Having been staying with Madam Dee in July, I became aware of her intended return to the UK,, and so was able to be one of the first to enjoy the facilities of her new dungeon. On calling to confirm the time, she was quick to remind me to arrive without underwear, and be barefoot, just as I had before her move to Spain. Madam Dee certainly has a wonderful memory!

So, a short time ago, I pulled into her gravel driveway, left my shoes and socks in my car and walked painfully to the front door. Madam welcomed me and I knew that I should strip immediately, prostrate myself at her feet and kiss her shoes. She wasted no time in securing a leather collar around my neck and leading me upstairs to a bedroom. On the way, she told me, "You will not be needing your bag, you will remain naked as you are now until I release you tomorrow. You might" she added "be sleeping here, then again I may put you in the Terry Waite Suite for the night!" She led me back down the stairs, to her lounge, where I was placed in a rubber body bag with a hood, which was secured to a tight fit by tape all over my body. I was left like this while Madam changed into her stunning bondage bra and skirt, to continue my obedience training and worship. Then I was released from the body bag, and instructed to worship her bare feet. Now was the time to be taken to the playroom, on hands and knees, across the stone floor I was lead to the playroom door, where, for safety reasons, I was allowed to walk down the uneven, cold stone steps. Once in the playroom, I was pulled by my collar to a kneeling position, my hands secured  to a ceiling hook, and tormented by Madam's pin wheels over my whole body, and by adding a  restraint to my cock and balls and three heavy weights attached!

Madam released my hands, and led me to the Terry Waite Cell. A metal collar chained to the wall was padlocked into place around my neck, a parachute with nasty internal pins secured on my balls, and two heavy weights attached. Madam then passed me her boots and told me I would spend the next three or four hours cleaning them with my tongue, but as she was a kind Mistress I would be left some water in a dogs bowl to help me polish them to her required standard, and so it was. She turned out the lights, and left me in the gloom to clean her boots, it began to feel cold, and I realised what it was to be her slave, left on my own, restrained, naked and increasingly chilly. Some hours later, she returned dressed in leather, it seemed that my boot cleaning was acceptable and  I was led upstairs, and told to wait in the lounge, where I found my arms stretched above my head to be secured to a hook that was placed across one of the ceiling beams. A spreader bar was attached to my ankle cuffs, and a leather hood padlocked into place. Madam was delighted to have me as a slave, just handily placed whilst she watched television for an hour and could just reach out and give me the benefit of her crop without even leaving her sofa. It was at this time that she decided that the chain from my collar could be wound around my cock and balls tightly and fastened to my collar to give me a really tight cock chain. Soon it was time to retire, all cuffs were removed and left for the next day, and Madam led me by my collar upstairs, where, laying on the bed, I was secured into the latex body bag again, and I could move nothing at all within it. Wishing me good night the light was turned off and I drifted off to sleep!

Next morning I was again led to the lounge, cuffed hand and foot, and my hands cuffed to the ceiling beam. Once moor the leather hood was attached and locked into place. I was aware of Madam doing some cleaning around me, particularly when the Hoover started to invade my body, and of course she made free with her trusty crop during this time. Madam later arrived in front of me and as she removed my hood I could see that she had changed into her leather play clothes, Releasing me, she escorted me back down into the Dungeon, where I was secured to the St Andrews chair, hands cuffed above and ankles tied to the base, Madam wasted no time in using her pin wheels all over my body. I dread this on the shaft of my cock, especially the very end, as well she knows, but there was no escape.  A hood was then placed back on my head, and I became aware of Madam now sitting on one knee, I felt some weights being added to the link chain that was still tightly wound around my cock and balls. They were pulling down and the chain was pulling up to my collar, not a pleasant position to be in. I then found my cock in the palm of Madam's gloved hands, but then before I could enjoy this too much I felt the pain of hot wax along my cock. Released from the chair, I was made to lie down on the still cold floor, and her new toilet box was placed over my head, my ankles cuffed together, and my wrist cuffs secured to the back of the box. There was no escape from what was about to happen. Madam lifted the toilet seat, and her wonderful bottom came into view, it was now dark in the box, she placed her boots on my cock and balls, and whilst squeezing  my cock with them,  a flood of her nectar rained down upon my face, drink it all she called down to me, it will be better if you do. When she finished she put the seat and lid back down, I was expecting her to release me, but no, I heard her go up the steps, I was left lying in her nectar on the stone floor, in solitude to think about the last 24 hours!

So many experiences, Madam had pushed me as ever,  as she had told me on  arrival, kept me totally naked and collared to remind me of my place as her lave. Finally Madam arrived back in the Dungeon, and I was released. Kissing her feet in gratitude, I was allowed to bathe and have a hot drink before leaving. Of course, Madam still had one final punishment left, my barefoot walk out of the house onto the gravel drive back to my car!
By slave d!