With the Queen in Köln
Sunday 8:15, i called Madame Sarka asking Her if We/we can talk, and proposed meeting next weekend, i was jumping full of joy when She said yes “I’ll be there between 6 and 7pm”. i couldn’t stop thinking about Madame Sarka the whole week and all my moves, and plans were centered around Her comfort and satisfaction. i also noticed that Madame Sarka announced the trip on the website, so i made sure to reserve a convenient spacious room that Madame can use for training other slaves.
We/we arrived to the hotel almost at the same time; as always I greeted my queen, kissed her feet and presented my gifts which i hoped She liked, and then We/we went for dinner.
i’m always proud to have Madame Sarka select for me, and i feel so happy especially that She usually shares part of my plate. We/ we had a very honest and long discussion, looking into her eyes, listening to her words, and anticipating her moves, stressed the feeling of pride and honor to be a slave for the greatest lady on earth, the true queen Madame Sarka.
In the room She looked at me with that sweet sadistic smile and said “i know where you are going to sleep”, i was ordered to carry Her shoes in my mouth and go to the small cloths and shoes room next to the bed room, where i found a pillow and a cover, that was very kind of Madame Sarka, I expected a very good sleep, even after Her Majesty tied my legs with a rope “new sleeping position” that will get more difficult in the morning when Madame Sarka tied my hands and legs together. Madame Sarka, opened and closed the door several times to tease me, before She went to bed. At around 5am, Madame Sarka went to the bathroom, I wished She will pass by my bedroom, I thought of making some noise, to bark, to move the shoes….so She can feel my need for Her, but then i decided not to make any noise, not to bother Her, maybe She is sleepy or tired, and I tried not to move at all, so She can sleep in peace. To my great joy, Madame Sarka opened the door, put on the lights and asked “are you sleeping slave”, i looked up and i saw a stunning angel, so beautiful, so cute, so charming, and then saw that sadistic smile on that early morning face and She pointed to her feet. Madame Sarka looked so beautiful, no make-up, no effort at all, she just waked up and this was a true confirmation of her charming natural beauty, as soon as my lips touched her feet i cum. i was surprised how fast i cum, and off course afraid of the punishment that will follow as i’m not allowed to cum without Madame Sarka permission. The punishment was postponed till next day “yet doubled got 40 hits instead of 20, yet to be honest less than 10 were really painful”. Madame Sarka left me in my dirt, add to that that this was the first night with Madame Sarka, when She orders me to sleep without washing “like a slave”, i needed this humiliation and more, but i wasn’t sure how much i can take so i didn’t propose anything and kept it to my Queen’s decision, who knows me better than i know myself.
The next day, We/we had a long walk and visited some places in koln around the city center as well, before we went back to the hotel, where i had a great hour massaging my Queen’s legs and feet, after which We/we went to get some sandwiches and back to the hotel. i packed and left to the airport, while a lucky slave was on his way to serve Madame Sarka at the hotel.
During this training i felt, more than ever, how much i enjoy being a slave for Madame Sarka, and how much we are getting to understand each other, Madame Sarka told me that She is happy with my service, “a true honest slavery”, and that She enjoys speaking with me because i’m clever and always work to develop my self, and to learn how to serve her better. She told me that a stupid and nagging slave will never has the honor of being owned by Her. We/ we remembered couple of incidents when some stupid slaves called late at night or early in the morning, or when they call and lie that they are in Prague, and want to meet the Goddess. Madame Sarka is very smart and She knows all those games, She won’t waste Her precious time on those. The problem is that those calls make me angry and nervous, angry because i can’t accept that anybody lie and bother my great Queen, and nervous because i sometimes hear Madame Sarka shouting and i become afraid of punishment because of others mistake, but the very fair Queen, how can do whatever She wants with me, never punished me for others mistakes, for her kindness i’m always grateful.
i want to close this story telling all slaves, that Madame Sarka is the greatest person you may meet, She is very honest, and very strong, very clever and gorgeous, it is an honor to be her slave, if She is in a bad mood, just don’t bother Her, and do exactly what She wants, if you didn’t understand what She wants, tell Her and She will explain to you, maybe using the whip , if you want to deserve the honor of being Her slave, don’t be selfish, think of what make Her happy, what make Her relaxed, what make Her enjoying, and do your best to be of help at any level, this is what i try to do, and my only goal is to see Her Smile, because when She smiles the world is mine.
Madame Sarka’s Argo
We/we arrived to the hotel almost at the same time; as always I greeted my queen, kissed her feet and presented my gifts which i hoped She liked, and then We/we went for dinner.
i’m always proud to have Madame Sarka select for me, and i feel so happy especially that She usually shares part of my plate. We/ we had a very honest and long discussion, looking into her eyes, listening to her words, and anticipating her moves, stressed the feeling of pride and honor to be a slave for the greatest lady on earth, the true queen Madame Sarka.
In the room She looked at me with that sweet sadistic smile and said “i know where you are going to sleep”, i was ordered to carry Her shoes in my mouth and go to the small cloths and shoes room next to the bed room, where i found a pillow and a cover, that was very kind of Madame Sarka, I expected a very good sleep, even after Her Majesty tied my legs with a rope “new sleeping position” that will get more difficult in the morning when Madame Sarka tied my hands and legs together. Madame Sarka, opened and closed the door several times to tease me, before She went to bed. At around 5am, Madame Sarka went to the bathroom, I wished She will pass by my bedroom, I thought of making some noise, to bark, to move the shoes….so She can feel my need for Her, but then i decided not to make any noise, not to bother Her, maybe She is sleepy or tired, and I tried not to move at all, so She can sleep in peace. To my great joy, Madame Sarka opened the door, put on the lights and asked “are you sleeping slave”, i looked up and i saw a stunning angel, so beautiful, so cute, so charming, and then saw that sadistic smile on that early morning face and She pointed to her feet. Madame Sarka looked so beautiful, no make-up, no effort at all, she just waked up and this was a true confirmation of her charming natural beauty, as soon as my lips touched her feet i cum. i was surprised how fast i cum, and off course afraid of the punishment that will follow as i’m not allowed to cum without Madame Sarka permission. The punishment was postponed till next day “yet doubled got 40 hits instead of 20, yet to be honest less than 10 were really painful”. Madame Sarka left me in my dirt, add to that that this was the first night with Madame Sarka, when She orders me to sleep without washing “like a slave”, i needed this humiliation and more, but i wasn’t sure how much i can take so i didn’t propose anything and kept it to my Queen’s decision, who knows me better than i know myself.
The next day, We/we had a long walk and visited some places in koln around the city center as well, before we went back to the hotel, where i had a great hour massaging my Queen’s legs and feet, after which We/we went to get some sandwiches and back to the hotel. i packed and left to the airport, while a lucky slave was on his way to serve Madame Sarka at the hotel.
During this training i felt, more than ever, how much i enjoy being a slave for Madame Sarka, and how much we are getting to understand each other, Madame Sarka told me that She is happy with my service, “a true honest slavery”, and that She enjoys speaking with me because i’m clever and always work to develop my self, and to learn how to serve her better. She told me that a stupid and nagging slave will never has the honor of being owned by Her. We/ we remembered couple of incidents when some stupid slaves called late at night or early in the morning, or when they call and lie that they are in Prague, and want to meet the Goddess. Madame Sarka is very smart and She knows all those games, She won’t waste Her precious time on those. The problem is that those calls make me angry and nervous, angry because i can’t accept that anybody lie and bother my great Queen, and nervous because i sometimes hear Madame Sarka shouting and i become afraid of punishment because of others mistake, but the very fair Queen, how can do whatever She wants with me, never punished me for others mistakes, for her kindness i’m always grateful.
i want to close this story telling all slaves, that Madame Sarka is the greatest person you may meet, She is very honest, and very strong, very clever and gorgeous, it is an honor to be her slave, if She is in a bad mood, just don’t bother Her, and do exactly what She wants, if you didn’t understand what She wants, tell Her and She will explain to you, maybe using the whip , if you want to deserve the honor of being Her slave, don’t be selfish, think of what make Her happy, what make Her relaxed, what make Her enjoying, and do your best to be of help at any level, this is what i try to do, and my only goal is to see Her Smile, because when She smiles the world is mine.
Madame Sarka’s Argo
