A Date in Barcelona

Mistress, would you be able to meet me in Barcelona for a trip?

Those are the magic words that truly excite Me... a special getaway to the sunshine where I'll be pampered and attended to. I adore escaping the UK whenever I can to enjoy the better weather and immerse myself in both new and familiar cultures. I hadn't been to Barcelona yet, so it was an enticing prospect. This journey was with a new sub, someone who had admired Me from a distance and finally had the chance to add some excitement to his business trip.

Once I approved the hotel—I'm quite particular about where I stay. I seek out beautiful places with a view where I can feel like royalty. Interestingly, I've visited other branches of this hotel chain in different parts of the world, and they weren't nearly as luxurious. When I travel for a short trip, I always arrive at least a day in advance to relax and settle in. This allows me to familiarize myself with my temporary playground and devise delightful plans to tease my subject. I relish the thrill of gliding through the hotel corridors, an electric anticipation coursing through my veins. Nobody here has a clue about my true intentions, the sinister tools nestled in my suitcase poised to elicit agonizing gasps. I am the picture of innocence, a mere traveller with a man in tow, oblivious to the storm about to unfold. A very well dressed traveller at that....!

Depending on my familiarity with someone, I assign them chores, which sometimes includes unpacking and organizing the toys I bring along. However, this time, I wanted to arrange everything myself. My sub was there to honor his Goddess, even if it was just for the day. Despite having limited time, I never seem to exhaust all my mischievous plans. I enjoy setting out my tools and seeing how I can transform ordinary furniture into bondage art. I especially relish having someone bound and pleading for me, leaking in pink panties.

The most entertaining part of this trip happened the following day. While with my sub, his sole task was to become the perfect human ashtray as he lay beneath my feet. Our suite was on the 4th floor, but it had a charming corner balcony. I went out to relax on the lounger, with him at my feet, eagerly accepting the hot ash into his mouth. Surely, no one could see us, right? It wasn't until the next day, when I visited the rooftop pool to relax and sunbathe before my evening flight, that I realized I could see right down into our balcony! How delightful that someone might have witnessed his dedication to serving his Mistress. It's a good reminder for future discretion.

I departed feeling joyful, brimming with naughty memories and sunshine, while my slave left with a pair of my panties to cherish and his own share of naughty memories... and probably a need for some chewing gum!