John is my oldest slave, eleven and a half year and counting. I was a new and relatively inexperienced Dominatrix when we first met and we clicked straight away. John loves bondage and I love bondage. John loves electrics and I love electrics. John love torture and I love to torture. John loves to dress in high heels, stockings, corsets and PVC and, guess what, I love to dress in high heels, stockings, corsets and PVC. We feel we have been on a long and exciting journey together over the years, I know he trusts me explicitly, just as I trust him.
Johnnie is one of my oldest slaves, this year Johnnie took me out for dinner to celebrate our 11th anniversary. I celebrated with a glass of champagne but, of course, Johnnie had to make do with a warm glass of my own personal champagne. We usually play in my dungeon but on several occasions over the years we have met in public, sometimes in a restaurant or bar but have also gone clothes and shoe shopping together. Public play can be very exciting and requires keeping the fine line between satisfactorily humiliating your slave but not being offensive.
I thoroughly enjoy playing with Mark, our sessions have elements of two of my favourite activities, role play and severe corporal punishment. Mark is forced to wear shorts to school, which is obviously very embarrassing for a boy of his age and, unsurprisingly, the girls laugh and tease him about it. When Mark gets into trouble it is not just his hands that will feel the full force of the Head teachers Lochgelly tawse, it will also be the fronts, the backs and the very tender insides of his thighs of his long bare legs.