The name of the site is, Soft and Wooly Bondage Stories."
And after all, isn't that what Bill has been doing, weaving his wooly spell? AS for repetition thatg offends... to each his own. But may I suggest that you post a story for us. It would be a pleasure, I'm sure, to read it.

Bob

To Mankitten: it never happened that I would have problems breathing through all the layers. The girls perfectly know when the mummifying will be tough, and they dress me very slowly. I also learnt very quickly some relaxation techniques to avoid the overheating of my body.

Everytime I am mummified, a girl stays with me a while to check if everything goes OK. After 10 minutes, she leaves me alone. It is true that if something would happen after, I am not sure if someone would be there...

Where do they get their sweaters from? All I know is that each girl has a large collection of their own sweaters. In fact, only a few girls have plenty of different sweaters, such as Catherine, Pascale. The rest always appear with one or sometimes 2 sweaters that they keep all the time.

To Oompah: First, I have checked your new website and I love it! Please go on. Second, Emeraude of course always wears her balaclava, also when she was there when Pascale was bound beside me. It must be special for Pascale to see this girl with a balaclava although she knows her.

Now, what happened to us for the last weeks? On my side, nothing really new. Pascale was almost all the time separated from me. I continued satisfying Catherine, and I could feel that Pascale being neutralized, she is even more demanding and dominating.

On Pascale's side, all the news I get are via Anne-Sophie, who shouldn't be allowed to talk, but she still does sometimes. Pascale was so resisting in the first weeks that despite all warnings, she had to spend 3 weeks in the horse stable. Shelina, Husseina and the two Asians did a good job, and it seems she starts to accept her new situation, just to avoid any extra week in this horrible stable.

Chantal stayed all her summer holidays, and together with Catherine H. who came from time to time, she has succeeded in making Pascale a good slave. I could see them twice, and now, Pascale is really afraid as soon as she sees them, especially Chantal. I don't know what she did to her, but Chantal must really be a pure demoniac.

We had two evenings together, where Pascale and I were dominated together. Among her friends and assistants, Véronique has taken a great part in her new role of dominating her sister. One can see she really loves this. Catherine B. also looks interested but still has some inhibitions, Emeraude and Christelle stay more back. As they all say, Pascale can hate her sister but she will still be her sister. She can hate her friends and friendship will be over...

Anne-Sophie also took her revenge. She had never forgotten, after my first full week bondage, that Pascale tied her in my cage for 24 hours. She took her revenge, being the official assistant of Catherine, and she whipped her, had her lick her, teased her with sweaters, etc.

I also heard and saw sometimes that Pascale is now following a dog training. As Chantal has left, it is either Catherine, Véronique, or Anne-Sophie who are doing this.

As a summery, Pascale has changed since the beginning. She is much more accepting her new status, she is more obeying, and also asks for sweaters over her body.

What will happen after the 3 months? I suppose Pascale would be enough enslaved to let her go out and start her new teaching position. I guess that Catherine is fighting against the clock as she knows she has 3 month to complete her "coup d'Etat". After this, I have no clue. But Catherine promised me that the next months will be quite hard, for both of us... to be followed!

She is kind of accepting her new status, she realises she has no choice. She should have done it before, to avoid all these bad times. She didn’t know at all what the future would be. We could talk for hours, before Anne-Sophie came to feed us and to gag us over the unfolded collars for the night.

As I said in my previous message, Catherine considers me definitely as her slave, and is more and more demanding. With the new season coming, she has bought new sweaters but gives them with parsimony to me to tease me even more. Needless to say that my sexual satisfaction is almost down to zero, as Catherine is not the kind of Mistress who lets their slaves cum. She loves orgasm denials however, and slow masturbations that make me crazy. When I don’t have to lick her, I can spend hours, days, weeks covered with layers of wool.

I could understand from Catherine and Anne-Sophie that another step in the slavery would come soon. Something that would bring me to what she calls a “total” slavery status, something not imaginable for the common slave. This would be a kind of final test.

One day, Pascale and I were bound on two crosses standing in a room, while Catherine was playing with the tip of a whip on our sexes. She was naked but her white cardigan with the zipper half open. Anne-Sophie was standing in the rear of the room as a bodyguard. Several girls came to assist Catherine, I was even surprised how sadistic Véronique could be with her elder sister. Even her other friends had understood that it would be better for them to be on Catherine’s side than Pascale’s, and Catherine B., Emeraude, and Christelle were also very demanding towards both of us.

After a while, all girls left the room, and we were standing on our crosses, alone. After hours, the door opened, and a white cloud came into the room. I couldn’t recognise this girl, as she was all covered with white angora, there was just a very small opening for the eyes. She took a rod covered with very fine needles, and carefully took my balls with one hand before touching them with the rod. Needless to say I tried to shout through my gag, and she did it several times before doing the same to Pascale’s vagina. She finally left the room and left us alone. Who was she? I had no clue!

After hours, the door opened again, and perhaps the same girl, but this time totally covered with white angora, approached again. She had to see through the knitting as all her face was covered with wool, with no opening at all. She took again our sexes and used all kinds of torture devices on them. And she left again the room.

The third time, she came into the room, but accompanied by two other girls. All three were still covered with wool, the second one all in pink from head to toe, and the third one with white mohair. The pink girl took my balls away from my p… that the white mohair held easily accessible to the diabolic hands of the white angora girl. They left again the room, and came back after a while. The angora girl entered first, but this time she was easily recognisable, as she had removed her balaclava. I suddenly remembered her, and it could be only her: Ariane!

I already spoke about her in my previous stories. Ariane was also a classmate, a top beauty! Also more than 20 years had passed since then. Ariane was the most beautiful but also the most sadistic girl at school. She sometimes helped Catherine to educate me, and the souvenirs I still have of my slave situations with her are still very alive. She hadn’t really changed. At the time, she had blonde hair, cut like Purdey (Johanna Lumley) in The Avengers, with less volume. Her make-ups were always rather exaggerated, it could have been ridiculous on other girl faces, but on hers, it was perfect. It was not the typical “Lolita” type of make-up, but the true teenager one. It just enhanced her beauty, her eyes sometimes hidden by the falling blonde hair, her nose, her chin. Everything was perfect on her. She had a very nice silhouette, a gorgeous body. I can’t tell you about the aspect of her breasts, as her particularity was that she was maybe the only Mistress who never showed me any of her nudity. When I had to lick her, it was always under a sweater or a dress, and therefore I had never had a clear vision of her body.

She never smiled, which increased her severe aspect. With Catherine for instance, when I had licked her well, she had a very nice and protective smile in which I could see I had done a good job. With Ariane, nothing at all. It was a way always to try better. But licking Ariane was not the main topic: she much preferred to torture me. When I had licked her, she never had any orgasm! Even when my tongue touched her pussy, she had no reaction. Either she was frigid, or she had a tremendous self-control!

She always made me think about her being a top model walking on a catwalk, with the same allure, the same face, the same look and especially the same absence of smile.

At that time, she had a large collection of sweaters. She had very strict cashmere ones with very high but strict collars, she also had thicker woollen sweaters, mainly in marine blue, red and white. She also had a very fantastic pink woollen sweater with a very high cowlneck, and finally, she had a very soft snow-white angora sweater, very long, with a huge huge huge cowlneck. She liked to tease me with these sweaters, and to put them all on me, one by one, to have so many layers of these tight sweaters that I could barely move or breathe. For her strict sweaters, she always choosed sweaters with one size smaller than hers to be sure her body would be nicely shaped through them. But for her wide ones, she took them as large and fluffy as possible. She had a kind of dress code, which she never explained to me, but which I had to discover myself: when she was in a good mood, she had the thicker woollen sweaters. When she wanted to torture men she always had a very soft and tight marine blue sweater with a very long collar that she folded three times. When she finally was in a bad mood, she wanted to tease me as much as possible and she wore her extravagant white angora sweater. This was the only sweater I had never been authorised to try, a bit like Pascale with her white angora sweater before I saved her from the rebellion of Robert.

Ariane had two sisters, Angélique and Solange. Ariane quickly learnt them how to dominate me. Solange was the youngest, and Angélique only one year younger than Ariane. They were not twins, but they could have been! They had such similarities between themselves, it was sometimes hard to distinguish from far Ariane and Angélique. Solange had more natural curly hair, but still the same face. Angélique was already Ariane’s assistant during schooltimes. Solange was too young, but eager to learn. But my first week-end spent at their home more than 20 years ago was quite a revelation. Dominance was inherited from the family. Ariane’s mother already dominated her husband, and they had all the necessary equipment at home. The mother even helped her daughters and advised them about how to deal with me!

Angélique loved to wear pink and white, and I guessed that she was the pink-covered girl who came some hours before. Solange loved white thick mohair sweaters, and it was logical she would be the third. Of course, Pascale didn’t know them, and she was still wondering who they were. It we were to spend some time with Ariane, I think it will be the highest peak in female dominance and in wool fetishism. As I said before, with Catherine, the slave knew if he had done the job right or not. With someone as Catherine H., the slave already knows that she hates the salve and is a real sadistic. But with Ariane, nothing tells the slave if he can do better, if he is right or wrong, and automatically he tries to do better and better. It is this total cold behaviour, the absence of feelings, the absence of orgasms that can be very destabilising.

Ariane was staring at us, and she was wearing the most wonderful sweater I had never seen in my life. The same as her snow white angora sweater of before, but with longer arms, and a longer collar. Later, she explained me she needed to fold it six times to wear it normally. When going out, she folded it only three times and it could hide the whole face. It was so fuzzy, she was like a white cloud in front of me. She had also white angora trousers, and knee high black leather boots. Her hands also had white angora mittens.

The door opened, and the pink and white girls entered. They also had unhidden their faces, and Angélique and Solange approached. Like Ariane, they hadn’t changed a lot, always so beautiful! Just after, Catherine came in and closed the door. She was looking again with her triumphant attitude. She checked the results of their tortures on our genital parts, made some remarks that she was impressed, and started to talk to us…

- Pascale, to be sure you will be even more obeying, you have already gone through several testings: the horse stable, Chantal, myself, your sister Véronique, your former friends. I thought it would be good to have you spend some time with Ariane. She is the worst of all. They all look angels, but they are surprising… And Bill, it is always good for you to endure some additional education. I think that one month or so with Ariane can only be good for you.

She spoke to Ariane:

- Ariane, you are the boss from now on. Make good slaves of them. Especially Pascale, who had to be ready before she starts working again.

Ariane didn’t talk. She never talked a lot, and preferred to remain silent, adding to her cold attitudes to create a whole aura of mystery around her. Nobody really knew if she ever had boy-friends, what were her hobbies, how she had fun, even during schooltime. All I knew she was in domination the worst moral breaker on the planet. I had already experimented the fact that being slave under her control made you lose all the last self-pride a man could have. She perfectly knew when to act or not to act, what to say or not to make you totally down.

Catherine left the room, and Ariane quickly asked Angélique to make us ready. Pascale was removed from the cross first, and she disappeared. I have only seen her three times since Ariane’s take-over. Solange, removed me from the cross to bring me in another room, my hands tied in handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. My feet were also tied in steel rings on the ground. She didn’t gag me, and I had to wait.

After a very long time, Ariane came into the room. She had changed into her favourite marine blue cashmere turtleneck sweater. The collar was so high, the sweater shaped her body so well, the contrast with her blonde hair and her wonderful make-up was enhanced by the darkness of her sweater. She was wearing marine blue trousers, and black leather boots over it. She approached, having a whip in her hand. Just the fact of seeing her, of knowing that THE Ariane would spend sometime, would give me the honour to spend some time to educate me made me ejaculate instantly. Ariane looked at my dripping p…, and said:

- Wow, that’s a long time for you. I hope you’ll be able to avoid such orgasms in the future, because that’s not the purpose of the whole thing. You are here to suffer and to be humiliated, and I won’t go into any sexual satisfaction. Is it clear?

- Yes, Mistress.

She played a long time with the tip of her whip by passing around my genital parts, and she finally gagged me with a long pink scarf.

I won’t go into many details as wool bondage was not always included in my training sessions. Ariane loves to tease me with her sweaters, but I can barely put them on. Especially the snow white angora one which is totally banned.

Her sisters also play an active part in the games. They are both Ariane’s assistants, and they replace the roles of Sylvie and Anne-Sophie. This means that Anne-Sophie is also not anymore aware of what is happening to me, and she asks full of questions when we drive to the hotel in the morning. It is a totally new world, with other girls, other sweaters, no smiles, no compliments, absolute beauties.

I have no idea of what is happening to Pascale. I sometimes hear loud shouts, but that’s all. Normally, Ariane is finishing her vacation and should leave the manor within a week.

Ariane told me it was her last day at the manor, and that I had to lick for the last time her black leather boots. She was comfortably sitting in a chair, and I was kneeling, already starting to lick. She was wearing her incredible white angora sweater, that she had never let me try. Angélique, all dressed in pink, had high heels leather boots, and started fucking my ass with the tip of the heel of one of the boots. When the heel entered by ass hole, I couldn’t help a shout, which was quickly brought to silence as Ariane put the end of her right boot into my mouth.

- Go on licking instead of shouting. Come on!

When her boots were shiny, she stood up, followed by her sisters and left the room without saying a word. Shortly after, Anne-Sophie entered the room to bring me back into the hands of Catherine. After a month, I found back my cellar, and the well-known premises of the apartments of Catherine. Pascale was brought somewhere else by her sister Véronique, still wearing her nice angora brown cowlneck sweater.

After a long time, while I was waiting, tied on my bed, Catherine came into my prison and sat beside me. She was as beautiful as ever, with her white angora sweater, over it the mohair dark blue cardigan, and over it a very long purple woollen coat. She played a bit with my p… and started talking, making the final summary of my month with Ariane.

- Mistress Ariane and her sisters just said me goodbye. They were very satisfied with your behaviour, and they also met their objectives with Pascale. I was very happy to assess the progress that Pascale did, how she improved in obeying me. I just saw her and she didn’t show any king of resistance. Just what I wanted. Ariane did a good job. I couldn’t do the same, I am much too nice with my slaves and have too much mercy.

That’s what she thought…

- If Pascale proves to be a good slave, I will be able to let her go out soon. She has to start her job in a few weeks. That’s nice, isn’t it? You will be all mine, my slave fully dedicated to me, and Pascale won’t have any more rights on you. I will be your sole Mistress. Are you happy with that?

- Yes, Mistress, I lied.

- Really? Would you like to be my slave and not any more Pascale’s? Would you like to obey me and only me? Don’t forget it is a big decision. Are you sure?

She saw my hesitation, and I didn’t know how to answer. If I lied, I was betraying Pascale, and if I said the truth, I would be tortured even more by Catherine. But was it really the truth? Didn’t I secretly wished to be the property of Catherine? As I said before, I was also crazily in love with Catherine. I could also be in love with Ariane… It was quite a dilemma. I dared a question:

- Mistress Catherine, what if I said I preferred to be the slave of Pascale?

- I would torture you again. It would be the proof you were not educated enough. Is this what you think?

- No, Mistress, in fact, I don’t know anymore what I want.

- You will have to think about it. But very soon I will need the answer.

She left the room and let me alone, before Estelle and Catherine B. came in to play with me. I had time to think about our discussion. I had no choice. Pascale was a lost hope, Catherine had all the power, and I had to follow the power.

The big thing happened this week: Pascale and I were tied in the same cellar, as it often happened. In order to save time, and maybe to humiliate even more Pascale, the education sessions were made together. She was on her bed and I was again on a cross. We were not gagged so we could talk. Pascale had really changed, she told me some details about the month spent with Ariane. She recognised she had changed, but she also said she would take her revenge one day. She started to struggle again by pulling on the scarves that tied her, and I said again it was worthless trying to resist. Poor Pascale, she still had hope in such a desperate situation! I tried to convince her of the opposite, and suddenly, to my biggest surprise, she managed to get her hand out of the right scarf! I looked with astonishment, but told her that she’d batter give up, that the door was locked, that the girls had the key, and even if she would get out of the room, she would never pass the gate of the property. She ordered me to shut up, and lied again on her bed, doing as if her hand was still tied. She was obviously waiting for the next opportunity when the door would be open. What should I do? Help Catherine by telling her that Pascale should be tied again? Help Pascale by saying nothing and hope she would be able to escape? I had to think quickly: time was short. If I would tell Catherine, I would betray Pascale, and what would be the consequences? If I would shut up, I would betray Catherine and be loyal to Pascale?

I stop the story here by asking my fellow readers: what would you do in that case?

- I am sorry to speak even if you didn’t allow it, Mistress. But Pascale has managed to get free.

Catherine looked barely surprised, and looked at Pascale, and after at me. She approached the bed where Pascale was lying, and quietly helped her to stand up. Catherine had a strange smile, Pascale looked somewhat strange. Catherine spoke to Pascale:
- Now you know the final answer. You see that Bill has become my true slave.

- Yes, I can see this. Pascale quietly went to the cupboard and took out her sweaters before putting them on.

- Was it not too hard?

- Well, yes and no. It was interesting.

I was puzzled. I didn’t know exactly what was happening, but soon I realised I had been the victim of a coup monté. All this was a theatre play: Pascale being Catherine’s prisoner, etc. Catherine had a more and more triumphant look, and they were both standing in front of me. Catherine finally started to explain the whole thing:

- Well, Bill, you have just had your final exam. If you passed it or not, it is you to decide. I will explain the whole to you: Pascale and I agreed last summer that it would be interesting to see how your year in Luxembourg would have affected your slaveness. But Pascale was also eager to live what you were enduring. So, we agreed to reverse the roles and that she would become a slave, just to see and live on the other side of the barrier. Now, Pascale will be free again, after this new experience.

I didn’t know what to say, and Pascale said:

- I indeed wanted to see how this life was, and to whom you were the most loyal. You were really sweet while trying to convince me to obey the others. I am happy to have lived this, but now it is time to get back on the good side, at least for me.

Catherine continued:

- I am honoured that you preferred to tell me than to help her. Really! Now, I leave you alone until tomorrow. Someone will come to make you ready for the night.

They left the room, leaving me alone. After an hour, Anne-Sophie came to feed me, but didn’t remove me from the cross. She put a balaclava, a gag, another balaclava and left me for the night. I was trying to think what had happened. For all these months, I had been stupidly believing that Pascale was a real slave. I was furious about being so naive. They had really got me.

The day after, Catherine B. entered the room and removed my balaclavas and gag. After giving me breakfast, she untied me from the cross and I had to lick her and she played with me for some time. Finally, I was tied again on the cross, this time gagged and hooded. There was just a small opening at the eyes enabling me to see.

During the afternoon, Catherine and Pascale entered the room. Catherine was majestuous in a white angora cape over her favourite grey sweater. Pascale was dressed in her favourite white angora sweater, the one that was forbidden to me for a long time. She looked sad, while Catherine still had her triumphant look. I noticed that Pascale had her suitcase with her. She was dressed as if she was leaving the manor.

Catherine stood behind, while Pascale came close to me. She touched carefully my penis with her gloved hand, and spoke:

- You gave the answer yesterday: you prefer Catherine to me. You consider her to be The Mistress, so I don’t have anything more to do here in the Manor. I am OK with your decision, and that’s why I have decided to leave the place and to let you continue serving her. It makes me sad, but you have chosen, you were free to do it. It is maybe the only freedom you have today.

I must have looked sad and surprised. I wanted to talk, but the gag was there. She continued:

- I think it is the last time that we see eachother. I am not planning to come back and pay visits to my friend Catherine. So, be a good slave with her. Try to obey her even better. Always think you can do better, never assume you have reached a perfect level of slaveness. Also keep in mind that despite all your hopes, you will never be able to come to the same level as Catherine. That’s why the only common language between you will be wool and pain. So, everytime she will torture you, think that she is talking to you. And she is awaiting a response. Torture will be your best common dialogue. Everytime she will invest time to educate you, consider this as a honour and a mark of love, and thank her for this.

I started to have tears in my eyes. Pascale started to masturbate me for the last time, and quickly I ejaculated.

- This is your last sperm sacrifice to me. I wish you all the best, and I say you good bye.

Pascale also has tears in her eyes. She was so wonderful in her white angora. She turned back and went towards Catherine. She said to her:

- Take care of him, but not too much.

She gave three kisses, took her suitcase and left the room. Catherine followed her, before coming back. She approached, took my p… between her fingers, and said:

- Looks like you are all alone now. Now, you are totally mine. I am sure we are going to have a lot of fun together for the 50 coming years, at least me…

Today, life routine goes on. Hotel, manor, that’s it. I have very limited access to the internet, and Catherine even threatened me to have me leaving my job so that I could be her slave 24 hours a day. But she is much too happy to receive my salary. I still think a lot of Pascale, still have a hope. Which hope, I don’t know. Oops, I have to stop now. Anne-Sophie has just told me it is time to go home, for another endless night tied in layers of wool.

I don't know when, or if, you'll get to read this. I fear you will now be lost for good as Catherine's slave. What a strange destiny. Things have come full circle. Catherine first wove her spell over you at school, and your whole relationship with Pascale now seems to have been merely leading up to the moment when she would deliver you back to your true mistress. I'm afraid I can't feel too sorry for Pascale; after all, it was she who decided to play with fire from the moment she brought Catherine back into your life, and she relinquished her husband without much remorse. I should think she has some other lover waiting for her.

Catherine owns you now, and you will spend the rest of your life as her slave, I suppose. What will happen to you if you can no longer earn for your keep, or get too old? I dread to think. It's a hard path, and I know I could not adapt to the violence of her methods (I just love the wool and the bondage - I don't go with torture), but I hope you are satisfied to have arrived at such a manifestation of your fantasies.

It's a long way from when you would perform self-bondage with your electronically timed lock. That evening when Pascale discovered you trapped on your bed and extended the timer setting by several hours was the moment you lost control of your life. It's been an exciting ride, and I feel priveleged to have been able to have watched it. If you ever feel like expressing your thoughts about your situation to someone, please feel free to email me. I don't know how isolated you feel now. I hope you can still confide in Anne-Sophie, if she hasn't turned too completely into an acolyte of Catherine's.

This all sounds so final, like an ending. Of course it isn't, but perhaps for we who have been reading your exploits, it is. Good luck, if we don't hear from you her on the Soft and Woolly Bondage Board.

All the best,

I don't know when, or if, you'll get to read this. I fear you will now be lost for good as Catherine's slave. What a strange destiny. Things have come full circle. Catherine first wove her spell over you at school, and your whole relationship with Pascale now seems to have been merely leading up to the moment when she would deliver you back to your true mistress. I'm afraid I can't feel too sorry for Pascale; after all, it was she who decided to play with fire from the moment she brought Catherine back into your life, and she relinquished her husband without much remorse. I should think she has some other lover waiting for her.

Catherine owns you now, and you will spend the rest of your life as her slave, I suppose. What will happen to you if you can no longer earn for your keep, or get too old? I dread to think. It's a hard path, and I know I could not adapt to the violence of her methods (I just love the wool and the bondage - I don't go with torture), but I hope you are satisfied to have arrived at such a manifestation of your fantasies.

It's a long way from when you would perform self-bondage with your electronically timed lock. That evening when Pascale discovered you trapped on your bed and extended the timer setting by several hours was the moment you lost control of your life. It's been an exciting ride, and I feel priveleged to have been able to have watched it. If you ever feel like expressing your thoughts about your situation to someone, please feel free to email me. I don't know how isolated you feel now. I hope you can still confide in Anne-Sophie, if she hasn't turned too completely into an acolyte of Catherine's.

This all sounds so final, like an ending. Of course it isn't, but perhaps for we who have been reading your exploits, it is. Good luck, if we don't hear from you her on the Soft and Woolly Bondage Board.

All the best,

Life here since the departure of Pascale follows the ryhtm of bondage, slavery, work and some sleep. For the moment, I have almost no sexual rewards, as Catherine is not so much interested in this. The day after Pascale left, she came and had a speech which was quite clear:
- I own you, totally. You are here for the rest for your life, don't even think about any possible freedom. But now some things will change: we will never make love together, and the maximum you can expect from me are the possibility to try my sweaters. However, for the simple health of your body, I will masturbate you once a month. You'd better ejaculate quickly, as I won't spend hours on this. If you don't ejaculate within the time, you can wait another month! You will still go to work, as I need you salary. Anne-Sophie will always have a close look on what you are doing. Never forget that she has a terrible whip, and she knows how to use it.

Youwill live only for a single purpose: make me happy. You must obey me without any exception, give me many orgasms, and satisfy me fully. If I am happy, you will have one or more sweaters.

From now on, you will never have to worry again about classical worries. You even don't have anymore to think about eating, drinking, having a house, all this is already settled.

This was her speech. Since then, Catherine uses and abuses me, she loves playing withmy penis by making slow masturbations, I have more and more layers of wool over me with the winter coming, and Anne-Sophie is checking more and more what I am doing at work. She also limits the use of the internet, which I can only use at the hotel. Finally, I can still continue using it, and as Pascale still wishes to know what is happening, I have still to use her e-mail address as a contact point. Up to her to decide whether she forwards the mails or not.

Am I happy? I don't know. On one side, I am terribly happy to belong to Catherine, as this girl totally fascinates me! On the other side, I needed some time to realise that Pascale would never be back. No more love, sex and complicity together. I am often wondering what is happening in Switzerland, our friends, our house. I also never saw again Véronique, Catherine B. and Estelle. Anne-Sophie is the only girl who became loyal to Catherine.

Anne-Sophie is indeed the only person to whom I can talk about my feelings. As long as I am a good slave, she still has her charming shy smile and behaviour. But I'd better not disobey, as she immediately becomes dominant.

Oompah, you opened my eyes on one thing: I never imagined that Pascale would have a lover. But it is evident that after one year alone, she probably has one. This gives me even less hope of seeing her back.

I don't see the future, but Catherine made it clear there is no future, no project to make. I just have to live with that, and follow the rules. Fortunately, to create some variety, the other Mistresses working in Catherine's manor are often playing with me.

Two days ago, for the first time, I had some outside activity. It was unreal, but I consider this as a mark of trust from Catherine. As I said a long time ago, the horse stables are closed from 1st december to 28th February every year, due to the cold weather. before, Catherine had to refuse the "week-end" slaves, and to reduce her activity during the winter. Many Mistresses had to go home and find another activity. This year, she had the 2nd basement of the manor totally refurbished, and the stables are moved for the winter in this basement level.

So, on Saturday morning, Catherine told me I had to assist the girls into moving the "horses" from the stable to the basement. It is not an easy thing, as 65 visitors alreay came on Friday night to spend the first night in the stables with Shelina, Yuko, Morgane and Husseina. On Saturday, we had to put one by one each slave into a cage. After this all the cages were put on a horse trolley, and moved to the manor. After this, through a side door and a ramp, all cages were moved to the basement. The final step was to put each slave on the horse rack, exactly the same as the one in the stable. Such work is easy, but needs a lot of security, to avoid any rebellion.

I thought I would have to pull the trolley a s a horse, as I did before, but to my surprise, I had to untie the prisonners, tie them again into the cages, etc. The same tasks as the Mistresses. I was indirectly dominating the other slaves. I was even dressed like the Mistresses: I had sweaters, trousers, leather boots, even a whip just in case. But to avoid the possibility of communicating with the prisonners, I had also a gag in my mouth, and over it a tight and thick balaclava.

The transfer of prisonners took the whole day. After this, I helped Morgane and Shelina to close the stables for the cold season.

The same evening, I was back in the appartment of Catherine, and she told me she was very proud of me, that the other Mistresses appreciated my cooperation, and that if I was a good slave, other opportunities would arise. At least, this gave me another vision of the Kingdom of Catherine.

That's it for now. As you can see, nothing really exciting, a very strange situation. It is the first time that I really feel I am totally the property of a Mistress, and it is very strange. I am slowly getting used to the idea, but it is not easy.

I will keep you posted as soon as something new happens. Anne-Sophie is already making signs since 5 minutes to stop writing.

Sorry, came into Bill's Saga late. Where are the earlier posts?

Thanks