Ahh I’ve not had 2 minutes to myself off late- hence the late blog. I cant believe how long its been since I last came on.
2012 I must say has been kind to me thus far and long may it continue. I have been crazy busy with Outcalls to some of my favourite central london hotels it must be said! Quite a few of my biggest followers from the middle east and surrounding areas (they just ADORE a tall amazonian Mistress with perfect feet to match) and Im s-o loving them. They are so loving , obedient  and generous to their Mistress. ..lol  and the British accent gets em every time.

Happy Birthday to me …hoping for some nice pressies this year

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My photo shoot went very well Monday with a new photographer Im trying out. He captured some stunning shots indeed!  The theme was fully fashioned stockings to begin with and then various patterned stockings. He had some very up to date  equipment that brought my feet out in their true glory emphasising the shape and arches.

Im very impressed and will be doing some more work in the future…donot fear however as all my drooling fans can view these shots on my website arch-angel where I’ll be adding them shortly.

Looking forward to my upcoming brithday in literally 9 days and counting..hoping to receive some great gifts ..

My current wants are an ipad2,new foot jewellery and a new winter coat(principles) ..equally Amazon gift vouchers would be sufficient to put towards them

OMFG!!!!!
I had been staring in utter disbelief at the news for near on 6 hours last night. What is happening to My Great Country?? Complete lawlessness..stupid uneducated ignorant kids/criminials totally milking the situation..
The original protest issue now being completely lost whilst these little shits go around wreaking complete havoc and running the streets. It almost brought a tear to my eye what they have done and to people livelihoods..a business in Croydon spanning 5 generations burnt to a crisp in less than an hour. The emergency services had to just let it burn away as services were stretched and safety could not be assured. WTF???
Im so Goddamn Angry and upset over all this..

Im looking for some serious ass to BEAT more than ever right NOW!! I cant express this enough!!! So for My subs reading this get on the fuckin phone and let me get My release!! Amazonian woman has now trebled in Strength, Edurance & Ability LMFAO!!!!

CUCKOLDS READ ON..

I now have a gorgeous BLACK BULL to join me in Dom/cuckold sessions.
He’s also a Master
~He’s 6″2 with a 9.5″ Big Black Juicy Fat Cock~
If you want to know what a REAL man looks like and how to really satisfy a WOMAN like ME… get booking NOW!!!

Im feeling particularly BRUTAL and HORNY all at the same time right now which is DANGEROUS BUT DAMN GOOD FUN!!!! LOL!!!

IM WAITING!!!!

~Mistress Cindy Ray~

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Very few people have crossed Mistress Cindy Ray. That’s because some people omit an aura or gravitas that gives the impression that they are somewhat untouchable or not to be messed with. Cindy Ray is one of those people and what adds credibility to it is that She is indeed the real deal.
Occasionally though, the fools in this world that bestow their suffering on those that don’t suffer it gladly. Mistress Cindy Ray definitely doesn’t suffer fools gladly, yet even a fool can hide their true colours long enough to even deceive the best of them.
The man is question shall simply be referred to as The Fool. The Fool is an older man, aged around 55. At first, he came across as charming to Cindy Ray; he wooed Her with gifts and extravagant holidays. They’d dine at Michelin star restaurants and rub shoulders with the rich and powerful social elite of London. There was nothing Mistress Cindy Ray couldn’t have and The Fool happily obliged to any whim She had.

Like Cindy Ray’s slaves, The Fool also had a protocol. He too would have to kiss Her feet; no man is immune from that rule in Her presence. What irked Cindy Ray somewhat was it seemed The Fool didn’t take any of that seriously. The Fool didn’t know that there are many people who would earnestly swap places with him in order to even be at Her feet let alone kissing them.
As time went on, complacency was setting in and The Fool was not as consistent as he had been before. He would be increasingly late at appointments; last minute cancellations; evasive behaviour. When all those elements are put into an equation, one can be forgiven for being suspicious and what The Fool fails to realise is that Cindy Ray has a stable of slaves who will do absolutely anything for Her.
One particular slave was given the task to follow The Fool and to take pictures of any “incriminating evidence”. It didn’t take long for the slave to report back with snap shots of The Fool wining and dining another woman. That evening, Cindy Ray summoned to The Fool to Her house. The Fool is going to learn a very valuable lesson.

The Fool comes in to the house with his usual swagger. He sees Cindy Ray sitting on Her couch, Her legs stretched on the futon.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She suddenly says and The Fool starts to laugh.
Mistress Cindy Ray stands up and slowly walks over to him. She’s right in his face and suddenly, She strikes him on the cheek. The Fool stumbles back, totally taken aback.
“What the hell are you doing?” he shouts.
Mistress strikes again – harder. He falls on the ground and She puts Her size 8, bare foot on his face then leans forward showing him the pictures Her slave took earlier in the day. The Fool’s face went white as a sheet and he started to tremble.
“I- I – I- I …”
He couldn’t even string a sentence together; it’s that thing about aura. The Fool knows he’s in grave trouble and danger as Mistress Cindy Ray doesn’t suffer fools gladly and indeed this is a fool who trembles at Her feet.
Mistress then began verbally abusing and humiliating The Fool, telling how She only used him for his money and that an old man his age could never satisfy a beautiful Queen such as She and that after what he did to Her, he was going to pay, dearly.
She then started to treat him as a slave. She ordered him to kiss Her feet and thank Her for the punishment he is about receive. He sat there, trembling, tears filling his eyes with a look of disbelief on his face.
“Please…I’m…I’m so, so sorry…”
He’s begging and whimpering but it’s no avail.
“That’s too late now, worm. We’re beyond apologies you cretinous, vile shit”
Her voice booms across the room, causing The Fool to cower and tremble even more. He hurriedly crawls to Her feet and starts kissing them.
“Don’t forget to thank Me for your punishment”
She laughs as She looks down on him, kissing Her feet and whimpering his thanks for what’s in store for him, of which he has no idea what.

The next few hours were spent with The Fool tied up and with a bag over his head. While tied up he had received many lashes from various different objects around the house. The fool was beaten with not only Her cane but with Her crop, Her paddle and various different shoes and slippers.
He was also severely beaten with Her brush, belt and chain. The beatings were so hard that there were open wounds and cuts on his backside and all over his back. To add insult to injury, Mistress put The Fool over Her knee and spanked him very hard on those open wounds that were on his bottom, which made him yelp in pain.
Even though his sight was obscured by the bag over his head, he knew someone had turned on the light of the room he was left tied up in. The voice he heard was a familiar one – it was Mistress Cindy Ray.
Despite being a fool, The Fool did have a lot of confidence in himself. In some, it’s an admiral virtue but in others it can come across as stupid. The Fool thought it’d be a good idea to start conversing with Mistress Cindy Ray without permission. In fact, it didn’t even occur to him that he’s have to ask for permission, which illustrates again how much he underestimates Mistress Cindy Ray’s status and power. He started thanking Her for the lesson She taught him and how he will never do anything like this again. Mistress laughs out loud and pulls the bag off his head.
“I get the feeling that your punishment is over”
The Fool looked confused.
“Well…isn’t it?”
Mistress shakes Her head.
“No…no, I haven’t begun your punishment”
The Fool starts trembling again.
“But..but…the lashes…You lashed me for a long time…”
“Yes?”
“Yes…and thank You for that because it really did teach me to be, You know…more…”
“Yes?”
“Yes…and I…I …I …thought…that…was…all?”
“Lashing you pleases Me. You do want Me to be pleased, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes…of course, of course I do”
“Good. I think You’re going to be a good boy from now on”
“Yes…yes…I will be, absolutely”
“Good. Now, can you see those chest of drawers over there?”
Mistress points to the chest behind Her as The Fool anxiously looks on.
Mistress carries on.
“In the fourth drawer are an array of dildos. In a moment, I’m going to untie you and I want you to crawl over to the chest of drawers and pick out the biggest dildo in the fourth drawer then I want you to crawl back and give it to me. Understand?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good boy. Now, repeat to Me what I want you to do”
The Fool doesn’t miss a beat as he responds like a zombie.
“Crawl to Your chest of drawers and pick out the biggest dildo in the fourth drawer, then crawl back and give it to You”
“Hurry up”

The Fool is untied and is crawling towards the chest of drawers. He feels all kind of emotions but the biggest one is fear. He terrified at what’s about to happen; the fact he doesn’t know what’s going to happen and what he thinks is (probably going to happen). He’s also scared of making a mistake as it’s becoming apparent that Mistress Cindy Ray doesn’t like to be irritated or served in a shoddy manner.
He gets to the fourth drawer and opens it. Inside are indeed an array of dildos of all different sizes and colours. The biggest one sits in the middle and the sight of it scared The Fool even more, his fear increasing rapidly and more so by the minute. He takes it out of the drawer and puts it in his mouth, then crawls back to Mistress.
The events shortly after were the worst of The Fools fears. Mistress penetrated him anally and throughout verbally humiliated and abused him. He would have to thank Her and beg Her to thrust harder ad quicker and then thank Her when She did. She would belittle his manhood and tell him that this is what a penis should look like and not his own shrivelled excuse for a dick. She also told him that he didn’t know how to fuck Her properly and how unsatisfied She felt after every sexual encounter they had.
The ordeal for The Fool didn’t end there. After his anal experience his humiliation was further illustrated when he was tied up to the bed post and had his nipples clamped and endured being spat on and scratched.
“This is only phase one of your punishment, fool. I hope you appreciate the time I have put in to punish you”
The Fool, hanging off a bed post, with clamps on his nipples and saliva dripping from his face thanks his new Mistress for everything She’s done for him.
Mistress Cindy Ray laughs and says:
“Good boy; I know you’d end up seeing things my way”

I’m staring at the street from the window. Mistress Cindy Ray has discarded another slave.
I watch him wander off into the outside world and even though he may appear to be free, he’s definitely not at peace. There is a beautiful equilibrium when serving Mistress or sitting at Her feet. She is like the heart that pumps blood into all Her slaves; without Her, we’d be nothing.
 The discarded slave looks back at the house a few times and he catches my eye. I act on impulse; I raise my hand as if to gesture ‘farewell’, but I feel no genuine compassion for him other than being relieved that it wasn’t me. If Mistress thought it was better that She get rid of him, then who am I to argue with Her? She is always right and Her judgement is always correct.
The stable is shrinking as Mistress has initiated a zero tolerance code amongst us slaves. For the last few months, Mistress has been irritated by the level of service She’s receiving. At home, She expects to be waited on hand and foot; She shouldn’t have to make effort in the home She owns from all the hard work She does when She’s away. At home all Her needs must be catered for, how and when She wants it.
 Naturally, there is much anxiety amongst the stable. We carry out our tasks with an uneasiness and insecurity, that any small mistake would mean we’re chucked out. I got severely beaten because I didn’t fill Her mug with as much coffee as She would have liked. I was lucky  not to be discarded.
The next few weeks went by without any fuss. Mistress seemed to be satisfied with the way we’ve have conducted ourselves but it only takes one mistake.
 One morning I was summoned to Mistress’s bedroom. I stand at the doorway, the door already open. Mistress is laying on Her bed eating Her breakfast; I look down to the floor and await permission to enter the room.
“Come in”
My invite was nonchalant, which is one of two ways Mistress communicates with Her slaves (the other being anger). I take my place at Her feet and perform the usual ritual whenever I enter – or am allowed to enter – a room with Mistress in it: I kiss the soles of Her feet.
There’s a long pause before Mistress speaks. I have been summoned to Her room but it is up to Mistress as to when She starts to begin; Mistress does all the talking as it’s more of a bulletin rather than a discussion (or) meeting.
 As I wait for Mistress to begin I am face to face with Her breathtaking feet. The moment I laid eyes on Her feet, I had submitted in body and mind to Mistress. It’s not only Her feet that cast a spell on me; Her long legs and athletic physique, to top it off with a beautiful face, left me truly at Her mercy. But, he power and supremacy is what really defines Her. Yes, She’s a Goddess; a beautiful Amazonian siren. But it’s Her mind and power that truly captivates You. She has a natural authority over everything and She rules through fear. The whole stable is petrified of Her and it’s just how She likes it.
“Slave, as You know, I’ve been getting rid of some of the…dead wood, shall we say”
“Yes Mistress”
“…and I’m looking to get rid of some more”
Mistress is speaking to me while flicking the pages of Her magazine, while I’m still on my knees at the end of Her bed, by Her feet. She suddenly looks up at me and tells me to look at Her.
I look up and She’s staring at me; Her big, brown eyes hypnotise me and I feel there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please my Mistress.
“Did you hear what I said, slave?”
“Yes Mistress”
She smiles at me, then suddenly says:
“Well, you’re free to leave slave, good bye”
I am in shock and I’m rendered speechless. My lips start to move as if I was about to say something, but nothing would come out.
“Aren’t you going to kiss My feet and thank Me for everything I’ve done for you?”
I start to kiss Her feet in earnest, trying to portray my devotion, through my lips and on to the soles of Her feet. I lose myself and I start pleading with Her in between kisses.
“Please Mistress; don’t throw me away. I’ll work harder for You – You won’t have to lift a finger Mistress. I’ll literally wait on You hand and foot”
I suddenly jump up and I’m aware I’m doing this without permission, but I’m pulling all the stops. Mistress looks amused as She watches me rush up from Her feet and fetch Her slippers. I place them where Her feet would go, if She was to get up.
“You see Mistress, You wouldn’t even have to put any effort in to put on Your slippers. I will do everything for You; please Mistress, please let me have one chance to prove my worth”
Mistress Cindy Ray smiles and agrees. She gives me twenty four hours to prove myself and took up my offer of literally waiting on Her hand and foot.
 The rest of the day went as follows:
I placed Her feet in Her shoes and tied shoe laces if needed.
I cut Her food up and fed Her when She was hungry.
I held up Her magazines and/or newspapers whenever She wanted to read them and I turned the pages for Her.
I became Her foot stool as She surfed the web and She had massages on tap.
 By the end of the day, I was exhausted, and I’m perched by Her feet, rubbing Her soles as She doses off in Her bed. I am ordered to sleep on the floor and be ready for when She wakes up to tell me Her verdict.
In the morning She was served breakfast by the other slaves in the stable. They dare not look at me, as I’m tied by the bed post at the bottom of Mistress’s bed.
Mistress eats Her breakfast in silence; She hasn’t acknowledged me this morning, and I wait patiently for Her to begin.
 However, Mistress dictates the pace and She never specified when She’d make Her verdict. She orders one of the other slaves to run Her a bath and get Her towels ready. After Her bath, the same slave was ordered to rub Her down and my heart starts to sink. That’s usually my job, to attend to Her personal needs. Does this mean I’m surplus to requirements? Does this mean I’m no longer needed?
Mistress re- enters the bedroom and I’m trembling with nerves. She sits on the bed, while I’m at Her feet, on the floor. She places Her feet on my shoulders; one on my left and one on my right. She then pushes me down with Her feet onto the floor and my face is now Her foot stool.
“Slave; you’ve been working very hard, but I still feel you could have done more to please me”
My heart is racing; I know I’m about to told to leave.
“I am sorry if my efforts weren’t good enough Mistress…”
Mistress then slaps me hard on my face with one of Her size 8 feet.
“Don’t speak slave – listen”
I try and hold back the tears. I love serving my Mistress and the thought of being thrown away like an unwanted pet is truly devastating.
“As I was saying slave, you could have done better. But I did enjoy watching you sweat and bend over backwards for me, so I am willing to give you another chance. Aren’t I kind Mistress, slave?”
I am overfilled with joy. I spend the next ten minutes or so thanking Her and kissing Her feet. I tell Her how lucky I am to have such a beautiful, powerful and merciful Mistress such as She.
All the while, Mistress stares silently at me, with an evil grin on Her face.
“That’s right slave; you thank your Mistress for everything I do for you”
The next hour was spent with me tied up to the post of Her bed, while she lashed me for Her pleasure. This is my calling and I never want to leave.

I’m knelt down on the floor by Mistress Cindy Ray’s feet. She’s laying down on Her bed; it’s Her day of rest. She doesn’t have to go anywhere or do anything and this day is purely about Mistress Cindy Ray relaxing and unwinding.
 The morning started off slowly. Mistress was having a lie in. During that time I was fanning Her as the heat in the room was keeping Her awake. I anxiously cooled Her down with a cushion, hoping I wasn’t fanning Her too slow or too quickly; waking Her up would have had serious implications.
After Her lie in I fixed Her breakfast: an array of fruit with a hot pot of coffee, along with toast and various jams. I then washed the dishes and went to the shop to fetch Her some cigarettes, a newspaper and couple of magazines. As She flicks through the pages of Her newspaper, I’m told to rub Her feet. Her wide soles are in my face and I can smell the aroma from Her feet of the night before. The smell is somewhat mesmerising, that coupled with the sheer magnificence of Her feet. Her long toes are perfectly formed with a slight gap between Her big toe and second toe. Her long, strong nails – painted in jet black – glisten from the sun light that bleeds through the window. As I press my fingers and thumbs firmly on Her soles, She lets out a contented groan and scrunches Her toes. Suddenly I hear Her click Her fingers and I look up to see Her shaking an empty glass at me. She doesn’t need to say a word as I know that’s a signifier for me to fetch Her a glass of water. I immediately spring up and rush down the stairs to get Her a drink as I know She doesn’t like to be kept waiting. When I return I am told to put the drink by Her bedside table and then I am told to start worshipping Her feet.
 Depending on Her mood I can either worship freely or follow Her instructions. This morning She decides to direct me and I’m told to suck on Her toes one by one.
My main purpose in life is to please my Mistress and I eagerly suck each and every one of Her delightful toes while admiring the beauty of Her feet. Her arches are to die for – She looks like a work of art laying there on Her bed. While I’m sucking Her little toe I’m wondering if there’s anyone else on this planet that is perfect as She and the more I think about it the more I doubt that there is anyone out there that even comes close. Even the wrinkles and creases on Her soles look so symmetrical and perfectly formed that I can’t help but feel there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Mistress.
I’m now licking Her soles and She’s telling me to lick faster and faster. Each time I speed up She laughs and every now and again She’ll call me “pathetic” or a “loser”. She then summons me to crawl towards Her and as I get close She starts slapping me on the face to which I must thank Her for every time.
After a series of slaps I’m told to run along and run Her bath. This is another anxious time as I received a severe beating not once but twice for having Her bath too hot and too cold (on two separate occasions).
 It seems this time I got it right as She commended me on how I made sure the temperature is just how She likes it but I got a beating anyway as She said it will keep me in line so I won’t mess Her bath up next time.
She had me tied to a pillar in Her room and She whipped for a good 15 minutes; I thanked Her for the beating as I know it’s for my own good and will only help me serve Her better in the future.
 With my back stinging with pain, I kneel and kiss Her feet while thanking Her.
“Good boy”, She says and She sits on Her bed while I’m kissing away, with Her other foot on top of my head.
“Thank You Mistress”, I say in between kisses.
I can feel the pressure of Her foot on my head getting heavier, which indicates that She still wants me grovelling at Her feet for longer.
“You try hard, don’t You slave?”
Not sure on how to answer I respond with:
“I do try my best Mistress”
She laughs and slaps the top of my head with Her size 8 feet.
“Thank You Mistress”
She laughs again then shoves me away with Her foot.
“You’re boring me now slave. Isn’t there any cleaning you should be getting on with? Look at the state of the place; what the hell do you do when I’m out working hard?”
“I’m sorry Mistress; I’ll get on it right away”
She stares down at me as I’m cowering at the floor, fear running up and down my veins,
“Now, what sort of Mistress would I be if I was just to let you get away with something like that?”
I’m trembling, knelt on the floor.
She lets out a huge sigh.
“You disappoint me slave”
“I’m sorry Mistress”
“Hmm…where have I heard that before?”
There’s a long pause and the She says:
“Get me my whip. You’re not done yet, slave”
“Yes Mistress; thank You Mistress”
I crawl and grab the whip that She just punished me with moments before.
“Aren’t you a lucky slave to have a Mistress that is so caring and nurturing?”
“Yes Mistress; thank You Mistress”
She cracks the whip over my back and She’s now laughing with glee, which makes me happy as all I want is to please my Mistress even though I am Her pathetic, lowly slave.

Mistress Cindy Ray’s slave’s heart beats faster and faster as he hears the key turn and the door open; Mistress Cindy Ray had been long run and She has arrived home, much to Her slave’s excitement and fear all at the same time.
  Mistress Cindy Ray has had Her slave locked in one position for the entire duration of Her work out, and that was to be on his knees, head down, facing the floor, in front of the front door.
“Slave, have you been a good boy and stayed in position?”
“Yes Mistress Cindy Ray”
The slave’s voice trembles whenever he speaks to his Mistress as he is literally overwhelmed by the awe of Her presence and aura. Mistress Cindy Ray has such charisma and beauty that there is a fear she instils in Her slaves by just entering a room.
Follow me slave”, She says as She makes Her way to Her throne, while Her slave crawls behind Her.
 As She sits on Her throne, Her slave wonders what will happen next. She claps Her hand and demands he fetches Her a glass of water. Whenever She demands something or calls Her slave, he doesn’t walk but run; he can be nothing less than obedient with Mistress Cindy Ray otherwise he’ll face severe consequences.
 As soon as he rushes back with the glass of water, he’s back in position, on his knees again just as Mistress Cindy Ray is taking Her first few sips of water.
“Now slave, I have been for a very long run. As You can see, a beautiful body like mine needs to be maintained”
“Yes Mistress Cindy Ray, You are most beautiful…”
Suddenly, Mistress Cindy Ray leans forward and smacks Her slave hard in the mouth.
DON’T EVER SPEAK WITHOUGH PERMISSION”, She bellows at him while he holds his mouth in pain. As Her slave struggles with pain, a grin comes across Mistress Cindy Ray’s face.
Say thank you slave, for keeping You in line”
“Yes Mistress Cindy Ray; Thank You for showing me the errors of my ways”
“Yes, where would you be without Your incredible Mistress?”
Before he could answer, Mistress Cindy Ray orders Her slave to remove Her running shoes from Her magnificent size 8 feet. Very carefully, Her slave takes each shoe off, and the smell of sweat rises in the heat of the room up to the slave’s nostrils. Mistress Cindy Ray notices immediately that the pungent scent of Her foot is having an effect on Her slave. She knows that Her slaves don’t just simply want Her feet, but they need it to breath; to feel; to know they’re alive.
You like the smell, slave?”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress”
“Take My sock off; but slowly”
Her slave slowly peels the damp socks off Her feet and the smell gets somewhat more pungent. The slave is having to control himself as all he wants to do is now worship Her feet and lick and suck the sweat off them. Instead, She decides to smother his face with Her feet, marking the scent of Her sweat all over his cheeks, brow and lips. If She simply placed Her foot over his face, it would be completely obscured by Her foot; She is truly a Goddess of power and beauty. While Her foot went about smothering his face, She slowly coaxes his mouth open with Her toes and shoves Her foot in his mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until he starts to gag.
Slave, make sure You suck all the sweat from my toes”, She says as her slave gurgles and chokes on Her toes and foot. Her slave then sucks more vigourously and Mistress Cindy Ray lets out a laugh.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t You slave? Licking the sweat off my feet like a good little dog. A real man would never lick sweat off someone’s feet”
She looks down at Her slave from Her throne as he continues sucking all the sweat from Her soles and toes.
You’re My bitch, aren’t You? My weak and pathetic slave”
She pulls Her foot out and Her slave gasps for air. She then wipes his saliva that is on Her foot all over his face. She then proceeds to put Her other foot in his mouth and repeating the same process. The salty taste of sweat invigorates Her slave as he knows he’s pleasing his Mistress. Her pleasure is his aim and he’s glad he’s able to please Her in this way even though he’s now choking and gagging on Her feet.
Mistress Cindy Ray stretches Her other leg out and rests Her foot on his shoulder as he thoroughly cleans all the sweat off Her other foot with his mouth.
She pulls Her other foot out of his mouth and places both feet on either of his shoulders, contemplating what to do next.
I hope You done a good job slave, because I will be checking”
Afraid that he’ll get another smack, he doesn’t dare to respond unless She tells him to. She then orders him to strip naked and to lay on his back, on the floor. He does as he’s told and his Mistress is now standing over him and looking down.
At first, She teases him by placing Her toe on his nose, then placing Her foot on his throat. She then stands with both feet on his chest and Her slaves body immediately tenses up as he feels the full force and strength of his Mistress. She walks up and down his torso and She notices that he’s getting a little excited by this. She starts to lightly stroke Her slave’s pathetic excuse for a cock with Her foot then all of a sudden, presses down hard, scrunching his balls and cock.
He lets out a scream but from hearing that, Mistress Cindy Ray presses down even harder.
The more you cry in pain slave, the harder I’ll step on your worthless cock”
Through the pain, Her slave thanks Her and apologises for being in pain. Mistress Cindy Ray smiles mischievously and presses even harder still and then starts to slap his balls with Her feet. Sometimes, She slapped them so hard, that there’d be an echo in the room.
She then places Her foot over his face, the smell of sweat still cutting through to Her slave’s nostrils and his eyes watering from the pain of having his cock ad balls tortured.
What do You say slave?”
“Thank You Mistress Cindy Ray. I am truly not worthy of this honour, so thank You for allowing me to pleasure You in this way”
Mistress Cindy Ray smiles wickedly and proceeds to step and stamp on his balls again.
Oh slave…we’ve only just begun”

Well My Birthday is now firmly behind Me …now christmas is rearing its ulgy head aww..Bah humbug! I hate it!..laime corny xmas songs torturing My ears endlessly…but back to My Birthday!! It was a momentous occassion indeed..many gifts..tokens and wishlist items turned up at My door. I celebrated in style  with a few chosen ones clanging glasses of My favourite Clique Veuve Champagne. Bliss!

Poked fun at some useless slaves and made them dress up for My amusement…Now THAT is fun!!! haha

Work is coming along ..Ive now added Brown Showers to my list of services which Im very keen to get cracking on..Practice makes perfect as they say! I’m surely becoming more and more sadisitic in my attitude with each day. Although I work in a domestic ‘yet extremely spacious’ capacity.. This works very well with Me and Myy slaves..as it’s very plain to see! ..I’m certainly not a weak woman in height and build. I don’t need no dungeon.. not just yet anyway! I’m building up My sexy arrayof contrapsions which include various restraints..whips/canes and paddles.. my eyes widen with relish every opportunity I get to pick up my work tools.

A recently ‘Owned’ slave or namely my ‘dog’ visited from overseas recently..worked absolute wonders I hasten to add..very impressed indeed with his handy work around the place. He presented me with my favourite perfume on entering. The wondorous ‘Angel’ by Thierry Mugler..there is no other! Once collared I set him to work on various household duties. When I decided it was satisfactory My dog got his dinner….toe nails and shavings mixed with yesterdays old manky cereal..ooh but somethings missing here!? needs seasoning…………..so Mistress unleashed her golden and brown shower to complete dogs dinner…hmm and I made sure he devoured the lot ! ..hands restrained and a beautifully placed foot guiding him deep into those doggy delights! Dog was choking on his dinner…I then trampled his back whilst scratching and digging my long toe nails DEEP across his back leaving My bloodied marks as he was sprawled across My kitchen floor at Mytotal fuckin Mercy..hands bound..helpless! …Glorious!

I always enjoy Scenarios ..particularly the wicked Step-Mum and her ‘plaything’ naughty child which came along this week…My mind bursts with ideas….admiring Mummys fully fashined seamed stockings..tight fitted skirt..satin shirt with full cleavage…full 50’s style make-up. What a sight to behold! Mummys so bored though..I wonder how she will get her kicks? This bastard child is acting too needy and gettin too close for Mummys liking…some for some ass play perhaps?. I want that ass red as blood…yank those shorts down..your pathetic sobs are now music to My ears….now light  up Mummys cigarette..down on your knees …rubbing Mummys silky soft long shapely legs begging to be spared……I want to hear the crack of My cane on that peachey ass…….to be continued..

My dog is back in the morning to defrost my fridge ..make my breakfast and complete even more household duties..haha its never ending duties with Me in control.

Well I must be off…luxury Pedicure time…Jet black me thinks this time

 ~Mistress Cindy Ray~