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I've always considered myself to be very much for assisted suicide, being that if we can end the suffering of animals when there is no hope then that option should be available to human beings.

But last night, I watched the assisted suicide of Craig Ewart on You Tube. Now let me get this straight; I am not going to make any apologies for watching this. I think it's very important not to shield yourself from such things, in order the gain the full facts. I am not some sick person who gets a kick out of watching such things. I needed to gain better understanding.

 I admit, I did find the video upsetting, not strictly because of the subject itself. I knew what I was going to see, the last moments before Craig Ewart's death. It wasn't that that got to me. It was the moment after he had been given the lethal dose of barbituates, when his wife holds him and they tell each other how much they love each other. It seemed so final. They both knew what was going to happen, and it was at that point that I imagined myself to be the wife and my partner to be Craig Ewart. How would I feel at that moment? Would I feel devastation or relief? And you know what? I think I would have felt as I suspected his wife did - relief, sadness, grief, love, thanks and pride. Pride, that Craig had made an extremely difficult decision and displayed immense courage to see it through. And thanks that I'd been able to share such sad but also beautiful final moments with the person I love. But I did shed a tear for both, and I think if you watch, you too will find it hard not to.

 One thing that did strike me about watching that experience was it was extremely dignified. Craig had chosen the way he wanted to die; listening to his favourite music. He simply fell asleep and later slipped away. It wasn't a violent, choking death. It was a calm, almost serene atmosphere. And I will say, I did actually see a mixture of sadness and relief in his eyes as he took his first sip of the deadly drug. I got the sense that they'd been on a long and traumatic journey, and at last it was coming to an end. The combination of sadness and relief was very evident in them both.

 His wife, she held his hand, and remained calm throughout. It was very upsetting and emotional, but in some way, an extremely loving and touching moment. If I'd have been in her shoes, at the moment Craig had said he wanted to end his life, I don't know how I would have been able to come to terms with it. But then, I have to ask myself, am I letting the fact that I don't want to lose my loved one, get in the way of what is right for him?

I think really, my views on assisted suicide remain the same as long as it's done in this same dignified manner, and with the total wishes of that person followed. Nobody, in my view, should have the right to say "no, you can't die. We won't allow it. You must remain in pain and suffering until you die naturally." If there really is no hope, then it's your wish, as long as you are 100% certain that is the route you want to take, and you are of sound mind.

 Now I know my views are probably going to spark some serious debate, but I still maintain it was worthwhile watching Craig Ewart's last moments. I did gain a better understanding of the whole situation. But I want to hear your views. Not just how you feel on the whole "should we or shouldn't we" debate. If you really want to see the video, go and watch it. But I'd like you to put yourselves in the shoes of Craig and his wife. Really try to imagine the emotions that would be running through your head. And then, ask yourself two questions; "how would I feel?" and "is this right?"

I think, personally, after seeing this, you can gain your true opinion on the whole subject.

Please share your comments.

Cxxx

You know it's great when a little-dicked loser comes through. Particularly one who was as nervous and as pathetic as "Slave Cunt" was last night. Obviously, that wasn't his real name, but I felt that "Cunt" suited him much better.

 His dick was no bigger than a AA battery. Fucking pathetic in my book. I even offered him my tweezers so he could wank it. Needless to say, he could barely manage it. For a start, he was only half-hard. Talk about letting the air out. And then, despite me screaming at him to "let me see that fucking maggot spew" he couldn't manage it. A total fucking loser in every way.

 Still, he provided me hours of entertainment. You never know, I might even get a picture of his stub one day. I'll enjoy sharing it with you. I think it may look a little something like this:

Pretty pathetic  isn't it?

This leads me on to today's instruction:

 ARE YOU A LITTLE DICKED LOSER? IF SO, I WANT YOUR PICTURES - IF YOU CAN FIND A CAMERA WITH A POWERFUL ENOUGH ZOOM THAT IS! HA HA! I WANT TO POST YOUR LITTLE MAGGOT PICTURES FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. COME ON MAGGOT BOYS, AMUSE ME, MAKE ME HAPPY! SEND YOUR TINY TODGER PICS TO MISTRESSCRISTAL@MAIL.COM TODAY!

Mistress Cristal is very displeased. Many of you are keeping your wallets firmly shut and that won't do at all. If you wish to please me, then you have to give me what I want and I WANT YOUR MONEY! I can find much better things to do with it than you can, so what on earth are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to tell you what you will get in return for giving me your money? Well, the knowledge that you have made your Mistress happy should be enough.

 Aside from paying my daily living expenses, I want to treat myself to the things I love and adore. And I adore gifts.

 Do you want to waste my time or do you want to make me happy? Show me how serious you are about serving me. Give me what I want!

I've been very tired all day to day, and even as I write this entry, I'm finding it very difficult to stay awake. I have absolutely no energy at all. I don't know what's wrong with me, because usually, I can find lots of things to fill my day. But today, it's just been so difficult to do anything. Even the simplest of things have proved to be a real effort.

I think I need a break, to be honest. Lately, I've been burning the candle at both ends, both in my private and professional life, so I think my body is telling me that it's time for a break. I'm having an early night to night and hopefully, idiots won't be screamin and shouting outside my window at some ungodly hour. Honest, ever since the licensing laws were changed, I'm getting woken up at all hours. There's even somebody who lives in my block who insists on taking a piss outside my flat before going into the building. Why on earth can't he wait to use his own toilet???? Laziness? If I catch him, I'll be doing a bobbit on him!

Got another busy day tomorrow, so need a good night's sleep. Roll on the weekend when I can take it easy!

Nice aren't they? And I want them! I want them NOW! I want a money piggy to send me £50.00 cash to I can buy them - TODAY!!! I'm used to getting what I want, and I want these boots And I want YOU to pay for them. Get out that fucking wallet and start spending your money on me. Not just because I've told you to, but because you want to make me happy. And you want to make me happy. I know you do. You can't help yourself. Making me happy means getting your wallet out and spending your money on me. And when I'm happy, you are very happy.

So listen carefully Money Slave. I want you to send me the money to buy those boots right now, this minute in fact. Don't wait. The longer you wait, the longer it will be before you make me happy. And you don't want that do you? Don't question yourself. SEND ME THE MONEY NOW!

I want those boots and I want them today. I want to show you how much I love these boots by showing you how sexy my legs look in them. Do you want to see that? Do you?

Then start spending. Give me what I want. Submit to me, and submit to my whims and make me, your Mistress, happy.

You enter the room and see me sat on my throne. You don't notice the clothes I wear, the props. Just my presence, my power, my dominance. You strip without being told, get to your knees and press your lips against the cool, shiny leather of my boots. My hand reaches for you. Soft, leather-clad fingers wind themselves into your hair. Pressure pushes your head against my boots. You breathe in the scent, the aroma, the leather. You crave, you desire, you need.

You know what I want do you slave? Those boots are an extension of me. You want to worship them as you worship me. You continue to kiss, your lips exploring the soft contours of the boot and you barely notice the collar being buckled around your neck. Your tongue comes into play, wet, warm and wanting. You taste the leather, your tongue tingling and your cock twitching with desire. The leash clips to your collar, and yet you don't look up. There are no words, just a tug of the leash, pulling you towards the spiky, threatening yet captivating heel. The boot moves, it raises and your tongue is pressed to the cap of the heel. It explores, sliding and snaking it's way up and down, tasting, cleansing, adoring.

You hear the metallic rasp of the zip sliding down the black, shiny leather, the teeth opening like a ray of erotic promise. You watch, as that sweet, stockinged foot is removed from the boot, and the toes pushed to your nose. Ah, heaven! The smell of my foot fills your senses and your tongue slips between each perfectly pedicured nylon toe. I flex my toes, signalling my instruction. I want you to suck. Suck my toes. Suck them into that warm mouth. Soothe and calm my aching feet with the luxurious feel of your lips and tongue.

Your lips close around them, and gentle sucking starts. I push my foot further into your mouth, and you continue with the constant mix of licking and sucking. My nylon stocking clings to my foot, soaked in your saliva, as I unzip my other boot and pull my foot out of it. The stockinged foot finds its way to those aching balls. I tease, drumming my toes on your sack, my big toe gently caressing the shaft of your cock. You twitch. You need that release but daren't ask. You know what such a question would result in.

"Remove my stockings, Slave," I command, and you set yourself to your task, rolling each stocking slowly down my shapely legs. My feet find your cock, it's wanting need pulsating throughout that throbbing shaft. The arches curve around your meat and I start to wank. My fingers continue to weave their way through your hair and with my left hand I tug on the leash, pulling your head down, forcing you to watch as I foot wank your prick. You feel my soft feet firmly grip your cock as your climax builds deep within your body. Red painted toenails against pink cock-flesh, teasing, demanding, urging your cock to spew. You know what I want. You want it too. I know you want it too, as you moan and gyrate, fucking my feet, desperate for that release. And it comes in a brilliant and devastating explosion as your cream is spilled on my feet. Red nail polish tarnished with milky white spunk. I have achieved my goal, but I am not satisfied.

"Lick it up slave," I say with a cold laugh, "we have only just begun....."

(image from 121-sexlines.com)

 MY USED PANTIES.

Panties worn for 24 hours = £25.00

Panties worn for 36 hours = £35.00

Panties worn for 48 hours = £45.00

Pee stained/soaked panties = £50.00

IMPORTANT INFORMATION.

ALL THESE ITEMS ARE DISPATCHED 1ST CLASS ROYAL MAIL ONLY.

YOUR ORDER WILL BE DISPATCHED ON RECEIPT OF PAYMENT

ALL ORDERS WILL BE SEALED IN AIR-TIGHT PLASTIC BAG TO MAINTAIN FRESHNESS AND SHIPPED IN DISCREET PACKAGING.

NO RETURNS. A RETURN ADDRESS IS NOT GIVEN.

ORDERS TO BE PLACED VIA MY EMAIL ADDRESS WHICH IS mistresscristal@mail.com

PHOTOGRAPHS

To protect my identity, I am unable to provide headshots, but I do provide the following:

Photograph of my pussy in panties = £25.00

Photograph of my pussy (naked) = £35.00

Photograph of my pussy in tights = £35.00

Photograph of my pussy with tampon string = £40.00

Photograph of my ass in panties = £25.00

Photograph of my ass (naked) = £30.00

Photograph of my ass and asshole = £45.00

Photograph of my ass in tights = £35.00

Photograph of my breasts = £25.00

Photograph of my feet (naked) = £30.00

Photograph of my feet (in tights/stockings/socks) = £40.00

IMPORTANT INFORMATION

PHOTOGRAPHS CAN EITHER BE EMAILLED TO YOU OR SENT BY IST CLASS MAIL ONLY.

ORDERS CAN BE PLACED BY EMAIL TO MY EMAIL ADDRESS.

POSTAL PHOTOGRAPHS WILL BE SENT DISCREETLY.

NO RETURNS OR RETURN ADDRESS SUPPLIED.

ITEMS WILL BE EMAILLED/DISPATCHED ONCE YOUR PAYMENT HAS BEEN RECEIVED.

MISTRESS RESERVES THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SALE TO THOSE WHO DO NOT SHOW HER RESPECT! MISTRESS' DECISION IS FINAL.

Okay money pigs, next week I will be celebrating my 30th birthday, so I want you to get out your wallet and send me money, so I may treat myself to lots of birthday gifts from you!

Remember, cash gifts can be given to me via my email address which is, mistresscristal@mail.com, so if you want me to have a birthday to remember, because you worship and respect me, then y0u know what to do!

Here is a list of the things I would like to receive for my birthday:

1. Bollinger Sp Cuvee Magnum = £90.00
2. CK1 50ml perfume spray = £14.95
3. Nokia 6300 Vodafone pay as you talk = £85.00
4. Vodafone bluetooth headset = £19.95
5. Cash towards a new laptop = £250.00
6. New Look Black Platform Stiletto shoes = £25.00
7. Antoinette Basque from Bravissimo 36 dd = £44.00
8. Misc new clothes = £150.00
9. New Look Black Ruched Stiletto Boots = £30.00
10. Thorntons Twin Red Wine Hamper = £40.00
11. BT Converse 1100 Charcoal Grey with RJ11 Headset = £34.18
12. Apple Ipod Nano 8GB Purple = £104.00
13. Cash towards full manicure = £50.00
14. Black Long Leather Tailored Coat = £85.00

Of course, if you simply wish to send me cash gifts with a suggestion of what I should treat myself to, then by all means, send me an email, and I will enjoy your suggestion.

And why do you want to do all this for Mistress? If you're good to Mistress, Mistress is good to you!

xx

Do you fall into this category? Yeah? Oh I'm going to have lots of fun with you then!

Fairy Boy had never realised his full fantasy before. And then he came through to me. He was dressed as an adorable little sissy - a fairy suit. How cute is that? Little pink ruffled dress, white stockings, pink ballet pumps and a gorgeous set of pink fairy wings. How could any Mistress resist?

But Fairy Boy had been bad. Instead of carrying out his duties, he'd spent most of the day, lounging around, watching porn and wanking his clit. He admitted he felt guilty for it afterwards, but still begged to be punished and to be shown the error of his ways. Now there's only one thing a naughty sissy needs in these sorts of situations; and that's a hard spanking.

So, over my lap he went, the fairy dress was up and revealed were some very pretty pink ruffled panties. It seemed a shame to take them down when they looked so lovely over his pretty little ass, so I decided that a few spanks over his knickers would be a good start. Besides, I wanted to compare to redness of his cheeks to the pinkness of his panties. It's always good to have a guide to work with!

Trouble is, Fairy Boy is such a noisy slut that taking off his knickers was really the only option. I'd had enough of him squealing like a pig, so off came the knickers and into his mouth they went. And soon, my hand was coming down in blows on those sweet naked cheeks while he squirmed for all he was worth. But you know what? The slut was actually enjoying his punishment! He was hard and leaking! Well, if he wanted to act like a slut, then he was going to be treated like a slut!

 I had him kneel on the floor, spread his cheeks and show me that slutty little pussy. I love it when sissies show themselves off like this. It's so rude and yet so exciting, see them display themselves in wanton need for my cock. And that is exactly what he got. I lubed up his pussy, shoved my cock inside and fucked him for all he was worth. It was so good, especially when he started to moan and squeak through his sissy panty gag. I made him spit out his gag while I fucked him and wanked his clit. He just lapped it up, begging me to fuck him harder, telling me all the reasons why he deserved my cock fucking him; he was a slut, a worthless sissy whore, he needed to be shown that he only exists to please Mistress' cock. And that's exactly why I pulled my cock out of him, so he could come all over it.

Of course, he licked it clean afterwards. All slaves have to clean up after themselves, be they sissies, fuck sluts, pain whores or midget-dicked pervs.

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I want financial slaves to give me money because they want to please me. I enjoy being pleased and I want you to get enjoyment from that knowledge.

If you desire to please Mistress, there is one important rule, which YOU MUST FOLLOW. You must send me a minimum tribute of £50.00 to show that you are serious in wanting to please me.

You can also please me by helping me with day to day expenses and paying my weekly bills:

Mortgage = £150 per week

Electricity = £30 per week

Telephone = £15 per week

Internet = £15 per week

Sexy Lingerie = £50 per week.

Of course I always welcome cash gifts and you can send these to me via my email address, which is mistresscristal@mail.com

Perhaps, you would like to find other ways to send me gifts? Well, from time to time I will post details of things I desire along with their price, so be on the watch for that. Oh, and my birthday is coming up very shortly - so get those wallets ready!

When slaves come through to me, I have certain expectations of them. Rule number one is that they must be honest. There is always a need for total honesty in a Domme/Sub relationship. Nothing must be held back and everything should be confessed. I want to know how they're feeling, their dark desires, their needs, their limits, their past experiences, details of their everyday lives, their fears; absolutely everything.

 They must be obedient. A new slave is like a new pup. They want to test the boundaries and it's important to stamp out this behaviour straightaway. I once a sub who thought he could turn the tables on me; top from bottom as it's known. He continued to wank despite me telling him not to. Let me get this straight; do not always expect to wank your cock in session. It's not a right, it's a priviledge. And all priviledges have to be earned.

 He denied what he was doing, but I'm not stupid. It's not advisable to take the piss out of me, because you won't win. So I told him he could play with his cock my way. Pretty soon I had him slapping it, pinching and screwing his foreskin, punching his balls and tugging on his pubes. The more he tried to control me, the more I hurt him, until eventually, he was gasping and moaning, begging me to stop, screaming he safe word. He knew then that I wasn't to be messed with. I'd broken him and he is now a very loyal and obedient slave. Now he even begs to be allowed to worship my ass, where at first, he was reluctant to do so.

 But there are also true submissives, those who know they want to be dominated but don't know why. True submissives don't understand their submission at all, but know it's a need, an itch that must be scratched. They are obedient, eager to please, and no matter what you do to them, they will be grateful. My loyal Slave B has been with me nearly 2 years. He never says no. He never says his safe word. I have hurt him. I've made him buy bigger and bigger dildoes to shove up his arse, I've made him eat his own shit and drink his own piss. He's had his balls tortured over a lit candle. Last week I said I wanted to him to have a piercing and tattoo for me. He's under instruction to have "SLUT" tattooed on his arse. And he will do it. No matter what I do, he can't get enough, and yet he can't understand why. Even when I tell him he's had enough, he begs me for more. But having absolute power over slaves comes with responsibility. While they are not my equals, they have to be treated with a certain amount of respect for their safety and well being. If I feel a slave has reached his limits, then I will stop, despite the begging.

 They must listen. It's simple; when I talk you listen. You do not speak without being spoken to. If you choose to disobey that rule, I will gag you, with a ball gag, my knickers or even smother yu with my ass. There's more than one way to silence you.

 They must follow instructions. Failure in my sessions is not an option. If you don't carry out my instructions correctly, then I have to assume you haven't listened properly. Make no mistake I do not tolerate this kind of disobedience and you will suffer for it. I have very inventive ways of making sure you obey and follow my every command.

They must give themselves totally to me. That is the most important rule. I take complete ownership of them. They have no rights in my sessions. Their feelings, however confessed, do not matter to me. The fact that they are hard and need to come is not a priority. Their servitude and complete obedience is my top priority. They undertake whatever I set upon them, totally. One of the best parts of a session is the mind fucking - me fucking their minds. I'm like a chameleon. I can change at the drop of a hat, and it's that unpredictable element which really gets to my slaves. They don't know which of me they're going to get next. I can get them to carry out rituals in their own personal lives, and that way, they will always think of me when doing it.

Once I imprint myself on your mind, there's no going back. Life will never be the same for you again.

If you wanna be my personal piggy bank then you'd better listen up and pay attention. I am a very demanding woman and I have expensive tastes. And why the fuck should I buy all the things I want when I've got money piggies to do it for me????
I've always been able to get what I want with a little flutter of my eye lashes and if you want the time of day from me, you better open that fucking wallet.

Let's face it, when that cock of yours starts to twitch, your brain just cannot function properly. So from now on, you are ruled by me, your cock and that fat wallet. And I want your money. I don't need send you pics of my ass or offer to pander to your little fetishes. Just the fact that I own you will make you part with your hard earned cash.

Afterall, it's only fair that a gentleman should shower a Superior Bitch with gifts. And the more time I give you, the lighter your wallet will be.

I'm giving you my time, and you're giving me tributes. End of.

Welcome to my chambers!

 So you wish to be my slave do you? Well, you better make sure you're capable of submitting to me, because I am a very demanding woman. Not only will I own your body, but I will own your mind, your emotions and most importantly, your pleasure. If you think you can sit there and wank that puny little cock, then think again! I own that pathetic little thing you dare to call a cock. It is my property. And you are here to please me, not your own disgusting little desires.

You will get to your knees, confess your dirty little sins and undertake whatever I set upon you. You will serve and obey me. You will lay down your loyalty to me. You will worship only me. You belong to me, and know that  from now on, your life is not your own. Repeat that slave; your life is not your own.........