mark… London…

As a perfectionist and a slave who always wants to be the "best boy" possible, being with my Master when i have to juggle other responsibilities -- work, etc -- always puts me a little on edge. Together with my Master Fhionna recently in London, this dynamic was very much in play.

Having arrived overnight from the US, i had several meetings in the morning in the City but then had the opportunity to prepare myself for Master's arrival by train from Glasgow. i worked out vigorously, in order to make my body as fit as possible for Master. (In fact, the anticipation of seeing Her and the pleasure She takes in my improving physique keeps me motivated to stay in excellent shape whilst apart). i can never eat much in the several hours prior to Master's arrival as my stomach has butterflies in anticipation of being with Her physically again after too long a separation. i leave with plenty of time to make it to Euston Station early to Master's train, with my collar to put on somewhat discreetly in the station prior to Her arrival.

When i arrive at the station, i notice that a conference call has been scheduled for me for EXACTLY the time Master's train is to arrive. my head is spinning as i am completely now focused on my Owner and it is hard to even take the simple step necessary -- to delay the call until a wee bit after Master's arrival -- but i manage to do this. i know this will be a distraction to attending to Master Fhionna, but it is better than the alternative and i trust Master entirely to know whether consequences will flow from this intrusion. i nervously keep checking for the arrival time and track of the train which changes at the last moment causing more agitation. After making sure my collar is in place, at last i am waiting as the first class compartment door opens...in an instant, i see Master's smiling beautiful face and most of my tension melts away.

Most, but not all. i tell Master about the call that is necessary and permission is provided but i sense a slight annoyance in Her reaction to this distraction. As i participate in the call, i can feel Her all-knowing and seeing eyes gazing at my back and i occasionally look over my shoulder and see Master. comfortable and relaxed -- smirking at me. While this is more imagined than real (at least i think), even a long-term slave feels a sense of trepidation when not being totally able to serve with every ounce of attention and capacity.

The next day i have another meeting which Master has allowed but has given me a very precise time to be ready for Us/us to venture forth for Our/our official session time together. i am told that i will receive two strokes of the cane in my Punishment Book for every minute i return after the appointed hour. (On a previous visit to London, i was late in returning and the result was a session that had to be hurried which annoyed Master...something i strive to avoid.) The meeting, of course, continues longer than anticipated with the prospective client wanting to chat (they hardly ever do that...of course it happens this time when i must be on time for my Owner!). i do everything i can to end the meeting without being rude but know that i will be cutting it very close. i text Master that i am on my way, hoping for mercy, but receive a simple "you had better hurry' in response. i race through the halls of the hotel and get to the door exactly one minute late so fortunately for me, only 2 will be added to my P Book. Master laughs at me and tells  me what a lucky boy i was that traffic was so forgiving and i begin to realise that She is enjoying the predicament that my split responsibilities are causing me.

We/we head to the dungeon, which is relatively nearby and a young Mistress -- poured into Her clinging red outfit -- greets Us/us. my previous submissive life of searching for "The One" flashes before my eyes and i am so happy to just be there with Master and Master alone, comfortable in my slave skin and about to physically submit to my wonderful Owner.

My Lord and Master puts me in complete restraint on a tilting leather table that could invert me entirely if She desired but instead chooses to test my mettle in terms of tolerating ever-increasing levels of electric torture on my already sore and extremely tender nipples and my cock and balls. This is a totally different type of pain sensation than any of the other forms of physical pain my Owner has inflicted previously on me. Whilst it is hard not to panic, as She gleefully turns the knob to ever-higher levels, remaining calm almost allows the voltage to create a sense of overwhelming warmth and a positive buzz. By this point, i am no longer struggling with dual responsibilities and am single-minded in my devotion to Master and creating pleasure for Her.

As the session nears its end, Master secures me to the corporal punishment bench which i presume means my punishment is at hand. I am quiet, my head hung low, as Master beats me gradually at first, but then harder, with a strap that is about an inch and half wide that leaves raised bumps on my bottom and a good deal of soreness. Then the punishment with the cane is to come, which the strap actually helps me tolerate by warming my bottom up. Although i have been a "good boy" and the number in my book is a relatively low six -- i have had as many as 37 previously -- the pain is intense and the marks are severe, among the most severe i have ever received. i always revel in my marks afterwards, and i am glad to have pleased my Master by behaving well.

At the end of Our/our session, Master goes upstairs to thank the Owner/Mistress of the dungeon space and i don't want to intrude. But then i hear Master Fhionna calling for me and i come up the stairs tentatively and am introduced as slave, feeling awkward and uncertain. Happily, i am instructed to go off and clean the dungeon space spotlessly. Being called by Master to come upstairs and present myself sent even more of a jolt of electricity through me than was inflicted earlier on my nipples, cock and balls. For that fleeting moment, i could imagine what bliss it would be to be Her permanent attending slave, waiting on my Owner and responding to Her every whim and instruction.

Thank You so much Master for another wonderful time together.