We didn’t have a lot about Angelique in this blog lately. Angelique, our brat, our niece, was and is a quite independant sub and seeking her own way of role play. Lately she’s very happy and having fun and excitement in SL again. Her new superior, K. Parks, is taking her into “regression”. This kind of kink is hard to describe. There is a definition on Wikipedia for regression but that doesn’t fit for the kind of bdsm kink that Angelique is experiencing (is there any description of “bdsm regression” in the net?). Anyway. regression takes Angelique back into being a young wayward girl. She has to wear retro girl outfits. She has to wear cuffs and she’s humiliated, admonished and exposed. And we know about Angelique’s weakness for plastic panties, do we? Last Friday night Angelique attended our party. Actually K. had ordered her to do so and to show herself and her outfit. Of course I had to save that for the diary. We hope, that our niece will continue having a good time!
04 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
28 Mar 2016 1 Comment
Angelique visited an island where demons and witches live. She saw a maid there cleaning and talked a while with her. And soon after she started an adventure as maid at that island. Maid Angelique is now dressed in a mandotory full rubber uniform.
And she got a lot of instructions of course. She had to change her name to “maid” and she lost her former life, her profile as well as her social network (the groups in SL). She wears a particular collar and she’s restricted to the island where she has to do all necessary chores. Her life is restricted to work and serve as it should be for a good maid. We’re curious to hear more from Angelique’s newest adventure and hopefully to see more pictures.
06 Mar 2016 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Angelique Teskat, Della Randt, Diomita Maurer, Jenny Maurer, Lochme, Mistress Jenny, Mount Everest, Sarah Fhang, Second Life, Slave Flo, Starbright Wingtips, The Cyprian Terrace, The Secret House
Just one week ago we had the Saturday mess …. and now the refurbisment of our island within Mount Everest is done, at least for right now. I did some final adjustments and I changed the landing board map. So feel free to visit. And Angelique got a little private area for her own up in the sky. It is a private area and cannot be reached with the teleport network system.
Jenny is in charge and she locked my heavy collar around my neck a week ago, thus I was very aware of her during my building activities. This afternoon Mistress asked me to wear a short black dress and the ballet boots. After this busy week I went exploring The Cyprian Terrace today. There are a lot of lovely spots and also some toys and racks to use. Being at The Cyprian Terrace … and seeing a very exposed rack, I became naughty made several selfies and stayed there waiting for Mistress Jenny coming online. I bet you like the pictures.
Actually it took a while until Mistress Jenny came to pick me up. We had already chatted and caught up and she wanted to show me something at home when I asked her to pick me up. Mistress was quite surprised to find me in chains.
Instead of unlocking me she smiled and thanked for the gift and before removing the last chains she attached the armbinder. She decided to keep me locked for tonight and to expose her tied-up property.
She added a gag, restricted IM and began roaming with me at her leash. That was quite a quiet night for me. Mistress visited Sarah with me, we had a short visit to The Secret House together with slave Flo and then we visited Lochme where we met Starry and Della. Mistress joined the chatting about cookies and politics while I knelt quietly at her side enjoying her presence.
After all the building work that was really an enjoyable night and Mistress did take me home after Lochme for a bit of togetherness. Thank you, Mistress Jenny.
06 Sep 2015 1 Comment
The Uniform Punishment Group had attracted her attention for quite a while already. Nothing excites Angelique more then being exposed in public. If anyone notices her plastic panties she wants to hide and to sink into the ground. So this group seems to be made for her. And finally Angelique started her experience 3 weeks ago. This is her diary and I kept it mostly unchanged and just formated it. So it is just like Angelique presented it to me and also the illustrating pictures were taken by her. Enjoy reading….
(As this is a log from days I am online it could be there are days missing)
Several months after joining the group “Uniform Punishment” I started the training. My trainers looked all nice and helped me with the ten rules.
2. She should look childish or silly in it, not ‘sexy’, so that she feels ridiculous wearing it;
3. It should require effort to keep it looking clean and smart so that it is an irksome task to prepare it for her punishment session
4. It should be awkward to attire herself in it and fiddly to keep looking precisely right
5. It should offer plenty of scope for failing to reach the required standard of presentation
6. Uniform rules should encompass all aspects of her personal presentation and grooming, not just the clothes themselves
7. She must know the uniform rules in detail and be able to recite them or write them down on demand
8. She must know how to present herself for any aspect of uniform inspection and the correct responses to give to any enquiry concerning her uniform
9. She should be required to consider why she has been put into uniform and acknowledge how she looks in it and why she deserves to have been put back into uniform.
10. Anything which increases for her the humilation of being put back into uniform is to be considered as an advantage
– a pair of heavy pvc wellingtons
– a heavy pvc rain coat
– pvc bloomers
– as top there were no restrictions as long it was simple and sober.
I looked stupid in them, and felt humiliated. From moment I was wearing it I started sweating getting hot. Sir C just laughed at my request to take at least the raincoat off.
Nothing much happened until the moment trainer Lady D took me and a few others apart for a lesson. She told us we were similar a animals. I hate her for that. Anyway she taught us some basic commands that we had to follow. It was an awful lesson, and I had troubles staying focussed. Lady D noticed it and took me apart, telling me that my thoughts and opinion don’t make any difference for her. I decided to myself to avoid her as much as possible. Nothing more noteworthy happened afterwards.
I saw Sir C, after greeting properly he told me I was a good student and deserved a treat. He gave me a lovely dress that I had to wear with some high heels. I was happy and proud about myself for this nice complement.
Then he said I had to wear plastic panties under the dress. I couldn’t believe my ears and looked desperate at him, begging to reconsider it and letting me wear normal panties. But, as I should have known, he was inexorable and I had to wear plastic panties. “Nobody will know besides me and you”, he said. That thought reassured me, but later he ordered me to tell Madame A what kind of panties I was wearing. I wanted to vanish … but of course that didn’t happen, and I told Madame A deeply blushing about my plastic panties. She just smiled and said “very good, you need it”.
When arriving several trainers were present and one said “It’s time for your nose piercing ring Angelique”. My eyes widened shocked not believing my ears and I looked almost begging at Sir C “please say something”. Of course he didn’t, instead he took position behind me and placed his hands at my head fixating it. My protests were ignored as Lady D took some tools from out of her purse.
The following minutes felt like hours. I sensed an intense stabbing pain at my nose, my knees twitched and tears popped out my eyes. The nose ring was placed.
I got a few minutes after that to take grip of myself before I got ordered to redress in some embarrassing uniform.
Today Sir C ordered me to redress in my cleaners outfit but had to left out the pants.
“Go cleaning the toilets, when I am back make sure they are clean”, he said, “If you are done with your task before I am back you are allowed to go to HBC (Heavy Bondage Club). But, ….you are not allowed to change uniform”.
I looked upset at him , whispering “I will stay here Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow and said “No, you will not!”. I don’t know why, but somehow he saw I was far from happy with that order.
“What’s wrong girl?”, he asked. I hesitated to answer, because I did know he didn’t want to hear complains. He must have noticed what was bothering me because he started laughing and said “you are allowed to add the cleaning pants”.
I sighed in relief “thank you Sir”.
After my task I went to HBC as told and there I saw my aunties. I felt ashamed they had to see me in my cleaning uniform, as my aunties asked several questions about it. Ashamed I did my best to answer all the questions they had truthfully but they seemed not convinced. I was relieved as their attention turned to someone else after a while.
After greeting everyone I was allowed to change in something more decent, the Sunday uniform. Yay at last. Strangely enough, I had to wear it with the heavy pvc wellingtons in black. But it felt clearly like Sunday.
Today Sir C said that it’s time for me to wear just a cute apron. I had to wear the heavy pvc wellingtons in black as shoes. And as my plastic panties are obligatory they were very exposed, which made me feel deeply embarrassed. Besides that I had a hairstyle, that I used to have when I was way younger. My request to change in something less revealing was denied, as well as changing my childish hairstyle. I had to face the fact I had to wear what I was wearing for longer time.
Still in my silly yet cute apron and plastic panties.
I visited home and saw my beloved auntie Diomita. We had a nice talk, although I found myself ashamed in my outfit that I did wear now for more then one day.
I saw Sir C and was hoping he would allow me to change outfit. And yes he did, but was I happy with it? Not really, no I was not. Sir C called it a dress, but it was more a blouse then something else. It was short so my plastic panties peeked out under it. I was also not allowed to change my hairstyle. Alternatively, if I really wanted it, I was allowed to change it in a ponytail. Which I did later that day.
When I asked permission to change my panties I was told to come with an alternative. I was not allowed to come up with something I would feel comfortable in. I didn’t had an alternative, so I got an assignment to have an alternative within two days.
I did a lot of shopping today trying to find the alternative panties, without success.
Nothing more noteworthy happened afterwards.
An other attempt to find alternative panties, again without success. Madame A told me to change Outfit. It was a relief seeing what she choose for me. And she also allowed me to change my hairstyle.
A big day today, I am extremely nervous as I will have to face Sir C. He summoned me the moment he arrived, and was very direct with his question. My heart stopped for a moment when i showed him the panties I had chosen. He didn’t say a word, instead he gave me a blouse, “wear it now, leave the panties on” he said.
I felt so embarrassed having to change my Outfit in front of all the others. My panties were extremely exposed because the blouse was very short and reached just above my belly button. It felt like I was standing like this for ages, but it were just a few minutes until Sir C gave me a leather skirt. “Wear this too”, he said, “and some nylons”. I slipped quickly into the skirt hoping it would cover my panties completely but it didn’t. Bad luck for me, the skirt was short too, the panties peeked out above the skirt and …. well … everyone who would look closer could see them under it. I didn’t dare to protest knowing it would only get worse. Sir C nodded approvingly and said “this will be your uniform for the coming days.”
Nothing more happened afterwards.
Nothing happened today.
21 Feb 2015 1 Comment
Today marks Angelique Maurer’s 3rd collaring day. Jenny and I are very happy to have Angelique around us and in our family. Angelique might be one of the most patient persons who I know. More than 3 years ago she came into our Second Life. She watched, she stood close by and listened, she never interfered unasked, she waited for us to have time to talk with her, she roleplayed. Roleplaying is Angelique’s strength. She does is that well, that I sometimes can’t differentiate between her roleplay and her real emotions. Her roleplay might aim for being punished, for getting what she secretly wants but doesn’t dare to say openly or it might be that she really doesn’t like something. It really took time to get as close to her as we are today. We are her aunts, her protectors, her base for her SL. And we get love and loyality of our niece in return – and the fun of roleplaying with her every once in a while. Up until today, Angelique is patient. She waits for us to have time when she wants to talk about something. She never claims priority. She is our angel. We do hope to have her around us for many years to come and we wish that she is rewarded with good roleplays, that she meets people who understand how she is: a brat, a kinky person, a cute young woman, a good observer, a wonderful friend and our angel.
Thank you for being you, Angelique!
09 Jul 2014 Leave a comment
in about family members, Uncategorized Tags: Angelique Teskat, Dana Maurer, Diomita Maurer, Euro Brats, Florence Riddler, Jenny Maurer, Maids in SL, Maurers' kitty, Ronapotter, Second Life, Switzerland, World Cup 2014
Again slave Flo wrote about her life for our blog. According to her counting this is chapter 12 now (all are published, but some chapters were put up as one entry in this blog). We will use her counting from now on. So this is chapter 12. This time she even took and processed a lovely picture to illustrate the entry. Thank you for writing and documentating, Flo. Although enslaved, we love you dearly. Enjoy reading!
Long time since the last few sentences from Flo – the little doc. Since many weeks she is close without any mistakes. Doing her daily dusting every afternoon, alone and without any complaints… just…one time she took all her courage and told Mistress Diomita that the ball she had to bite on is hardly battered and the the feather is really obsolete. Her Mistress did not care for and so little doc had to use them and tighten the straps even stronger to keep up her good work in dusting. some would say there are more undies. Mistress Jenny took her to shopping and purchased for Flo a wonderful white leather corset and a nice thong in same material. Something unbelievable occurred one day…. her Mistress Jenny called her by name “Flo” not slave … no “Flo” – it was like jingle bells in her ears – Flo was so happy to hear – therefor Flo gave much more attention in doing correct the please her Mistresses. or correct wear ballet boots. Flo is very skilled in walking on such high heels and balances with elegance aside her Mistresses. Flo is a honest prissy slave.
One scene was very hard for her to understand as Mistress Diomita punished her lovely niece Angelique. Each stroke of her hard slaps had burned in her own brain like arrows of fire. Poor Angelique did not tell to Flo why she received that hard punishment. Flo became witness of several new girls like Chianna or rona. Rona has fulfilled her trial and became one of my new step sisters. Flo admires the high level of rona’s submission and her skills as creative one – therefor Mistress Diomita gave her the title “Künstlerin”.
For the start-up Party of the football WC her Mistresses gave her a suitable bikini in the colors of her country – Flo was happy as she never has been even the thong was that tiny and showed more than covered. This bikini was worn on every game of her team, but as the Swiss team lost against Argentina it has seen the last use of. Flo was’nt sad about the result as she told us she’s proud that her team hasplayed 120 minutes longer in world cup than UK, Portugal, Spain and Italy.
The family is growing as Dana came back as well as Kitty. Since Kitty is back there is someone close by who always is teasing Flo with something like “helmet”. Flo knows well but doesn’t show any reactions as these times had been very hard for her – but its long time ago.
I love you my Mistresses and kisses you both on your…..
little doc Flo