Mistress Alice Has A New Website! (and an Update on Slavid's Social Media)

Mistress Alice has a beautiful new website, https://www.ladyblackwell.com/, which includes a gallery with amazing photos, updates on her travel plans and a recently created blog of her adventures.

I am also honored that she has arranged for a feed of posts from this blog to appear on her site.

In other social media news, I created an Instagram account a few weeks ago, under the name @slavid.nyc.  My Instagram can be found here and Mistress Alice's (@mistressalice) is here.

I also maintain (rather sporadically) a Tumblr with captioned photos at http://cuckoldhumiliation.tumblr.com/.
Unlike this blog and my Instagram which are 100% real, the captioned photos on Tumblr frequently contain elements of fantasy and exaggeration  -- they provide a glimpse at my id rather an accurate chronicle of my life.  (Although the captions marked #real are based on real events.) 

Bring Out The Gimp . . .

I tried on my Halloween costume early at Mistress Alice's apartment tonight - a full gimp outfit with a leather straitjacket, faux leather pants and a leather hood with lockable blindfold and gag.  With the straitjacket and hood on I am really am quite vulnerable and helpless.

To preview the costume, Mistress Alice had me walk down the hallway of her large Brooklyn loft building past an open apartment doorway where I would be noticed.  After lingering in front of the open doorway for a moment, I started walking away, but someone called out, "Hey weirdo, come back . . ."  So I turned around and a friendly couple came out to greet me and enjoy my costume.

Despite it being only October 20, they had a bowl of fun-size candies ready and offered me one, assuming that I was trick or treating, I guess.  I accepted but then, because I can't use my arms in the straitjacket, the woman had to unwrap the candy and feed it to me through the mouth hole in the mask.  It was a nice moment. 

Truffled Mac & Cheese Flung onto the Sidewalk

At the conclusion of a three-day period of making me find my meals in trashcans (see here), Mistress Alice checked in with me.  Because she is a humanitarian at heart, Mistress Alice informed me that she was meeting a man for dinner tonight, they planned to eat outside, and she would be willing to throw me some scraps of food if I came by. 

While I had already scavenged a pretty nice meal for myself, I readily agreed to Mistress Alice's generous offer.  Mistress Alice and her date were eating at a romantic restaurant just east of Union Square in Manhattan.  They were taking advantage of the unseasonably warm October night to dine al fresco at one of three small tables adjacent to the sidewalk. 

I took the train to Union Square, walked by the restaurant and made eye contact with Mistress Alice, and loitered for a moment on the sidewalk near her table.  Without a word, Mistress Alice flung some of the truffled mac and cheese from her plate on to the sidewalk in front of me.  I quickly scrabbled over to the food, picked it off the ground, and ate it with my fingers.  It was creamy and delicious.  

Mistress Alice then threw another spoonful of the pasta at me, as well as a piece of bread.  I again got down on my knees, picked the pasta off the sidewalk with my fingers and jammed it in my mouth.  It was the type of mac and cheese with large pieces of pasta, so it was easy to pick up and eat with my fingers.  (I later learned that Mistress Alice had specifically selected that entree for ease of throwing to me, rejecting short ribs as too messy and risotto as too small to pick up by hand, so I know how thoughtful she is.)  I got so much food in my mouth I needed to stand a few feet away and chew my food for a minute.

It is hard to explain just how much I adored this.  Part of it was the deep humiliation of being thrown scraps of food on a busy Manhattan street while my Mistress enjoyed a wonderful meal seated at the table.  But more than anything it was the expression on Mistress Alice's face as she threw the food at me:  both gleeful and disdainful at the same time; a powerful combination of sadism, irony, and humor.  

Once I had finished chewing the food, I thanked Mistress Alice profusely and walked away to let her continue her meal with only a minimal interruption.  As I walked back to the subway, I ate the bread that she had thrown and thought about how lucky I am.                

I Eat Garbage For Three Days to Learn a Valuable Lesson

I was careless with Mistress Alice's money.

On Saturday night, I was horny after about three weeks in chastity and I whined a little to Mistress Alice.  She graciously gave me permission to "get my rocks off" as long as I did it on Chaturbate where some other guys could watch me.  I did so, but unfortunately while I was on that site I fell into some old, bad habits (of spending money on cam girls) and I spent $225 in tips to other women and transwomen as I masturbated on Saturday night and early Sunday morning (before re-affixing the chastity device on Sunday).

Foolishly spending that money meant that I had only $2 left from my weekly allowance as of Monday morning, with my payday not until Thursday.  On Monday, when I told Mistress Alice what had happened, she told me I needed to face real discipline.

She informed me that I was allowed to eat only food I found on the street or in garbage cans until my payday on Thursday.  And so began my three days of garbage scavenging in which I did not spend a single dime on food or on any other expense.  Here's what I ate:

Monday

It took some looking but at lunch time I went through multiple garbage cans in a nearby subway station and I found a small bit of thrown away Chick-fil-A sandwich that I had for my lunch in my fancy Manhattan law office.

Monday (10/16/17) - Lunch

Remnants of a Chik-fil-A sandwich from a garbage can in 

47th-50th St. Rockefeller Center subway station

For dinner I got lucky to find several items out in plain sight on my commute home from work, which I grabbed and added to my bag:

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner
Abandoned McDonald's bag and leftover vegetable soup.
Both found in 50th St. subway station

And once back in Brooklyn Heights, I went through a few more garbage cans looking for dessert:

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner, Dessert #1
Discarded apple found in trashcan outside the student dorm
on Clark Street, Brooklyn Heights

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner, Dessert #2
Crumbs from a gingerbead cake
found in my neighbor's garbage can.

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner
The full feast once it had been plated.

My experience the first day showed me that I would not starve -- at least in a garbage-plentiful spot like midtown Manhattan -- but that it did take some dedication to look in numerous garbage cans and even rummage around in them to find something useful.  Moreover, I learned my lesson as I ate the cold fries and soup and went to bed a little hungry. 

Tuesday

I got lucky the next morning and found a uneaten half of a breakfast sandwich in the small urban park right near my office building.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Breakfast
Sausage, egg & cheese sandwich and the trash can I found it in.

At lunch time I got smart and searched the garbage cans in a little food court area in the underground concourse at Rockefeller Center.  A note to freegans, the homeless or others:   the discarded food is relatively plentiful there (and the garbage cans are relatively low, making them easier to retrieve things from for a short slave, compared to the high-topped subway and street trash cans).  I found a half bagel sandwich as well as some crackers I saved for dinner.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Lunch
Salmon, cream cheese & tomato on a bagel,
from Rockefeller Center concourse garbage can

After work, I had less luck, so I made a dinner out of the unopened bag of Hale & Hearty soup crackers I found at lunch time and went to bed a little hungry.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Dinner
Hale & Hearty Soup Crackers from
Rockefeller Center concourse garbage can

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Dinner
Neatly plated.

Wednesday

On Wednesday morning I went back to the Rockefeller Center food court area and found the destroyed remains of another breakfast sandwich.

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Breakfast
Egg & bagel sandwich remnants from Rockefeller Center trash can.

For lunch, I hit the trash cans at an Au Bon Pain near my office and an adjacent urban park.  There was definitely a risk that one of my co-workers could have seen me retrieving food from the trash, but a slave needs to eat. What I found was a medley:

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Lunch
Small crumbs from a chicken sandwich from Toasties;
an eighth of a yummy chocolate muffin from Au Bon Pain
and some vegan artificial butter

For my final meal, I went back to that same park and hit the jackpot.  A large portion of food from the Halal Guys food truck, with an unopened packet of white sauce (delicious, although the pita was soggy) and a decent quantity of Chinese food.

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Dinner
Chicken, lettuce, rice & pita from Halal Guys
plus chicken & vegetables from Chinese restaurant

I learned a lot in these three days.  First, I learned that it is quite a bit of work but I could probably survive as a freegan in New York City (although I might be lacking in fresh vegetables).  Second, I learned a little bit more about how far I would go to humiliate myself for Mistress Alice.  Finally, and most importantly, I learned a valuable lesson about the importance of obeying Mistress Alice and being careful with her money and not returning to my old habits.

Mistress Alice Humiliates Me From 3,600 Miles Away

While Mistress Alice was away, enjoying herself in Paris, I innocently went to a coffee shop in my neighborhood of Brooklyn to finish reading "The Secret History of Wonder Woman" on a quiet Saturday afternoon.

I checked in at the location on Life360, the app Mistress Alice uses to track my location at all times and it caught her attention, probably because this is a location where we had played once before.

Mistress Alice requested an update on what I was doing and where I was located and I sent the photo below, take from the couch where I was sitting.

Mistress Alice immediately ordered that I buy both their drinks, pat them on the back at the same time, congratulate them and then pee myself as I leave the bar.

I explained that the place, while it does serve alcohol, has much more of a coffee shop feel and that the two women didn't appear to be together.  

But I did what I could.  I could not bring myself to touch them unsolicited, but I went up to the bar next to them (to the right of the blonde) and awkwardly put a $20 bill on the bar and said, "Excuse me, here this is for your next drinks."  The blonde, who was looking at her phone, started to respond but I just said "Please" and walked away before she could respond.

I tried to pee as I walked out of the coffee shop but my bladder is shy and it was not until I was out on the sidewalk and paused that I could pee my jeans as I deserved.

I walked the few blocks back to my home in my visibly peed-in jeans with a large noticeable dark stain near the inseam.

Mistress Alice texted "We loved it!!" indicating not just her approval but that she had clearly shared my humiliation with others, presumably a real man she was enjoying the evening with in Paris.  I enioyed the feeling that with just a few quick texts Mistress Alice could control me from thousands of miles away.

Massaging Goddess Tiamat's Feet

Through my service to Mistress Alice, I have come to know her roommate - a wonderful funny and intelligent woman with a goth style, who on this blog I will call Goddess Tiamat.

Tonight, with Mistress Alice in Amsterdam, I paid $100 for the pleasure of massaging Goddess Tiamat's feet.  She kept her socks on.  I wore a blindfold.  As I rubbed her feet, her and Mistress Alice's kittens clambered over me.

There is no doubt that this was the best moment of my week.

Public Humiliation By Venmo

Venmo is a great, easy-to-use, and cost-free person-to-person money transfer app.  But in my "vanilla" life I've never much understood the "social media" aspect of the app.  However, under Mistress Alice's tutelage, I have come to savor the possibilities for public humiliation and public exposure of my financial submission that it allows.

By way of background for those who may not be familiar with the app (it is currently available only for use in the U.S.), a Venmo user connects his or her bank account to the app and then can make cost-free transfers of cash to other users.  The main use that Venmo's marketing seems aimed at is small person-to-person cash transfers, such as reimbursing a friend for a shared meal or taxi ride, or splitting utility or rent costs with a roommate.  Each transaction includes a description of the reason for the payment in text or emoji (such as a taxi, Chinese takeout container, etc.) and can be set to be visible to the "public," to only your "friends" on the app, or "private" (just visible to participants in the transaction).  Only the description of the transaction but not the amount of the transfer is made visible to non-participants.  Other users can then "like" the transaction as in Instagram.

As mentioned above, I never saw the desirability of publicly blogging one's mundane cash transfers in vanilla life.  But egged on by Mistress Alice (and encouraged by the fact that I don't use Venmo with my family or co-workers, only with younger NYC friends), I have started using "public" Venmo transactions as a form of self-humiliation and to reveal to some degree my financial submissive tendencies.

While I have continued to keep my weekly tribute payments to Mistress Alice "private," I have made a number of publicly visible transfers to Mistress Alice by Venmo over the last few months.  A sampling includes the transaction shown at the top and the following:

At Mistress Alice's command, going forward, I will be required to pay $40 for every orgasm I have and the payments must be made by public Venmo payment so that all her friends can read and enjoy them.

Making Mistress Alice the Beneficiary of my 401(k) Retirement Account

On Friday night Mistress Alice sent me an email telling me that she had updated my lists of rules and required tasks and assignments.  I learned that she had selected one of my favorites -- the requirement that I make her the beneficiary of my 401(k) retirement account.  I was so excited, I started masturbating at the idea under the blanket of my bed even though I was sharing a bedroom in a vacation rental house with my mother.

Now, two days later, I have officially made the change, making Mistress Alice the sole beneficiary of my retirement account (removing my brother who had previously been the beneficiary).  There is currently $92,500 in the account and I contribute 6% of my salary to it, so I hope it will grow amply over the years for Mistress Alice.

This kind of real-word, real-consequences financial submission is one of my favorite "fetish" activities and I hope this is just the first of several major steps in my complete financial submission to Mistress Alice.  As further steps, I envision:  (1) making her the sole beneficiary of my will; (2) making her the joint beneficiary or joint owner on all my bank accounts and investment accounts; and (3) legally transferring ownership of my Brooklyn apartment and all other assets to her.   The end game is that I own nothing, Mistress Alice receives all of my salary through direct deposit, and I live on whatever allowance she decides to permit.

Slavid Gets to Attend Mistress Alice's Friend's Birthday Party

Alleycat, the Birthday Girl, in the Ball Pit

Mistress Alice is really too good to me at times.  I've been having an incredibly busy few weeks at work and have fallen behind in my service tasks and other tasks for her.  But. nonetheless, when I was finally finishing up several big projects, Mistress Alice invited me to attend the birthday party of her friend ("Alleycat") with her.

I had a fantastic time, first at dinner at Sushi Samba, and then at a crazy private apartment in Manhattan that had a permanent ball pit installed in one room.  I wore plastic cat ears like one of the girls, but split the dinner bill like one of the few guys in attendance. 

Mistress Alice documents the Ball Pit activities

Unfortunately I couldn't stay late because I was tired from a crazy week at work but I was honored to join Mistress Alice at this fun celebration.

Party Supplies

Slavid is a Pathetic Little Gnome

A photo from Mistress Alice's friend's birthday party.  Slavid is so short and pathetic it makes hot women smile.

Mother's Day Card for Mistress Alice's Mom

I wrote a Mother's Day Card to Mistress Alice's mom, thanking her very sincerely for raising such an intelligent, self-assured and superior young woman, and explaining that I was so happy and lucky to be owned by her daughter.   

Mistress Alice's Sub Michael Sucks My Cock

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Becoming the Guarantor of the Lease on Mistress Alice's New Apartment

For a hard-core financial submissive, one of the most erotic combinations of five words in the English language is: "What's your social security number?"

That was the full extent of Mistress Alice's text.

But I knew what it was about.  Mistress Alice and her friend and roommate, Tiamat, were hoping to move into a beautiful new loft in Bushwick.

However, as always in New York City these days, the rent was high and proving their financial ability to pay was challenging for the two young women, especially in light of Mistress Alice's unconventional income stream.

So, Mistress Alice had asked me to be her guarantor on the lease (or did I volunteer?).  And eventually it was determined that I should be the guarantor for both her and Tiamat  -- a woman who is beautiful and seems lively, charming, funny and kinky, but whom I have met only once in my life.

Of course, I agreed and, with hours of Mistress Alice's text, had completed signed and notarized a guarantor form making me fully liable for their $2,675 monthly rent.  The short contract had a number of provisions that made my cock stiffen in its chastity cage:

I guarantee the full performance of the Lease by the Tenant.  This guarantee is absolute and without any condition.

 I do not have to be informed of any default by the Tenant.  I waive notice of nonpayment or other default.

If the Tenant defaults, the Landlord may require me to perform without first demanding that the Tenant perform. 

               

 In short, anytime Mistress Alice and Tiamat simply decide to stop paying rent, their landlord can come directly to me for payment.

While I expect that they will be able to pay the rent and anticipate they will do so, the reality is anything could happen -- one of them could lose their job, or move out or go back to school and leave me responsible.

The fear is compounded by the fact that just last month I agreed to be the guarantor on another $2,300 a month apartment leased by my best friend Natasha, who just moved in with her fiancé.

So, I could potentially be responsible for paying $5,000 a month in rent payments to house beautiful women who I will never sleep with or even see naked.  Well, actually, when I put it that way . . . it sounds kind of wonderful, doesn't it?

Walking the Streets of Brooklyn in Only a Trench Coat and Lingerie

Mistress Alice instructed me to walk to my local coffee shop in Brooklyn on a Sunday morning wearing only lingerie -- a shiny pink camisole and pink lacy panties -- underneath a long London Fog trench coat.

The coffee shop was about four blocks away and I was excited and nervous as I walked down the busy sidewalks of my highly gentrified, family friendly neighborhood.

I was absolutely sure that everyone immediately could see there was something odd about the bare legs beneath my coat and my lack of shirt above and peg me as some as some sort of pervert -- perhaps a flasher, if not a cross-dresser.

But I walked there without incident.  I entered the coffee shop and ordered a coffee as I had been instructed.  To my chagrin, a male barista was on duty, instead of the usual woman who works there, and he gave me only a brief second glance as he served me.

Mistress Alice was sitting and waiting in the coffee shop with a friend.  After I left, they followed me, and a block later, I stepped into an alley where I opened my coat and showed my sissy pink cami to Mistress Alice and her friend and she recorded a video.  She laughed her wonderful laugh as a family approached and I had to scramble to cover myself.

Just another fun day of service to Mistress Alice.

Valentine's Day Session with Mistress Alice & Mistress Trinity

Mistress Alice in the Sanctum

I went to visit Mistress Alice while she was working at Pandora's Box today principally with the intent of handing her my weekly tribute in cash.  (Mistress Alice is preparing for a trip to Japan and I was bringing my tribute to her in yen for her convenience, as well as a Tokyo guidebook.)

However, it was the night before Valentine's Day and the club was having a party where guests and Dommes could mingle and talk and so I stayed for a while and Mistress Alice very easily talked me into a joint session with her friend and colleague Mistress Trinity.

Mistress Trinity

Mistress Trinity is blonde, stern and beautiful.  She has an amazing arm tattoo, a good sense of humor, and a commanding presence.

Our session together was in The Sanctum, Pandora's medieval-themed torture chamber.  What followed was an amazingly satisfying hour of ritual humiliation.  Mistress Trinity was the harsher, more traditional dominatrix and took a more active role, while my beloved Mistress Alice took a more sardonic and mocking approach to the humiliation.

Both of them verbally abused me.  Mistress Alice repeatedly spat on me and on the floor and made me lick it up.  Because I can't bend my head well, I had to use my fingers to lift her saliva off the floor and to my lips, and I loved every last drop of it.

I was allowed to worship Mistress Truinity's boots with my tongue and massage her feet.

  

The mistresses then put me in an adult diaper with panties on my head and laughed as I danced (very badly) for their amusement.  They collared me and paraded me out into the party in the diaper where all the Dommes and clients in attendance could witness my humiliation.

At the end of the session, Mistress Trinity commanded me to relieve myself and I unleashed my full bladder into the diaper.  Mistress Alice and Mistress Trinity then made me take the diaper off, lie face down in it and slurp up and drink my own urine as they watched.