Thursday, 31 October 2013

Kiss My Ass!

A little treat for you all today .....

Riding Crop - In The Eye!

So today, I'm dominating a slave on cam, as he strokes his pathetic little dick. To add to his excitement, I start to toy with one of My riding crops - flexing it between My hands, running it up and down My legs as he gasps and moans enjoying My little show.

Then without warning, the tip of the crop flies out of My fingers and smacks Me straight in the eye. Ouch! I now have an aching eye, and will probably have a black eye come tomorrow - that's gonna take some explaining! lol

But, I maintained professionalism. I didn't end the session - I didn't even make a sound. I just continued the session as though nothing had happened - of course it's perfectly normal for Mistress to whip Her eyeball with the wrong end of a riding crop.

Mind you, as soon as the session had finished, I logged off and then moaned in agony, before taking a quick look in the mirror at My now sore, weeping and slowly swelling eye. Embarrassing much?

Thursday's Picture.

Here I am in black - featuring the new corset bought by mill7676!

Cuntweasle Is Retiring :-(

It is with a very heavy heart that I announce to you today that Cuntweasle - My longest serving slave has chosen to go into retirement from My ownership. On completion of his final assignment, he will be formally released from his Contract, of course with the door open for him to return should he decide to do so.

I am very sad to see Cuntweasle go. Over the years we have developed a great Domme/slave relationship and he has provided Me with endless hours of entertainment; from his highly humiliating photographs, his whinings about Mistress being merciless in his assignment reports, to his cringing every time I mention the word "Ann Summers."

He has been through several different slave names starting off as Slave D, moving to Whiny Cunt and then finally Cuntweasle - I know he has thoroughly hated the latter which is why it was perfect for him!

I must admit, it was highly strange accepting his resignation using his real name - I shall miss My little cuntweasle and his claims to be "unbreakable." But as they say, all good things must come to an end, and therefore I have chosen to respect his decision - I know it won't have been an easy one for him to make. But I look forward to us staying in touch - something I know he's keen to do.

This of course leaves Me with several vacancies for slaves to take his place. Slave p is already shaping up to be a good contender for the prestigious position, proving to be a very dedicated and eager to please slave. Of course the door is always open for other's to prove themselves worthy - but be warned - you have some very big shoes to fill!

If you feel you can step up to the challenge of serving Me as well as cuntweasle then you are invited to get in touch with Me via email to

In the meantime, I leave you with one of My favourite of Cuntweasle's pics, which is definitely in-keeping with today!

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Cuntweasle's 100th Assignment.

So here is cuntweasle's 100th homework, albeit rather late - I must admit, I had a fair few laughs while reading it!

Dear Mistress Cristal

Please find below my 100th homework for your good self.  My sincere apologies for it's laterness, and i have laid it out differently than usual due to the number of tasks, and that some of those tasks were happening everyday/all the time. 

I fully realise the lateness, and if you can let me know the outstanding fine, then i will get that off to you ASAP on hearing from you.  I trust and hope it amuses you.  Some of it was a 'surprise.  (Since written, have heard from ye, and sent 'fine')

Homework No.100


Mistress Cristal

When i first received my 'special' homework No.100, and having a read of it, i was filled with dread by parts of it, but thought that only one was 'impossible' and that being No.9 and the picking up of the rice with my teeth.  Outwith that i had concerns about No.2, and No.10 as i expressed to you that i would comply with the wine glass drink, but thought all others would be possible, and some even 'fun'.  And so it proved not to be.  The following is littered with failures, and most not expected.

And so the tasks :-

1)    The first visit went easily & quickly enough.  I was going to be in Glasgow on Thursday anyway, so simples.  Except when i got there, they has moved the shop around since my last visit, and so i had to hunt round the shop to find where they had 'hidden' the stocking.  On the way up to Glasgow i had thought that a colour other than black may make a change, but no such luck, the choice was black, or black, and the smallest size i could see was large, which were i too have bought then, would i imagine fallen off.  I considered leaving it until my next visit, but then thought better of that as a) it would not go along with homework b) the choice may still be the same c) It would make 2nd visit longer, and the chance of more chat/questions.  And so i had to ask for a 'small' pair, resulting in a grin from the(female) member of staff.  And so i ended up with my wee pink carrier, wandering around Glasgow, and standing with it at the bus stop!!

2)    On the Saturday i had another trip planned to Glasgow, and so my 2nd required visit was due.  On Thursday, during my hunt around for the bloody stocking, at least i knew where to head, and so duly found a 'choice' of 2prs white, with near frills.  And on inspecting the price i noted that i could see no 'individual' price but a sign saying 2prs for £12, and so i had to look through both racks to find a suitable size.  Now the whole time i was looking i had been keeping an eye out for a 'sympathetic. member of staff, who may be on her own, and i could chose my time to ask my question...... assuming i could get the words out.  My 'luck' was not good, and 3 assistants stayed firmly behind the counter together, with a 4th on the shop side of the counter. I stood around hoping one would come over to see if i needed help, but nope, they stayed where they were, and just kept looking over in my direction.  The time had come, and i had to boldly approach the counter.......... and bloody wait until there was a break in the conversation, at which point one turned round as i presented my goods, and asked if there was anything else she could do for me!  So i blurted out my question, and in return, i got a 'stare', before she wrapped them and i paid.  As i turned to leave, i had taken a couple of steps when the assistant that had been on the shop side of counter, and who must have heard my question (as they all must have done), gave me a big smile, and said along the lines of 'hope you found what you wanted, and we'll see you again' by which time i was bolting out of the shop.  And again the 'ritual' of going around Glasgow with my little pink bag, and even to a munch in the pub, though i did manage to stick the bag into an internal pocket, which (more or less) hid it.

4)    And so the two pink bags were stored in my bag when i got home, ready for the coming week, during which i was going to be very careful how i opened my bag, and aware of people around me if/when i had to delve into it.

5)    This in the main part was somewhat of a failure.  The first full day of my homework i had forgotten about this task completely, and even when i remembered about it on the subsequent days (normally when i was already in the Gents, and at the urinals), it was somewhat too late to 'change'.  All told, i would think i remembered in time on maybe 25%  of visits to the tiolet, though the percentage at home will have been higher (but still not great).  Oh dear

6)    The panty pad was the first part of the tasks i attended to, and had placed(STUCK) the bloody thing on with a short time of receiving homework.  I had forgotten how sticky the damn things are, even when worn inside a (wet sticky bloody plastic sleepsuit), and the (odd) times i remembered to change pad during the nights, it was then the cause of climbing back into a wet cold sweaty suit...... more of suit later.  The pads were not always changed every 4hrs, in fact if they were it would have been unusual, so another failure.  It is also worth noting that each 'change' was like getting my arsecrack 'waxed', thank you

7)   Any easy task, and done so well, though i did 'debate' with myself for some time about what sort to get for the 'task' ahead.

8)    My failure here somewhat surprised me shall we say.  I was suitably randy as i set about this task, and due to it's nature, i was rather looking forward to it, and it's 'success'!!  And so i knelt, and commenced my 'task', but the time just kept passing with no 'results', and the rice dug in.  So, i decided a slight change in kneeling position may 'help', and the minute i moved my knees a bit, things became much much sorer.  But on i ploughed, but with less 'excitement', and at the 30min mark, with knees killing me, and flaccid penis hanging there sore and unfulfilled, i gave up. Another failure.............and not a nice one LOL

9)    As i mentioned in my acknowledgement Email, i thought this task would be impossible, and though i tried with a few grains, i soon gave up with my teeth.  However, being a sporting sort, and not wishing for utter failure, i set about trying to pick the grains up by mouth. As at first this was proving more possible, i set my mind to completing the task with lips and tongue.  One problem with this was that it still involved kneeling on my rice dented knees, and the small amount of rice i had knelt on now seemed to consist of thousands of grains.  And as they spread about while i was trying to pick them up, the only way to bring them into piles was by 'sweeping' them into pile, with my tongue!!  After a further 20mins, the rice was in its bowl, and the last few grains had had to be 'picked up' by sticking my tongue flat down on the rice/floor

10)   The alcohol has remained as ye know, but at least ye will note from the photo that i kept the two 'drinks' in separate glasses, so though the task was done each nights, it was a sip from the wine glass, followed quickly by a 'gulp' from me brandy glass (with whisky in it)

11)   The hot wax was bloody hot, hotter than i remember, but once it 'got going' it wasn't too bad, especially once an amount had built up, so 'protecting' the skin undeneath from the direct heat of each drip.  I was working on the theory of last time, where the harder/thicker coating/covering was easier to 'whip' off...............BUT

12)   This time around the bloody wax would hardly move, despite me alloing loads of 'hardening' time.  I had reckoned the harder the wax, the easier it would break, and therefore come off.  But nope, the few bits broke apart, and even the odd bit came off, but even trying the 'attack' from varying angles, would it shift in any decent amount........nope.  Hence, after 80 strokes, and suffering somewhat???  I stopped, and removed rest of wax by hand (gently LOL).  Failure

13)   Now whether it was due to the previous 'treatment', or the sauce was stronger somehow or what, after boldly and bravely applying, by 5mins in i was in agony.   The problem is, by that time, the 'failure' of rubbing it off makes no bloody difference what so ever, and it just continues to 'burn' away whatever i tried.  But, as i found out, there was nothing else to do but to endure

14)   A bloody week of hell, mainly down to that bloody suit.  By a few hours in each night, despite no heating on, and no covers on the bed, my bottom half was roasted, and the chest and back bathed in slippery sweat, and i fear that on waking in that state, i several nights had to take the suit at least off, and the odd night all the rest.  BUT, the worst part, on the second night, i climbed into the suit to find it full of cold sweat, and slippery/gross.  The heat inside the nappy was weird, i may never have kids again!!  Despite the dampness, the bloody panty pad just seemed to get stuck more firmly, instead of getting wet and falling off.  I have no idea if the tights made things worse, but i suspect the tightness of them ensured a tight fit of nappy and pad, and the ony thing i think made no difference was the panties, and with the suit on, i didn't even have the humiliation of seeing the damn things. At least i learnt to wipe the suit out each morning, and so not have a cold wet suit to climb into.......... verdict, another failure

15)   All of the above problems except the floor was somewhat less comfortable, and the bloody collar was restrictive in moving my head, and caused a few wake ups due to that......and it was ANOTHER place for the sweat to build up.......but at least the collar lasted longer than the suit on all occasions.

16)   Bloody hell.  Whit is it with 'dressing' me, and then trying to do 'poses'.......... humiliating as f*ck........jeez  Only the total number of pics from other parts of homework stopped me (by way of how many pics i can attach) from having to send more, though more were taken, but just sent the few (minimum i thought i could get away with) that are attached

17)   A possible pass on this one, if ye ignore how terrible it looks.  But it is surprisingly hard to write on yourself, especially with a long word as the spacing to get full word in photo is near impossible, so the submission attached was not exactly the 1st attempt!!!

18)   What a bloody mess it made of my shirts.  Apart from feeling hellish having to do this every morning, i was also aware that as the day wore on, and the colour rubbed off nipples, it was then marking shirt, and became very aware of trying to limit the 'transfer' and fold arms etc in case the marking was showing.... but a pass i reckon

19)   Horrible sight as always, to see bloody nails everytime ye changed for bed or having a bath etc........ but a pass

20)   My wee victory, in that i did the task as instructed, and my 'ploy' of crap perfume, and an overdose of my own (male) deoderant appeared to work, and i got no strange looks or comments, and had it not been for the rest of the 'not up to scratch' tasks, i may have allowed myself to feel a little smug over this one.......

And so, the amazing 100th homework, with it's 20 tasks, and too many to count photos is complete.  On the photo front, i would reckon that the average over all the homeworks has been 6 per each, which means there are 600 photos on me being/looking a pratt, and worse, somewhere lurking, and i pray there is no 'library' in existence.


And so a milestone has been reached, one which stands as a proud achievement on you, Mistress Cristal, and your (sometimes) cruel tricks and humour.  I remain brave (foolish) and with the idea that the likes of the above 'jokes' can at least claim (or imagine) that i remain unbroken, as all us macho men should.

One day i ma get round to admitting my 'worst task', and the even worse 'adaptation' of it that i subsequently feared and dreaded, but then, as we are all individuals (unless we get broken LOL), then each of us will have our individual ideas that we fear most, and as we have both learnt over all this time, there are things more scary or gross (to us) than pain, and at least some sorts of pain, when being directed by a Domme, but self administered, and can be 'controlled'

I hope as always that my efforts have amused you....... and the ones you share it with, and i think we both deserve to feel rightly proud of what we have achieved, even if it came down at times to you putting up with some of my efforts.

Well done Ma'am

The slightly infamous


Monday's Picture.

So how do you like bohemian gothic?

Monday, 28 October 2013

The St Jude Storm - I Survived!

I had intended to be offering cam sessions today. Unfortunately however, I live in a part of the UK which was severely affected by the storm. Not only have I woken up to scene of devastation in My once beautiful garden,  (thankfully I'm alright), but I was awake most of the night as you can imagine. I will be offering phone chat sessions later however, subject to the high winds not messing about with phone coverage! Also on offer will be instant messenger session and one way cam sessions (your cam, not Mine.)

Below are a few pics of how the storm ravaged the rest of the southern UK.

Sunday, 27 October 2013

Sunday's Pic

In My PVC dress!

A Pair Of My Worn Stockings For Sale!

Want to own this very pair of hold-up fishnet stockings? They have been on My lovely legs and very sexy feet. You will be able to smell the scent of My soft skin on them. You will be able to run them all over your body while you think about your Mistress. Imagine how good they will feel on your cock as you jerk off in them.

You can own this pair of sexy worn stockings for £10.00 including postage. They will be sealed in an air-tight bag, and shipped first class directly to you with a sexy message included. If you want them, be sure to email Me directly using the link below - only 1 pair to give away, so make sure you're quick - once they're gone, they're gone!