OK. It has been far too long since I put something here. Yes, Janet and I still live as slave and Mistress. Yes, we still have bondage sex every night. I just don’t write about it much anymore.

So…  Every night after we put Ami to bed we both dress and makeup for our time together. It is not a bother to slither into a corset and high heel boots, fix my hair, do a bit of mascara and eyeshadow. This is us. This is actually real life.

I love Janet’s slave jewelry. We use common handcuffs occasionally but the locking stainless steel that we bought over the years has great meaning for us. I collar her with our ritual and instantly I am a slave owner. Two inch wide polished steel looks so good on her neck, wrists, and ankles. I own “hotbox,” my loving eager sex toy.

Her attitude and demeanor changes, so does mine. This is not a game. This is us. I sneer coldly at my bitch. She whimpers and pleads to please me. When I command her to spread her legs and lean back exposing herself, she does without question. If I whip her cunt or caress her is my choice. Perfectly real.

Last night was typical. I whipped her, demanding that she beg to lick me. She wanted to anyway but she had to beg nicely. She did. Quite poetic. So I shackled her in a very cruel hogtie and held her leash tightly.

Unfortunately, we do not have all night. Janet… or I should say “hotbox”… did me to perfection. Then I threw her onto her back and did her until she screamed her love for me.

I permitted her to sleep with her hands still cuffed behind her back. I left her leash loose but still locked on her collar. If she has to go potty in the middle of the night it will be good for her to drag six feet of chromed chain around.

She’s supposed to get up before me to get my coffee and so forth. I actually unchain her when she falls asleep. She does not like it, whimpering and complaining in her sleep, but it is easy to remove just the chain between her cuffs and her leash. I’ll unlock her collar and cuffs after my coffee… maybe.