Mistress Athena posted a marvellous blog about our 5th anniversary session.

I have written a few lines about our session which Mistress made possibly our best ever. With her permission I’ll also write a little about the journey into true slavery, devotion and submission that Mistress had led me along. As she told me recently, she has stamped the letter “S” for Slave right through me.

During our five years, Mistress has trained me until I now want to please my Mistress at all times by being one of her most loyal and obedient slaves. I trust her totally and in return she has rewarded me with privileges that fill me with pleasure. In particular, Mistress has allowed me to spend time with her outside sessions which makes me the proudest slave alive.

Mistress never fails to amaze me. I knew that she would delight me with a very special session but I had foolishly thought that the once-only ultimate privilege of addressing Mistress by her vanilla name would be the high point. What stupidity! I had fallen into the trap of thinking that Mistress would allow me to control the session.

As soon as Mistress entered the session I was reminded that she, not any pathetic slave, controls every aspect of her playtimes. Having paid homage to Mistress she bound me firmly upright, spread-eagled and totally immobile. Fixing her cold harsh stare on me she explained that my wish to address her in such a privileged way would be granted only on this occasion.  She would make sure as always that privilege would be earned through pain and punishment.

In case I had forgotten the rules of BDSM, Mistress informed me that the session would start with her making her domination absolutely clear. Mistress knows that when she torments my nipples it’s pleasure for Mistress and painful misery for her slave. She also knows that her slave has a particular fear of needle-play. So, with me bound and helpless Mistress laid out the four needles in front of me, two for each nipple. Mistress knows that when she first collared me I had asked that she did not perform needle play. However, those days are long past. Mistress’s control has increased every time we meet and my loyal and devoted trust has grown in the same way. Mistress took the “safe word” from me many years ago as she led me into true slavery. By the time Mistress was ready for needle play, she instructed me to focus on her and her dominance not on my own body, which is her property and plaything. Because Mistress knows that I am still an imperfect slave she gagged me with cotton wool and tightly bound my mouth preventing any indications of less than total acceptance. As she set to work I focussed on Mistress as she had instructed, knowing that the true slave emotion is gratitude to my Mistress for having chosen, collared and patiently trained me for five years.

Needles in place, Mistress prepared to allow me the unique privilege of addressing her by her vanilla name. The large sand timer was started and the beatings commenced starting with a flogging and moving up to increasingly severe sets. Mistress is without doubt a supreme expert at escalating her punishments in that way. Mistress had made me wildly happy by setting the rule that I could use her name as many times as I wished. I made full use of my privilege but this cost me dear as speaking during sets made me lose count more than once – Mistress, of course, simply started those sets again from zero. I must explain that the privilege brought Mistress’s slave far more joy than I could have expected. Each time I spoke using Mistress’s vanilla name, it seemed so unusual that Mistress giggled and laughed while the thrashings increased. To hear my adorable Mistress laugh with pleasure while she gave me a truly severe hiding was total joy.

Lying at Mistress’s feet, worshipping her at the end of the session I dared to express a hope that I may be allowed the same privilege in another 5 years. Mistress laughingly decided that the privilege might be repeated but that I would need to be an obedient slave for a further ten, not five years. As always, my beautiful Mistress Athena was in total control!

So, that’s what my slavery has been all about – Protracted Painful Punishment, Possible Permitted Privileges, Pandering to my Perfect Mistress!