Reading my mags this week, so far I've come actoss this new supposed 'no diet' meal replacement programme from Germany - what's a meal replacement programme if not a diet? - that gets you to replace two meals a day with a yoghurt and soya drink, sweetened with 'enzyme rich' honey. So that would be yoghurt and soya powder with honey added, swirled up in the blender? It actually sounds quite tasty and I fully intend to give it a go, but probably get stephie to knock our own up rather than pay for the proprietary brand they're selling. Watch this space........

In the same mag, an ad for 'flatulence reducing underwear', with a pic of a happy looking woman bouncing about the bed with her boyfriend, both wearing the referred-to garments, which is presumably the reason they're smiling instead of pulling faces at the pong..........

Hopefully, not intended as a warning re the effects of too much yoghurt and soya...............

I lift the cup, taking in the feel of it, the shape, colour, texture. From whence came the materials of which it is made? Who designed it, made it, painted and fired it?

What of the water with which the tea is made? Whence did it come; on what mountains did the rain fall, in what underground streams and wells did it travel, how was it pumped to my home?

Where did the tea itself grow? Who planted it? Under what skies did it grow; with what rain was it watered, under what suns and moons did it ripen? Who tended and picked it, who packed and transported it, who placed it on what shelves from which I bought it?

I inhale its steamy aroma as I lift it to my lips, observe its colour, feel its warmth on my fingers where I hold the cup. I taste it as it crosses the hedge of my teeth, washes softly across my tongue and around my mouth, before trickling down my throat.

There is so much in drinking a cup of tea.

How much greater complexity with the addition of a chocolate biscuit..........

There's a Zen story of a student going to the Master - they seldom seem to be Mistresses! - to ask the way to enlightenment. The Master asks, 'Have you eaten your meal?'; 'Yes', replies the student. 'Then wash your bowl', the Master says.

We spend so much time recalling the past, worrying about the future, we're seldom fully here, where we live, in the present moment. 'If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him', is another Zen precept. Its not suggesting Buddhacide! But there should be no other Buddha walking the road; just you.

Its fine to remember the past and learn from it, take pleasure in happy memories; its fine to plan for the future. This is all part of being whom we are. But we live here, in this present moment.

I was meditating; it was time to stop, but it began to rain. Through the open window I could hear the patter of the rain drops falling. So I sat on, listening. Being there, in the moment of the rain......

'The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew tree
Are of equal duration'. T.s. Eliot; 'Little Gidding'.

It is all here and now. What you seek, you already are. I suppose an interesting corollary of that is, whatever you bring to the table, that is what you will find there.

A little note to females; the journal entry relating to chastity is intended primarily for the guys! I am being so inundated by applications from men, most of whom graphically tell me what they want to do to me, or for me to do to them, and most of that involving the dangly bits between their legs, that I thought I'd make it clear that is not going to happen! Or at least, if it happens will be if and when I decide it will, and for my pleasure and amusement only.

But girls - now that is a different situation. And pretty young men or t-girls, too, of course.........and sometimes a fit hairy guy might just catch my interest enough to want to let him have his evil way....... Now as your Mistress, yes; I will still be the one calling the shots, and when we are in bed together - or rolling around the lounge floor, or lying halfway across the kitchen worktops, or in the ladies at a club even - you will be required to make sure your focus is on my pleasure. But I rather think you will be getting a lot of pleasure from doing so.

So no worries if you fit the bill, hey?

I have been asked how a male slave will serve me. So I thought I would write a little in my journal about this.

So; to the male who eventually becomes my slave: an outline of your possible duties. This is of course, subject to change and negotiation, depending on my wants and needs.

On rising in the morning (On release from your night time bondage) you will make my morning tea and see to the morning feed for the animals - I have a small collection of cage animals here, as well as my dogs and cats. You will get yourself a glass of water. You will then join me for our morning yoga and meditation, which lasts about half an hour and is performed naked. Fortunately, your nice strong chastity device will ensure we have no problems of distraction.......or do I mean erection?!  I will then shower while you prepare our breakfast; then you will shower and shave - that is all over by the way, apart from the top of your head - after we eat.

Its then dog walking time; that's 2 - 3 miles across country with my two dogs, morning and night, every day. This will be a 'family' outing, since I enjoy being out with them; although there may be occasions when you walk them without me.

Its then workies! I work; so will you. Your role is to help make my life better and more enjoyable, so you will contribute to me in this way as well as in your service. Your wages/salary will be paid to my account, and I will provide for you housing, food and clothing of my choice - which will probably be a lot better than you normally choose yourself! You are allowed no money of your own. (However, this is a complex issue in terms of property and finances such as savings and investments you have at the time of entering slavery. I am not looking to rip you off financially, and these will all be set aside legally in trust for you if you are ever discharged from my service, as will a proportion of your annual salary. So don't get all worried! )

When you get back from your work you will begin your household duties; basically, you do it all, while I relax.  I am a bit OCD about my home, so a high standard of cleanliness and order is expected; you are also responsible for all household shopping (I get to do the fun shopping! Clothes, shoes, handbags, that kind of thing......lol) Washing, windows, beds, are all up to you and you will have a rota to carry out your duties. You're also responsible for cooking, and if you're not already a good cook you will be sent for lessons. You will serve me, and then eat your own meal in the kitchen. If I choose to allow it, you may on occasion eat with me, if you've been a good boy.  However, on 4 evenings a week you will accompany me to the gym, where we shall be working out; you will serve dinner on our return home. On another evening we shall swim; and every evening there is of course another dog walkies! You get fit with me, boy!

Once you've cleared the table and dealt with the washing up, you will be allowed to kneel at my feet to await any service I may require; that;s mainly fetching drinks or putting batteries in the remote, not what you were hoping! Although you will also be sent on courses to learn how to provide satisfying foot and full body massage, manicure and pedicures, so that you can pamper me when I wish. So on many evenings you will be treating me to your skills in these areas. Another good reason fror a nice strong, secure chastity device; I SO want you to know you won't be distracted from providing an excellent service by any carnal desires..........

You will sleep in a separate room to me, strapped naked, spread, to the single bed. But you will have the comfort and pleasure of being strapped down by me in person, wearing my nightie, and then knowing I am in the next room, out of your reach, as I shall always be................although there may be occasions when I do desire your company in my room; to provide those intimate personal services a lady does need from a man on occasion..........even if he is a slave and securely locked in chastity while providing her with the pleasure she desires.............

A question I am asked at least 10 times a week is: will the slave be allowed any release from chastity, to be milked regularly, or maybe allowed to cum on his birthday? Sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is he will rarely be allowed any release of any kind. Once you're mine, and a man, you can forget about the things between your legs; they were put there for me to use to torture you! Because they ain't being used for any sexual purposes for your personal pleasure ever again. If and when they get let out to play, it will be because I want them out for my amusement; so the pleasure will still be all mine. As for milking; I have not heard that chaste priests get milked (Well, maybe by the odd choirboy!); nor have I heard that they have any higher incidence of prostate or other penile problems than any other section of the male populace. Personally, I suspect that milking is an idea put about by guys who want an excuse to get something nice shoved up their arse! I may well be shoving things up inside you from time to time; but it won't be for milking. It'll be because I want to watch you squirm.........

Weekends will tend to include trips out; for days walking in the Peak with the dogs, an art gallery or theatre, shopping, or maybe clubbing, fetish or vanilla. You will normally act as chauffer on these excursions, as long as your other duties are not neglected. Depending on the nature of the trip, you will either accompany me on arrival, or if I choose, wait in the car for our return.

There will also be time spent in my personal cellar 'room'........I call it a 'room', but its scarier than that...........you may or may not like Mistress's 'room'........it probably depends on the reason you're there! I have some lovely - well, I think they're lovely; you may think they're scary - pieces of kit there. For playing with; doing nice, hurty things to people........strong dark wooden things; shiny metal things; hitty things; sharpy things; things that attach electrodes to sensitive parts of the body.........you get the idea! You will grow used to your regular visits here, sometimes with me; sometimes maybe with a friend, for I have other dommes under consideration to serve me. Sometimes maybe with both of us. You will come to know what it is like to be forced to accept your chains, your gag and hood, and to kneel and kiss Mistress's feet before she fastens you up or down and begins to amuse herself with your body and mind. And it is in here that you might indeed find all sorts of things getting shoved up and inside all kinds of interesting, sensitive parts of your naked, helpless body....In Mistress's 'room', no one can hear you scream.........

So, boys; are you still wanting to give yourselves to me?

A late night tonight, and I must be off to bed. But I want to make sure potential slaves are clear on one point.

As my slave,you will be permitted to serve me, to worship me, in many ways. I enviseage this as progressing at the right time to a 24/7, 365 relationship, so that we may both benefit from that. However, sex will not be part of what is expected from, or allowed to, you, unless it is by my wish and for my pleasure.

Now that doesn't mean I won't touch you, maybe at times quite intimately. It doesn't mean that you won't see me naked. It doesn't mean you might not even be allowed to share my bed - on a cold night, where else am I going to warm my feet?! It doesn't mean I don't want you to become sexually aroused and to show your desire for me. But it does mean you won't be allowed any opportunity to physically express your desire, unless I choose to allow that. And I mean, you do have a tongue in your head don't you?! And hands?! What did you think God gave those to you for - just to use for talking and playing with yourself?! They are for MY pleasure; and if I want you to please me with any other portion of your anatomy, I'll let you know - but don't count on it being too often, slave!

Call me a frustration vampire..........I feed from your frustrated sexual energies. I take pleasure in the constant, unending 'itch' of the desire you are never quite allowed to release.

Just in case you thought I sound SO nice............