Aww, Such Pathetic Slaves.

Mistress Katie again, dears. All I keep reading is how much you miss your precious Mistress B. Well guess what, she's not saitisfed with all your pathetic whining for her to visit this blog again anytime soon. What have you done for her lately? Is it her responsibility to make sure you all stay subservient and loyal?

I think you all need to prove to her why she should even think about coming back for a visit. oh and it isn't my job to tell you how either. Think outside the box, that shouldn't be hard for perverts like yourselves haha.

I will give you a bit of inspiration though, just think about being locked up in one of these while Mistress B holds the key. She could hang it from her necklace or from an ankle bracelet or just loan the key out to her friends to tease you. Or Maybe, just maybe she'd lock you up and toss the key in the garbage disposal! haha! Now that would be wonderful wouldn't it?



Haha So long for now, pathetic perverts.

Hello Everyone.

I am Mistress Katie. My precious little girl, Mistress B, is still focused on gettin better and she asked me to look in on you. It really is darling the way she asks me for favors, I'm still the only person she submits to. Anyway, I've gotten to looking around on here and I've begun to see how kind she is you, her little "darlings" haha. Count yourselves lucky that she feels so affectionate of you all. I've had many talks with Mistress B about all of you, she loves to brag about the praise she recieves here. It arouses my jealousy I must admit. But for tonight, at least, she has left you in my able hands.

When was the last time you had one of your orgasms? Today sometime, I bet. I bet you can't go even a day without touching yourselves. Well don't worry, you get to do it again now for me. I'm going over to Mistress B's very soon and we're having alittle self-pleasure party while her pet watches from the corner, poor thing his cock is still locked up. Can you imagine being in his situation? So wonderfully embarrassing for him. Anyway, let's get back to you.

When I visit her I want to be able to tell Mistress B that you all suffered very much for me and I don't have the time to walk you through every step so I hope your naked and on the edge already.

For those of you with cocks:
If you can call them that haha, I want you to wait until you are right on the edge of spurting that little load and then Take Your Hand Away. DO IT. Let your cock just hang there, throbbing. Now run one finger around the head of your cock and give the shaft a nice firm squeeze so the head swells up for me. Then I want you to do exactly what I would do if I was there with you. Take your hand and flick the head of your cock as hard as you can. It stings, doesnt it? You still want to come? Flick that cock Ten more times and say outloud "Thank You ever so much, Mistress Katie." Then you can come.

Alittle something extra, just in case you don't have a cock to stroke:
You slaves with cocks can still play along with this one though. I want you all to do the same thing. Work yourselves up to the sweaty edge, but I want you to practice a bit of spanking. Have you ever spanked yourselves? It's so embarrassing and makes you feel so silly but its so amusing for me to picture. I want you to spank your own ass so loud that it echoes. I want your neighbors to hear it. Give yourself Ten sharp raps across the ass or even more if you feel the need haha. Then you can have that orgasm.

-Mistress Katie

One From a Slave.

This is a delicious one written for Katrina from SissyD.

My two mistresses, Karen and Beth, were arguing oer me. They had been roommates when I started dating Beth and after Beth had broken me down into her submissive I was often shared between them. Karen was moving out and to a new town and insisted that I belonged to her while Betty was very stubborn saying that she was the one who had broken me and so owned me.

It's true I had dated Beth and she was the first one to ever tie me down and torture me so pleasantly. After a few months I had moved in with them and soon treated as there pet. Betty was the one that always administered my punishments but Karen was always a little more kinder to me. I would often be allowed to sleep at the foot of her bed instead of on the floor in Beth's room. I was still her pet and she could still crack the whip when she felt like it but I worked to please her because I wanted to more anything. And after the constant cruelty from Betty I only worked to please her out of fear of being punished. Beth had tamed me but I belonged to Karen. When Karen would discipline me with her hand, paddle, or whip I took it gladly because I saw the delight on her face but when it was Beth's turn I merely suffered through it.

Neither one wanted to start over with a new slave so they were argueing over who got me. I had no say in the choice, I usually not allowed to speak at all except for the occasionel "please, thank you mistress, more mistress," so I sat on the floor watching them argue. Beth being the meaner and stronger of the two was winning slightly. The screaming finally finished with the slamming of doors. I was tied on the couch by Beth soon after so that I would not crawl to Karen's room and sleep at her feet again. Beth whispered in my ear, "If she likes you so much then I'll make sure she gets to spend plenty of time with you."

The next morning Karen woke up tied to her bed to the sound of her closet being emptied into boxes. Beth explained to her as she struggled against the bonds at her wrist and ankles, "Turns out its pretty easy to make you disappear. I called that new out-of-state you got and quit for you but everyone here still thinks your moving away so no one will even guess you didn't leave, especially after all your stuff is gone." Beth's plan was to keep me and get a brand new pet all by keeping Karen here. It took weeks to break Karen and I'm sad to admit that I was excited for her to join me as another slave in the apartment so I was persuaded to help. You'd amazed how the mind works, weeks of being severly punished when you misbehave and then being so greatly rewarded after you obey with orgasms or light kisses. It can really change the chemistry of your brain, that and constantly being locked in the apartment prevented Karen from escaping.

I lost track of the number of times Beth would come home to find Karen and I huddled together on the couch. All the defiance trained out of her and she still enjoyed playing with me. Sometimes we would do it on purpose to provoke Beth into punishing us together. Some nights Beth would tie us together face to face and leave us that way overnight. I'm always locked in chastity so there was no chance of anything sexual and the frustration was almost unbearable most of the time but spending so many nights with my face so close to hers and my body tight against hers was still better than sleeping on Beth's floor.