Training With Miss Anath

During the night at Club Pedestal I met lots of new people, all of them nice and interesting.  I never imagined that I would meet lawyers, surgeons and many other serious professionals in a femdom club.  It was a turn-on to know that these men who were serving and adoring me, were men used to giving orders and being boss all week.  Just before I left the club, one of them, who I had taken to be my new slave for the night after I whipped him and used him as an astray, gave me his phone number and details requesting to be my personal slave and servant.

The day after Club Pedestal I was reading a book “Training with Miss Abernathy” a present I had received the night before from one of Joanna’s subs, when I found a note with my new slaves’ phone number.  I was curious, so I sent him a message ordering him to come and pick me up immediately to entertain me.  Much to my surprise he answered my message and less than an hour later he was picking me up to give me a tour of London, taking me for lunch and to the Museum of Natural History.   I discovered that he was a very interesting person, and we had great fun “training him” in public.  He is of very good disposition but very forgetful, so I had to slap him every time he forgot something, so he would remember next time.  His forgetful disposition gained him the nickname “memoire de poisson” a French saying in reference to the short memory that fish have.

 I think that Londoners are not use to seeing a woman walking with a personal servant, as we had lots of people looking at us in shock.  I enjoyed having someone opening doors before I went in, carrying my bags, disposing of my chewing gum (in his mouth), and taking care of my every step so other people wouldn’t get to close to me. 

One of the tasks I asked “memoire the poisson” to do as part of his training was to find the most traditional couple in the museum and ask them to take a picture of us, him kneeling down in all fours while I was standing with one foot on his back.  This was to show him humility and the fact that the two of us couldn’t be at the same level but he should always be lower.  He managed to find an elderly couple and asked the man to take a picture of us in the museum’s main hall.  The gentleman accepted immediately and we went posing with me always dominating “memoire de poisson”. The gentleman was pleasantly surprised and offered to take more photos while his wife went away in disgust!  After a few demeaning photos, the gentleman gave us the camera and went to meet his wife with a smile.  The lady was so upset with him, that we heard her shouting and giving him a row for helping “those deviants”… 

But who knows, maybe I will meet them one day at the fetish party….