During our south Mediterranean holiday this year in a remote farmhouse, the most perfect chair for bitch-boy’s hours of sewing was helpfully provided. I provide a picture.

You can see how low it is compared to a normal chair. The photo shows it facing the corner where bitch-boy spent many hours sewing – dressed in a sissy maid’s outfit or his schoolgirl outfit. Among other sewing, he sewed huge pink ribbons onto some new knickers and he sewed some extra bells onto the hems and sleeves of various sissy garments. I generally sat in a comfortable arm chair reading and keeping an eye on him although sometimes I set up the video baby monitor and sunbathed outside while he sewed. Oh, he so hates sewing!

Below is an extract from the soon to be published Volume 7 of my journals. Probably in the next 3 weeks. It details a weekly momentary routine of mine which I enjoy very much.

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………….  I was leafing through the pile of supplements that constituted a weekend paper. I pulled out the sports section.

                ‘Pansy-piece, look at this, the sports section. There is no value in that being in this house is there? I suppose a real man would want to read it if there was one here, but there is just the two of us. Me, a woman, and you, a pathetic little sissy. No real man here, so no need of the sports section is there?’ He looked very downcast. I held the sports section out towards him and spoke with some venom.

                 ‘Is there!’ He stared at the floor and whispered.

                ‘No Mithdreth.’ I smiled.

                 ‘Go and put it in the recycling pile then pansy, as we have no need of it in this house.’ It was a very sullen bitch-boy who obeyed my instruction. I chuckled as he left the room which hurt him some more. (The sports section ‘discussion’ has now become a weekend routine – so amusing!)

In the comments section I received a question which having answered it, I thought it worthy of a blog post. It is below.

mistress Scarlet…
out of curiosity has bb ever broke into tears during any of your torments to him and begged at your feet for mercy , if so what made him break down and what was your reaction towards him.
Thank you for taking the time to read my comment and i am looking forward to your reply

Yes on a good number of occasions. The two which recur and come to mind are:

In the early days of having a dominant female visitor (or two) come to our house. I would dress him up in a ridiculous, shaming outfit at least an hour before the planned arrival time. I would then have him just stand in the middle of the room, doing nothing, other than thinking ahead to the arrival of the other female(s) and watch him fret and fret. On these occasions, in the early years, he would inevitably drop to his knees, sobbing and kiss my footwear while he begged and begged for me to cancel the visitor(s). This gave me great pleasure and a power rush as did, my response to him, that I had no intention of cancelling and his utter mortification and misery was precisely the point of the exercise.

The other recurring occasions are when he has been sexually denied for over three weeks and I put on a little sexy show for him. Naked in heels, or in a tiny mini skirt and heels, rubbing my hands up and down my body. He inevitably drops to his knees, sobbing and kissing my footwear while begging and pleading and crying that he just can’t take it anymore – really, really can’t take it. My response – he can take it and I will prove that to him because he will not be cumming today or tomorrow and perhaps not for weeks yet.

I received from ravi a comment on an earlier post and I felt that my response was worthy of a new post as readers may find my honest response interesting or perhaps selfishly callous or perhaps so extreme as to be psychologically deranged. I am prepared for abuse in response to this post! Here is the comment from ravi I am responding to.

Have you ever considered shutting him out of the world completely (almost), except from those whom you chose to have him meet. This includes stopping him from continuing his business and making him completely dedicated to you. Without any other distraction. (by what i made out, you already have enough money to do without his business and neither do you have kids). This would not be really practical but just wanted to know if you had given this a thought.

I am not sure if ravi has read Volume 7 of my journals. Below is an extract from Volume 7 to which he may be referring.

EXTRACT FROM VOLUME 7

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‘I know it’s your holiday too. But that means nothing to me. You’re trapped in this life you initiated and I am not compromising my potential pleasure from it and I never will. You need to come to terms with that as best you can – always remembering you brought it upon yourself. Have I not made it clear that it is just going to get worse. I am going to give up work soon. We have enough money saved away and I have decided that I could be enjoying real pleasure an extra 40 or 50 hours a week if I give up work. I am prepared to forgo the hugely expensive cars and all the other extreme luxuries, in exchange for enjoying real pleasure an extra 40 or 50 hours a week. It’s not even a close decision. I will be giving up work very soon. When I do give up work, you will find yourself playing with your dollies every afternoon that I can fit it in. If we can adjust your work routines to mornings only on most days, then every afternoon you will find yourself playing with your dollies. You will be able to complete your maid’s duties some mornings and most evenings, although many evenings will consist of total sensory deprivation bondage for you, I’m afraid. That is where we are heading for our lifestyle. You don’t understand just how much I love having you play with your dollies as Belindakins while I read or watch TV or flick through magazines. It makes me feel so relaxed and so powerful at the same time. I relish your deep humiliation and the terrible monotony of it all for you. Both elements bring home to me my extreme power and that is a delightful, arousing feeling. And when I give up work and you spend afternoons, one after another, after another, after another week after week – my power rush will be greater still.’ He had begun to breath very deeply. He knew my speech was no mind-fuck. He knew I was being 100% honest about my intentions and that it would all be happening in the manner I was setting out.   It was exhilarating to deliver my speech, knowing it was all true. I picked up his Barbie Doll comic while he continued to breath deeply and stare at the blanket on which he sat. I selected a colouring-in page and laid it in his lap. Despite feeling exhilarated I spoke in matter-of-fact tones.                  ‘So, off you go then. Colour this page in with Suzette. And remember, if you go outside a line, you will get caned.’ …………………………………………..

END OF EXTRACT

So, as you can see, I already have plans that are distinctly in the direction of ravi’s contemplation. Once I have enacted the new lifestyle I have set out in the extract above, I would not be surprised if I then move further. Perhaps having bitch-boy sell his business. I may also want a part time, working-at-home job for additional fulfilment – probably working for a charity that I support. My justification for this future of extreme constraining of bitch-boy’s existence is as follows.

Firstly, he is submissive to his core. Being controlled gratifies him utterly at the deepest level, although obviously it comes with huge collateral consequences for him. Pain, humiliation, drudgery, sexual frustration, etc. It is true that he hates the consequences of his helpless submission, but such is the paradox of the submissive human and I have written on this many times. This paradox is exemplified because the more he suffers and the greater the inequity – the more profoundly he feels controlled.

Secondly, he is in his late fifties now. He has led a very, very fulfilling life already. He has had more fulfilment than most people would dream of in their lives. We have raised a child (now a fantastic adult), he has had some powerful and rewarding jobs, he has run a successful business, he is full of wisdom and his wisdom is often sought by family and friends. And also my future regime will ensure he is physically very fit and healthy and will have a very healthy diet. He will have no decisions to make and no stressors – apart from me! Further, he has had a much younger, beautiful, (well he certainly thinks so), intelligent wife for over a decade.

Lastly, I am very selfish and sadistic and dominant and I want to experience this extreme Domme/sub lifestyle. It will be an adventure for both of us. It is no doubt also a lifestyle he fantasised about before he met me. (Of course he may have reconsidered these fantasies when reality educated him as to the potential folly of fantasies!)

So the clock is ticking to this future – I can’t wait!

Followers of my blog will have read in the section with the tab above, marked ‘Advice‘, of the progress of Mistress Serena and her sub Tiffanymaid. I thought the evolving regime as currently described was worthy of a blog post. So below, I set out the recent report to me.

I replied to what is reported below. One of my comments was as follows.

‘I think regretting what you wished for is an inevitability when dominated by wonderful Mistresses such as Mistress Serena. As is being bored. The slightly paradoxical combination of boredom and humiliation is a current favourite of mine for bitch-boy to endure which is why he has to spend hours playing with his dollies while I virtually, but not quite, ignore him.’

REPORT FROM TIFFANYMAID/TIFFANYKINS

MsScarlet curtsy
As ever W/we trust You and bitchboy are well and all is pleasurable.
Following a very active Sunday i thought it correct to update You accordingly, indeed, prior to leaving for a midweek break with Her lover, Mistress Serena instructed me to do precisely this.
i have often read & heard the saying, “be careful what you wish for”, and whilst appreciating its meaning, i have rarely had occaision to experience this…until now.

Once again taking Your guidence as inspiration, Serena had me, following a 50 stroke whipping, in extended TSD bondage. She took massive oral pleasures before applying the muscle rub and funnel gag (ice block pee). Further into the session She applied the nettle pouch which worked more efficiently than previous. ( This maybe due to the transplanted nettles becoming more mature and firm).
After three to four hours Serena replaced my TSD with an evening and overnight as “tiffanykins”. She double diapered (nappied) me and dressed me fully in sissy pink babywear, (bootees, plastic pants,frilly diaper cover panties, bib, dummy, bonnet and dress ). She led me down to lounge and set me the task of colouring in the same Princess colouring book bitchboy has, my first attempt ( the bride & four bridesmaids pic 2/3 into book) was not wonderful, and i found it most humiliating and somewhat boring, but Mistress maintained Her dominance and after over two hours i completed the colouring in.
My night was spent dressed as described and inevitably after 12 hours in diaper/nappy, i was very wet, but the double nappy did it job.
This morning i have spent tidying and cleaning throughout, with addition of bells attached to my chastity cage beneath my skirt, no panties. Again, i was surprised at just how humiliating having bells jingle aloud as i move could be. Serena loves it, i hate it. So She has set off with Her lover and i have a long list of chores to work through (including this message) which will keep me occupied throughout.
Mistress Serena sends Her grateful thanks for Your continued support, and in turn i hope this message is of interest.
Yours respectfully and in obedience,
tiffanymaid/tiffanykins

Omitted to add, prior to Her departure, Mistress administered a strict paddling and cropping to keep my focus.

Mistress Scarlet curtsy

In my haste to update You on recent “tiffanykins” session, i omitted several points that may have been of interest. Most significantly was the introduction of the inflatable sheep.
Serena introduced me to “Sophie the Sheep”, and had me nurse and kiss her (Sophie) with affection. Serena has yet to introduce dollies or soft toys, so i was instructed to tuck Sophie under my arm and sat her next to me throughout my colouring in and the evening. ( i have yet to show Sophie my “affections” further ! )
Several baby bottles containing cold tea on one occaision and Serenas Golden Nectar on another were consumed before bedtime.
i shall try not to forget things when i update You next Mistress Scarlet.

Obediently, tiffanymaid/tiffanykins

He has a new little girl dress which, by good fortune, arrived just in time for Mistress X’s visit in October. It was made to measure and cost a lot of money. As you may have expected it comes down only to his hips. bitch-boy is forced to wear it with a pink baby’s bonnet or huge pink ribbon bow in his hair, white frill topped ankle socks and pink Mary Jane shoes which are designed to be locked onto his feet with padlocks. A huge pink ribbon bow tied very tightly around his shaved genitalia and sucking his cock pacifier. Its fun to use the paddle or tawse to get his arse to match the colour of the dress. The dress even has a padlock at the neck at the back so once in it, he stays in it until I choose otherwise.

A small amusement I have made reference to in one of my journals, I thought was worthy of a mention in my blog.

The context is that if bitch-boy is dressed as a sissy maid, or little sissy girl, or schoolgirl, there is a default rule that he must curtsey to me whenever entering or leaving a room I occupy. However I sometimes utilise his curtseying to even further remind him of his inferior status.

I will set a pair of my shoes by the wall at the entrance to the room I am likely to be occupying for some time. bitch-boy is then reminded that, as a pair of my shoes has a higher status in the world than he does, then – as well as curtseying to me whenever entering or leaving the room, he must also curtsey to the pair of shoes by the wall, whenever entering or leaving the room. So, on entering the room, he has to turn to the side and curtsey to the shoes, then turn to me and curtsey. And on leaving the room he has to turn to me and curtsey and the turn to the side and curtsey to the shoes. He does find this very humiliating and I find it particularly amusing. Obviously if I have a female guest present, he finds it even more embarrassing!

You may have come across the wonderful looking Humiliator Gag System . Does anyone know of a supplier in the UK? I so want to get one for bitch-boy. I really want to see him on hands and knees in bondage, sweeping the floor with the floor brush accessory. Sweeping it again and again and again!

Well, neither blog readers nor bitch-boy (on pain of punishment for failure) could find a UK stockist of the Humiliator Gag System. Extreme restraints in the UK sell the toilet brush attachment, but no other attachments and not the gag itself!

So I think I will be going to the source. The US makers, who do ship to the UK. (JT’s Stockroom in the US sell the items too but for twice the cost as the makers.) I love many of the attachments and I fear a good amount of bitch-boy’s hard earned cash will get spent when I place my order! The floor brush is a definite, the toilet roll holder too, and the toilet brush is, of course, a given.

The site has so many interesting things. The evil one-way blindfold looks superb! If it works as advertised, well what a joy for me and my cruel friends and what a horrific experience for bitch-boy that will be. Does anyone have experience of this one way blindfold?

Volume 8 of my journals is now available on Kobo and Barnes and Noble.

I went out for the day in the city with my sisters and mother yesterday. A lovely day of shopping, lunch and cocktails. Obviously some further pleasure (I am such a syberite), could be squeezed out of this delightful day by some remote domination and abuse of bitch-boy while I was out. I came up with a new twist to what I have historically referred to as ‘cotton bondage’. I won’t go into lots of detail on the bondage. Safe to say – by 8:00am he was locked in a nappy and secured to the bed – and whining at the unfairness – poor bitch-boy. I left him and drove away, singing along to the CD player – so contented and happy. The twist is that on the bedside unit next to him, I left our landline telephone. When this telephone goes to voicemail, the message being recorded is broadcast loudly from the phone unit while it is being recorded. (I also left a camera on the bedside unit.) At about 12:30 lunchtime I telephoned my landline number. Obviously bitch-boy could hear as I announced on the phone that he was now allowed to free himself from his bondage, and begin on the long list of chores I had left him. I told him he could expect me home when I damn well felt like it! The whole time he had been in bondage he had his right hand free. Now, he had received the phone call, he could while resting his watch next to his left wrist and then his ankles, take a photograph to show all the bondage was in place at the time of my call. I felt so powerful all morning as I sat, having the most wonderful time, with my sisters and mother – miles and miles away from him, knowing he was helpless in his bondage until I chose to make a phone call – at my whim.

I don’t think I ever set out on this blog all of the presents I bought bitch-boy for Christmas. Before I begin I will mention that he bought me two items of exquisite expensive jewellery and a number of other perfect gifts. All wrapped divinely.
His presents were wrapped in old newspaper.

Half a dozen drinking straws in a range of colours which had the top end in the shape of male genitalia. A little cock and a pair of balls. Produced for hen-nights. I extracted the blue straw from the pack and told bitch-boy to throw it away, explaining that blue is a male colour and sissies do not get to use male things; no things coloured blue. (The other colours were pastel shades of pink, green, mauve, yellow and orange.)

Six colouring-in books, mentioned and pictured in an earlier blog post. They have 64 pages each and it takes forever to colour-in one page! I reiterated that he can be in no doubt he has hours and hours, for years and years, ahead of him, dressed as a little girl, colouring-in with the help of his dolly Suzette Simperkins – the tedium of the same little girl fairy themed pages, again and again and again, while I, and any guests, enjoy grown-up pursuits. He looked so forlorn and helpless and wretched staring down at his six new books. I am sure his mind turned to the fact that I will be giving up work in the not too distant future, a future which he must feel is rushing towards him.

Pink Exfoliating gloves. A suggestion from a reader of my blog. I posted a link to a retail site for these on my blog on 3 January 2015. Later in the day, (as described fully in my draft Volume 9 Journal), he came to know the pain these gloves would bring him – twice – even though I only used them once.

Fingerless white lace gloves. Perfect for a sissy maid and a little girl to wear.

A small, red, weighted, leather strap. About 12 inches long and, at the business end, a little wider than a 12 inch ruler. Sewn into the business end is a flat piece of metal, giving the strap a lovely weight. I explained it appeared perfect to use for smacking naughty little clitties and we would find out if that was the case, later in the day. It certainly was! And remains so.

A pair of pink and white ruffled satin and lace, elasticated ankle cuffs on each of which are sewn six, large, spherical bells. Oh the tinkling has to be heard to be believed when he walks while wearing the cuffs.

A large pair of pink PVC lockable plastic pants which can be secured with padlocks at thigh and waist to go over diapers. Expensive and wonderful! They are soooo humiliating and work as a chastity device too. Mistress Jane has expressed much interest in them for her impending next visit and bitch-boy is so miserable about that.

One of the many things to which bitch-boy was subjected during Mistress Jane’s last visit, at her suggestion, was he have his fingernails painted like a proper sissy. The fingernails of each hand a different colour, just to make sure he looked as ridiculous as possible, and little gems stuck on for good measure.

His little fingers then looked especially ridiculous in his fingerless lace gloves (one of his Christmas presents). Within half an hour of his ‘manicure’ he had lost two of the gems (possibly because of the frequency his hands were tied behind his back – who knows,) and he was punished very severely for this ingratitude and clumsiness. Just one of the many times that day that his sore bottom was subjected to cane and paddle and tawse. All the next day his bottom remained red and bruised and sore. What a perfect way to pay homage to Mistress Jane’s visit even long after she had gone home and got on with her own full life.

Those of you who read Volume 6 of my journals may recall that in the Autumn of 2013 I was very sad that I was about to be deprived of two of my favourite things until the next summer. Those things being using nettles on bitch-boy’s bottom and clitty, AND having him do hours of rotary clothes line duty. To make up for my loss I introduced Winter Default rules.

Well these rules applied all winter just gone and summer is now all but on us, but to bitch-boy’s dismay I have decided the default rules now apply all year round.

An edited excerpt from Journal 6 now follows explaining the rules.

‘So bitch-boy, all the default rules apply while you wear any item with a hem, including an apron. So that includes, your Victorian maid outfit, your sissy maid outfits, your prissy sissy outfits and your school girl outfit – and anything else with a hem that I have failed to remember.’

‘The first rule relates to what is now referred to as your little clitty bells. Before I have finished dressing you in any outfit with a hem, you must have two little bells tied by pieces of six inch pink ribbon, to the frenum piercing ring in your little clitty. I may remember most times but if I ever forget you must politely ask if you may wear your little clitty bells. That’s whenever you are dressed in anything with a hem, do you understand?’ He again looked like he might burst into tears as he whispered his acquiescence.

‘If I forget and you do not remind me, and I subsequently remember, it will be thirty with the cane. I may test you on this by pretending to forget. The next set of rules relate to deportment. Whenever you are wearing any item with a hem including an apron, you will walk by placing each foot directly at your centre line and your steps will be of no more than 15 inches. In addition whenever you walk with both hands free, they will be holding your hem at your sides and raising that hem upward and outward. And your little pinky fingers will be pointed outward. If you are walking with one hand free, that free hand will be holding your hem at your side and raising that hem upward and outward. And your little pinky finger will be pointed outward. When you are standing still in front of me receiving an instruction or for any other reason, you will be holding your hem at your sides and raising that hem upward and outward. And your little pinky fingers will be pointed outward. ‘ I paused and sipped my coffee. Again he was slowly shaking his head from side to side.

‘In addition, whenever you hand something to me or take something from me, you will use both hands and you will bend at the waist because I will not be reaching toward you. Now we come to curtseying. You will perform a full curtsey whenever you enter or leave a room occupied by a superior female.’ He was now clearly overwhelmed and thoroughly horrified. I was having delightful fun!

‘The final curtsey rule relates to my shoes and boots.’ bitch-boy’s face again acquired a quizzical mask.

‘Whenever you pass a pair of my shoes or boots which I am not wearing, you will perform a quick bob-curtsey to them. Because they are superior in status to you aren’t they. They are more important than you, aren’t they! So I guess it will be in your interest to put them all away whenever you get the chance.‘ I laughed loudly. He was close to a state of disorientation as the full horror and pervasiveness of all the new rules sunk in.

‘Be clear that all these rules will apply when we are alone and, when we have any superior female guests visiting. And remember each infringement will mean 30 with the cane and I won’t care if you end up with 300 strokes in an afternoon. Now repeat all of the deportment rules to me.‘

Some of you may recall that I posted in late 2014 about needing new false eyelashes for bitch-boy. I received a number of replies. None of the replies solved my problem. Some replies were very, very lazy and were simply a link to the home page of a normal false eyelash website. Some replies showed considerable effort had been made in trying to help me.

The image below shows the false eyelashes I have bitch-boy wear when dressed as sissy maid or little girl. They are, very much, on their last legs! I desperately need to replace them but cannot find their equivalent anywhere. Please help!!! I do not want to have him in false eyelashes less humiliating than the current ones. That would never do.

I received some interesting feedback on Volume 10 of my journals. The commenter was very generous with his appreciation of the journal but also said that the journal entries are all about the more extreme days and weekends in my life. Which is true because I thought that is what my loyal followers wanted. However he said he would also like to know about the days that are not extreme. The days when I go off to work and bitch-boy works at home. What routines are followed and what rules are in force? So, I will include a full entry on this in Journal 11.

Since receiving this comment, I have been jotting down a list of what I will need to include, I have been amazed at how long the list is becoming. It includes:
The 24/7 chastity, Shoe worship while I put on my make-up before leaving for work, Kissing my shoes before I walk out of the front door when he receives his chores list for the day, Making my lunch, Cleaning my shoes/boots for that day, Making sure my toilet paper is written on, The replenishing regime, The tidying-up-after regime, Shaving my legs, pits and cunt, Morning T&D – me in my 6 inch heeled mules and see-thru dressing gown, His gardening/ yard work to my requirements, Housework / laundry, My spitting in his beverages and drinks morning and evening, Him licking the dripping sweat from my flat stomach after I exercise in the morning, Him kissing my shoes/boots when I get home from work, My orgasms from his tongue some mornings/evenings. Canings for punishment, Deterrent canings, Pedicures, Washing my hair, Dealing with all the utility companies, the banking and spam and junk mail, Preparing/serving evening meals, Wearing a padlocked on rubber collar if he has no business meetings, (It’s rubber so he can shower in it).

I was a bit amazed at the length of the list of things I was not really counting as being in a ‘DS session’.

Obviously in my Journal I will provide all the fine detail.

Sissy Candy provided a comment with a fantastic link. The text is in a jumble but the content brought back memories of my very early days of reading femdom literature. Hardcopies! Here in the UK was a magazine which had various names over the years, Madame, Madames, Madames a World of Fantasy. The magazines had a letters section and the letters were very often from REAL LIFE Mistresses, detailing their lifestyles.

(I particularly remember Gillian and Margaret and they gave me my introduction to Dickie-Discipline, enforced chastity and tease and denial.) However, this post is about the women who provided letters about 24/7/365 sissy maids they OWNED. These letters were my inspiration. There was Mistress Pamela with a sissy maid called Candy Floss, there was Gina Parkinson and her sissy maid Suzette Faggot, there was Anita and her maid Fifi and I also remember Mary and her sissy maid Pansy.

What was special was that the detail and photos left no doubt these case studies were real AND the domination was as EXTREME as I think it possible to be.) I think I will get bitch-boy to turn the jumbled text in the linked pages above into some sort of order and then post the result somewhere.That will be a very tedious and ignominious task for him to do.)

It is interesting because most lifestyle Mistresses I know, allow times for their slave to behave in a vanilla way with them as I do with bitch-boy. bitch-boy, as I have stated many times, is highly intelligent, cultured, well read and well travelled. So I want his vanilla company when indulging in my non-DS pleasures – fine dining, travel, cinema, etc. Intelligent conversation and comment enhances my pleasure. This means bitch-boy and most other lifestyle slaves avoid true 24/7/365. But the women I have referred to above, took no pleasure in their slaves’ vanilla company and had other sources of such company. Something I am always keenly aware of is that bitch-boy’s life would also be 24/7/365, just like Suzette Faggot and the other sissy maids I mention above, were I to cease enjoying his vanilla company, or replace his vanilla company with that of someone else. It would be just as extreme because there would be no reason for it not to be. Knowing that I have this capability within me, is always food for thought. (BTW, when I do have vanilla times with bitch-boy I always begin them by telling him that I am about to use him for his vanilla company until he is otherwise informed. So he knows even then I am using him or exploiting him for MY pleasure – not allowing him equal status.)

Obviously there are some 24/7/365 things in bitch-boy’s life, like enforced chastity and never ever being allowed to fuck ever again, but his life falls far short of the continuous totalitarianism of the lives of the sissy maids I mention above. The women involved were superb and dedicated.

It is interesting that, now we have the internet there must be a million times more material available then there was in the times of those hardcopy magazines, but I can find no source of the material like the letters sections of those magazines. It saddens me. Occasionally the website Petticoated monthly comes up with the goods, and in the past has actually had letters from Anita about her maid Fifi, but it has been a good while since a letter from such a Mistress was posted.

On my advice pages I have added, at the top of the page, a further account of a couple who sought my advice recently. It is very interesting I think and Madame Vittoria is a pretty awesome Mistress I have to say. It is a shame the Atlantic separates she and I as I feel sure she would be a truly excellent collaborator in double-domming our respective, reluctant sissies!

Here is a link to some photos from her.

With the text in italics below,  I have updated my page entitled ‘Ladies Adopt the Lifestyle’, in the section of that page headed  – I WANT A HUSBAND, NOT A DOORMAT! I thought it might be of interest, hence this post.

Before you read that though, I reproduce relevant text from an earlier post:

bitch-boy, as I have stated many times, is highly intelligent, cultured, well read and well travelled. So I want his vanilla company when indulging in my non-DS pleasures – fine dining, travel, cinema, etc. His intelligent conversation and comment enhances my pleasure. This means bitch-boy (and most other lifestyle slaves avoid true 24/7/365). Something I am always keenly aware of is that bitch-boy’s life would be 24/7/365, just like Candy Floss, were I to cease enjoying his vanilla company, or replace his vanilla company with the vanilla company of someone else. It would be just as extreme because there would be no reason for it not to be. Knowing that I have this capability within me, is always food for thought.

I WANT A HUSBAND, NOT A DOORMAT!

Several times I have posted on women’s blogs who are playing at domination or chastity control and, in response to a question they pose,  I have set out a view of taking the steps required to move from a game to real domination. I often receive the response – I want a husband, not a doormat.

If only these women understood that a man dominated, punished and humiliated at home (or at selected friends’ homes) can still be your knight in shining armour when the need arises. My bitch-boy happens to be the most intelligent and courageous person I have ever met. Should we find ourselves in a dodgy part of a city at night, for instance, there is no one I would feel more secure with. If I have a tedious problem to resolve, he takes on anyone or any organisation on my behalf, with assertiveness and solutions to problems.

So I say to these women that play games. You can have your cake and eat it.

I am often asked by Dommes wanting to go for the full lifestyle, whether that means they must miss out on the companionship of their sub. I always respond by explaining how I carry on enjoying bitch-boy’s vanilla companionship WHEN I CHOOSE. I explain that there are times when I don’t do anything other than “hang out” with my sub. For example, sometimes, I get home from work and tell him that I can do whatever I want with him because I own him and tonight I am going to use him for his vanilla company. Its that simple for me. The same for family or work functions. bitch-boy is very intelligent and cultured so when watching a film or eating out at a very good restaurant, I want his vanilla company – his interesting and wise thoughts on what we are experiencing. Also, I like comedy – stand-up comedy and some TV series. Who wants to laugh alone?? So I will use bitch-boy for his vanilla company during comedy entertainment.
 
If we eat at a hotel with a top restaurant, I will tie him up and gag him on the bed at say, 6:00pm. I will give him a harsh dose of dickie-discipline. I will orgasm. Then I will release him and I tell him I now want his vanilla company while we eat the meal. bitch-boy understands that he is mine to use in any way I wish 24/7/365 and he understands that use includes that I will use him for his vanilla company at my whim.

Two Christmas presents so far, that he knows about.

This dress (plus the hair ribbon) from this on-line shop. bitch-boy will not be wearing panties though. His shaved genitals will be on full display. He will be wearing his padlocked-on pink Mary Jane shoes and frill topped ankle socks though.

This new Deep Heat product. bitch-boy is hoping it is less ‘intense’ then the hated Deep Heat Muscle Rescue. This new ‘roll-on’ product looks so convenient!

I do work hard to make his Christmas ’emotional’. I hope he will be grateful. Although I do wrap the presents in old newspaper. I would not want to spoil him with Christmas wrapping paper, even the cheap stuff.