Session 1.

It was several months ago that I first spoke to Madam Firefly whom, at the time was conducting sessions in London. I had no intention of actually booking a session, only to make an enquiry as to the details.

Although I was not a complete novice to the domination scene, I had seen a number of mistresses, mainly in Birmingham (where I am from) and London (where I currently live). Despite having seen a number of Mistresses over years, I did not have a regular Mistress whom I could offer my complete and utter devotion, loyalty and servitude, (although I have had some incredible sessions with a number of them) that is until The Mistress (Firefly) came into my life. Furthermore, most doms do not offer edge play or extreme toilet training and that is what I was craving for. The Mistress has no taboos with consenting slaves. After reading her website and in particular the blog, especially the one headed. The Good, The Bad and the Downright Dirty. I was awe struck and finally plucked up the courage to call her. 

What really struck me about The Mistress was her voice. She sounded young, with a wicked sense of humour and was very polite. With all potential slaves, new and old, there is always the likelihood that the person making enquiries is a timewaster or may not be genuinely interested in booking a session. I must admit; at the time of my call, I had no intention of booking a session; it was at most a 50/50 situation. Some people like myself, do ask a lot of questions at which point some mistresses would conclude that this person is ‘asking to many questions’ therefore ‘must be a time waster’. I myself have had several doms hang up on me and refuse to communicate further by wrongly thinking that I was not genuine. Oh well, what a shame.  

Madam Firefly differed in this area. After bombarding her with question after question and just before the end of the call, I cheekily asked one if I could ask her one more question at which point she responded by calling me ‘Chatterbox’. From that moment onwards I knew I had to see her. She now refers to me as her ‘Cheeky little Chatterbox’, both in person and during e-mail and telephone conversations.

On the day in question, Mistress was due to visit London, but could not make it, therefore summoned me to visit her in Manchester instead. I jumped at the opportunity (as by then I was just gagging to meet her) and booked a session for 2.00pm on a Saturday afternoon with the return ticket back to London and 5.00pm the same day.

I arrived at the Manchester dungeon on time, and was let in by one of the Chambers submissive ladies. The Mistress was busy in session; therefore I was asked to wait in the office where I was offered a drink. I was chatting with one of the female subs who then left the room. Minutes later I heard a voice in the corridor. ‘Where is he?’. And, in walks the Mistress. I was gobsmacked. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. ‘Well, well well, Chatterbox, finally we meet’ said the Mistress with a big smile. ‘You’re going to be eating something nasty today aren’t you? I cheekily grinned back and immediately fell to my knees and greeted The Mistress, saying ‘Hello, Mistress’ and kneeling before her. I was ordered to kiss her feet.’ At that moment I knew we would get on well. 

Mistress later told me that I looked exactly like she had expected me to look, although she thought that I would look a bit older. It turned out that we are the same age, hence the instant chemistry and attraction. We discussed hard sports and she offered to be lenient, if I was struggling to consume it, (as I was a newbie in this area) to which I replied, ‘No; please no leniency’. She smiled.

I was ordered to the upstairs chamber and told to strip naked for the Mistress and await her arrival. 

The Mistress entered the chambers, ordered me to open my mouth and then spat in my mouth, first slowly and then quickly ordering me to swallow. She then immediately coated my cock and balls with deep heat and then drugged me with poppers, and smiled. Minutes later I was in agony; I was not even restrained; therefore found myself jumping around like I had caught fire or something. I just could not stand still.  

Mistress then put some more on and just stood there smiling with a big grin on her face. I begged for relief and asked if I could wash it off, to which she replied,’ Yes’. But it still would not go away. In fact in got worse. Eventually, I begged The Mistress for relief and she applied some deep freeze which only lasted several minutes. And then the pain returned, tenfold. By this time I had this look on my face that said it all. My Mistress was laughing her head off and I too could not stop laughing. Mistress was having fun at my expense and this made it enjoyable for me too.  Eventually, Mistress relieved the pain and I was a happy man.

I was drugged again and The Mistress applied some Nipple clamps to my nipples and ordered me to crawl under the toilet box and strapped my head down tight whilst forcing my mouth open wide with a Jennings mouth gag. The Mistress left the room to perform an enema on herself and returned minutes later and took her seat on her Throne. (the toilet box) She rested her feet on my arms to stop me resisting.

Mistress then asked me if I was ready and before I could reply down rained the golden showers; all over my face, my hair, my eyes and into in my mouth which I swallowed as quick as possible. Mistress really does piss like a racehorse.

Then came the caviar; the brown showers. Mistress teased me, releasing it bit by bit so that I could chew it up and be ready for the next load. She tugged on the nipple clamps in order to ensure my compliance.  I consumed all of her golden nectar and some of her caviar. Mistress asked me if I had eaten any yet, but my mouth was too full to respond. She looked down at me, smiling and continued. After Mistress had finished, she scooped the rest of the shit that had somehow escaped my mouth and forced it back in and using her fingers forced me to swallow every last bit and made me thank her for the privilege. She smeared the rest all over my face.

I was then taken out, with shit still on my face forced to take a hard caning standing up, strapped only with my arms over the bondage table. I had never taken a caning before standing up or with only my arms strapped down, which as before led me to jumping up and down. Mistress started laughing again. I was then ordered to take a shower. When I returned, I was ordered to remove Mistress’s shoes and stockings and to massage her feet. Mistress then proceeded to ask me a bit about myself and how I came to be in London, which eventually led to discussions involving my family and my difficult childhood / background.

Mistress then asked me what time I had to go back and as the session had started later than scheduled; this also meant it would finish later. When I told the Mistress that I had to be at the station for 5pm, she looked disappointment and told me off for booking the return journey back too soon. Of course this meant that I would have to leave soon whereby she wanted me to hang around and give her a full reflexology treatment.

She then called Mistress Julia Pink and then informed me that I would be staying the night and that I could give her the reflexology treatment at the Mistress’s home. I spent the evening serving both Mistress Firefly (mainly) and Mistress Julia Pink, cooking and serving dinner, and massaging The Mistress’s feet for hours. The next day I was dropped of at the Coach Station, where Mistress made me promise to see her again soon, by serving her for the whole weekend at her home in Leeds.

I found The Mistress to be the most caring human being and individual I have ever met. She is just so genuine and really does care about her slaves. Although her preference for domination revolves around the more extreme / brutal aspect of it; she does have a caring side to her. What I have noticed in the Mistress is that even slaves who are not into severe and brutal torture; i.e. caning etc, eventually yearn to receive it from Madam Firefly because it is in her heart and they are willing to suffer for her because she cares about her slaves and therefore commands respect purely because slaves trust her. I cannot wait to take a heavy caning from her. Certainly that is how I feel and it has to happen sooner or later; I know it will. 

The highest point of the session really was consuming the hard sports of a total stranger. It was the first time that I had met The Mistress and vice versa, yet we were literally bouncing off each other. It was like she could read my mind. Mistress knew what I would expect and what not to expect and I knew what I should ask for and what I should not ask for. Mistress also had me stay over despite only knowing me for a couple of hours. She really is a good judge of character and I believe that my days pussy footing around other doms is well and truly over.  

What I would say to potential slaves is that this Mistress really is the best there is both in terms of looks and her personality. She has a very warm heart. She really does care about her slaves. She should be everyone’s first choice to fulfil any fantasy. I certainly will not be seeing anyone else any more. When you meet her be nice and respectful to her. Serving her was one of the most memorable and happiest days of my life. I cannot wait to serve her again; this time at her home. It’ll be a joy to serve her for the weekend.

She is a special person and will look after you. I have asked to be put in Chastity when we next visit. Mistress is very happy to do this but has asked me to think about it a bit more as once in chastity there is no turning back and it is not an easy thing. However both of us agree that I do need to be in chastity. 

Session 2. 

As promised, I was summoned by The Mistress to serve her for the entire weekend. I arrived at Leeds Coach Station at 10.45pm on a late Friday night. The Mistress had already given me her address. The taxi arrived and I arrived at my destination. The Mistress let me in and as was custom, I greeted her by falling at her feet. The dogs were all over me, especially Pearl and then Burt Reynolds. Mistress had to tell them to get off me. 

Without even being asked I sat on the floor next to the sofa and massaged her feet, whilst discussing what will transpire over the weekend. I told Mistress that I had a confession to make. The Mistress asked me ‘What have you done? Tell your Mistress’. I confessed to the Mistress that I had not done anything yet but that I needed to be in Chastity as I was tempted to go elsewhere and that I did not want to. The Mistress told me to continue massaging her feet whilst talking and assured me that she would sort out the chastity issue soon.

The Mistress agreed that we would not have a session in the traditional sense in the dungeon, but as per my request we would have what I called a ‘weekend full of shit’ and more, with no mercy or safe word. I felt that this way the Mistress would not have to book a dungeon and the inconvenience of having someone babysitting the dogs. (although she really didn’t mind). Hell, (one of Mistress’s friends) then walked in and The Mistress introduced us. 

I had already bought myself some food from the take-away before calling a cab but Mistress and her friend Hell had not (although I did ask The Mistress if she wanted me to get her anything earlier). Mistress ordered some food for herself and Hell and afterwards we all went to bed, with me sleeping on the couch. 

The next day I got up early; ( I was woken up by Hell leaving for work) and as I had came straight from work the day before, I decided that I should freshen up before the Mistress got up. I had a shower and whilst I was brushing my teeth, I heard the dogs running around and knew that Mistress was now up. I came out of the shower and greeted my Mistress. ‘Did you sleep well, Slave? Asked the Mistress. ‘I did, Thank you’. Mistress made some tea for both of us. I offered to make it but the Mistress is very fussy about her tea. 

I was then instructed to clean her double glazed flat door and windows with the Window Cleaner. After I had finished I was instructed to pick up the dog pooh from the back garden. I was then asked to drink my tea. The Mistress and I were discussing taking the dogs out to the park and that one of my duties will be to clean up after after them. The Mistress also told me that normally she would not allow a slave to clean it up as they are her dogs, but on this occasion she would be giving me the honour, (as her slave) because ‘she liked me’ and after all’ I had asked for a weekend full of shit’, and as a result I should expect to see a lot of it.. 

Suddenly, The Mistress interrupted our conversation, saying, ‘Chatterbox, I need the bathroom’, very softly, and that I should get myself ready, and ‘Quickly’. Mistress came in and drugged me with poppers and attached the nipple clamps. She climbed onto the bathtub and ordered me to move right down under her, so that my mouth was directly under her bottom. I was ordered to open my mouth wide and to catch it all. Mistress then relaxed herself and out it comes; the brown showers; straight into my mouth. The first and second were too big and nasty and just bounced out of my mouth and into the bathtub. Then came the third and fourth, which landed straight into my mouth. I swallowed it as quick as possible. Mistress kept on shitting. Mistress then pissed into my mouth. She really does piss like a racehorse. She then climbed off the bathtub and ordered me to ‘Eat it all’, with my mouth and without using my hands. She regularly returned to check that I was eating it. After 20 odd minutes I had eaten my breakfast.

After, I had finished eating it, I was ordered to freshen up and then to clean her bathroom, from top to bottom. We then went out to Hyde Park where I was taken off my own leash ordered to roam amongst the dogs and clear up their mess, with the doggy bags, whilst the Mistress chatted to her friends.

We then returned home after 3 hours. The dogs were initially hyperactive even though they were playing in the park for over 3 hours and eventually fell asleep. I learned a lot about dogs that day including the hard work it takes to maintain them, their doggy language, such as ‘heel’ meaning stop and so forth.  

One of Mistresses friend’s Laura then turned up; I was ordered to greet her nicely, therefore I kissed her hand and held open the door for her, then offering a drink. The Mistress then ordered me to sit on the floor. The dogs by this time had woken up again having seen Laura and Pearl in particular was all over her. 2 hours later Laura left, only to call back inviting us to her place to watch a 3D movie with Pizza.  

Shortly after this Street Dave (another of Mistress’s friends) also turned up and together we went to Laura’s house where we ordered pizza and watched the movie. During this time, I was ordered to serve everyone drinks and pour wine for Laura and The Mistress. Whilst watching the movie and without being asked I massaged my Mistress’s feet and was pleased to know that towards the end of the movie I had sent Mistress to sleep with my magical hands. We then returned home and all slept well.

The following day, I was woken up by Mistress and as usual Mistress made us both a cup of tea. Being the Chatterbox that I am, I could not resist talking. Mistress had to point out that only after several cups of tea is she in a position to talk so early in the morning. She then said. ‘Chatterbox, I can feel my bowels moving. I’ll be ready for the bathroom soon and that she would have a lot more for me today. Whilst we were drinking tea, she calmly ordered me into the bathroom again. Mistress entered the bathroom and climbed on top of the tub. This time she teased me briefly. She started by pissing, then she pissed and shit all over me at the same time. Whilst I was concentrating on drinking her piss, the shit was literally bouncing off of my face and into the bathtub, although I managed to catch some in my mouth. I had asked for an extra large / super size fill me up meal and got that and much more. Talk about pissing like a race horse, The Mistress can shit for England. Even Mistress was surprised at the amount that she produced for me. It must have been the pizza from the day before. After cleaning up again, I had some cereal and several hours later Laura came around again.  

We then took the dogs out for their daily run in the park and then went out for lunch in a dog friendly pub. The dogs were given water and doggy bits.

I was ordered to take the orders for both Mistress Laura and myself. The food was good and I was on my best behaviour. I was ordered to settle the bill, although this was my own choice. At no point did the Mistress ask me to pay the bill. I made it clear on entering the pub that I wanted to pay it and I did so, willingly. Laura was very pleased. 

Mistress and Laura then went shopping, which meant leaving the dogs with me. Whilst Burt Reynolds was quite calm, Pearl pined for Mistress briefly before finally snuggling up to me. When Mistress and Laura returned, both dogs sitting calmly and on seeing the Mistress Pearl almost dragged me with her. I was then ordered to carry the shopping back to The Mistresses house, with Mistress teasing me (in a nice way) virtually all the way. 

After returning home, I was ordered to remove Mistresses boots and socks and to first massage her feet. (Mistress likes a firm hand on her feet – no messing around) I did this for what seemed like an eternity and Mistress was loving every minute of it. My hands were hurting and Mistress knew it by the amount of pressure that I was applying. I would say that by the time that Mistress had finished with me, my hands and Mistress’s feet had been well worked. I was then ordered to give The Mistress a nice pedicure and taught how to do it. It pleased me very much to be able to both please the Mistress and her friends.  

The highlight of the weekend was in fact getting away from London. I enjoyed my time thoroughly in Leeds and serving the Mistress was truly awesome. From the time that we got back from the pub and the time that I left Mistress’s flat, The Mistress kept me at her feet and bemoaned the end of the week specifically telling me that her feet would miss my hands. I told Mistress that I too would miss her feet and that I was more than happy for her to summon me from London as and when she feels she needs me. 

The most humiliating part of the weekend was in fact clearing up after the dogs. Dogs are hard work and I would like to think that I took that part of Mistresses daily task off her for the weekend. 

For all potential slaves, I would say that this Mistress is special and is only interested in a slave’s slavery, not in any monetary benefits, just remember that. Money means nothing to her.

Finally, the thing that really impressed me about The Mistress is that after I left her flat, I was ordered to let her know when I was on the coach, when I got to London and then when I reached home safely. She was genuinely concerned about my safe arrival, not only to London but back home too and wanted to be kept informed. She was worried about my safety. This is something that only family members do. She knew that I did not have any family, but that is still besides the point. How many other Doms would do this? How can I see another Dom after the experience I have had with Madam Firefly? She really is the best. She is special to me and I will love and cherish her and be her slave forever. 

And it is for the above reason alone that I have asked Madam Firefly not to hide my face pictures in the Blog. I have nothing but pride for being associated with Mistress and hope that before long and with the Chastity device in place, Mistress will elevate me the status of her No. 1 slave.( unless she already has.)

Sorry Mistress for the late sending of this blog. It did not take as long as I thought and I will take a hard caning from you for the delay which was unacceptable and will not happen again. I ask that once you have punished me that you will then forgive me.

Your Cheeky Slave

Chatterbox