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Diary of a slave girl

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Connie, exasperated by my flirting with other slave girls on CF has decided to teach me a lesson I'll not forget. The spreader bar is set up to hang from a beam in the attic with my cuff restraints on either side. A ladder sits under it for me to reach. I know I'm in trouble when I see it on my return from college. She is dressed in the long boots I got her for Christmas and a pair of shorts and a bra. She doesn't greet me as I walk through the door, She just ordered me to strip in our bedroom and return. I do so and return to Her and kneel. My heart is beating hard as I await my fate but it's obvious what it is. I'm admonished by Mistress as a slut. She is plainly hurt by my flirting and has decided to punish me. I'm to go to the ladder and step up to the spreader bar putting my wrists in the restraints. I do so as She gets a chair behind me and fastens the cuffs. She now instructs me to step down the ladder till I'm fully stretched in front of her. After months on CF it's the closest I've ever felt to crucifixion. The strain on my arms and shoulders is terrific but also on my legs as I try to find my position. I spread my legs slightly and look up waiting for my flogging. Little beads of sweat gather on my face and armpits. Connie stands now slightly below me watching me . She leaves the room and returns with the much used electric cord. I am ready. The first lash across my abs stings like hell but that's all. I don't even scream so used am I now to it's use on my body. I start counting each lash, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, and so on. The sweat between my tits , armpits and head runs off my body. Occasionally I hang my legs without support for a few moments and hang my head back but I always return my feet to the step. The flogging across all my body as Connie adjusts her position means no part of me goes without being punished. She does not give me any comfort as I feel her anger diminishing. Finally we reach 60 lashes and I'm panting in semi exhaustion semi excitement . I feel my cunni wet with cum as Connie removes the ladder . I hang there crucified without the support. I'm there for a few minutes as the strain on my shoulders intensified and I start to struggle. I can't much longer Mistress I plead but you must apologize and beg forgiveness. I do and the ladder is returned. I step back on and spread my legs as much as the step allows. I feel a familiar tongue on my cunni as Mistress pleasures me. It's too much and I put my head back and scream.....
Tbc
 
Slavesteffi said:
Hi ,
To those who don't know me I'm Steffi
It's short for Stephanie but I go by shortened versions I'm not fussy.
I joined here late last Summer and really love it. It's kinda like my private space outside of my normal social media. This is by far where I spend my time.
I am a submissive slave to my slightly older Mistress, Connie.
We are not a long relationship but we are a serious relationship ❤️
Yes I love her.
But also we both love here and the fun it brings to our lives.
The friends I've met here are too many to mention individually but ye know well who you are. Xx
I am proposing to use here as like a slave diary.
I would update it regularly and hope it would provide pleasure or entertainment.
Connie told me to see what you all think?
Are we mad to think anyone would be interested in us?
I guess we will soon find out!
Anyway back to cleaning out the fire place naked and redoing it for Mistress C
Much Sunday love Friends xx
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This is such a good idea, Steffi! Thank you so much to you and Connie for allowing us very personal insights into your shared life.
 
Slavesteffi said:
Sunday
It's bitterly cold here and sleeting as I clean out the fire grate while Mistress rests a heeled boot on my naked and whip marked back. She's holding a mug of scalding tea in one hand and a flogger in the other. As I clean the grate and pile the ash in the empty coal bucket She absent mindly runs the flogger along my thigh. I stop to stretch my back and receive a quick hard lash that leaves a red mark on my skin. I smile and thank Her gratefully. The neighbours are gone to Mass so I want to get this done quickly so I'm not seen naked.
I ask permission to go outside which is granted. Mistress pushes me away from her and I carry the bucket of hot embers through Our kitchen and out to the back door. I open it and shiver. Freezing rain is pelting down as I make my way outside. It settles on my naked body and the warmth from the fire leaves me as I gasp with the cold. I make my way barefoot across the yard and dump the embers in the steel bin. The dust swirls around me and I feel it settling on my wet body. Next I make my way to our bags of coal. I really must get a bunker but I open a bag and start to fill the bucket with coal using my hands as instructed. By the time the bucket is full I am soaking wet. I smear my face with coal as I was also instructed to do and make my way back. When I get to the sitting room Mistress looks at me approvingly and laughs. My skinny body is soaking wet and coal dust and dirt have made me look like a naked fucking Cinderella. I bend to my knees and start putting the fire together. I haven't achieved my task in the 5 minutes allotted to it so once the fire is set I put myself in a submissive bow offering Her my ass. She stands up and heels me lower. WHACK across my bum. I bite my lip and take the 5 lashes. She offers her boot to me. I lick it for Her and am dismissed to shower my filthy slave body lest I stain the rug.
Tbc
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Dear Steffi,
I have just read your first diary entry and am genuinely impressed. You are obviously very intelligent and use elegant phrasing throughout. I especially like how you provide the intimate details about your feelings and reflections all the way during your diary entry (for example, that you are barefoot outside, are shivering and reflect you must get a bunker in future).

I remember how cold and miserable it was last Sunday morning, so this was a beautiful, personal touch...Finally, the way you ended was almost poetic: "lest I stain the rug."

Congratulations on your creative beginning!

Best wishes,
Auberon
 
Slavesteffi said:
That's very kind thank you.
I guess if you remember the weather in Cornwall you live in UK?
My intention with this to make it a BDSM diary of my life with my Girlfriend and Mistress.
This is a place now for me to be amongst like minded people.
:)
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My pleasure: if you didn't receive encouragement, then how would you know that you have done very well? :)

You are quite correct! I am in Hampshire and have many fond memories of dramatic weather in Cornwall. It's a delightful feeling to know that you and Connie have each other to bring smiles to each other's faces.
 
Auberon said:
My pleasure: if you didn't receive encouragement, then how would you know that you have done very well? :)

You are quite correct! I am in Hampshire and have many fond memories of dramatic weather in Cornwall. It's a delightful feeling to know that you and Connie have each other to bring smiles to each other's faces.
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Wow you're close enough.
I have an Aunt in Southampton who knows nothing bout me and basic don't care.
Fuck her
 
Slavesteffi said:
Connie, exasperated by my flirting with other slave girls on CF has decided to teach me a lesson I'll not forget. The spreader bar is set up to hang from a beam in the attic with my cuff restraints on either side. A ladder sits under it for me to reach. I know I'm in trouble when I see it on my return from college. She is dressed in the long boots I got her for Christmas and a pair of shorts and a bra. She doesn't greet me as I walk through the door, She just ordered me to strip in our bedroom and return. I do so and return to Her and kneel. My heart is beating hard as I await my fate but it's obvious what it is. I'm admonished by Mistress as a slut. She is plainly hurt by my flirting and has decided to punish me. I'm to go to the ladder and step up to the spreader bar putting my wrists in the restraints. I do so as She gets a chair behind me and fastens the cuffs. She now instructs me to step down the ladder till I'm fully stretched in front of her. After months on CF it's the closest I've ever felt to crucifixion. The strain on my arms and shoulders is terrific but also on my legs as I try to find my position. I spread my legs slightly and look up waiting for my flogging. Little beads of sweat gather on my face and armpits. Connie stands now slightly below me watching me . She leaves the room and returns with the much used electric cord. I am ready. The first lash across my abs stings like hell but that's all. I don't even scream so used am I now to it's use on my body. I start counting each lash, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, and so on. The sweat between my tits , armpits and head runs off my body. Occasionally I hang my legs without support for a few moments and hang my head back but I always return my feet to the step. The flogging across all my body as Connie adjusts her position means no part of me goes without being punished. She does not give me any comfort as I feel her anger diminishing. Finally we reach 60 lashes and I'm panting in semi exhaustion semi excitement . I feel my cunni wet with cum as Connie removes the ladder . I hang there crucified without the support. I'm there for a few minutes as the strain on my shoulders intensified and I start to struggle. I can't much longer Mistress I plead but you must apologize and beg forgiveness. I do and the ladder is returned. I step back on and spread my legs as much as the step allows. I feel a familiar tongue on my cunni as Mistress pleasures me. It's too much and I put my head back and scream.....
Tbc
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Great story :)
 
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