My My but it has been a long long time since I have added to this journal.  Seems all of My attention in that department has been directed to My yahoo profile.  But for some odd reason out of the blue My activity here at collarme has been really picking up.  I go through periods where I swear....I must not show up on any searches at all.  How else to explain months and months with NO emails.

At any rate, those have started to flow again but I must tell all you little slaveboys who have written your letters of heartfelt devotion and promises......you words for the most part have not been backed up with action. 

IF I only had a nickel for everytime I heard how close someone was to ME, or how often they travel through Lexington, or how they want to serve regularly, at least once a month. And then.....like some strange apparition...they are gone.  And they do not respond to email queries as to their status.

IS this some cathartic exercise.....to simply write a Mistress?  Does it give you a charge to do so, even with NO intent of ever actually serving in person?   Well it must, because so many promising queries to Me have yielded NOTHING!!!!

Lets get on it boys.  There's backs to be whipped, ribs to be kicked and torsos to be trampled into mush!!!!  And Mistresses to be adored, pampered, spoiled, worshipped and pleasured!!!

Get off the damned fence!!!

Mistress D

believe you know what I keep slaves around for!" he nodded sheepishly. "Thats right slave....to beat , to kick , to stomp mercilessly until My sadistic fires are sufficiently fanned!"

With that, I reached down and grabbed slave...dragging him by the hair after Me out the office door and into the warm night air.

"Stay there on your knees pig! Head bowed"

I strode purposely away from him, punctuating each step on the hard concrete to elicit the maximum click and echo from My steel tipped stilettos. Each hammer against the hard surface got Me hotter and meaner, reminding Me how great it is to be a superior Mistress and what powerful weapons graced the ends of My feet. Back and forth I walked, first toward him, circling behind him, then away again. It delights Me no end to know that slave realizes what is coming and its cruel inevitability. I spin on one heel to face him, give a little shake of the hair, inhale deeply as My breasts stretch the little buttons of My starched white blouse to the breaking point. I am Soooooooo ready for this. I stride deliberately toward him...stopping about four feet away and drive a devestating kick into his stomach.....he doubles over gasping for breath, his head now just inches from the sidewalk. I circle around to his side, rear back a long, tan, powerful leg and drive the sharp toe of My pump into his rib cage. He manages to gasp out a labored "Thank You Mistress", his breathing now heavy and labored.

W/we are a mere fifty or so feet from the street and passing cars and pedestrians. It is such a turn on to think that someone is bound to see Me as I stand imperiously over My slave, hands on My hips, a smile creeping across My face that only begins to express the delight I am experiencing at this moment. I raise a foot over the crumpled body beneath Me, and let it hover....waiting for My perfect spot...waiting to drive it home like a matador ready to lunge for the final kill.
I drive that heel down with all My might and he yelps like a dog that has been kicked. I leave it in him and twist it back and forth, drilling it deeper and deeper. I steady Myself against a pole there and step up onto him, My other hand of course on My hip.
This, My dears...is the essence of domination and Female Superiority. Standing on the body of the conquered male slug. he...pinned beneath those glorious spikes like some specimen of insect pinned to a specimen board.
I feel a warm glow course through My veins as My power grows. I shift back and forth from foot to foot, wiggling and twisting those heels into his back. I walk up to his shoulders and down to his ass and upper thighs...then back up to his shoulders, caring not where I step in the slightest. Every moan and cry beneath Me gets Me hotter and hotter.

"Enjoying yourself slut!" I ask sarcastically. Of course, he has no option but to reply yes. he lives for this. It is where he belongs and he knows it.
"Good...I'm SO glad you are!!" I rear back and drive kick after kick into his ribs. And I DO use the toe, not the sides!
But this was supposed to be a very stern lesson. And I was being so easy on him. Everyone knows full well that spikes hurt tenfold worse on the front than the back. I squat down before him and pull him up by the hair again to face Me.
"I love You Mistress Divinyl" he gasps. I smile broadly, then throw him off the raised stoop and down onto the driveway.
"on your back pig!" I say icily. "Time to get serious". he complies very quickly. There is about a foot and a half drop to the drive below from the walk, which presents Me with a wonderful opportunity. Why step down when I can jump down? No good reason I can think of. I leap off and land square in the middle of slave's chest, eliciting a delightful OOOoooof! I then begin marching on him...raising each leg in turn and bringing it down brutally hard. I then hunt for his little nipples and place My heel tips directly on them. I really have his attention now as I rock back onto the tips, steadying Myself for balance against the pole. I squat down to bring as much weight to bear on them as I can, and slave's face is twisted into a tortured grimmace, covered in sweat. he is groaning and crying quite loudly now, and it is becoming annoying, so I move one foot to his throat and begin to bear down until his cries become gurgles and hisses.
"Thats much better....such nice sounds"
And, since there are new frontiers to cross tonight, I command him to turn his head to the side. I cross My other foot from his nipple over to the side of his skull. he cries as he feels the weight slowly transfer and increase. When I have My balance, I bring My other foot from his throat and slam it down on his cheek and jaw. I am standing full weight on his head now...his face and skull mashed cruelly against the broken and gravel filled driveway surface. My clit is now swollen and straining beneath My thong, aroused by My power. I look down at the head barely visible beneath My tanned feet and polished black pumps and drink in the vision of My total dominance over this lowly creature. his agony builds by the second as does My arousal at the sight.

"Oh this is WONDERFUL! I think I'll just stay right here for a while and drink in this lovely sight" I say, a smile beaming on My face. But anything good can be made better, so I start doing a little twist action , grinding the grit on My soles into his cheek and forehead.

I step back onto his chest and raise one foot over his face, now turned up to face Me. I begin to stomp on his face with the sole of one foot while the other sinks deeply into his ribs to anchor Me. It makes a wonderful smack each time it comes down on his face. I of course am careful to avoid his eyes and teeth.
All of this activity has given Me quite a workout, and I feel a need to come in and enjoy a little AC. I should have left slave laying in the driveway, but big softie that I am, I allow him to crawl inside behind Me. But just as I hit the door....that martini and water that I consumed earlier in the evening decided it was time to 'go'. And since I had been having so much fun outside, oblivious to who may have seen or witnessed My little step aerobics class, why not just relieve Myself out here too.
I snapped a finger and pointed to the driveway at My feet. slave scurried over and knelt, his face at the perfect height to meet My clit as I stood on the raised stoop of the sidewalk. I could tell from his expression that this was very painful to his knees as he was wearing shorts and kneeling on this hard and rough drive had to be agonizing. Again...I just couldnt hold back a big smile at the thought!!
"you know the drill pig! spill a single drop and I will beat you until you pass out! I stood imperiously with My hands on My hips as slave raised My tight black miniskirt and tugged down My black thong enough to release My gorgeous 'clit'. he opened his mouth wide as I let loose a steady stream of warm golden nectar into it. Doing this outside in an exposed area like this was a new thrill for Me. This is great enough on its own...seeing a slave kneeling and taking My piss down its throat, but in this location, it was pure bliss. After thirty or forty seconds, I was finished, and commanded slave to suck out any remaining piss. His warm lips and tongue engulfed My clit and it felt heavenly as he gently sucked its head to catch the last few precious drops. I had a good mind to just stay there and let him suck Me off, but My feet needed a rest and there was a long weekend ahead. NO use rushing everything into the first several hours.... to be continued

this nights events called for some very special shoes! I tousled My wig to perfection, sprayed a little Oleg Cassini perfume in the air and let it fall on My body, applied a little scented lotion to My legs to give them that lovely whisper of scent and shine and went out to the kitchen to fix a nice martini and relax. The kitchen is directly above the office where slave was toiling away over My computer. I made sure My steps were very deliberate and authoratative as I strode across the hardwood floor. I am sure the echoing hammer of their strikes caused an immediate reaction in slave's shorts. Like a dog trained to react to the bell in Pavlov's story, the hammering ring of My heels on a hard surface causes another part of slave to 'salivate'!
I put on My favorite progressive house music, which energizes Me and reminds Me of past wonderful times dragging slave around through trendy clubs filled with beautiful freaky fetish people...always on the end of My leash following dutifully behind.
I can already feel that wonderful Domme feeling washing over Me like the first stages of a really good 'O' ! That energy, that tingle, that feeling of power and beauty. I was ready.

Now normally, I would look around for a whip, or a cane, a collar and leash to take down with Me. But tonight, mimimalism will reign. What would I need??? A glance down at the ends of My feet confirmed what I already knew. Everything I would need to teach slave his lessons was right there. I stood up, grabbed My martini glass, straightened the wrinkles out of My very tight skirt, gave a short shake of the head to fluff My hair and strode out and down the stairs to My destiny. The hammer of My heels approaching should have alerted 'd' to My approach, but instead I found him asleep on the floor. Was this some ploy...anything to get on eye level with those beautiful implements that control his very being. OR ..was he truely tired from the long drive and lack of sleep. It mattered not....I was ramped up and ready to rumble! Nothing was going to stop Me!!!

Perhaps he sensed My presence as I stopped, positioning the sharp, black, glossy, pointed toes of My pumps perhaps an inch away from his nose and lips. A smile crept over his face as he awakened and took in the vision before him.

"Mistress, I thought You didn't get dressed up in the summertime!"

"I made an exception for you slave" I said. "This is a very important few days. I have much to accomplish".
Now normally I might relax and chit chat a bit, catch up on things, help slave to relax. But I smelled blood, and was very, very ready! I reached down, grabbed him roughly by the hair, and brought his face up to meet My gaze.

"Slave..tonight is the first in a series of lessons associated with your 're-education'. you will learn again, that no matter how generous you are to Me, how many niceties you throw My way, how selfless and kind you are to Me.....you ARE and ALWAYS will be....a slave to Me. And I bel