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.