I ws not to be there for his last session, and that he was subjected to one of our trainees, who scared him.

He ran down the stairs after only half an hour and ended his session. "sigh"

I will never know why trainees are permitted with experienced clients. This was his final session before being freighted back to England, and it was a disaster.

Tis the season now..officially. And here is Rudolph, desiring heavy ball stretching and torture. he was stuffed into his "stocking"" and laced tight with a festive red cord, hooded and then it was time for the Xmas lights!

two electrodes were taped to his balls and the tens unit was turned on. Now to string up the Xmas lights... a cord ran up to some handy chain, and then a five kilo weight kept his ball;s from flapping in the breeze.

All that was left were the carols, so up went the dial on the electrics and he got to scream teh twelve dys of Xmas while I jabbed what was visible on his private parts..... he sings wonderfully!

Due to the madness of the month, I have had to change my schedule for December. I think I have texted the clients I needed to, but just in case, my new dates are:

MONDAY 17th till FRIDAY 21st.

Note that I am BOOKED OUT Wednesday the 17th from one pm onward.

Still, I iwll have a new evil toy by then, yes, Santa has come early to good Mistresses, so keep reading to see when it arrives..

Now it is getting warm in Byron, so my house slave was pottering in the back garden, weeding, hobbled, of course, wearing seductive leopard skin french knickers and a skinny black top. He looked like total trailer trash, especially when he bent down to pull a weed. His bits kept dangling out, so they had to be restrained.

I sat under the umbrella with a tall campari and soda watching him. After a while the poor slave had worked up quite a sweat, so he was cooled off with a nice golden shower right there on the paving. Now if that kills the grass, he is up for more punishment.

Of course the sleep sack has no hood, and what is one with out it? I have always been as fan of latex an hoods, so this one just has my name all over it. Are you brave enough?? $180n US dollars...

http://www.extremerestraints.com/inflatable-three-hose-rubber-hood_194.html

And these latex bondage wraps..you do need about three lots, but sooo cool to mummify with: 

http://www.extremerestraints.com/latex-bondage-strips_267.html