I am still buzzing from the energy of last weekend. It was filled with all My favorite things. My German slavegirl visited Me from Thursday to Sunday. I hosted a FemDom gathering where sushi was freshly prepared and served by My two devotees. And of course, the weekend ended with the birthday play party of My dear friend Elizabeth. Let Me take you through it.
I like My house to be immaculate when receiving guests-even for those who book My FemDom Villa Experience. The bed is perfectly made, everything smells good. The maid outfit is laid out. And there are always a few household tasks ready, so I can put them to work the moment they arrive and settle in.
“If you like big boobs you will wear them”
My boy dyligent picked up My slut blushingbimbo from the train station after her journey from Germany. When I first started training her 1.5 years ago, she was obsessed with having the biggest boobs possible. I’m talking oversized inserts, the kind that completely transform a silhouette. Very dramatic and excessive. Exactly the kind of fixation I enjoy playing with. She is a proper slut, My dirty girl, so if you’re going to have big tits, you will have to flaunt them.
Naturally, I had her travel wearing her biggest boobs. Something she’d never done for long periods, let alone in public, surrounded by strangers. She was nervous and uncomfortable. I like that kind of exposure, because it builds discipline. She has to get used to the feeling of having them permanently, which she will in the near future.
Make-up has become part of her daily ritual now, just as I instructed and trained her. And when she arrived, she looked exactly how I expect her to: trembling, and very feminine. My little project.
She was already familiar with My house rules and protocols from last summer, when she served Me for a full weekend. Still, I like to reinforce. So as she sat on her knees, I gave her a refresh of expectations, protocols, and mindset. Once that was done, I put her to work immediately.
Dinner needed to be prepared and served. During dinner, I allowed for a brief moment of small talk and catching up. Afterwards, I had her thoroughly clean the kitchen while I remained seated at the table, observing and giving instructions where needed.
When she finished, I told her I wanted to see every outfit she had brought with her. A few months ago, I had her invest in a selection of pieces that met My standard. Naturally, she was expected to present them properly. I told her to try different combinations, adjusting and refining until it was right. When it was, I rewarded her with a small photoshoot in the outfits I liked. I expect those results to appear on her profile soon. By then, it was getting late. I ended the night at 11 pm.
“Breakfast will be served at 9.30”
I instructed her to wake up at 7, so she could begin preparing for the FemDom sushi evening I was hosting for My Sisters. Her morning started with vacuuming and mopping the entire downstairs area. I allowed her to do this in her regular clothes. I wanted to keep the maid dress fresh for the rest of the weekend.
By 9:30, when she served Me breakfast in bed, she was showered and dressed in the maid outfit I had laid out for her. I also told her I would be doing her make-up that day, so she was allowed to start bare-faced.
The rest of the day, she moved through the house in full service. Coffee, drinks, snacks, everything appeared when I wanted it. She cleaned continuously. I did her make-up, taught her some new techniques, and refined some. Afterwards, I had her reorganize My cabinet closet.
Of course, something went wrong. She broke one of My champagne flutes.
For her, that was a small disaster. And that’s exactly what I find interesting about My way of conditioning and Dominating, she had already punished herself before I even had to step in. I told her not to cry (she’d ruin her make-up), had her clean up the glass, joked about her apparently not wanting clean floors, added a point to her penalty sheet, and we moved on. No big drama. Just enforcing structure.
I can’t help but smile thinking back on it. The way she spiraled, so focused on not making mistakes, so set on serving Me perfectly. There’s something beautiful in that.
As the day progressed, I started preparing to host My FemDom ladies: Madame Caramel, Vita Volition, Mistress Akimi, and Mrs Jade May. My boy started on the rice for the sushi. He had pre-cut the fish the day before so he could focus on rolling. And of course, My girl assisted him. Setting the table, ironing the tablecloth (as you can see that definitely needs improving), handling the details.
When everything was nearly in place, I told her to change into a cute pink dress, My devotees always wear something pink. And just like that, we were ready to welcome My guests.
She was nervous the entire evening. I like to see that. It shouldn’t interfere with service, but a little trembling doesn’t hurt. It was a lovely night with great conversation, a lot of laughter, and plenty of sushi and drinks.
Of course, I found things to refine—serving champagne properly, moving faster, not letting nerves take over. After My devotees finished cleaning, they were allowed to join Us. I ended the night at 2 am.
“Breakfast will be served downstairs.”
Normally, I prefer breakfast in bed. But that morning I was up early and decided to have it downstairs. When I got there, I was alone, so I told My girl to move quickly. I was already there, and I wanted My coffee.
We talked briefly and did a quick debrief before I told her to prepare breakfast. It was a quiet morning. We used it to get ready for the birthday play party of Elizabeth. W/we did O/our make-up together, mostly in silence. She finished some dishes while My boy got the car ready and drove U/us to the venue.
It was My girl’s first play party, and My first time at that location. It was beautiful. Everything was styled in a pink theme, which suits Me perfectly. The space was filled with stunning people. There was a whipping performance, multiple bondage scenes, plenty to take in.
At some point, I placed My boy and girl in separate cages so I could enjoy the shows undisturbed, surrounded by amazing women. Afterwards, I took them out again. I told My boy to get My whips, and My girl to undress and get ready for a little whipping as a reward for her efforts that weekend.
She had never felt a whip before, so feeling My leather snake whip for the first time was a challenge for her. But she took it. She doesn’t like pain, but she likes taking it from Me. And I already know this is where I will build her endurance.
The rest of the evening was quiet. My boy drove U/us home, we had leftover sushi for dinner, and I ended the night at 11 pm.
Sunday was about cleanup and debrief. She left the house as spotless as possible. It wasn’t as perfect as I wanted, but that was mostly a time issue. Her training proved effective, her servitude noted, with some comments and refinements where needed. My boy drove her back to the train station, and that closed the FemDom weekend at My villa.
We’ll see how she holds up next time. For now, I am pleased with the progress she’s made. Well done, My slut.
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