Some of you may already be aware that there are changes afoot! I have recently bought a property in rural western Hungary close to the borders of Croatia and Slovenia. I will be taking my slave, dogs and horses and enjoying the peace and tranquillity of this beautiful country. The property has 5 acres of
In these rather insane times there are many of us who still have desires, wants and needs to serve, suffer and worship but are unable to do in person due to the ‘lockdown rules’. There are also many who live too far away to serve in person who would like to taste some of my
This story has been written by a very long standing visitor of mine. It is not entirely fictional… He had just received the text he both anticipated and dreaded. He had brought it on himself, being in no doubt as to what he deserved and moreover what needed to be done.He was also genuinely frightened,
Rhiannon and Mellory had finished breakfast. Now they sat around the kitchen table at Llandegley discussing Equus Europa, whose brochure had arrived in the morning post and was spread out on the table before them. The group, based in The Netherlands, was formed by Elena de Vries a Dutch businesswoman and lifestyle dominatrix who had
Mellory Jones stood at her bedroom window. She watched the Royal Mail van as it carefully made it’s way up the long drive that led from the road towards Llandegley Farm, the bright red of the van contrasting starkly with the pristine white of the fall of overnight snow. It was the first weekend in
The days were shortening quickly now as the colder season of winter approached, the countryside was gradually turning from green into a rich tapestry of reds and browns, the bare tops of the higher hills stood shrouded in an all encroaching bleakness. After her first month living at Llandegley Farm that she had inherited from
Mellory Jones heard the bleep from her phone and glanced down at the incoming text message. She was loading her bags into the car in preparation for her trip to Wales. It said quite simply “I think you will be pleased with how things have gone, have a safe journey.” Her friend Rhiannon had kept
Later that evening, as the two women were having dinner in the restaurant at The Angel Hotel. Rhiannon glanced at the wine list, saying. “I think that Champagne may be in order, don’t you? I would say that was quite a successful day, all things considered.” Her friend Mel nodded her agreement. She was beginning
Following on from last year’s femdom story series ‘The Referendum’, here is a new six part series called ‘The Farm Slave’ written by the same submissive author of mine. Mellory Jones paused briefly, her favourite crimson lipstick in her hand as she regarded herself carefully in the bathroom mirror in the midst of applying her
The sky was a glorious blue with not a cloud in sight. The sun had awoken him as it streamed through the bars of his stone cell.The automatic lock had already opened the door as he had work to do in the adjoining stable. His chastity device jingled as he rose from his wooden bench
