Personal Journal of toy (formerly known as Karen Emms) – Part 3

Our toy began writing a diary when she was caught. It gives a lot of insight into her feelings and emotions as well as it describes what happened to the Karen, the former housewife and how she became our slave, our toy. I will publish her diary with her consent and I didn’t change anything. I just added some pictures as far as I took the according pictures. Here comes part 3:

Trial Period, still Week Two: I am changing. I kneel before her wanting to please her. I kneel before her gagged with my hips jerking and my nipples driving me insane! I lift my eyes, barely able to move my head with the strict posture collar, and I realize that I want to please her. I realize that I am property. I realize that I am her property. Why…why do I want to please her? She has been cruel to me, taking me against my will, enslaving me, piercing me! Yet, I am learning that because of this dominance over me, that I actually find the need to please her.

Toy riding the pony Bronco

Toy riding the pony Bronco

She is training me for my purpose. I was forced to kneel before the slave Gebby. She spread her legs far apart. I felt my stomach begin to bunch up. I kissed her soft pink petals, tasting a woman for the first time. I was instructed to kiss her harder and lick her mound. She stroked her fingers through my hair. It was humiliating! I would be rewarded if I were able to make her cum. I licked her well. I sucked on her wet folds. I was ordered to swallow all her juices, or there would be consequences. Her taste is in my mouth and on my lips every time I see her now. Her juices cover my face. I was allowed to cum, forced to sit on a large dildo. I came like a whore in front of Miss Diomita. I was then stored away in my cage with my hands painfully bound in a reverse prayer. Can you imagine how I feel, painfully restrained until she returns? I am forced to kneel with my pussy dripping and my legs can’t stop shaking. I am to taste the woman the entire night and feel my desire between my thighs. I am shaking. I am in pain. I will kiss my owner’s feet and thank them when they return.

I realize with fright what I am. Today, Miss Diomita ordered me to clean her boots. I am rarely allowed to use my hands; today was no exception. I leaned down feeling the weight of those terrible bells tug on my tender nipples, while I used my mouth to clean her boots. I licked them well. I could taste the leather. I could taste the dirt she walked on. I felt my stomach turn, but there was this feeling of being owned. She dominates me unlike anything I have ever experienced. I feel weak at her feet. I feel my legs shake when she leashes me like an animal. As I licked her boots, I had this terrible image of me between her thighs. I licked her boots until my tongue and jaw ached, but I never stopped until she was satisfied. Why am I so wet? I am learning. I am a Toy. I am a sexual Toy. I am a sexual Toy that breathes and if I am not pleasing, I will be punished. I saw the whip marks on the other slave. I will beg and plead to pleasure Miss Diomita. She never allows me to use my hands. I am only allowed to use my mouth and tongue. I watch the other slaves bound in extremely tight rubber and I realize with fright how lucky I am to have my elbows pinned together.

Toy cleaning Diomita's boots

Toy cleaning Diomita’s boots

 

…. to be continued soon …

Dear Diary

It’s about time for another “Dear Diary” entry. So what is going on? First of all, Mistress Jenny took me into a longer, very intensive red light in the last week of August. She pushed me very deep into subspace. It is not easy to express in words what did happen but for sure Mistress is confirming her dominion. I am owned, I am hers and she sets the rules.

August 23rd: Mistress Jenny takes Dio into a red light

August 23rd: Mistress Jenny takes Dio into a red light

During my red light there was still a lot going around us. Mii (miisiek89.tenk) became closer to us. Mii loves bondage in particular and did appear already in the blog particularly when we had our bondage nights. This time it was more than just bondage. Mii became a submissive friend of ours. We used her and we introduced her to some basic rules. She had moments where we took advantage and others where we simply enjoyed her presence kneeling next to us. As our online times do not really match, for right now at least Mii will stay a close submissive friend of ours, following our rules when she’s around but free to follow her other activities during her online times.

Mistress Jenny and Mii in the dojo

Mistress Jenny and Mii in the dojo

We descided to keep slave Flo and Sklavin a bit like twins. First we had them in similar restraints and catsuits. The more important change for them is that we enforced their rule to speak only when spoken to. We used a nice little tool (the STFU gag from Daisy Creations) for enforcing. That worked out nicely and we were envied for the obedience of our slaves. But even harder then being forced by a tool is to be forced by a simple command. This way we taught slave Flo to use emoting for describing what you can see and not for communication. Both slaves managed the assignment pretty well and were rewarded as we allowed them to enjoy eachother  one night.

slave Flo enjoying sklavin

slave Flo enjoying Sklavin

We finished August with a family night, just chatting and that night our toy (karen.emms) did show up. It was fun having her around. We still don’t know how things will develop for and with her but right now, it is fun to tease her and to enjoy her helplessness.

A Family night August 31st: Mii, Mistress Jenny, Dio, slave Flo and toy

A Family night August 31st: Mii, Mistress Jenny, Dio, slave Flo and toy

While this was going on, Mistress Jenny kept me in deep submissiveness. And she exposed me in public when we had a quiet moment together. I could sense her pride as well as her strictness and power. As mentioned in the beginning of this post it was a very intense experience for me.

Dio at her place at Mistress Jenny's feet

Dio at her place at Mistress Jenny’s feet

We started September with a mini “Enjoying bondage” night as we took Mii and sklavin to Ropers playground and secured them nicely next to eachother. We ourselves were sitting comfortably on a couch and watched Paige (paige.umino) who danced for us on a dance pole. Paige is another submissive friend of ours who we lost contact with. She developed a lot in our opinion and we enjoyed her presence which is rare due to timezones. In the second picture you can see a young woman standing behind the couch near me. This is Ashley (AshleyAnneLove.resident). She was a stray slave, very willing and watched us quite a while. We took her home and claimed her. We might sell her or use her or simply have fun. We don’t know yet.

Sept 1st: Mii and sklavin tied up at Ropers playground

Sept 1st: Mii and sklavin tied up at Ropers playground

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Sept 1st: At Ropers playground, sklavin’s view on Mistress Jenny, Dio and Paige (dancing)

By the end of the first September week Mistress Jenny released me of my red light. She intends to grant a green light to me soon but I need time to recover in order to get out of subspace. We continued to form twin slaves from slave Flo and sklavin. So one night we took sklavin to our dungeon and shaved her hair with a razor and cutted out the word “slave”. Now sklavin wears the same hair cut as slave Flo. But her hair can grow again as opposed to slave Flo’s hair that is not growing anymore because of a disease. After shaving her hair we dressed the slaves simliar but in different colours. Well you still can tell who is who but both please us as we have fun. If your take a closer look you might see that I wear my jewelery collar again :-).
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Dio, slave Flo, Jenny and sklavin at DaD

Dio, slave Flo, Jenny and sklavin at DaD

Dio, Ashley, Jenny and sklavin at Gwen's slave storage

Dio, Ashley, Jenny and sklavin at Gwen’s slave storage

On September 6th we had a rare visit: Coco McGinnis. For us she’s still Dana (dana.drezelan), our former slave who we sold last year. Coco is still having fun exploring the more extreme sides of slavery in SL. She does look ..ehm.. extrem *winks*. I’m sure that just looking a her does scare our slaves.

Dio with Coco McGinnis (dana.drezelan)

Dio with Coco McGinnis (dana.drezelan)

I’ll end this post with a family picture that I took on Monday, September 7th. Funny but we really had our Sunday night on a Monday. Usually at a Sunday night everybody drops in and it isn’t possible to do anything else but chat. That Monday we had our Sunday night. And we enjoyed it! Jenny and I were cuddling at the decking and were surrounded by our slaves and subs and Argi added the spice and fun to our conversation not only with her very particular Argi-vocabular.

Sept. 7th: A Sunday night on a Monday. Jenny and Dio cuddling surrounded by Gero, Ashley, Flo, Paige and Argi (standing)

Sept. 7th: A Sunday night on a Monday. Jenny and Dio cuddling surrounded by Gero, Ashley, Flo, Paige and Argi (Standing)

Personal Journal of toy (formerly known as Karen Emms) – Part 2

Our toy began writing a diary when she was caught. It gives a lot of insight into her feelings and emotions as well as it describes what happened to the Karen, the former housewife and how she became our toy. I will publish her diary with her consent and I didn’t change anything. I just added some pictures as far as I took the according pictures. Here comes part 2:

Day Four: The Belt. Today they fitted me with a belt. I thought there was a fight in me, but I can’t take this much longer. They are giving me rules. Today I learned to kiss their feet when greeting. I barely resisted and they gagged me for speaking out of turn. They fitted the belt and turned on a bullet vibrator. Do you have any idea how badly my body was shaking? They took me to another public place and flaunted my cumming body. It’s only been four days and I am already giving in. I keep telling myself, I don’t like woman. I will escape and have my revenge, but I am losing it. They locked me up in the cage again. I know when they return tomorrow, I will bow to them and greet them by kissing their feet and I will not speak unless allowed. What the hell is happening to me? Why the fuck are my legs still shaking and why is my pussy wet and aching? I hate them!

Day Five: I slept from complete exhaustion. Today I immediately greeted both woman as Miss Diomoita and Miss Jenny and leaned down to kiss their feet. I guess I was slow, so I will need to do better. I was given rules. Lots of rules. I’m afraid I will forget a rule. They told me my nipples will be clamped soon. I can’t even imagine the pain I will feel. I wanted to scream, but I knew they would simply gag me. They took me out again in public. Strangers look me upon and many whisper in my ear. I wonder if my owners know? I can’t believe I am calling them my owners! They brought me home to a different room filled with painful pictures of woman in bondage and a large bed. I am to pick one picture that excites me. What am I to do? If I pick the one that excites me the most, they will bind me in such a manner, but maybe if I lie, they will take it easy on me. I think I am about to be placed in an armbinder. Oh God. I don’t think my arms can bend like that anymore. Tonight I cried myself to sleep and thought about the pictures and what tomorrow brings. I hope they don’t have clamps.

Day Six: I’m losing track of time. I feel total and complete frustration! I am a slave. I am left bound in a cage with my arms bound painfully behind my back. I feel like a whore! Why the hell am I so excited? Why is my pussy dripping? FUCK! I am obeying her…both of them. I lean into her hand when she pets my hair. I am quicker to kiss their feet to greet, but I still must be faster. Today I was fitted with an armbinder. I’m too old to have my elbows pinned together and locked in a sleeve, it hurts to strain my body! I have no choice. Someone help me please! I will learn. I am being trained. I thought I would be able to resist, but the fight in me is already lost. My body has become needy. My body is arched to relieve the pressure of my pinned arms and it pronounces my pressed out and exposed tits. I want to scream, my nipples are now hard. You try being chained up and restrained like I am and not give in. It’s not easy!

One Week: Has it really been one week? It feels like a year. They tell me my family has stopped looking for me. The reports of a missing housewife have stopped. There is no escape. My arms hurt so bad, my shoulders ache bound in this armbinder. I cried most of the night, but now I understand the reason my elbows are pinned together. My body is forced to arch, and with that my tits are pressed out to present themselves and more pronounced. They pulled and pinched my nipples until they became very hard, then pierced them! They placed small bells on my nipples. I screamed. I am screaming now. Just when I think there is nothing left in me, they take something else. I can’t go on. I leaned down to kiss their feet as they left me in the cage to heal and I thanked them. I could feel the weight of the bells pull on my hardened nipples and jingle when I move. It’s the most humiliating thing I have ever experienced. I don’t wish to move. Just the slightest movement of my body causes my tits to swing and jiggle. I believe they are there to remind me each and every moment that I am a slave. I will cry the entire night.

Week Two: I will not be marking the number of days anymore. What’s the point? I did not sleep at all last night. I am still hyperventilating! The bells. The bells jingled the entire night. The bells weigh enough to constantly tug on my nipples. I am aroused constantly. My hips never stop jerking, pulsing, and twitching. My nipples are swollen. My nipples ache. My nipples hurt so bad. Why am I so wet? I am filled with anxieties to kiss my owner’s feet because when my body leans over, the bells swing and jingle. There is nothing left of me that was a housewife. I am a slave. I kissed their feet to greet and when they went to sleep. I am conforming to their rules. My body aches so much. I cry the entire day and night. I can’t possibly make it. I don’t care to move. The bells jingle. I keep telling myself I will get used to it. Somebody help me please!

toy Karen with a stranger exposed at Ropers playground

toy Karen with a stranger exposed at Ropers playground

toy Karen with a stranger exposed at Ropers playground - in the background: Dio, slave FLo and Jenny

toy Karen with a stranger exposed at Ropers playground – in the background: Dio, slave Flo and Jenny

I am leashed and dragged along, as if I am an animal. I am placed on public display. Strangers are entertained by my arousal brought on by the constant teasing of my owner. I am so humiliated! Today I actually started begging Miss Diomita. What is becoming of me?

…to be continued soon …..

Personal Journal of toy (formerly known as Karen Emms) – Part 1

Our toy began writing a diary when she was caught. It gives a lot of insight into her feelings and emotions as well as it describes what happened to the Karen, the former housewife and how she became our slave, our toy. I will publish her diary with her consent and I didn’t change anything. I just added some pictures as far as I took the according pictures.

I decided to keep a journal, though I find it very hard to write in the conditions that I am kept. For now, I will try to keep the thoughts in my head, though I doubt I could ever forget them. Where do I begin? Well, lets start with:

Day One: I was out meeting some friends at a restaurant. I wore my best short pleated leather skirt with that white shirt that I like to button once and tie at midriff. It was girls night out, so I put on a pair of black nylons with a garter belt and a matching pair of silken panties. Oh, and let’s not forget the Louboutin high heels!

That’s when I was taken. I decided to keep a journal of my feelings, not necessarily the details of what happened. I want to keep track of what I am feeling, because once I get out of here, I am so calling the police and tracking this bitch down! I will get out! The lesbian bitch raped me! I was completely humiliated when she began fingering me and to my surprise I had an orgasm. I doubt I will ever tell anyone this outside of my journal. I would never have sex with another woman!

Dio inspecting the new slave Karen

Dio inspecting the new slave Karen

Day Two: I hardly slept at all. I imagined that I would be home by now. I slept in a cage with my arms bound in front of me and my ankles restrained. I was then chained to a post in the floor. I am completely humiliated baring my naked body and chained like some sort of animal. Once I get out of here and notify the police, this lesbian bitch will have me to deal with! I’m not sure I will ever get over what happened yesterday, but today has only become worse. She pulled me out once again and had me stand in front of another slave. This poor black girl was directed to lick my pussy! I couldn’t even look at the girl. Her nipples are cruelly pierced! The girl did not stop until I relented and came like some whore. To make matters worse, she bit my clit once finished! I would never admit this to anyone, but that was probably one of the biggest orgasms I ever experienced. I can’t explain it, but the pain did something that I have never experienced. My legs were shaking the rest of the day.

slave Flo spoiling Karen with her tongue - Kitty and Dio supervising

slave Flo spoiling Karen with her tongue – Kitty and Dio supervising

Day Three: I hardly slept again. When the lesbian bitch pulled me out from the cage like an animal, she told me I am to be referred to as “Toy”. She then introduced me to her lover, another lesbian. I tell you, once I am out of this place, there will be hell to pay! They forced me up on my feet and slipped a metal hook into my ass, then pulled me up on my feet! I was freaking out! My wrists were placed in a spreader bar attached to my neck. They also attached some sort of large posture collar, so that I cannot move my head much. I am extremely vulnerable and you can imagine how humiliating it was for me to be on my tippy toes straining my calves, trying not to have this hook pull any harder in my ass. The lesbian bitch, who I must now refer to as Miss Diomita, cupped my pussy and very lightly played with it as if she owned it. Can you imagine? I was so embarrassed because I knew what she would find. I was as wet as can be. I don’t know why, its not like I like woman. She slapped my pussy and to my humility, I became even more excited. I was extremely angry with myself. I was then put on display in public! I was forced to kneel in some public place filled with other people with the same interest. Naked. Leashed. Restrained. I wanted to SCREAM!

 

Jenny, slave Flo, and Diomita exposing toy Karen at The Secret House club

Jenny, slave Flo, and Diomita exposing toy Karen at The Secret House Club

 

…. part 2 following soon….

Dear Diary

It’s time for another diary post about what’s going on with the Eurobrats besides the collaring of sklavin (gebby.resident) last week.
There’s still the new maid Sophie (justacow) who had been rarely online latest. But she showed up again yesterday and cleaned the house. Thus she helped slave Flo at least a bit as slave Flo has to do at least the dusting as long as we have no regular maid. We will see if the maid can serve more often.

Dio and maid sophie

Dio and maid Sophie

Then there’s also our “housewife” karen (karen.emms), the “toy”, who we kidnapped weeks ago. We decided to demand a ransom for her – and will either take the money or keep her. That might take a bit time though, so we will have to see what will happen. We’re going to publish the diary of toy that we found in her room (I know some would call it a cell).
(Remark: We will have to wait if RL and timezone issues can be resolved)

Toy aka Karen, the housewife (karen.emms)

Toy aka Karen, the housewife (karen.emms)

Last week we began to change our homeplace Mount Everst. We’re planning just moderate changes. So far we moved our dungeon from a skybox to an hidden cave on our island. We plan to have all family activities on our island itself and to have the skyboxes just as a retreat for Jenny and me. That kept us busy during the last week and will take several additional weeks as we don’t want to rush and want to have enough time left for playing and for ourselfs. When we’re done, there will be a post and some pictures.
When we were not building last week we relaxed in the clubs. One night slave Flo was a bit bigheaded again which provided a nice reason to discipline her with a tight hood and a chastity belt. We decided that slaves should show solidarity and thus sklavin was also hooded. Don’t they look just perfect like this?

Jenny and Dio with slave Flo and sklavin at the club "The Secret House"

Jenny and Dio with slave Flo and sklavin at the club “The Secret House”

Well, that’s it for right now…..

Maurer’s Sklavin (Gebby) collared

Sklavin Gebby

sklavin Gebby

It’s been a while that we collared a sub or slave. But as of yesterday, August 10th, 2015 we can report that we have a new family member: We collared Gebby (gebby.resident). Gebby is a slave from Germany, so in our timezone or close to our timezone respectively. She was very obedient and patient ever since she knelt at our feet the frist time June 22nd, 2015. Gebby is to be kept bound or leashed. She’s not rebellious nor does she complain, nonetheless she needs to feel the power and supremacy of her superiors constantly to keep her  behaviour perfect. Just recently we dedicated a seperate room for her, well it’s a tiny room, some may call it a cage. It’s not really comfy, but she can stick her head out of it. Well, to be even more precise, her head has to be out as there’s no further space for it in her room and her head is locked sticking out of her room. And we placed a table clothes over her “room” and put a flower on it.

August 10th, 2015: The collaring of Sklavin Gebby

August 10th, 2015: The collaring of sklavin Gebby

Gebby has rules and we keep adding to them although she already has quite a lot to follow. One of her major rules it that she is not allowed to speak unless spoken to. Her full attention has to be focused on us only. She’s our decoration when we go out, we tease and use and abuse her for our pleasure and of course there are other services she has to do to please us. Our pleasure and satisfaction are her reward. To differentiate her from slave Flo, we call her sklavin, which is the German word for slave. Consequently her display name is Maurer’s sklavin. She’s our property now. Welcome to the family, Maurer’s sklavin!

The collaring of sklavin Gebby August 10th, 2015: Maurer's sklavin with her owners Jenny and Diomita Maurer and the collaring witnesses slave Flo and Kitty Maurer

The collaring of sklavin Gebby August 10th, 2015: Maurer’s sklavin with her owners Jenny and Diomita Maurer and the collaring witnesses slave Flo and Kitty Maurer

Maurer's sklavin with her final collar

Maurer’s sklavin with her final collar

Enjoying Bondage July 2015: Home party

Enjoying Bondage July 2015: The home Party starts with Kitty watching slave Flo teasing toy Karen

Enjoying Bondage July 2015: The home party starts with Kitty watching slave Flo teasing toy Karen

I had in mind a “classic” bondage night for July’s entry about enjoying bondage. But sometimes things change spontaneously and thus we had a home party for this month’s post. Jenny was at work and I had to keep the family under control. That’s usually not a difficult job but that night we had quite a full house. It started with one of our newest additions: “toy” Karen (Karen.Emms) who was online. And also our Kitty was online (rare enough during our European prime time) and slave Flo was there too. As I still had to test and stretch “toy” Karen’s limits I ordered slave Flo to tease her. I can tell slave Flo had success *winks*.
Later sklavin Gebby joined the Party …. and then there was Virgo, who was still under our control after a Friday night party. Virgo is not really a short woman, as opposed to she’s really tall even without heels, but she had her plateau heels on and that made her towering the group of bond women. I think, that picture alone is worth a post.

Enjoying bondage July 2015: Virgo towering the scene with Dio and the bound girls sklavin, toy, slave Flo and Kitty

Enjoying bondage July 2015: Virgo towering the scene with Dio and the bound girls sklavin, toy, slave Flo and Kitty

Last but not least a close up from me and sklavin Gebby, toy Karen and slave Flo:

Enjoying bondage July 2015: Dio and the bound girls sklavin Gebby, toy Karen, slave Flo and Kitty

Enjoying bondage July 2015: Dio and the bound girls sklavin Gebby, toy Karen, slave Flo and Kitty

Looking forward to the next bondage night!

sklavin and toy

We would like to make it known that we are claiming the right to own two slaves that have come into our possession.

Gebby (gebby.resident) was roaming free and seemed lost. Since we have taken her under our wing and kept her secure she has responded well and will be an asset to us.
Karen (Karen.Emms) was unfortunate enough to stray too close to us when Diomita was in a particularly forceful frame of mind. We may have taken Karen, the former housewife, against her wishes but she has lost her will to escape.

Both slaves are going to be officially collared by us soon. Should anyone wish to show us that they already own either of these slaves they have to present us with the evidence soon.

slave Flo with her sister slaves to be "toy" Karen and "Sklavin" Gebby

slave Flo with her sister slaves to be “toy” Karen and “Sklavin” Gebby

Dear Diary

It’s about time to write a little bit about our new guests at our homesim. After our family shrunk we were open for new subs and slaves and we went out hunting. So far there is in particular Gebby (gebby.resident), who is already on trial for our collar. So she might be our second slave besides slave Flo. Gebby is a slave who is held leashed and restricted all the time. It’s better for her to know that there’s no way out and it motivates her to obey. To differentiate the two we call her sklavin and Flo is called slave. Be aware that sklavin should only speak when spoken to and we enforce that most of the time.

Diomita and sklavin Gebby at The Secret House

Diomita and sklavin Gebby at The Secret House

slave Flo, Jenny, Diomita and Sklavin Gebby at Persian Lesbian Palace

slave Flo, Jenny, Diomita and sklavin Gebby at Persian Lesbian Palace

In addition we “hired” a maid, if hiring is the right word. Her name is Spohie (justacow.resident), but the name doesn’t really mind, she’s simply the maid. The maid caught our attention by her profile text about maids that I’ll share here: “A good maid must be almost invisible. As a maid you are a useful addition but not family or a friend. You are something they need, not someone they want around. You are noticed either when you demand attention, which means you are violating the privacy of your betters, or because you don’t do your job properly, which makes you a useless burden. Serving properly as a maid is a very demanding job. All of your senses must be focused on your service, obedience must be outstanding. At the same time it can be very lonely. Even in social events, or especially during them, you will be nothing more than animated furniture. And you will do your best to be the most useful piece of furniture. You are no more than a piece of the backdrop. And how good it is depends on how you perform your duties.” We will of course help the maid to live up to her attitudes.

The maid Sophie

The maid Sophie

What else? I caught a housewife. Yes, really! I met her at HBC and she is seriously roleplaying a housewide, with husband and two kids, who got into trouble and who’s way more horny than you would suppose. Her name is Karen (karen.emms). Slave Flo calls her “mum Karen”, I tend to call her by her future position “slave”. We’ll certainly find a fitting nickname for her later, maybe “toy”. So far, we explore and test what she’s good for. And I can tell, she forgets the world around her, once she’s excited *winks*

Diomita inspecting

Diomita inspecting “housewife” Karen. What might slave Flo smell?

20150718 wasteofspace_002Last but not least we gave home to a slave that was abandoned by her owner. Slaves should be sold and not simply left alone. Anyway, we wrote to her owner that she can pick her up from us, otherwise we’ll claim her. This slave, her slave name is still Cocoo (wastofspace00.resident), is held by us in a tiny head cage. Although she’s a bit more talkative than qt was, she kind of reminds us of qt. Cocoo is our new bondage toy, kept bound and restricted permanently. So if you see the tiny head cage in front of the slideshow filled…the one inside is slave Cocoo. If we claim her, we’ll select a nicer name for her and of course we will avoid wasting too much space for her.

Diomita with Cocoo (wasteofspace00) locked into her tiny cage

Diomita with Cocoo (wasteofspace00) locked into her tiny cage

That’s about the news to be saved here in our diary blog.

Big-headed

Our slave Flo is very dedicated and truely enslaved. As she often was the only brat around lately, our play did focus on her. Could it be that slave Flo got a bit big-headed? Yes! And Jenny found the right way to cure it. You certainly saw those mesh horse heads that ponies wear lately. I admit that with the right gear the ponies do really look very “ponyish”. Well, Jenny had more in mind that these heads are really big. And they are available in all colours and in latex and leather. So you can guess, what we did ….

Mistress Jenny with big-headed slave Florence

Mistress Jenny with big-headed slave Florence

The big-headed slave Florence. Doesn't she look cute?

The big-headed slave Florence. Doesn’t she look cute?

Jenny and Dio with big-headed slave FLorence visiting The Secret House

Jenny and Dio with big-headed slave FLorence visiting The Secret House

Right now the cure did help. We just have to mention the big-head to slave Flo and she gives in immediately *winks*. I admit, we had fun in addition!

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