Weight: 9st 2 (post-coffee bloat, surely temporary)
Cigarettes: 0 (halo polished)
Slaves drained: 2
Bananas handed out: 1
Bladders tested: 1 (mine)
9:06am: Arrived in London to the most delightful scene: Mistress Eve, gloriously striding from her train like a dominatrix deity, with her taxi pig trotting behind, eager and obedient like the good little financial mule he is. Love a grand entrance.
9:45am: Barely had time to catch up before we spotted another pay pig lingering by the cashpoint. Practically squealing with desperation. Naturally, we took him for all he had – maximum withdrawal. I smiled sweetly and gave him a banana from Pret. Balanced diets are important and I am a good Mistress after all. Potassium is key before a proper draining.
12:14pm: Today’s slave? A delightful little rubber fetishist with a thirst for golden refreshment. Thank God for train coffee and the 2 litres of water I dutifully forced down, had to clamp my thighs together the whole ride in. Truly, no one talks enough about the bladder discipline required in this line of work. Such a selfless profession.
1:37pm: Slave serviced, rubber rinsed. My work here is done. For now.
The rest of the day? Two eager pain sluts booked in for the afternoon. Whips are polished, paddles aligned. They say they’re ready…. we’ll see.
Being a good Mistress means sacrifice. Bladders stretched, hydration managed, bananas lovingly gifted. Honestly, I deserve a medal. Or at the very least, a foot rub.
Note to self: Bring extra coffee next time. And more bananas.