True slavery is not for everyone, but for some it is a treasured escape. Experience the harsh, unforgiving company of one, two, or as many mistresses as you think you can handle. The order of Indomitus estate is a sprawling BDSM paradise in the heart of South Florida, and kinky, unspeakable things, happen there all the time.
As I write this I am mentally preparing for the feast I will be blessed with on my next journey there in a few short days. Those who have booked their exclusive slavery experience with myself, and Mistress Michelle and I together, are in for a treat. One single slave serving two women is challenging enough without the added intensity of our voracious appetites for adventure right now. You may be rubbing feet for a while, you may be pulling pony carts, and you may be on full time leaf fanning duty in the florida sun, and those are only three exciting options. A three day experience can be packed full of mind blowing kink. Unlike events with lots of people, solo experiences are streamlined and efficient, opening up all kinds of opportunities for fun.
Come a shivering lump of flesh, leave a polished slave worthy of the soles of my boots. Slavery weekends are packed with educational bits that will improve your overall worth as a submissive in the scene and in your personal BDSM escapades.
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Only 33 wee hours separate us from the long awaited Mistress Dinner. We are all sharpening our claws for the tender slave feast which awaits. I imagine it will go something like this:
Upon arrival the slaves will be stripped of their clothing and privilege, examined for physical integrity, and groped for approval before being granted their collar, and number. They will be taught strict slave commands which they must demonstrate flawless understanding of. Once properly introduced, they may clean themselves to standard and begin setting the table for the Priestesses.
The slaves eat on the floor, naked. If they should make themselves privileged, perhaps near their favorite Priestess. Upon completion of the meal, there will be a moment of pause for the purpose of tidying up, and serving with foot massages while the ladies digest over light libations.
Soon enough, the caffeine coursing through Our veins will awaken the kinky beasts inside of Us and We will drag the meat-cicles to the dungeon. Or perhaps ride them like tiny steads of subordination. Never the less, the evening will conclude in a festive display of Female Supremacy and Sadomasochism. Cries of bittersweet devotion will pierce the chilly night sky, frightening the squirrel inhabitants of the otherwise vacant land surrounding the Temple of The Order of Indomitus.