It was late September and I was well overdue for a visit to Madam Dee. It had been almost six months since my last visit, and since then she had moved to a new location which had a garden, adding the potential for outdoor play. I knew that this would bring a little dilemma, as whilst playing outside when she was in Spain, was pleasant,  in the UK, even with the unseasonably warm weather, it would be a little more testing. However, to quote Madam's words, 'You will have no say in the matter!', so I knew that if it was required by Madam, I must comply!

On my arrival at the house she said she had a surprise for me, but, in her usual teasing manner, she would say no more other than that I would see later. She settled me into the guest room, which is very comfortable, with it's own en-suite bathroom, and we had a welcome cup of tea and a catch up of events since my last visit!

Then it was time for the first play session. Madam escorted me to the Dungeon, and in the faint red single light I could see it was well appointed as in the pictures on her web site. I was told to wait, kneeling and Madam would be back shortly. A few minutes later Madam returned in a classic rubber dress and platform court shoes, and with her was her friend The Leg Mistress (TLM), dressed in a white blouse, jodhpurs and riding boots, I was struck straight away by her long blond hair and piercing eyes. Madam then told  me to strip, and a sudden waive of embarrassment came over me in front of these two beautiful, sexy Mistresses, however Madam spurred me on with a firm prod of her shoe. At this point I remembered that it was expected of me to prostrate myself at Madams feet, and quickly, I was in position. Madam pointed to TLM's boots...'Don't forget those slave!' came the words from above.  Like a whirlwind they sprung into action, Madam secured a harness around my balls to which she attached a lead, TLM collared me and attached a further lead to this, Madam added a hood which allowed sight and speech!

Madam led the way, and at a brisk pace I was marched through the house and I now realised that they were taking me naked outside, and I felt a moment of panic. But  with a Mistress at each end you only went were they wanted you to go, and I had no choice. Having marched me over the grass, we arrived at the stable block, where Madam unlocked the door and I could see the Cross, and Terry Waite Suite. I also noted a hook hanging down connected to a winch. Madam's surprise was revealed. A spreader bar was attached to cuffs now placed on my wrists and ankles. and I was winched up so that my toes were barely touching the ground. The Mistresses wasted no time in attaching weights to the harness attached to my balls, and weighted nipple clamps completed my attire. For good measure hot wax was liberally applied, and my bottom cropped. After a while stretched like this, I was released and marched back to the house and to the dungeon, still wearing the weights. They quickly secured me to the bondage table , totally strapped down, Madam added a blindfold and tied my balls to the overhead pulley to give them a good stretch, she says my balls are far too small and seems to make it her life's work to stretch them until they get bigger. Then they both retired for a short time before releasing me, at which point I was pushed to the ground and made to worship their boots and shoes in gratitude!

The next morning dawned, and Madam stood at the bedroom door, where, as customary I kissed her feet, and was allowed to rise and have some breakfast. What took place next surprised me, I was settled reading, when she returned with a full set of cuffs and the thick heavy tight isolation hood. These were all fitted upon me, the lead attached to my balls and although I could see nothing  the dew on the damp grass beneath my bare feet told me we were going outside again, it was still early in the day and it felt chilly, it is this type of action that brings home what it is to be Madam's slave, and that you do what she wants, cold or not. I heard the stable door being unlocked and I was placed in the Terry Waite Suite, my hands cuffed behind me, and the leather cuffs moved up my ankles so she could lock me into the heavy iron manacles. I was allowed to sit on the wood over the toilet bucket, which gave me a clue I was to be here a while, but in that hood you have no idea at all how long you have been in there. Eventually, I heard the unmistakable sound of heels, and I hoped she was wearing my favourite thigh boots, but of course I could not see. It is hard to hear in that hood, but she said now I was to have a surprise, she made me lay down on the floor, I felt her hands brushing my cock and balls with some piece of chain, the next thing I find my balls being stretched  towards the ceiling- Urgent muffled cries of mercy from me in distress, everything stopped, Madam now laughing decided it would be better to attach her winch to some other part of my body having no need for a eunuch. This turned out to be the conjoined ankle cuffs, a few moments later I feel that I am now being winched upside down. In a hood with no sight this is a remarkable sensation ,and is something I have longed to experience. Madam now takes hold of my cock in her gloved hand and I am swung around in circles and pulled back and forwards towards her, the weights on my balls swinging in all directions. At this point I feel the touch of soft leather along my body and know she is wearing my favourite boots. After this pleasure I am expecting some pain, and still suspended naked I feel her crop and cat o' nine tails across my back and bottom. A wonderful experience I will not forget!

Madam lowers me to the ground, and I am lead back to the Dungeon, where the hood is removed and I am secured on the whipping bench, Madam teases me with her soft gloves and then the spiky ones squeezing my cock and balls. She whispers in my ear, you know what comes next slave don't you?- I do, Madam's delight in me taking her strap on, she waves it at my face, forcing me to take it into my mouth reminding me where it's going next, and so I am taken for her pleasure. I'm not quite done with you yet slave, down on your knees, my boots are dirty form being outside, I get down and see some mud on the spiked heels, I look up at her, but before I can say anything she says yes, I know get it clean, I realise this means swallowing the mud, she knows how to push humiliation does Madam. One final treat for you she  says now, I'm going to sit right over your face and you are going to take my champagne, all of it! I lay down on a towel, and Madams boots frame my head, suddenly the flow starts, I try to keep up, but miss some, no matter, Madam makes me lick from the floor what I missed!

but With gratitude I go to freshen up, and alas it is time to leave. After a wonderful time at Madam Dee's I look forward to my next visit. Unfortunately it will not be for a number of months, in the meantime I am left with great memories of this, and all the other previous experiences she has given me!
By slave d!