A PERSONAL RECOLLECTION OF SERVING MISS CAMEO

Preamble

I have been into BDSM for some years. My interest has mainly been in the sensory, bondage and control side of things rather than the pain side and I have never sought canings, floggings and the like although I have had limited experience in those. I have particularly wanted to experience a true D/s relationship though that has proved difficult in the pro scene. My first forays were on a one off basis but I found these did not satisfy me. I then started to do regular sessions with one Lady at a time which did. In most cases, the only reason I started with a different Lady was due to a change of location or because the Lady “retired”. Earlier this year, my previous Lady retired from the pro scene and so it was time to move on.

In my search I came across Miss Cameo’s Website and there was something there that attracted me. Despite that I was somewhat sceptical about some of the claims although I now know (as you will find out later) that I was wrong. Some of her activities held little interest and indeed scared the shit out of me. Nevertheless, there was much which did interest and I was fascinated by her history. I sent a brief email with a short outline of my experience/interests and suggested a couple of dates. I was pleasantly surprised by the speed of her response and by her perception of what I was looking for (things I have now become used to). There were a couple more email exchanges in which I sent a CV (which was far too long and wordy) and a date and time were set.

First Session

At the appointed time I knocked very nervously on her door. I have always found the first session to be difficult and, inwardly, I was shaking like a leaf. The door opened and I was invited in and then taken upstairs to sit next to Miss Cameo as she occupied her throne. It was soon apparent that despite its length, she had taken the time to read my CV and already had an understanding of me. She asked me to clarify not what I liked but those areas I didn’t like or wished to avoid and she then emphasised her rules. With the interview over, I was taken to her dressing room where I was told to undress and then present myself kneeling in front of her throne. She returned and fitted leather wrist and ankle restraints and then a leather collar. Even at that stage I felt her power over me and it felt as though totally under her control. Despite that and the fact that I am normally stiff and unyielding on a first session, I felt relaxed and found myself smiling at her.

What followed was without doubt the best first session I have ever had. She restrained me and then started to explore my body. Within a very short space of time I was quivering and shaking with delight. Miss Cameo displayed an extraordinary skill in reading my reactions and judging the pace. She totally manipulated me physically and it was quite wonderful. She then tried another couple of positions and soon found several of my “buttons”. All too soon it was near the end but before she finished she had me hold still unrestrained over her bench whilst she attended to my backside in a mild way. Although I didn’t enjoy the sensations as such, it did emphasis her power over me. Finally I was kneeling in front of her sat on her throne and I was permitted to lightly kiss each of her feet just once. As I did so, calm came over me and there was this incredible feeling, as I gently placed each kiss, that I had found my new home. At the time, I thought I was imagining it but I felt as though there was a real connection between us.

As I got dressed, I felt fantastic. Everything felt so natural, normal and right; there was none of the falsity that I have sometimes felt. There were no silly rules or protocols; no generation of silly infringements as an excuse to punish or other play acting. I was led downstairs Miss Cameo asked me to email her some thoughts about the session. I was about to be shown out and it was supposed to be a single first visit. However, I was in the area for the weekend and I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask her if she was free the following day and if so, could I return. I was waiting in the kitchen as she went to check her diary and noticed that a job needed doing. She returned and a time was set for the next day for a slightly longer session. As I drove to where I was staying I was thinking about that job; it just seemed the natural thing to do. When I got there I spent most of the evening writing down my thoughts and thinking about the next day.

Second Session

The following morning, I phoned Miss Cameo to confirm my attendance and asked if she would like me to complete the job if there was time. I left a little early to collect the bits I needed to do the job and again presented myself at her door at the appointed time. I didn’t realise it would be possible but Miss Cameo looked even more stunning than she had the previous day. She asked me if I would like to complete the job first or after the session. I told her that it might be better if I did it before which proved to be a very wise decision. I gave her my thoughts from the previous day and she left me to do the work. I thought it would only take 20 minutes or so but it was more difficult than I first thought. It was a hot day and after an hour I was dripping with sweat as I finished. I was then told to go upstairs to the dressing room, get undresses and present myself kneeling in front of her throne again.

As the cuffs and collar went on I felt a profound sense of being back where I belonged. Miss Cameo asked me a couple of questions and I managed to stammer out a couple of replies. It was odd; in all my previous experience, there had been an element of doubt and caution no matter how small. With the experience of the previous day, I knew I could totally trust Miss Cameo and I wanted to be fully open and frank and be able to tell her everything. Despite my wish, I was hesitating and stammering. I suspect it is because I have never been able to be open before. I promise you, Miss Cameo, that I will improve. 

 After that I was again tied to the bench and Miss Cameo fitted a blindfold. As I was face down, she did it by feel and it only partially covered my eyes. In the past I would have accepted this and used the gap to “peek” and see what was going to happen. Miss Cameo generates such a feeling of honesty and trust that I instinctively told her about it and was then properly sightless. Within a very short space of time, I was deep in subspace and couldn’t tell you what she did. All I know is that I felt wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me. I thought she had found many of my buttons the day before but she now seemed to find the rest even though I didn’t know I had them.

After a while, she gently brought me back to the surface and showed me a fork. She leant down and whispered in my ear that she was going to be cruel. I thought I was going to be in trouble but she explained that in future I would never be able to pick up a fork without thinking about what happened. Within seconds, I was back deep in subspace and dam her she’s right! I can no longer see a fork without thinking of her. Several positions followed and she almost had to help me from one to another as I was weak at the knees. Each time she dropped me deftly into subspace. Eventually I was lying on my back in front of her web. She raised me from subspace and gave my nipples a final prod with the fork. As she did so she asked what my views were on pain then. I was a little confused because I hadn’t felt any and told her so. Miss Cameo just laughed and said that I was in such a state that she doubted I would feel anything!  She then stood over me which was incredible in it’s own right. However, she then put her foot on my cock and started to massage it with her toes; I nearly exploded; despite what she said, I certainly felt that. She stopped and then proceeded to bring me almost to the point of no return before stopping again. Finally she mused whether to force me to cum and thus end the session, untie me and let me pleasure myself or to just let me stew. God! Did I know which I wanted but in the end she left me to stew.

She untied me and told me to stand, walk to her throne and kneel in front of it. I could barely do so I felt so weak. I had never felt so emotionally and physically drained. I couldn’t believe that I had only been there for 3 hours. Miss Cameo sat down in front of me and allowed me to kiss her feet again but this time to worship them for a short while rather than a single kiss. It felt so relaxing, comforting and delicious; as I was worshiping them for an all too brief time, I realised with a profound sense of joy that Miss Cameo had stolen my heart. When I first read the comments on her homepage, I had been sceptical of the claims but no longer. All too soon, I had to dress and leave. As I drove home I vowed to myself that I would serve her to the best of my ability.

Pause For Thought

One weekend, two all too brief visits and my world had been turned upside down. On my return home, I emailed Miss Cameo thanking her for the weekend and the following day, once I had started to come down from my “high”, I sent her some thoughts as she had requested. As I typed those I realised how desperate I was to see her again. The earliest I could visit Northampton was 2 weeks later so I arranged to visit Miss Cameo then. I spent the rest of the week thinking about what had happened and no matter what I did; I was reminded of her image. She really is a remarkable woman. I also re-read her Website. On the home page she says:

“You will love me, adore me, fear me, hate me but crave and desire my attentions be they cold, cruel, painful or sensual. But most of all you will serve me any way I desire and through this submit your all in its entirety with perfect love and perfect trust.”

I had come to realise just how true this was. “Hate her?” Yes, Forks will never be the same. “Love and adore her?” Certainly, she had stolen my heart. “Fear her?” Indeed, there are several activities that she lists that scare the hell out of me but I know I will accept them. “Trust her?” I do implicitly, in a way that I have never been able to before with any other. “Crave and desire her?” More than that, I wanted to serve her as best I could.

My thoughts were full of Miss Cameo; I kept thinking back to what she had said and to try to figure out if there was any way I could help and if there were any jobs that I might be able to complete for her. I was due to do some work in Birmingham and I started to rearrange this so I could do it at a branch near Northampton. I also managed to send her another email trying to explain how she had affected me. I was then abroad for a few days with limited internet access and I started to realise just how much everyday things were reminding me of her. At least it helped pass the time more quickly. I returned to the UK with only 5 days to go and I found my diary had changed slightly and I had more time in Northampton than I thought. I again emailed Miss Cameo and informed her of this and asked if I could extend the session slightly. I also explained that I would not have to rush off and offered to complete any minor jobs she might have if she wished me to. As usual, her reply came quickly; she would be delighted to extend the session slightly and could I look at the oven as it was making funny noises and had another minor problem. She also explained that the oven had been “inherited” with the house and was somewhat dirty as she couldn’t use oven cleaner due to her illness.

Third Session and Surprises

I set off early on the appointed day and collected the parts I thought I needed and some cleaner before presenting myself at Miss Cameo’s door on time. When I saw her, I was again amazed by how stunning she looked. I had thought it difficult but she looked even better than I remembered. I then gave her the small gift I had brought with me. I have often thought that some Ladies think of gifts as an additional income, expect them and do not appreciate them. Not so Miss Cameo, she shows genuine delight in receiving even a small item and seems to appreciate the thought behind them more than the value. It was again agreed that I would do the job before the session. I had thought it would take me at least half an hour and perhaps an hour to complete. However, this time it was the other way round and I had it fixed the oven in about 10 minutes. So as I had the cleaner etc with me, I then spend 30 minutes trying to clean the oven before leaving it to “soak”. I informed Miss Cameo of this and I was instructed to go upstairs, undress and present myself kneeling in front of her throne again.

Five minutes later I was kneeling in front of her throne and about to receive the first of many surprises that afternoon. Miss Cameo entered, sat on her throne and looked at me. “So you want to serve me?” she asked. When I confirmed that I did, she went on to ask a series of searching questions on how I felt and what it would mean. Again, she showed her high degree of perception and I was surprised when she went on to say what it would mean to wear her collar. I had told her I wished to serve but had not mentioned a collar (I felt it too presumptuous). She then fitted the wrist and ankle restraints and picked up a collar. As she put it on I was told to consider it my training collar. I was stunned and I think even Master El was somewhat surprised at the pace of events. I was sent to the kneeler and as she tied me to it, Miss Cameo started to explain what would be expected of me and the rules that would apply. Naturally I was trying to pay rapt attention. She then started to tease my body in much the same way as on the previous session and I could have easily relaxed and I would soon have dropped into subspace. However, I had to concentrate on what she was saying and just managed to stay alert. As I did so I started to recognise some of the variety of implements that she had used before. Even so, she soon dropped me into subspace despite my efforts before bringing me back up again.

There was a brief pause whilst Miss Cameo collected her electric cane, she explained its use and then said there might be a reward later before she started using the cane. I have never been into the pain side of the scene and initially, I was somewhat nervous but she again used her great skill and I was able to relax a little. She was only using a very mild setting and although, it was a little uncomfortable to start with, I became more used to it and could appreciate the feelings. Suddenly, however, the level went up and as she applied the cane, I shot up the bench as far as the bonds would allow with the pain. I vaguely heard her voice “breathe, in, out” and I had just about managed to control it when the next one came and the next and so on. I hated it and wanted it to stop but I was in for another surprise. When it did, I felt sorry that it had. I can’t explain the feeling yet but there was something there that I have never felt before. Once it had stopped, I lay on the bench regaining my equilibrium. Once I had done so, I looked over my shoulder to see that Miss Cameo had removed her dress and was halfway through fitting her strap-on. Any thoughts of the cane evaporated and I watched eagerly as she finished and walked round to my head. There was another new feeling, my mouth was hungry for her strap-on and closed readily around it when she presented it. All too soon she moved behind me again and after a little preparation, she entered me. Skillfully she brought me almost to the point of an anal orgasm before withdrawing and letting me recover.

She released me, then sent me to the dressing room to fetch a chair and then tied me to it. As she tied so, she caught me looking at the sensory area and told me I could look more closely later. She then told me to think of the fantasies I had been having of her that since the last session, put on the sensory deprivation equipment and left me. Initially it was quite difficult as I had spent much of the time thinking about jobs etc. However, I soon settled down and drifted off. It amazes me the way Miss Cameo seems to see right through me and knows what is going on inside my head. One minute I was in my fantasy and the next it was happening for real as she returned and started to tease my body again. The deprivation finished but the teasing continued as I watched. She then blindfolded me again and told me to hold still. I felt moisture on my genitals and assumed that the electrics were coming back. I should never assume anything as the next thing I felt was a sharp prick and then another. The blindfold was removed and I was looking at the needles; another first for me. Again I was told there may be a reward and then she then started using the electrics on the needles. Having had me squirm for a while, she released me, removed the blindfold and gave me permission to explore the sensory area. I was then told to kneel at the foot of the bed and the blindfold was replaced. I heard Miss Cameo moving around for a short while and then sensed her in front of me. I was wondering what was to happen next when she told me I was not to touch her other than with my lips and tongue. She then guided my head to her inner thigh and gradually moved my head upward. My head was poised above her pussy and I need no further urging. I was stunned and initially it felt very odd but very soon my tongue was working overtime and I was totally immersed. I have to admit Miss Cameo did have to tell me to stop twice once she had climaxed before it sunk in. I was then told to remain on my knees in an upright position with my hands on my head and told not to move. I was just about to wonder what would happen when I felt her lips close around my cock. Staying still as she continued was one of the hardest things I have had to do! I was fit to explode! Fortunately, she sensed it and stopped before I embarrassed myself.

I was allowed to lower my arms and next found myself lying in front of Miss Cameo’s web. As she restrained me, my thoughts went back to the last session and what she had down with her feet. I so wanted to experience that again and to be forced to cum but it was not to be. I am sure Miss Cameo was very aware of what was in my mind but she just lit a cigarette and then proceeded to use it to lightly touch my body with it. She really is a master of manipulating your feelings and mind. Once she had finished that, she again teased my body lowering me gently into shallow subspace for a while before bringing me back up. I was then released and told to sit on the kneeler where I was blindfolded again. She then told me to masturbate but I was to tell her when I was near the climax. When I did so, I sensed her head inches from my cock and as I felt her breathe on it, I just exploded with one of the most intense orgasms I have had in a long while. It took several minutes to come down from it and then Miss Cameo went to her throne and I knelt in front of her. This time I was allowed to kiss her feet for several minutes. She had taken control of my body, stolen my heart and as I kissed her feet, I realised she had also taken my soul. Oh! How I long to worship her feet fully using my hands as well as my mouth!

All too soon she had me stop and sent me to the dressing room to get dressed. I had just started to do so when she entered the room and put on a silk dressing gown. I had told her at the start about my plan to come to Northampton for 4 weeks if she needed anything doing. I had thought of some minor things but wasn’t quite prepared for what happened next. As I dressed she explained what she needed in there; more storage space, space for her shoes and boots and somewhere to hang jewellery. I had to concentrate very hard, I was trying to get dressed, Miss Cameo was just in front of me in a silk dressing gown and I had just had one of the most incredible sessions ever. However, I had to force myself to listen to what she was saying and at the same time work out what would be feasible. She then showed me round other parts of the house listing what she wanted done. I was going to be kept very busy! Finally we came to the kitchen and she then left me to clean off the oven that had been soaking. It will never look bright but at least she could see through the door now. Then just before I left, she presented me with a stick of rock she bought for me on a recent trip to the coast. It was the first time a Mistress had bought something for me!

Anticipation And Frustration

I left the house and I had to walk around the block for 10 minutes to settle my mind before driving off. Even so I had to stop at the first motorway service area for a drink before completing the drive home. For the next day or so, I thought about what had happened and my feelings and emailed them to Miss Cameo. Each of the visits had been very different; the previous one had been very deep and intense. This one had felt completely different. Miss Cameo had dropped me into subspace several times but it was shallower and for shorter durations. I had had to concentrate much more on what was said rather than the sensations and I had learnt a great deal. Overall, so much had happened in just a short space of time and I was just beginning to understand what it is to be owned and what a wonderful feeling that is. However, now I was going to have to learn patience as I was not due back in Northampton for 8 weeks. My diary was full for the next 2 ½ weeks and then I was away on holiday for 3 weeks and I had to complete some other work on my return before my next visit. In some ways those first couple of weeks were not too bad. 8 weeks seemed a long way away and my mind was full of how I was going to do the jobs. I drafted some plans of my ideas but found that Miss Cameo is not used to using such things so I had to turn them into approximate pictures. Master El then took some measurements for me and I started to plan in detail. One of my new rules was that I was not to play with myself at any time without permission. I thought by concentrating on the plans that I wouldn’t find it too difficult to cope. How wrong I was! Within several days I was going nuts; I am not sure what was so different. Maybe it was the thought that I couldn’t play with myself that made me want to do it all the more. Maybe it was the thought of belonging to Miss Cameo that brought her to mind all the more. Whatever it was, no matter how hard I tried to occupy myself, I couldn’t get rid of the urge and the first request went off fairly soon. I was just beginning to understand the profound power of a D/s exchange.

Soon my holiday approached and I thought I might get a break. Miss Cameo was aware of my holiday and understood that contact would be difficult. There would be a lot going on and with little contact, I thought I would be able to relax and enjoy it. Again I was mistaken. Everything I did and everywhere I looked reminded me of my Mistress. There was no planning and no work to distract me and after 3 days I made the time to send a short email telling her what was happening. Her response brightened my day so much that I had to send an update every 3 or 4 days. This also had an effect on my urges and I had to seek permission several times to be able to release them. Miss Cameo had been very understanding and kind and each time allowed me to do so. Even so, my visit to Northampton still seemed a long way away and I wasn’t feeling the urgency that I had prior to my last visit. However, I was still thinking about my next one and I started to have a dilemma. I was going to be in Northampton for a protracted period. There was a lot of work to do and also a possibility of a filming or photo session. Not unnaturally, I also wanted to spend some dedicated time in her playroom. I have always wanted to experience a protracted session and this would be the ideal opportunity. I could do a short session when I first saw her and then a longer one with an overnight stay sometime during the period. I had decided on requesting this when I started to have doubts. There would be a lot of contact whilst workings, so if there was only one period in the playroom would it drive me nuts? I then decided to request several short sessions instead and then sent myself mad thinking about it. I suddenly had an idea; Why not ask Miss Cameo. I emailed her with an idea. I would present her with one large tribute when I arrived. She could then decide how I would spend my time either working or in her playroom. She didn’t even have to tell me before I arrived or how long we would be in the playroom if that is what she wanted. When I read her reply, my stomach turned itself into knots and I felt as though my cell door had been slammed shut and locked. She liked the idea as it would increase her control over me. I was going to be in Northampton for 4 weeks and unless I was at work, my entire time would be under Miss Cameo’s control. She could get me to do work, play with me or send me away and ignore me for several days or even longer.

 I emailed Miss Cameo shortly after my return; on holiday my “releases” had been in stolen moments. Now I was back, could I have permission to do so again but this time in a slower more protracted way? Once again she granted her permission. At he same time I suddenly realised there was less than 2 weeks to go and I again started counting the days and working out the final details of the work. This meant that the urges increased and when I next asked, she denied permission. I started to wake in the night with an erection thinking of her. I couldn’t do anything about it as I was forbidden, I couldn’t get back to sleep and I couldn’t ignore it. The more I tried, the more I thought of her! I would have to get up and do something completely different until it subsided when I could go back to bed and sleep. After several nights, I had to beg her to understand and let me release. Fortunately she took pity on me this time and allowed me to do it. I have always dreamed of a true power exchange and I am only now becoming aware of just how profound, powerful and indeed satisfying it is. It encompasses you whole life and starts to affect everything you do and how you think. It was incredibly frustrating at times but my anticipation of continuing my training was getting to fever pitch. The last couple of days sped past and finally I was in Northampton about to start the 4 weeks. I had arranged to go slightly early so that my first full day would be completely free. Before I left, I checked my emails; nothing and no text. I phoned her to confirm I was leaving but had to leave a message on her voicemail. After 8 weeks of waiting I went to bed without a clue of what was to happen the following day! I didn’t even know if I was going to be allowed to see her. It was going to be a very restless night. Miss Cameo can be very kind but she can also be incredibly cruel!

Four Weeks Of Servitude

Day One

The next 24 hours were not only going to be different from what I have experienced in the past but there was also going to be new experiences as well. I woke early and indeed it had been a restless night. I checked the emails but still nothing so I got ready in case there was a call. Still no email so I called Miss Cameo to let her know I was ready. Once again I had to leave a message on her voicemail. I kept my phone with me and decided to go shopping. At least I had been given the chance to get the present I had thought of! I got back around midday just in time to get an email from Miss Cameo asking if I was bursting to see her and asking when I would arrive. I rang her to find she hadn’t been expecting me to arrive till later and she said she would ring back with instructions. I started to reply to her email saying how close to bursting I was when a text arrived. Her phone had not warned her of my 2 voicemails (or several others!) and she told me to present myself at 5 pm. Another 3 hours before I left! It was difficult to concentrate so I sat trying to relax thinking of what might happen. I didn’t realise it then but it was the last few hours I could call my own for some time. Despite my best efforts, I was hardly relaxed and set off slightly early, collected some flowers on the way and presented myself at the correct time.

Miss Cameo met me at the door in a short red velvet dress and once she had put the flowers in a vase, took me to the Office. She had some things she needed to complete and I knelt by her chair as she did so. I had been anticipating my visit with some fervour and I would have thought that I would have been very impatient to make a “start”. However, there was nothing like that when I knelt at her feet. I had thought about what it would be like to just talk but I had not imagined just being kneeling at her feet as Miss Cameo did things on the computer and talked to Master El. I didn’t expect it to feel quite so comforting and right. After about an hour, Miss Cameo told me we were going shopping and went to change. Prior to arriving, I had promised Miss Cameo I would take her to the local Supermarket to shop for her special diet. As we arrived, she told me she also needed some things for the house and Master El and that she would be paying for those. It felt very different pushing a trolley around for my Mistress and I soon learnt that she hates shopping! Initially I was on tenterhooks but fortunately, it wasn’t very busy and I knew my way around so found what Miss Cameo was looking for fairly quickly. I even managed to persuade her to move some of the items from “her” end of the trolley to “mine”. Having returned to the house and unpacked the shopping, I was again taken to the office. Once again, I thought I might be impatient but it was just a calm acceptance of just being there and close.

After about an hour, Miss Cameo turned to me and told me to go upstairs, get undressed and kneel in front of her throne. All my calmness suddenly evaporated and my heart started to pound as I did so. I was soon kneeling in front of Miss Cameo as she sat on her throne. I had some cock harnesses at home for “self play” but as this was no longer appropriate, I presented them to her together with her present. As I was away from my normal work for some time, this was the first time I had been able to let Miss Cameo play with almost no restriction. I was, therefore, expecting more in the way of CP than I had received before and was feeling some trepidation! At the same time, I was also hoping that there might be something more pleasurable toward the end. However, that hope was soon dashed when Miss Cameo told me I had made quite a few requests to pleasure myself that she had granted.

I was soon tied face down on the kneeler and Miss Cameo started to enjoy herself with my backside using some of the vast array of implements she has at her disposal. I am not sure I will ever “enjoy” the physical feeling of CP. Miss Cameo gradually worked her way through a variety of her toys, different floggers, paddles, her hand, and a crop. The intensity and severity gradually increased and although it was uncomfortable, I did find it bearable. That soon changed when Miss Cameo selected a cane. I hated the feel of it and would never ask for it. However, despite that, she filled my body with loving warmth and sent my soul soaring by her pleasure in the way I took it. As I sit here, typing this and thinking about it, my balls are aching painfully and I am almost trembling. If you will excuse the pun, it pains me to say it but I relish the thought of Miss Cameo caning me again not for the feeling of the cane but the pleasure she will get from it; indeed even the thought of her going much further excites me. I was then untied, told to turn over and rebound to the kneeler face up. Miss Cameo then “wired” me up for the electrics and sensory deprivation, set it running and left me for a while. My torment was about to continue. It wasn’t her intention but the program Miss Cameo had chosen was about to drive me up the wall. The electric pulses started at a very low level and very slowly ramped up. For the first couple of cycles, the strongest verged on uncomfortable but I was soon used to it. The slow build up was maddening and then just as it got to the stage I was really about to enjoy it, it stopped dead and started again. Very soon I could have screamed with frustration and as I stamped my foot on the rest I realised for the first time just why people do it! I went through all sorts of emotions but was praying for it to stop some time before it did. Until I could explain it later, Miss Cameo was oblivious to this and thought I was enjoying it! When it did finish, Miss Cameo decided that as she had dealt with my rear end, it was time to deal with the front. She started with the new feather duster I had bought but soon started to attack my nipples and chest with other things including some heavy use of the pin wheel.

All too soon it was over and I was allowed to kiss Miss Cameo’s feet. Whilst I did so, she told me that she had planned five 2 hour periods in the Dungeon during my 4 weeks but that she wasn’t going to tell me when. She also returned one of the cock harnesses and told me to put it on first thing in the morning before work and not take it off again until told. I was then sent to get dressed and finally left around 11 pm with the instruction to return the following day at 6:30 pm. As I drove back, my nipples were hurting but I felt so glad that my servitude had started. Having got back to where I was staying, I had to get everything ready for the next day. I had to put out the clothes for work and the following evening and make up lunch. As I got undressed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My backside had welts across it and my whole body was covered in pinwheel tracks. I finally climbed into bed at around 12:30 reflecting on the day. It felt very odd. I had never been in a dungeon before in the evening. It was more usually in the morning and sometimes early afternoon. As a result I had had plenty of time to come down and indeed was able to pleasure myself if I chose to. I was still coming down, my nipples were hurting, my balls were aching and I couldn’t do anything about it. At least my backside wasn’t bothering me! It was a while before I went to sleep.

Day Two

The alarm went off at 7 am and I had to rush to get ready, have breakfast, grab everything and drive to work with the cock harness on. On a positive note, although I was still very conscious of my nipples, there weren’t hurting too much. I was, however, now very conscious of the welts on my backside. The work was mundane and I wasn’t that conscious of the cock harness; any feeling from that was overshadowed by my backside. I left at 5 pm, drove back and had 35 minutes to shower, shave, get dressed, grab a very quick bite to eat and then drive to present myself on time. It was going to be a work night and Miss Cameo asked what I intended to do. First stop was B&Q for bits. I was sent still wearing the cock harness. Miss Cameo later told me she had not thought about during the day but was amused by the thought of me in B&Q with it on! On my return, I re-measured her dressing room to confirm my cutting list and work out exactly what I needed. I had planned to make a shoe/boot rack for the dressing room on the rear wall but there was a radiator in the way. Miss Cameo couldn’t switch it off so I first fixed that and switched it off and we agreed the rack could be built around it. Having checked and worked everything out, I then completed 3 or 4 other jobs around the Dungeon and house. Having finished around 10:45, Miss Cameo let me leave. I drove to where I was staying and it took an hour again to get everything ready. This was to be the pattern for most of my time there.

Day Three

I was again at the door at 6:30. I had planned to start getting the wood but there was a problem. The dressing Room was now too cold so Master El had put the radiator back on which meant the boot/shoe rack had to move because of the heat. Miss Cameo had now decided to have it in the Ante Room. I measured up quickly and went to get the wood. The schoolroom had become my workshop and I spent the rest of the evening was cutting boards to size. Miss Cameo pretty much left me to work on my own. In her view, I was the “expert” and should be left to decide how to do the work. I finished this around 10:30, tidied up and went to find Miss Cameo. I informed her that there was little else I could do that night and rather stupidly told her I would get changed and then leave. Even more stupid was that I missed to look she gave me! She escorted me to the door and said goodnight and I turned and said “cheers, see you tomorrow”. I also missed that look!!

Day Four

 I arrived at the usual time and was soon informed of the error of my ways. Miss Cameo would decide when I should leave and if I felt I had to leave for any reason, I was to seek permission. What’s more, familiar phrases such as “cheers” were not acceptable and I was to remember my position. I started work in a sombre mood. The first boards were ready so I started to offer them up and discovered why I was to end up hating whoever built the house. Absolutely nothing was square or level so everything needed adjusting to fit. I also found there was a power socket in the way. There was now a more work than I had planed for so I started to work fast. By mid evening, it was back to cutting when disaster struck. I was getting tired; not only did I have to think of the work but also my training and conduct. I had been very careful up till then but my concentration lapsed and as I started to cut one board, the noise of the saw changed. I looked to see what had happened and, to my horror, I had put a small but neat cut in one of the lids on Miss Cameo’s school desk. I can’t begin to describe how wretched I felt.

I finished what I was doing, tidied up and went to find Miss Cameo. I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. As it was late, when she saw me she told me I could change and leave. I informed her that I had to show her something first. I followed her to the Schoolroom and showed her the cut. I was told how disappointed she was in me and that she would have to decide what to do later. She then left me to change. I did so and then went to find her. She sent me away saying she would deal with it in the morning. After I got back, I prepared everything for the next day and went to bed. However, there was no way I could sleep. I knew the rules, Miss Cameo had explained them. Sooner or later I would make a mistake that Miss Cameo deemed worthy of punishment. She would then administer it and the matter would be ended. However, I knew that wouldn’t be the case here. Had it been anything else, it would have been but in this case I knew that even if Miss Cameo deemed it over and forgave me, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. Of all the possible stupid things to do, this was the worst. I knew what the desk meant to her and how far Master El had driven to pick it up. I eventually fell asleep around 5 am.

Day Five

I felt awful the whole day at work and presented myself at Miss Cameo’s door at 6:30. Miss Cameo let me in, closed the door and immediately asked what was wrong. I probably looked awful. I was on my knees and I told her I had had only 2 hours sleep and why. Miss Cameo has incredible empathy. She looked at me, paused and said that she was not going to punish me. She felt I had punished myself harder than she would have. I don’t know how she knew, but it was the one thing that enabled to get past it. However, she did go on to say that if I made another mistake, the punishment would be twice as hard. I kissed her hand and she set me to work. Master El came to see how I was and I asked his advice on the power socket. I decided to leave a shelf out so it could be accessed. A little later, Miss Cameo also came to see me and sent me home early to get some sleep.

Day Six

Another day of work; I was still tired but I still had to get on because I had planed to have started clearing the dressing room. I soon finished the unit and Miss Cameo came to look. There was not enough room for all her shoes and I would have to add another 4 shelves! I managed to fit the blocks for them but would need more board. I then fitted the coat hooks but it was now late and there was no time to prepare the dressing room. What’s more, my “workshop” had to revert to the Schoolroom for the next day so I had to tidy, clean and dust it to Miss Cameo’s high standards. I was released somewhat late with the instruction to return at 9am. (It was my weekend off work!). I tidied up, got changed and went to find Miss Cameo to say goodnight. As we went to the door, she stopped and suddenly turned to me; I had forgotten to say goodnight to Master El. I still wasn’t having a good day!

Day Seven

I was admitted by Master El and I went to present myself to Miss Cameo in her dressing room. She was still getting ready and I was allowed to kneel at her feet whilst she did so. Once she had finished, I was able to remove the old rail, fill the holes and paint the wall. It was then off to B&Q once more for boards. By the time I returned, Miss Cameo had vacated the schoolroom and it was my workshop again. My first job was to finish the shoe unit and then give the dressing room wall a second coat of paint. I then started to cut the boards for the new wardrobe with the school desk well out of harms way. Not only were the walls and floor bent in the dressing room, but there were a whole set of pipes to contend with as well. I lost count of the number of times I was up and down stairs with a large board trying it for size and taking it down again to adjust. In the meantime, Miss Cameo started to get busy. The wall behind the shoe rack had been painted. This made her decide the rest of the room needed painting and gradually over the next 3 weeks, this spread throughout the house. She even managed to bully Master El into wielding a brush! The downside was that I had to keep carrying boards past her. Normally I would have welcomed it. However even though she was wearing paint splattered joggers, her bum looked just as good as she bent over the paint pot as it did clad in PVC and it was driving me to distraction!

Day Eight

I arrived at 9 and rang the bell. Miss Cameo’s sister’s wedding was the following day. Earlier in the week, she had been out looking for an outfit and seen one that she really liked that was a real bargain. I had already promised to buy it for her and so later that morning she went out to get it. So, for a while, I had some peace. It didn’t last long because she was obviously upset when she returned. I found out why a short while later when she came into the schoolroom. The outfit hadn’t fitted and the only one she found that did, didn’t suit her. When she had mentioned the dress, I had thought that she had tried it on and so I had given her enough for that dress and I now was feeling even worse. Master El then decided to come to the schoolroom, inspect the desk and make quips about it. Miss Cameo left before I could say anything. I did manage to speak to her an hour or so later and was able to explain that I really wanted to get her an outfit she was happy with and why I had given her the amount I had. It took a while but I did manage to persuade her to accept some more and go and get something she liked. I was still very tired but at least I was now able to get the work done with some enthusiasm. It was a long day but the wardrobe was finished by the end of it. I was finally released to go home having been given a set of keys. Miss Cameo was not sure what time she would return from the wedding but it was likely to be late. I was to arrive as normal and carry on working. I even managed to remember to say goodnight to Master El.  

Day Nine

Although I knew Miss Cameo was almost certainly going to be back late, I still left work at 5 pm, rushed to the accommodation, showered, changed and grabbed everything. I let myself in exactly 6:30, got changed and started work. I finished the dressing room as best I could and did several other minor jobs. It felt quite odd having the complete rum of Miss Cameo’s house on my own. It was approaching 10:30 and I was just about to text Miss Cameo to ask permission to stop when she arrived home. She looked radiant and had obviously had a good day. She was however very tired and wanted me to leave as soon as possible so she could rest. I finished tidying up, changed and left.

Day Ten

I had now resigned myself to the fact that I was unlikely to be in the Dungeon again till the second half. Indeed, I suddenly recalled that Miss Cameo had mentioned that the welts on my backside would have 2 ½ weeks to recover. The boot and shoe rack had now been filled, the wardrobe had been arranged and Miss Cameo was painting the hall! I had to explain to her that another problem had arisen. Instead of spending my middle weekend at home resting and washing, I had to visit my son to fix his computer. I would therefore need to do my washing in Northampton.

Day Eleven

The next major job was Miss Cameo’s bedroom and lounge. I didn’t want to start this until after my weekend so as to minimise the mess for her. It was therefore an evening of minor jobs and then some repairs. Miss Cameo had knocked one of her statues over and smashed it. Her Japanese tea set had also had a couple of pieces broken. I sat at the school desk and began to piece the statue back together wishing I had about four hands. Eventually it was done and the repair could only be seen close up. I took it to her in the office and her face lit up when she saw it! That smile was worth any amount of effort!

Day Twelve

Washing day! It felt very odd; it for the first time in 2 weeks I had been able to sit down and have a proper meal and I felt completely at a loss as I waited for the 2 loads of washing to finish. The only way I could settle was to use the laptop to start writing some thoughts for Miss Cameo and for this diary.

Days Thirteen to Fifteen

After finishing work at 5, I had to drive 3 hours home in the rush hour and then spent until 2 am sorting a computer for my son. I was up early to finish off before driving 5 hours to my son’s. I managed to fix his but it needed a reload and so I was up till 3 am again. I had missed an evening’s work at Miss Cameo’s so I set off in the morning so I could be back early to make it up. As I did so, I pondered the events of the last two weeks.

Reflections of the First Half

When I had set off for Miss Cameo’s a fortnight before, I didn’t know what to expect. It had turned to be quite unlike anything I could have imagined. Many of the things I imagined would be difficult had proved not to be but some of those that I thought would be easy proved to be the most difficult. But above all else I had learnt a great deal. Although in the past it had been relatively easy to remember my place, it was initially quite difficult to do so in a more everyday environment especially as I was doing tasks that I was more used to doing for myself. However, by the end of the two weeks, I was just beginning to understand submission in everyday life. For the first week, I didn’t notice it but once I had been given a key, it dawned on me how much trust Miss Cameo had placed in me. At the start when I was working, I was only thinking about the job in hand. However, after I had been lent the key, I suddenly realised that if I had been in that situation anywhere else, I might not have resisted the temptation to have a closer look at things and perhaps even to touch. However, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. Even after I realised it, it was still very easy to be good. There was a downside though; I became even more aware of where I was and the urge to play with myself at night became much stronger. I was also becoming much more frustrated and desperate to be allowed in the Dungeon again. Hopefully it would not be too long.

So, as well as having sore and aching balls from desire, I had also learnt much about myself and felt I had made progress. I also felt very different. No matter how much I liked to think otherwise, I had always been quite selfish when I booked and thought about sessions. It was very much about the pleasure and fun I would get and much of it was almost false. I didn’t know how I was going to feel when I next knelt naked in front of Miss Cameo but I did know that it would be very different. Not least because in the past, ultimately the only reason I had presented myself anywhere was because of a tribute. The next time I thought would feel as though I was there because I belonged at Miss Cameo’s feet. 

Day Fifteen (Cont)

I should have been resting but it felt really odd having been away from Miss Cameo for several days. I was desperate to see her again and I managed to leave my Son’s house at 10 am. Just before I did, I sent a text saying I could be there by 2 pm. Eventually, I got onto the M6; I passed Manchester and still no reply. I had just passed Birmingham when a text arrived and my heart sank. Miss Cameo had been suffering from flu from the time I had left and was still in bed. I carried on the where I was staying feeling empty inside. I knew there was nothing I could do to help but even so I felt so frustrated that there wasn’t anything I could do.

I got back to where I was staying and felt at a loss. It had been non stop for the last two weeks and I should have been grateful for the opportunity to relax but I couldn’t. I should have got any early night to catch up on my sleep but I knew I would just toss and turn. I made sure everything was ready for work the following day and then typed up some thoughts on the laptop.

Day Sixteen

I arrived at work with my thoughts still full of concern for Miss Cameo. I didn’t want to disturb her but I was wondering how she was. The first couple of hours were busy and then I was able to send a text to see how she was and found out she was still in bed. Although I was desperate to see her, I offered to stay away. The reply came back that although I couldn’t do any work in the bedroom, there was still work to do and I was to report at 6:30 as usual.

It was even more of a rush when I finished work. I wanted to leave a little early so I could get some flowers on the way. At least I might be able to cheer her up slightly. I let myself in at the correct time and I noticed that Miss Cameo had finished stripping off the doors in the kitchen and started painting them. She had hurt her hands when she started to strip the doors and I had already brought a heat gun down to help her. I had also promised her I would bring a pair of gloves from home to protect her hands when I returned. It was perhaps not very slave-like but I was mentally cursing her impatience. I went to find her and gave her the flowers and the gloves. She then told me she had finished stripping the vinyl off the doors and I had to bite my tongue as I told her I had noticed that. More and more I was feeling the constraints of my submission to her!

The next major job was the units in her Lounge/Bedroom but I had already measured up so I then went to B&Q yet again to get the next set of wood. I was also after some lights. The fresh paint in both the Ante Room and the Kitchen had highlighted the starkness of the fluorescent lights and I wanted to change them. Miss Cameo also asked me to look for some stencils to decorate the kitchen doors. Once I returned with the wood, I spent the rest of the evening in the schoolroom cutting them to size. The intention was to get as much ready as I could so that fit everything over my next weekend and minimise the disruption.

Day Seventeen

I again sent a text at work to enquire how Miss Cameo was feeling. She was up and about but still feeling rough. I arrived at the usual time and found Master El had been busy in the Kitchen area and more black paint was appearing. I was able to take some more measurements in the Lounge. Miss Cameo had removed the curtains in preparation to painting the walls. As the cats had been climbing on them, the rails were coming loose and I was asked to take them down so I could refit them properly once the wall had been painted.  It was then back to the preparation of the boards. I had cut most of the boards and it was time to do a trial fit against the wall in the Lounge. I now had to be extra careful so as not to touch any of the black paint as I went through the kitchen. I was almost out of food and asked Miss Cameo if I could be released early to visit Sainsbury’s on the way back I was dully given permission to leave at 10 pm.

Day Eighteen

I again enquired after Miss Cameo’s health via text and found she was still improving. Later on I had another text asking about my plans at the end of the 4 weeks. As I had expressed an interest in a longer session, Miss Cameo had decided that she would like to grant me one at the end. Very stupidly, I jumped to the conclusion that Miss Cameo had been pleased with the work I had done and this was to be a reward. As you can imagine, I was overjoyed! I explained that if I modified my work schedule slightly, I would be able to attend her for up to 6 hours or so on the final day. However, I also explained that I would have 2 completely free weekends in about 8 week’s time at the beginning of December. Although I was loath to admit it, one of these would give Miss Cameo greater freedom and flexibility. Unfortunately, she thought so too! I arrived at the usual time and found Miss Cameo and Master El in the Lounge having been painting the walls. Miss Cameo asked what I had planned and then asked me to refit the curtain rail before I did anything else so she could replace the curtains. I went and fetched the relevant tools with alacrity, returned to the lounge and stood on the window sill. I was just reaching up to screw the first bracket on when I heard Master El say “Sylph!” It was in that tone of voice that schoolmasters use on errant schoolboys. I couldn’t for the life of me think what I had done and turned round to look at him and said “Yester Master El”. He said “You are standing on wet paint! I only did it an hour ago!” It was one of those moments when you want to ground to open up beneath you and swallow you up! I took my shoes off, saw the paint that was now on the floor and rushed off to the schoolroom to grab a cloth and some thinners. I went back to the lounge and was about to start cleaning the mess. In my rush I had left the door open and Charlie had just come in and was about to investigate what was going on. I put everything down and just managed to grab Charlie before he jumped onto the windowsill. Of course, Charlie wasn’t very happy about being grabbed and tried to jump out off my arms. I caught him as he was half way across my shoulder and held on to him. His reaction was to sink his claws into my shoulder. It was not going well! I put Charlie in the corridor, shut the door and started to clean the paint off the floor. I was dreading what Miss Cameo was going to say. She turned to Master El and said “I did ask Sylph to put the rail up and we didn’t tell him about the wet paint” Miss Cameo may be strict but she is also very fair!

The boards had all been cut and trimmed to size. I spent the rest of the evening marking them out and drilling all the holes ready for assembly. Once this had been done, there was just time to start painting them where they would be inaccessible once fitted.

Day Nineteen

There were another couple of texts whilst I was at work. Miss Cameo was beginning to feel much better and asked if it would help if Master El gave the boards another coat of paint. I started think that there might be a chance of another session in the Dungeon soon. In any case, it was quite likely that with the progress I was making, I could have just about everything finished by the end of the weekend which would allow Miss Cameo to fit in some of the other sessions she had originally planned for the 4 weeks. I arrived at the usual time and I started to walk through to the office to say good evening to Miss Cameo when I noticed the lights were on upstairs. Rather than go up, I decided to call up first. As I did so Master El came out of the office and waved me in. Miss Cameo was in session. I cleared a space in the Lounge and carried through most of the boards. I didn’t want to start hammer drilling in case I disturbed Miss Cameo and so started to offer up the boards for the shelf units either side of the TV unit. As I expected, the walls were so bent, they were going to need adjusting. Once the session was over, I was able to drill the walls, fix the supports and then assembly the TV unit, fit it and then give it a coat of primer. It was getting late so I then tided up the lounge, put everything back and I was then allowed to leave.

Day Twenty

I arrived to find Miss Cameo had been busy again and there were several notices saying the paint was wet! The TV unit was done and the boards for the side units were cut. It took most of the evening to adjust them so they would fit the bowed wall. As I was doing a last “dry” run to make sure it all fitted, Master El came to see how I was getting on. He took one look t what I was doing and told me that it would not be suitable for what they needed. My spirits sank! Miss Cameo had seemed pleased with everything I had done so far but I had misunderstood what they needed and both had not understood what I had planned. I had now bought all the wood for them and spent two days cutting and shaping it. I don’t think he realised what was involved but Master El started to talk about sliding doors and other ideas. It was wrong of me but I couldn’t help thinking about the timescale involved. If I started again, it would take nearly all the rest of the time to get all the work done! I explained that I would need new wood, and the time and skill involved with some of his ideas. I suggested that I could finish the units as I had planned and then on another visit, bring the relevant tools to make some doors and set the hinges needed. He seemed to partially agree that it might work and I am sure he could sense my reluctance. There was nothing more I could do that night so I tidied up and Miss Cameo allowed me to finish.

Day Twenty One

It was again my weekend and so I arrived at 9 am. As I walked to the study, I noticed that the lights upstairs were “set” for a session and as I walked into the office, I found Miss Cameo attired for one. She told me to go upstairs, get undressed and wait for her kneeling in front of her throne. My heart leapt as I thought my luck had changed and perhaps it was time for my next period in the Dungeon. I went upstairs with a spring in my step and was soon in front of the throne. Miss Cameo put my training collar on and sat down. I was about to come down to earth with a bump. She said that she had been speaking with El and understood there was a problem with the lounge. I suddenly went from being on a high to a low. It wasn’t easy but I tried to listen to exactly what she was saying. She had been pleased with what I had done so far and appreciated to care and work that had gone into it especially in her dressing room. However, the job in the lounge was the most important and unless it was correct, the rest of the work I had done lost its meaning. She then told me to get dressed, design something that was suitable and get on with it. Furthermore, I was to leave the collar on to remind me of my position.

I went and found Master El and made sure I knew what was needed and what it was to be used for. I then grabbed my drawing pad and fled to the schoolroom to design something. I had tried throughout to do the best job I could and to provide something that Miss Cameo would like and enjoy. To anything with proper doors would take twice the time I had left and I would need various tools that I had left at home. I wasn’t very happy about it but the best I could do was a set of boxes with lids. The lids would have to be removable for the time being but I could hinge them in future when I had the means to do it. I went back to the office and presented my idea. They were both happy with it but I would need a new set of boards. Another slave was coming to see Miss Cameo that morning so I went to complete a couple of minor jobs before he arrived. Shortly before he did, I found Miss Cameo for permission to go to B&Q for the boards I needed. She asked if there was likely to be anyone there who might see me and compromise me. To my shame, I panicked and said yes. True there was a possibility but the likelihood of it happening was very, very small indeed. Miss Cameo removed the collar and I left to get the wood. When I got there were no boards on the rack! Fortunately, they did have some more in the yard but it would take some time for them to bring them through. I had a quick cup of tea in the café and then had to wait to get the boards cut. It certainly would not have been easy had I been wearing the collar!

By the time I got back, Miss Cameo’s other slave had left and she was obviously distracted because she didn’t replace my collar. I had several electrical jobs to do and had been waiting for daylight so I could switch the power off. I asked Miss Cameo if I could do these. However, she had another session planned so I started preparing the boards I had brought back. I still needed to go to the Lounge several times for measurements and hearing what was going on upstairs was making me very aware of how desperate I was to there myself! Once that session had finished, there was only a short time before it would be getting dark so I concentrated on fitting the new units now that I could use the hammer drill again.

Day Twenty Two

Initially, I continued with the units for the lounge but later that morning, Miss Cameo and Master El had to go out so I took the opportunity to switch the power off and replace several of the light switches. It should have been an easy job but the previous occupants had not only painted around the old fittings but also plastered around them! I had to break a couple out and therefore had to go out to get replacements. I was getting even further behind with the work. What’s more, I had come to realise that Miss Cameo’s intention with the longer session was not an addition to the 5 she had said she had planned but a replacement. The way things were going it was quite possible I might not be in the Dungeon again for nearly 2 months especially as I might have had to return home after work on the last day. The next job was to replace the lights in the kitchen and ante room. The kitchen ones proved to be straightforward but the fluorescent fitting in the ante room had been plastered around so I had yet another job to do. I also managed to fix the problem with the power supply to the electric shower. It was then back to the lounge to complete the box units. I wasn’t really happy with the way it was going. It felt like a rush job and I wanted to be able to do a better job but there was just not enough time. I did however manage to finish them that night. All I had to do now was paint them. It was late and there was nothing more that I could do. Even so I was reluctant to go and find Miss Cameo to ask permission to leave. I suddenly realised that I had spent most of the day trying to avoid her. I was given permission to leave and did so.

I got back to where I was staying, got everything ready and was in bed around midnight. I was Shattered. I had been going non stop for 3 weeks and it had been both physically and mentally tiring. What’s more, I had only averaged about 5 hours sleep a night. Despite that I couldn’t sleep. My brain kept telling me I was being stupid. Had I sent that first email to another Domme in the area, I could have had a 2 hour dungeon session every other day I was there and had the rest of the time to myself. As it was, I had had one 2 hour session and I was knocking myself out with all the work I was doing. I hadn’t known what to expect and I certainly didn’t expect to be chased around the whole time by Miss Cameo clad in leather. However, she seemed almost disinterested in what I was doing and generally, I had talked to Master El more each evening than I had to Miss Cameo since that first day. Prior to this period, my only contact with Miss Cameo had been in the 3 sessions in the Dungeon so I had no idea what she was really like. I knew she had been ill not long before I arrived and was still recovering from the flu. I knew I probably hadn’t seen her at her best but I still wondered if I had made a mistake. I kept tossing and turning and thinking about it. I eventually came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to finish the work I had promised her, pack all my tools up, tidy up, leave and then start again. With that thought, I fell asleep around 3:30 am. However, I woke again about an hour later with an erection and although I had decided that I was no longer going to serve her, I still couldn’t relieve myself and had to wait until it subsided before I could get back to sleep. My brain might have made a decision but it seemed I was still reluctant to accept it!

Day Twenty Three

 As I had done every day the previous week, I sent a text to Miss Cameo in the morning. During the course of the day, I sent another half dozen or so in reply to her responses. I arrived and let myself at 6:30 as usual and found Miss Cameo in the kitchen. I am not sure why but she seemed much brighter and more cheerful than she had been. She took one look at me and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was tired and had had a poor nights sleep. Initially she didn’t seem happy with that and asked another couple of questions before accepting it and setting me to work. I went to finish filling the screw holes in the new units ready for painting. Miss Cameo and Master El had moved their bed up to the Dungeon in preparation for the painting. Then Miss Cameo came to find me again to ask what I had planned. I explained I had to paint the units but she told me to leave that as She and El could do it. I covered the floor in the ante room and started to fill the large gap where I had removed to old light. I had bought some filler to do it but I still ran out before it was fully filled. Another slave had just recently fitted new carpet in there and the kitchen. Despite my best efforts, there was still the odd light mark on the carpet. I new it would easily brush out when it dried so left it to do another small job. Miss Cameo again came to find me, she had noticed the marks. I assured her they would clean off once dry which proved to be the case a few minutes later. It was approaching 10 when Miss Cameo again came to find me and said that I had done enough and she then sent me to get some sleep.

Day Twenty Four

I arrived to find the units had been painted but the bedding was still in the Dungeon waiting for the paint fumes to go away. My first call was to get some more filler. I then finished that job and went around dealing with many of the old smoke detectors, removing them and covering the resultant holes with pieces of board. Miss Cameo seemed to even more bright and cheerful. She was showing much more interest in what I was doing and started to praise me for all the work. She knew I wasn’t happy with the units in the Lounge but she told me that she was delighted with them, there were exactly what she wanted and that was what mattered. She also asked me what else I had to do and I explained what other jobs I had seen that could be done and in nearly every case, she told me that either she or Master El could do them or that they could be left. Suddenly I was seeing a very different Miss Cameo. Perhaps it was because she had finally recovered from her flu and previous illness. Perhaps, the previous 3 weeks had been part of my training or she had been testing me. I doubt I will ever know but I was suddenly learning what a wonderful person she is. I didn’t need to find her that night to ask to leave, she came and found me and sent me home. I got changed, found her in the ante room to say good night to and she started to lead me to the front door. She noticed I was reluctant to follow her and asked why. It was because I hadn’t said goodnight to Master El. I started to feel I had made a lot of progress!

Day Twenty Five

After the now usual exchange of texts at work, I arrived at the usual time. Miss Cameo again told me how impressed she was with the boxes in the lounge and also on how strong they were. She and Master El had used them to make love on the previous evening! Suddenly everything was beginning to make sense and seem worthwhile. She then asked if I could also deal with the defunct smoke detector in her Dressing Room. She had now finished painting it, Master El had put a freestanding unit in there and the room was looking fantastic. Indeed there is now a set of photos in her gallery. I then went to the schoolroom and started packing up all my tools. Next came to task of cleaning the Schoolroom and putting it back the way I found it. The dust from the MDF had got everywhere! Once that had finished, Miss Cameo dismissed me and said that I would not be required the following day but that she would be taking me into the Dungeon the day after for a 2 hour session. It was to be my last night in the area.

Day Twenty Six

I had not been long at work when a text arrived from Miss Cameo. What paint should she use to do the outside of the garage door? As I replied, I could see more work looming. I offered to attend that evening. The handles on the kitchen cupboards had been marked with a lot of paint and I thought I could clean them off. My offer was declined and I was told to rest. I did think of getting the paint for the garage door but it was Sunday and the shops would be closed when I finished. I felt a little lost that evening and started to clean and pack everything for my departure. At least that way, I would maximise the time I had left to do anything Miss Cameo wanted. As I did so, my thoughts were very much on the events of that week. I very soon realised that despite my thoughts of a week ago, there was no way in which I leave. No matter what logic said, my heart and soul belonged to Miss Cameo.

Day Twenty Seven

Everything at work had gone well and I knew I would be finished around lunchtime. I sent a text to Miss Cameo and told her that I could arrive earlier that day if she so wished and could even make a start on the garage door as I would still have daylight. I was told to arrive at 6:30 as usual. Having finished work, I tried to relax during the afternoon but it was impossible. The thought of once again being able to kneel in front of Miss Cameo naked in the Dungeon was driving me nuts. I left slightly early and bought some paint for the garage door on the way. I had also got some wire wool to help Miss Cameo clean the kitchen door handles. I let myself in, and went to find Miss Cameo in the office. As I did so I noticed that the Dungeon upstairs was in darkness and soon found out why. She had been cleaning of the handles in the kitchen using thinners and the skin on her hands had reacted badly. They were red and inflamed feeling as though they were burning. Miss Cameo had spent several hours with them under cold running water to relieve the pain. No wonder she didn’t want me to arrive earlier! Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any sense of disappointment; all I felt was concern for her. I was cursing myself; I was learning to anticipate her needs but too slowly. If I had thought of the wire wool earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I was also cursing Miss Cameo somewhat. Why hadn’t she left me to do it? There was no way she could take me into the Dungeon so I loaded all my tools in the car and then went to find her. I informed her that I didn’t have to leave the following day until late afternoon so I could do the preparation on the garage door if she wished. I was told very firmly that I was to arrive at 10 am the following morning and that Miss Cameo would be taking me into the Dungeon for 3 hours! I was then permitted to kneel at her feet whilst she did some work on the computer. Initially it was very relaxing but she started to look for some pictures and I soon had to be careful how I knelt. However, all too soon, it was time to leave and I had to say goodnight to Master El.

Miss Cameo then started to show me to the door. I cannot describe how I was feeling but all the stress, frustration and emotion from the last 4 weeks suddenly came to a head and almost without realising it I was on my knees in front of her in the kitchen. I told her of how I had nearly broken and my thoughts of the week before. I told her how hard I had found the last few weeks and how I felt about her. There were tears streaming down my face and finally I told her that I belonged to her to do with as she felt. She looked at me with an undecipherable expression and said “Thank you Sylph” She then held her hand out and bearing in mind how inflamed it was, I kissed it very gently.

The Final Day

I had tried to go to bed early the night before but despite being tired, I was still too wound up and took a while to get to sleep. I had woken early and got ready for my visit. I still put my work clothes in the car. Miss cameo’s hands might not be better or she might want me to make a start on the garage door. I let myself in at 10 am and went to the study. The lights were on upstairs and my heart rate started to increase. As I entered the office, I saw Miss Cameo dressed in her black PVC catsuit and boots. My heart rate went up even more. Before I had a chance to say anything, I was sent upstairs to get ready and kneel in front of her throne. As I went upstairs, I was desperate for the session but also dreading it at the same time. I had been celibate for 5 weeks and was feeling to need for release. I knew it would have been difficult to control myself under normal conditions but I was so tired and emotional that it was gong to be all the more difficult!

 I had expected the session to feel slightly different but I wasn’t prepared for how much it would be so. It started the moment I knelt in front of her throne. Everything that happened seemed so much more intense, passionate and emotional. As she strapped me to the bench I could hardly believe my reaction as she tied the ropes. Even the slightest touch sent shivers down my spine. She continued to bind me until I was held tighter than ever before with her. She then went over to choose some toys. As she bent down, the PVC stretched across her rear end and I could feel the pressure building in me. She had bound my balls to the kneeler and when she returned, she attached a couple of vibrators. I could barely stand it but fortunately for me, they stopped working after a minute or so. She then proceeded to tease me. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed thorough and after a very few minutes I thought I would burst. I gradually became tenser and tenser as I fought the urge to climax. Eventually she stopped and started to attach the electrodes. As she did so I was able to relax for a moment and let out a shudder. She asked me what it was for. As I told her, she burst into peals of laughter. I really should have known; she knew exactly how I felt and she was going to enjoy every single minute of the session tormenting me and driving me to the edge! She started up the electrics and asked me why I jumped when she did. It was the same program that I had found so frustrating. That didn’t suit her plan and so she changed it. Very soon I was tensing up again as I came closer and closer to climaxing. She then left me to stew for a bit and when she returned, she had changed into a red dress.

She removed the electrics and started to flog me. The red dress was to give her more freedom of movement. After a few minutes and almost in the midst of a stroke, Miss Cameo paused and said "I can't wait any longer - You're collared!" She then went on with the flogging, paused, “You would normally be on your knees in front of me and would kiss my hand but we will catch up with that later" more flogging then "You are not just collared but you will always use my name in front of yours. It is the greatest honour I can bestow!" (I don't know how few have had that honour!) Then came more flogging. “You are my number one slave and I will have to be even harder on you now!" I was dumbstruck to say the least! Once she had decided that my backside, thighs and back had had enough attention, she released my bonds and I was able to kneel in front of her as she sat on her throne and I was able to kiss her hand. It was only a brief respite because I was then told to get back on the kneeler this time face up. Again I was tied down and then she proceeded to tease the front of me and torment my nipples. I really didn’t think I could last much longer when she paused and then reattached the electrodes and fitted the sensory deprivation equipment before leaving me again. I was just starting to regain a little of my composure when she returned and started teasing me again. Every time I tensed a little harder, she burst in laughter again. She really was enjoying herself!

Eventually, she released me and I could barely stand. She helped me up and then went to lie in the sensual area. I was given a pot of cream and told I could worship and massage her feet and legs up to the knees. I was rather concentrating on her feet although I did manage to massage her calves a little. She very soon pointed that out with more laughter at my reaction. By now time had little meaning and she had me “sit up” on my knees. She then told me to play with myself and to come over her feet. It did not take very long but it was incredibly intense and it was a long time before I came down. She waited patiently until I had and then had me fetch the wipes and clean her feet. Once that was done and I had regained a little composure I expected to be told to kneel in front of her throne. However, she told me to lie across the kneeler again. She picked up a flogger and started to attend to my backside again. I have always wondered about how it would feel after I had climaxed. Certainly her touch did feel very slightly different afterwards but that probably has more to do with the state I was in before the session than my orgasm itself. Nevertheless, her touch was still as wonderful as always! What did surprise me more was just easy it was to kneel there and accept the flogging.  I realise that it could have been a lot harder and that might have been difficult but I would never have thought I could have knelt there and just accepted it the way I did without moving and largely without flinching. I still think it will be some time before I can enjoy CP but it did show me how profoundly and fundamentally my feelings had changed.

Had she continued much longer, I think I would have been on the point of orgasm again but she decided that I had had enough for that day and told me to kneel in front of her throne. As I did so, I began to realise just what a profound effect the last 4 weeks had had on me and just how much of an honour it was to become Miss Cameo’s Sylph. I was sent to get changed and then Miss Cameo took me to the office once again. There both she and Master El thanked me for everything I had done and told me how much it meant. I was then allowed to leave and my 4 weeks of servitude came to an end.

Reflections

As I drove home, I started to think about the events of the previous 4 weeks and especially of that day. It was going to feel slightly odd going back to “normal” life and in any case, I doubt that it will ever be quite the same.

Before I went to Northampton for the four weeks, I didn’t have any real expectations as such and knew it would be very different. I did, however, have some visions/thoughts about what might happen. I suppose the best way to describe it was that I was “hoping” for either a series of sessions in the Dungeon or some short, some longer ones, perhaps some filming and maybe a trip out interspersed with some work along with the chance to talk and get to know Miss Cameo better. I never thought I would be chased around doing the work with Miss Cameo in her “working” clothes but that there would be times to talk. I was fairly confident that with what was planned work wise, it would all fit in and I thought it might be fun. In the event, it turned out to be very different. Apart from the first 24 hours and the time right at the end, it was very hard, difficult and there were some very dark moments; it certainly wasn’t fun and it is not something I would really like to go through again. Having said that, if I had the chance to go back to the start and change things or to choose another period, I don’t think I would. I nearly didn’t make it but in doing so, I learnt a great deal about my feelings and myself. I think I also came through it a better and stronger person and hopefully a better slave/submissive.

I always knew it was going to be tiring physically. I did 160 hours or 4 full weeks “normal”. Outside of the session days I think I spent about 110 hours working at the house and that was without meal/tea breaks. Add to that the 20 hours sorting out my son’s computer in the middle and it meant that I effectively did 2 full time jobs for 4 weeks. What I wasn’t prepared for was just how tiring it would also be both mentally and emotionally and also how frustrating it would be emotionally and physically. The lowest point was at the end of the third week when I thought I would leave not to return. For reasons you will find later, I doubt now that I would not have returned but I felt like that at the time. With hindsight, my thoughts were wrong but there were several things which perhaps made them understandable. The first was the speed at which everything happened. Prior to that visit I had only seen Miss Cameo for 3 sessions, 2 of those on the same weekend! There had also been several occasions when Miss Cameo had said something which I interpreted wrongly and vice versa. There were also been a couple of bad experiences in the past and although the circumstances were different, it always makes one a little wary.

The first 24 hours were great and the next few days were fun. I was fresh and it was still something of a novelty. As you rightly chastised me for, I was concentrating solely on the DIY and my attitude needed correcting. That had 2 effects, I was concentrating more and so it was more tiring and also more frustrating because I had to think of my place all the time. When I left for the break, I felt quite happy. Miss Cameo’s Flu put rather a damper on it when I returned but I knew if I worked hard, I could complete all the work and still leave time for the 5 sessions. By the end of that week, everything seemed to drop into the wrong place and I had never been so stressed or as low. Despite all that, I came through it.

I have a very logical and analytical mind which is always active and I tend to think myself through everything. As a result, I can get myself into a mess and I now know the reason for that. Despite all that thinking, I am ruled by my heart and it is when the 2 are in conflict I worry. That night, I was going to walk away because my brain was telling me that it wasn’t fun. Despite that I still couldn’t break Miss Cameo’s rule and pleasure myself! I learnt that my heart lies with her and I doubt I could have left. I look back now and even though it was hard and there were such black moments, I would not change it if I could. It proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt just how strong my feelings are for Miss Cameo and just how completely she “owns” me. I had found out how she really felt about the work I did and that would have made it worthwhile in itself. I know it gave her the impetus to do the rest and that would also have been compensation enough. I no longer feel I am Miss Cameo’s client but rather I am her slave. I don’t feel tolerated, I feel wanted.

On Being Collared

At the start of the 4 weeks, Miss Cameo told me about another slave’s. The house was full of flowers; he had produced a card with his oath on it and bought you a collaring present etc. I know that I shouldn’t assume anything but it did lead me to think that it was more usual to have some ceremony or suchlike. I had also thought that it might involve being offered a collar and to be able to accept it, a commitment would have to be made. It came very much as a surprise when Miss Cameo told me I was collared and the rather impulsive way she did it touched me deeply.

So how does it make me feel? Initially, I was a little surprised by how it affected me but it did make sense later. Within me, my feelings and my commitment to Miss Cameo didn’t change when she said I was collared. For that, the defining moment was 3 days earlier when I knelt in front of her in the kitchen and told her how I felt. It felt so natural and was completely spontaneous. It was also an incredibly emotional and profound moment in my life. It was one thing to think I was devoted to Miss Cameo but to be able to declare it openly like that, shaped and defined it, changing my life forever. As soon as I had said it I felt different; happy and profoundly at peace. I thought afterwards that perhaps I should have waited until I was kneeling naked in front of her in the Dungeon but I am glad it happened the way it did. I used to think that my life would always be split in two, a vanilla one and a BDSM one; I thought it would be impossible to have a 24/7 relationship. It didn’t feel like that anymore. In that moment, I knew I was committed to Miss Cameo 24/7.

Although my feelings for Miss Cameo didn’t change when she collared me, it did have a huge effect it was reinforced by the way it happened. The most profound effect was on my perception of how she felt about me. I had hoped that Miss Cameo was pleased with me and had been happy with the way I had progressed but at that moment, I knew just how pleased she was and that gave me a huge, deep feeling of satisfaction. It was all the more powerful in the way it happened. Firstly, it was a spur of the moment decision and that meant a great deal to me. So much of what had happened had been like that and it emphasised what I thought I meant to Miss Cameo. That was reinforced because she just told me I was collared and that I was hers. I might have been wrong but I think she wanted me so much she weren’t going to give me any chance to escape (not that I would have wanted to!). Then again it might have been the way she did it anyway. It was a moment that made me very happy, satisfied and feeling complete.

This feeling was enhanced even more when Miss Cameo also told me I was her Number One Slave and what that meant. It was something which affected my perception of her more than how I felt about myself. Ever since I had first met her, I had done my best to please her and make her as happy as I could. I wouldn’t matter to me number 2, 3, 4 or any other number. I would always give her 100%. I don’t feel as though I am in competition with any of her other slaves and if one of those became No1, it would please me in that it would mean that Miss Cameo had been made even happier. However, I realised that even though I would giving 100% and working as hard as I could, that it will be more difficult because Miss Cameo will push me further and harder.

More Feelings and Plans

Having been home for a week, I had expected my life to return to a more orderly pace but I was wrong. I was still so full of emotion at the moment that I felt fit to burst. I felt so happy, so fulfilled, so content with myself and, above all, so very proud to be Miss Cameo’s submissive and to have her as my Mistress. It is made all the more special because she had made me believe that she wanted me as your slave in a way that hadn’t happened with any of her other slaves. When I left the week before, I did so changed and I had thought it wonderful. So much so that I didn’t dare think life could get any better but I was wrong. Miss Cameo had empowered me in a way that no one else could. I have become immensely proud of who I am, what I am and my submission and above all of the fact that she accepts me as her slave. I am doing things and thinking things I wouldn’t have dreamt off before.

Miss Cameo had mentioned various things in passing whilst I was there and I started to think how I could achieve them. Miss Cameo had had a couple of pieces of Dungeon furniture on her desires list. With a little thought, I decided I would be able to make at least one and told her of my intention. As I investigated how I would do it, one piece became 2, then 3 and eventually 4! I went to a local fabric warehouse to see if I could get the leatherette or something similar for the furniture. Whilst I was there, I saw some lovely fabrics and remembering that Miss Cameo had said she wasn’t very happy with the ones in her Sensual Area, I decided to get some. As they were being cut, a woman commented on how lovely they were and asked what they were for. She did give me a very funny look when I said that they were to decorate my Mistress’s Dungeon! My outlook had certainly changed!

I also started to give some thought to when I could visit again. Prior to the 4 week period, I had booked 3 sessions for a specific period although I had given Miss Cameo a little flexibility on the start time. I had several dates I could visit again but it felt wrong to tell or even ask her for a specific duration and date. Miss Cameo had also wanted to do the longer session during one of the weekends in December but I had no idea which or for how long. I emailed her and informed her when I was able to attend and asked for her advice. I was somewhat stunned by her reply! Miss Cameo wanted me there for all of them. The first date was a Saturday – I was to keep the day clear and she would decide when I should arrive later. The second date I was just passing Northampton but I was to attend her for 3 hours. The other dates were the weekends in December. On the first I was to arrive on Saturday and was to remain at the house for 27 hours! On the second, I was to arrive with the new furniture at 11 pm on the Friday and she would release me when she felt like it. More and more, I was learning just what it meant to be Miss Cameo’s Sylph and her property! 

The first of those visits is now 24 hours away and I can hardly wait and yet I am also very nervous. It will be the first time I have been back since I was collared and I know it will feel somewhat different. I know Miss Cameo expects much of me and I can only hope that I can live up to her expectations.

A Collared Visit

The Eve of the Visit.

I had intended to drive to Northampton that evening but my work schedule had changed and I was late home. I had several things to prepare including sewing some PVC covers for some cushions I wanted to take among with some other items such as new straps and few other items I had bought. Miss Cameo also needed some extra storage making in the Dungeon so I had to pack the tools for that. It was late when I got to bed and it was difficult to get to sleep. What’s more, the alarm was set for 5:30 am!

First Day

The alarm went off all too early and I had to rush to leave at the right time. The traffic was light so I stopped to get a cup of tea just before arriving. It could be a long day! I arrived at 9 am as instructed and once I had been admitted, I greeted Miss Cameo. She was wearing the same Chinese dress she had on my memorable second visit. I was then instructed to go upstairs and kneel in front of her throne. As I went upstairs, I thought I was to be given instructions and then set to work. As usual, Miss Cameo surprised me and had me undress before her! She then fitted a collar and wrist/ankle restraints before allowing me to present her with the present I had bought to thank her for collaring me. I was rewarded by her leaving a large lipstick smear on my cheek where she kissed me! I then presented her with the other things I had brought with me. One of them was a red catsuit which I had bought to add to her CD collection with the thought that she might even dress me in it. No chance! As soon as she saw it, she claimed it for her own.

Miss Cameo then told me what was to happen. Firstly I was to go downstairs and do the washing up she hadn’t had time to do. I was then to take her to Sainsbury’s for some shopping and once we had returned, she was going to bring me back to the Dungeon to play with me before I was to do the woodwork. The washing up was soon done and Miss Cameo had changed. I was allowed to get dressed but not to remove any of the restraints including the very visible collar. This time, she was going to ensure I went out wearing her collar. I found it much easier than I expected walking around the supermarket pushing the trolley by her side. One of the things she bought was a new large frying pan. Having finished the shopping, I pushed the trolley out to the car and started loading the bags into it. As I did so, Miss Cameo took the frying pan out of the trolley, told me to bend over and then used it on my backside. As she did so another woman was just parking in the bay behind us and burst into laughter as she watched.

Once I had helped Miss Cameo unpack the shopping, I was sent upstairs to get undressed again and found myself kneeling in front of her throne again. Soon afterwards, I was hogtied and blindfolded on the floor waiting whilst Miss Cameo got changed. She soon returned and started to tease me. However, it was not long before she decided I was enjoying it far too much. I was released briefly to roll on my back and then “clipped” together again. My cock and balls were bound and clamped as were my nipples. I started to squirm in pain rather than wriggle in ecstasy. To my shame, I then annoyed her and so I was gagged and left to be to ponder my mistake. Whilst she was gone, I started to get the shakes. This caused the clamps to slowly slide off my very tender nipples. It is bad enough when they come off quickly but this was excruciating. Miss Cameo then returned as my penance was complete and promptly put them back on. Once she was sure I had learnt my lesson, she decided she had been bending down enough and so released me, instructing me to lay face up on her bench where she tried out some of her new straps. Next she used the sensory deprivation and attached the electrics to both my cock and nipples.

Once the program was finished; I was released for just enough time to turn over and be strapped face down for some flogging. Miss Cameo was now very pleased with my conduct and she started to put her strap-on on. I was allowed briefly to worship it before she entered me and brought me close to an anal orgasm and telling me that she might “finish” later once the work was complete. All too soon, she stopped and released me. Once I had regained my composure I was allowed to kneel in front of her throne and worship her feet.

I was then allowed to get dressed as Miss Cameo did not want me to have an accident whilst doing the woodwork. I then measured up the area in which Miss Cameo needed to storage box and although I had enough wood, I did need to get a new light for Miss Cameo’s office. Miss Cameo decided to accompany me as she needed some things from Boots for the Dungeon and wanted a new light shade for the bedroom. Once again, I took her shopping in “Collar and Cuffs” Once we arrived at Boots, she decided to get out of the car and leave me to park. I did so and then went to find her. It had been relatively easy at Sainsbury’s but going in on my own felt completely different and was very difficult until I found her. At B&Q, I helped her choose a lampshade and new light for the office and then we returned. It took the rest of the afternoon to make and fit the box she wanted. I was nearing the end, when Miss Cameo started to cook tormenting me with the smell of one of my favourite dishes. It had been a long time since breakfast! There was, however, a slight problem. When I had done the washing up, the oil pan had been with the dirty crocks and so I had washed that as well. It was raining and so I was sent to the shop round the corner to get some more oil. By now, I was beginning to realise the meaning of being “collared” as I had to go out in it again. When I returned, to both my surprise and delight, I was invited to join Miss Cameo and Master El for their meal.

Once the meal was over, I cleared away the dishes and went to finish the box before clearing away my tools and tidying the schoolroom. I then went to do the washing up. I had hoped to surprise Miss Cameo but she “caught” me half way through. I must admit, I thought it only fair as she had shared her food with me. However, Miss Cameo said that I had once again impressed her by doing such a thing without being told. I finished off, dried up and then went to find her. She must have been tired because she was in the lounge and dozing off. By now, it was 7 pm, dark and too late to fit the new light in the study. So Miss Cameo sent me to where I was staying but with instructions to return at 8 am in the morning rather than 9 am so that I could fit the new light. Miss Cameo had plans for the Dungeon and wanted as much time as possible. I got to where I was staying and having been up for so long, intended to get and early night to recover. However, it was not to be and again it was around 11 pm before I managed to get to sleep with the alarm set for 6:30 am.

Second Day

I woke with the alarm and had a shower. As I got out of the shower, there was a text from Miss Cameo! Could I get some paint for the new box? As it was Sunday, the shops would not be open but I offered to get some later. As I did so, I realised that it would give Miss Cameo a chance to have a collar on me again! I arrived on time and started to fit the new light. As I had come to expect, the old fitting had been plastered in and so it took a while to cut it out ready for the new one. As I did so, Miss Cameo continued to get ready despite having been up as early as I was. I was coming to realise just how much effort and preparation she puts into each session.

When the job was finished, I was soon naked in front of Miss Cameo’s Throne being fitted with collar and cuffs. I was then restrained on my back in front of her web and my cock and balls bound. Once again, the headphones were put on and the “light glasses” before she started a long program and attached vibrators to my bound balls. Miss Cameo then went to get changed. She returned briefly to peel back one headphone to tell me she was in the red catsuit I had bought. She then left me with that thought to the sensory deprivation. Without the distraction of the electrics and just the gentle stimulation of the vibrators, I was soon absorbed by the sensory deprivation and gently descending into subspace. Shortly before it finished, I started to feel Miss Cameo’s touch as she started to tease me with her hands. Once the program had finished, the glasses were removed and I was allowed to see how she looked in the catsuit and it was a wonderful sight. Very soon however she put the blindfold on and left me to calm for a short while. She came back and told me she was now in pink PVC before she started really teasing my whole body with all sorts of sensuous objects including the ostrich feather duster and various fabrics. I was still blindfolded and had my eyes shut but just to make sure, she also wrapped my head in a scarf.

 By now, I was in a very high state. Miss Cameo released my legs from the spreader bar but then used some of her new straps to bind them together. My balls were still bound and my arms held tight spread-eagled. She then started to roll a sheath over my erect cock and as she did so, I nearly exploded. Now, having got me well a truly prepared, she knelt astride me and with the words “You have permission to cum”, inserted my cock in her vagina and started to fuck me. I could hardly believe what was happening, it felt incredible and I began to realise just what a huge honour it is to be Miss Cameo’s Sylph and her number one slave. I wanted it to go on and on, but she had me so worked up, I soon exploded in the most fantastic orgasm whilst Miss Cameo continued to ride me until I was completely spent!

Miss Cameo then let me come down for short while but before very long, my already sore nipples were receiving more of her attention and my cock was being squeezed by her foot. She hadn’t finished with me yet! By now, my arms were very sore from being spread-eagled and all the tension I had placed against the ropes. Miss Cameo decided they deserved a rest and released me so that I could lay face down where she pulled my arms back with binders before hog tying me again. She then left me to reflect on what had happened. Although I was in a very uncomfortable position, the tiredness of the last two days and the emotions I had been through took effect and soon I was drifting off in a very pleasant day-dream. All too soon Miss Cameo came back and although I was now ready to continue, decided I had had enough for that day and released me. I was then able to thank her by worshipping her feet as she sat on her throne. As I did so, she questioned me about my plans. I had been due to visit 10 days later and she had me in her diary for 3 hours in the afternoon. She wanted to know what other commitments I had and then told me she was going to alter that to all afternoon and evening!

I then had a cock harness fitted and was instructed to get dressed before being allowed to leave the house still with collar, cuffs and now cock harness to get her the paint she needed. This time it was much harder as I was on my own. I was feeling very self conscious when I got to B&Q. Then I couldn’t find the paint I was looking for. I felt as if everyone was staring at me and nearly fled in panic. Eventually I did find it and managed to retreat to the car and drive back. I was still in a fluster when I got back to the house and loaded all my tools in the car. It was something I was soon to regret! Miss Cameo then removed the collar and the other restraints in the kitchen and I was allowed to remove the cock harness. I then said goodbye to Master El before finally taking my leave of Miss Cameo and driving home. A couple of days later, I received an email from Miss Cameo. Another slave had visited and had put his jacket on the floor in the schoolroom. When he picked it up, it had wood dust on it! I had been in such a fluster that I hadn’t double checked the floor when I packed up. I will now have to be punished at the start of my next visit. It is a mistake I will make again. The thought that I have disappointed Miss Cameo pains me more than anything else!