From: slavemaid4u

Date: Tue Feb 20, 2001 10:25 pm

Subject: Weekend at Mistress Jean's, Pt. 1 Hi, all!

i'm a submissive alleged male pet by the name of 'annie' who had the luxury of serving Mistress Jean for 24 glorious hours this past weekend. By fortunate circumstance, we live near each other, and She graciously allowed me to attend Her during the editing of Her new video, 'Provocative.'

Before She would see me, it was required that i engage a local manicurist to paint my nails in bright colors and wax my legs. After a suitably humiliating discussion, the Women agreed that only their brightest green on fingers and pink on the toes would suffice... i was double-teamed by a pair of aggressive Vietnamese Ladies in the waxing room, and fifteen minutes later painfully emerged, hairless below the waist, for a thorough (and very public) manicure and pedicure among a salon crowded with Women.

Since this was an entire day before our meeting, it was necessary (and embarrassing) to attempt to conduct the further day's business with folded fingers... Particularly humiliating was an encounter with a neighbor, back from a long trip, who extended his hand in a cheerful greeting as i walked home from the parking lot...

From: slavemaid4u

Date: Wed Feb 21, 2001 7:31 am

Subject: Weekend at Mistress Jean's, Pt. 2

Finally, the blessed day arrived! As ordered, i dressed in a camisole and pantyhose (no underwear or socks allowed) under male clothing, and drove to Mistress Jean's. After a bit of conversation, we drove to a restaurant for a Japanese brunch. No overt comments, but noticed a few disapproving glances at my bright green nails.

After a delicious meal, we wandered a nearby mall for a bit, selecting an ankle-length leopard print nightie and a pair of earrings for later use. After a couple more errands, we returned to Her house, and the fun began!

She required me to display all the clothing and toys i had brought, then selected a fishnet slip, pink platform sandals, and a pair of jangly ankle bracelets as my attire (the camisole was removed, but the pantyhose allowed to remain). Suitably garbed, i was seated in front of Her computer, bound to a chair, and told to begin editing Her video.

While hardly a brutal task, it was insidious, as no breaks were allowed! Mistress Jean abandoned me to my plight, and amused Herself with gardening and other tasks (always staying within earshot, and checking the bindings frequently for circulation, thankfully!). Without explaining the consequences, she gave me several cups of tea, which were gratefully accepted (and later regretted!).

She also cooked a delicious soup, and had her dinner without acknowledging me. (Just as i'd resigned myself to going hungry, She placed a small bowl on the desk and told me to eat it without pausing.)

At about the seven hour mark, Mistress Jean's friend Rosanne called, and was encouraged to drop by for a visit (!). They chatted in the hot tub for a while then returned (fully dressed, darn the luck!) to the house to continue the conversation. Rosanne didn't think i appeared uncomfortable enough, so Mistress Jean poured me a beer and ordered me to drink it (the rope at my hips was already painfully tight over the bladder). After a further 45 minutes, Rosanne decided to leave, but Mistress Jean told Her to apply heavy shackles to me first. They consisted of a steel neck collar, attached to two wrist cuffs by 12-inch chains, and a separate set of ankle shackles, also steel and allowing a mere 18 inches of movement. Only then was i released from the chair and allowed to use the bathroom -- over 10 hours after sitting down!

From: slavemaid4u

Date: Wed Feb 21, 2001 9:54 pm

Subject: Weekend at Mistress Jean's, Pt. 3

After the refreshing pause (explained as 'the only break you'll get tonight!'), the collar and wrist chains were removed, and i was ordered to strip to pantyhose and shoes. Mistress Jean then instructed me to don the aforementioned leopard nightie and (still hampered by the ankle chains and platform shoes) to ascend with Her to Her upstairs chambers. Once aloft, She demanded that i remove my sandals and ankle bracelets (the shackles were left quite firmly in place) and climb aboard Her imposing steel bed.

Using nylon climbing straps, She quickly secured my arms to the headboard, then popped a video into the TV and snuggled in beside me. As She'd recently seen 'Hannibal' in the theater, She wished to review 'Silence of the Lambs' -- at this point, i strongly identified with the bondage inflicted on Mr. Hopkins during this film...

;-)

As the onscreen events unfolded, She alternately twigged my arousal (painfully near the surface, as you might imagine) and absorbed the performance. my futile attemps to gain the attention of Her roving feet with my own chained ones were met with Her amused and beautiful laughter. After the film ended, she changed my bondage to a wrists crossed and tied to neck position, unshackled my ankles, and (as the events had taken their toll on my decorum), demanded that i remove the pantyhose, step out of bed, and shower.

Refreshed but unrelieved, i returned to Her bed, only to find that a new collection of nylon straps had been broken out! These were quite successfully used to bind my wrists to my neck (far out of reach of the center of my consciousness at the moment!), and a harness was wrapped around my body. Mistress then repeatedly used Her legs to drive me to the brink of frustration, laughing melodiously at my attempts to lean against Her in order to obtain blessed relief.

Despite a great deal of futile begging, She now announced (this being near 3AM) that She was tired and was going to sleep. Largely unbound, yet helpless next to Her, I could only lie there and take solace in my own needed rest...

This proved to be very short-lived, as somewhere around 7:00 Buck, Her Dalmatian, decided to head upstairs and check out the situation! As he alternated from one side of the bed to another, Mistress Jean enjoyed both my attempts to placate this wonderful critter, and a few friendly hand and face licks when he crossed to Her side.

From: slavemaid4u

Date: Fri Feb 23, 2001 9:27 am

Subject: Weekend at Mistress Jean's, Pt. 4

Largely at the dog's insistence, we arose and began the day anew. Still dressed in the long nightie and barefoot (Mistress Jean was ravishing in lycra under Her terrycloth robe), the first stop was once again the computer, where we reviewed the edit list and made a couple small changes.

Satisfied, She kicked off a build of the file and, smiling wickedly, withdrew a blindfold from the bag of tricks i'd brought. my hands were bound and a leash fashioned from more of the ubiquitous nylon straps, and She lead me into another room. Ordered to kneel, then lie on my back, i had no idea of what to expect -- would the next instant be erotic, or painful? After an agonizing pause, Mistress lifted my ankles and placed them in what felt like a set of stocks without a topbrace. A few more sounds of unknown origin, and, amazingly, the 'stocks' begain to oscillate back and forth! my whole lower body was sawing back and forth over a period of six inches or so -- a *very* unsettling feeling! i heard Mistess leave the room, and the 'wobbling' continued for what i estimated to be 20 minutes...

Though gentle, the machine (Mistress later revealed it was a therapy device for back patients) was effective in causing a certain amount of discombobulation in movement for the next few minutes. Mistress slowly walked me back into the other room, removed the blindfold and restraints, and tossed over a towel. "We're going to the hot tub." she said.

"But Mistress, i didn't bring a bathing suit!"

"It wouldn't matter if you had." she said with an arched eyebrow...

We walked through Her (fortunately very private) back yard, where She uncovered both the spa and Her slave. We both splashed into the soothing water and basked, eminently comfortable despite the nip of winter in the air.

After our soak, i was allowed to dress once again in the nightie, and reshackled. Mistress cooked us wonderful omelettes, served with bowls of an exotic fruit salad, and we discussed a few final changes to the video.

Breakfast over and changes made, She released me, and allowed me to (reluctantly) pack up and don male clothing once again. After a warm hug, we parted.

The classic ending? Not yet: The weekend held one final surprise... Crossing a toll bridge, the tolltaker smiled as i extended my hand, leaned out of her booth and shouted "Love the nail polish!" as i drove away. ;-)

Ahhh... We're getting together again tonight -- can't wait!