Welcome to my online journal, where I record some of My most memorable experiences in My Lair and other places where I have played recently. Some of you will recognize yourselves in these entries... I hope you enjoy reliving those wonderful memories with me as I share them here.

Do You Trust Me? Tied into My web of silky, black cords. Your hands and feet bound round and round with infinite care. Cords wrapped tightly around your waist and thighs. Completely at My mercy, pet. I slip the silk scarf away from My creamy shoulders, holding it loosely in My hands. I approach you slowly. The twinkle in My eye chills you to the bone, all the while your deepest fantasies are making you crave whatever I have in store for you. I advance, and the scarf brushes your chin, as I gather it tighter between My hands. I slip the length of silk about your throut. Crossing the ends over, and tightening it ever so gently around your quivering neck. It's lovely how your eyes get larger and larger the more pressure I apply to the silken bond that encircles you. Your breath becomes ragged and you flush with the intensity of the pressure I am applying, as you begin to struggle and gasp. What a lovely shade of purple you are turning. Your heart beat is thudding in your chest. The room starts to spin and wobble before your eyes. I now hold your very life in My hands. Will I release you before you pass out? Do you trust Me? For Want of an Ashtray. . . . You kneel before Me. You back straight and shoulders back. Your forearms perfectly perpendicular to the floor beneath you. Palms up, open to recieve My sacred ashes. Lips slightly parted, in case I choose to feed them to you. The warm smoke escapes My garnet lips, encircling your brow in acrid clouds of smoke. Your eyes water as the perfume envelopes your head. Even though you don't dare look Me in the eye, or lift your head, I can tell that you crave the feel of the hot spark against your flesh. As the ash grows longer and more fragile, I tip it int your waiting palm. I puff contentedly, as the sweat blossoms on your forehead. Only I know when and where the next ash will find it's resting place. It could be on your hungry tongue, in your outstretched palm, or simply float to the ground missing your desire completely. As the ash lengthens, I motion the cigarette towards your lips. Obediently, your tongue slips forward to accept the offered treat. But just before it can land in your waiting mouth, I flick it inches before you. Glowing ashes cascade down your bare chest, leaving stinging reminders of your place in My world. You do not choose what experience you receive. I do. The frustrated catch in your breathing pleases Me immensely. As the burning cherry grows yet again, I plan My next move carefully. Since you have not dropped a single ash, nor have you come out of position even once, I relent and feed you the last ashes of this cigarette. Your mouth opens widely, obiediently, so I may stub the butt out on your hungry tongue and place the end in your mouth. I laugh, enjoying your struggle to properly chew and swallow the filter, completeing your ashtray duty for this moment. To Serve Me. . . . My phone rang on a Friday afternoon and you introduced yourself. It's not that uncommon to have men beg to be owned by Me. However, so many are lacking in the potential to be exceptional submissive slaves, that when one comes along that truly has a deep desire to please, serve and subvert their will to Mine? Well, let's say that I take great interest in making sure that their training is thorough, meaningful and designed the make them the best submissive slave they can be. You are one of the few that I believe can be made into a perrrrrrrrrrrr-fect Pet. You thrill to My words and crave the opportunity to serve Me in all ways. You have the pain threshold that I desire in an owned slave. You also hunger for ritual and structure in your training, that is precisely the type of devotion that I demand from My Chosen Pets. Each time that we are in contact, I can tell that you come to Me on bent knee. You seek divine release from your daily facade of Dominant behavior patterns and supine yourself to My will. I know that you adore Me and that you would do anything to please Me. Without My instruction and guidance, you are nothing and your ultimate loneliness will only increase. I have many plans for you, Pet. . . . I am here to mold you to My service. To make you My shining example of the ultimate slave to suit My needs and desires. You will thank Me for it. For More entries, click here: Previously in Cat Tales. . . . I record never before told "Cat Tales" entries for My Pets at niteflirt Many times they are continuations of the story that I can't post on this server due to the nature of the material. Other times, it's a completely different story that I never got the chance to write down and post in "Cat Tales." If you would like to listen to these recordings, I invite you to use the link or number below. . . . Purrrrrs and Scratches, Lady Bastette

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