My loyal bitch-boy has served me for two years and to celebrate his devotion to me and excellent servitude, I allowed him to accompany me to the Ritz for afternoon tea.

He was already excited because I had made him wear a new pair of pink panties I had given him as an anniversary gift, but anxious because he had to serve me immaculately in public in such an elegant, formal setting.

I allowed bitch-boy to watch me sip on my Champagne…I could see his throbbing, hard cock bulging through his trousers as he watched my beautiful hand and nails wrapped around the glass.

I ordered Darljeeling tea (of course) and allowed the poor little pig to serve me. Much to his credit and of course my strict training, he managed not to spill a drop! He had to sit there patiently, serving me sandwiches to begin with. I allowed him to sample my left overs after I had eaten my favourites…the smoked salmon, the ham and mustard…all the most decadent fillings!

Then bitch-boy was allowed to serve me the scones with the thick clotted cream and strawberry compote. As I bit into the delightful treat, I could see him fixating on my lips. Bitch-boy loves it when I wear red lipstick and I knew he could not wait to sample more of my leftovers; I knew he yearned for me at this point to spit the leftovers into his mouth.

Once I was satisfied I allowed bitch-boy to beg for my left over desserts in my ear…

I then immediately got up from the table and walked away to the ladies’ bathroom…bitch-boy could only wait patiently and watch me strut across the room in my high heels…

The next thing the poor soul would know is the vibrating of his phone…I had sent him a picture of my oh so very wet pussy and the juices stuck to my fingers: ‘do you want to taste my luscious lips, sweeter than any dessert at the table before you?’

I returned to the table, “romantically” hand-fed the lost puppy a macaroon before whispering softly, ‘you can taste it all in Berlin if you’re a good boy’! God he looked so broken and so pathetic…the mental torture continues…

Training my male slaves can be so tedious at times. They have all the enthusiasm of an eager puppy, but are so slow to learn. The whole process is tiresome, but at least I can derive much pleasure from teasing, torturing and abusing them as a means of punishment and behaviour correction.

However, I sometimes wonder if my energies would be better invested in finding myself a female sub to serve me where the dirty little swines fail to satisfy me!?!

Just a thought…

Lady J

A secluded house in the country became the scene for a decadent weekend filled with fine food, chocolate and Champagne served by a very obedient slave.

The house was immaculately decorated. Bitch-boy served me my morning tea in bed, provided my favourite meals and catered to my every need from foot rubs to shopping, to bubble baths and musical entertainment.

I was in such a festive and dare I say Christian spirit this Easter, I spoilt my dirty little pig by allowing him to follow me on his hands and knees around the house, to lick my sweet-smelling leather skirt and hot pink shoes, and to eat my left overs after meals. He was ever so pleased when I allowed him to taste my spit and thanked me profusely for allowing him to rest his head in my lap as I stroked his head like a puppy dog.

Yes, bitch-boy worked hard, but as the simple peasant he is, he managed to disappoint. Bitch-boy was 40 minutes late picking me up from the airport and failed to learn the lyrics to Lionel Richie’s ‘Stuck on You’ as ordered. As his punishment, and to my wicked pleasure, I dispensed 200 lashings on his bare behind. Oh how it excited me as his entire body shook and jolted in pain each time I struck him as he lay across my lap! Whether the pathetic fool succeeds or fails to obey my orders and meet my high expectations, it’s Win/Win for me!

What a wonderful weekend though…

Lady J

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I am giving all my devoted slaves the opportunity to make a joint effort and make contributions towards a new pair of Louboutin’s:

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The 25th slave who makes a contribution will get a free online session.

Be generous and make multiple donations if you want to earn a gold star!

Lady J

Tonight I accepted a new slave from Dubai into my stable (slave Paul). He’s got the smallest cock I have ever seen – such an amusing sight! For my fellow Mistresses’ amusement I have posted a picture of his cock in the losers gallery. Please share your comments on this blog – he loves being humiliated and I will make him transfer money for each humiliation he gets.

Slave Paul’s darkest fantasies are below:

“a brief summary of my darkest fantsy is to be brought in front of 2 strict women. i would be stripped naked and inspected very roughly…i would receive very cruel small penis humiliation before being spanked otk by both women….during the spanking i may receive soothing stroking of ass, cock and balls…..after the spanking i would be tied, face up for some cbt and gentle teasing strokes…..i would then be questioned by both women about my sexual inadequacy, about how past girlfriends may have felt when i was inside then and as much cruel psychological battery as possible….i could hpoe that i would be given release by them at the end…….another fantasy would be to be tied down while goddess is fucked by a large cock in the next room so i could hear her pleasure….then she would come and see me and tell me how good it was and how i could never do that….maybe you prefer more extreme types of humiliation?”

He’s such a pathetic loser, isn’t he? In our next online session I’ll have my bitch-boy fuck me in the room next door whilst slave Paul listens to my moaning. He’ll be told how he will never be able to fuck me and please me like my bitch-boy does (not that bitch-boy’s any good, but surely his large cock gives me more pleasure than that tiny little piece of meat that slave Paul has!). I can’t wait to see the loser’s reaction…watch this space!

slave Paul has been a good boy and sent me this gift voucher tonight:

Well done, you pathetic swine! Remember, your Goddess loves surprises…

When I arrived home this evening, I was delighted to find a new pair of Kurt Geiger shoes waiting for me. Made from fine Italian leather they are a sight for sore eyes and smell absolutely divine. As I tried them on for the very first time, a rush of excitement took over my body! My bitch-boy just loves to send me reminders of how lucky he is to have me to worship.

As a reward, I will visit him this weekend in Amsterdam, bringing his favourite shoes to clean. Such a shame though that my new latex skirt and top won’t be ready on time. I will have to make do with him just licking my heels and serving me the finest champagne and food all weekend. Such a hard life I lead…

Happy Easter my fellow Dommes and for all you peasants reading, be sure to follow my bitch-boy’

s good example and serve your Mistresses well!

Lady J

I am keeping myself busy today throwing away clothes and shoes I don’t need anymore. Bitch boy is next to me in his pink panties and heels (how pathetic he looks) and I am telling him what goes in the bin and what stays. When I am finished he has 1 hour to clean the mess and put all clothes and shoes neatly back where they belong. If he fails to meet with my high standards I’ll make him wear some of the old clothes I am throwing away and as a punishment he needs to get groceries in the local shop wearing female clothes (I am sure he’d get much attention from total strangers). Cant’ wait to get started…oh and by the way, I might be selling some of my old heels on here – watch this space!

Today I am also expecting to receive my new Kurt Geiger heels which bitch-boy ordered for me – how exciting! Check back for pictures shortly!

Need to go now, bitch-boy is ready for some action…

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My bitch-boy attempted to entertain me last weekend in Amsterdam with sight-seeing, shopping and fine dining. The sun shone and he enthusiastically carried my bags, gave me a superb tour and unearthed my deep love for pancakes.

On Saturday night, we walked the streets of the Red Light District. I fantasized about window-shopping for slave boys. Wouldn’t it be great, I thought, if all the filthy swines were on display in the windows begging for me to enslave them!?!

THEN we went to the famous live sex show…to be honest, it was rather boring watching vanilla people having vanilla sex. My bitch-boy could put on a better performance than all those so-called professionals!

Next time, bitch-boy had better put on an amazing performance or his ass will suffer the harsh review!

I command all of you filthy swines and pathetic losers to share what went through your dirty minds when you saw this picture. This is your chance to show your GODDESS and her followers your admiration!

The feedback I have received from the online BDSM community and the amount of slave applications have been overwhelming.

The last few days I have been busy training new slaves up to my high standards. I also managed to find some time for a couple of shopping trips to Central London (a girl can never own enough shoes!!!) with some of my most loyal slaves.

I thought I’d treat you pathetic losers to an eye candy - an outfit I recently wore during online sessions:

Enjoy the rest of the week and make sure you keep on worshipping me in the way I expect!

Lady Josephine