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Well my post below has caused a number of followers to ask. ‘What is the Fretting Pose?‘ Those of you who have read my most recent journals will know that the Fretting Pose is something I have introduced to deeply shame bitch-boy when dressed in his little girl outfit and when he is not needed for a few minutes. I will instruct him to adopt the fretting pose if Governess Lexi and I are about to embark on some extended kissing and caressing in front of him, or she is about to lick me. Or I have him on my own and, for instance, I receive a phone call. I will curtly instruct – ‘Fretting Pose pansy-piece.‘

He must then stand, as he has been trained to do, with the toes of his Mary Jane shoes touching but the heels wide apart. His right hand must hold his right ear lobe by finger and thumb, his left thumb must be sucked in his mouth with his fingers in a fist. And there he stands, in his little girl outfit, utterly humiliated and looking profoundly ridiculous. (If he has had thick lipstick applied, which is often, he must simply hold his left thumb very close to his parted lips as though he is sucking on it.)

Well as a result of the foundation Governess Lexi has been thickly applying to bitch-boy’s face and the lipstick either she or I thickly apply to his lips, (and perhaps the result of the odd tear running down from his made-up eyes), the white satin Peter Pan collars to his newest shaming dress have some make-up on. Does anyone know how to remove make-up from white satin?

There is a simple protocol, once training on the protocol is concluded, to cause great humiliation to your sissy. Once he is all dressed up in his finery, and has completed any chores you may have given him, or at any time there is nothing to occupy him and he presents himself, you simply ask,

‘Pansy-piece, what would you like to do now?‘ He has been trained to always answer this question by saying,

‘Please Mistress, please can I play with my dollies now.’ Obviously his shame is intense and made worse with what follows. You respond by saying, in a very patronising, sarcastic tone,

‘Well of course you can play with your dollies pansy-piece, if that is what you want to do. Now sit on the floor over there and do some colouring-in with a dolly helping you.‘ So not only has he had to endure the shame of asking, but he then has to actually play with his dollies until further notice. Obviously if it is a default rule that he must always lisp, the ordeal is made worse still. And if you have one or more guests present the humiliation is deliciously deep. (Especially if they do not know of the pre-trained protocol – although they almost immediately guess it because of the shamed, miserable expression on sissies face.)

And the initial exchange can be dragged out. When sissy says,

‘Please Mistress, please can I play with my dollies now.’ You can respond by saying,

‘Is that what you really want to do you big pansy?’ Obviously he knows he must respond by confirming that he really does, and then you can twist the knife.

‘Well, aren’t you the most pathetic excuse for a man, wanting to play with dollies. Not a man at all are you, just a pathetic little sissy that deserves all he gets. So of course you can play with your dollies pansy-piece, if that is what you want to do so much. Now sit on the floor over there and do some colouring-in with a dolly helping you.‘

If you have a sissy maid, or French maid and your pleasure is the maid constantly doing chores, then the rule can be slightly different. Whenever he has finished a chore and presents himself, you ask,

‘Suzette, what would you like to do now?‘ Your maid has been trained to always answer this question by saying,

‘Please Mistress, please may I do another chore please Mistress.’ And of course you give him another chore; even if it is cleaning the floor or toilet he has just cleaned.

Believe me, the initial training is well worth the subsequent pleasure.

I am not sure if I have ever written on the blog about punishing the palms of the hands. Readers of my journals will have read detailed accounts of poor bitch-boy undergoing school girl detentions, part of which involves punishing his palms before he starts his line writing. (A kindness to warm them up so he can write more easily). LOL.

I think for safety it is best not to use a cane or wooden paddle. The ideal I think is a leather strap or tawse. The power rush is huge as the slave has to offer his, (or her – yes Play-toy gets her palms warmed before line writing too), palms up for punishing and then the painful smacks are delivered. Sometimes their willpower battles their pain threshold as they struggle to raise their palms up and out, but they know much worse would follow should the vulnerable palm not be offered up nicely.

Below is the edited text of two comments from maid matty, the second of which does focus on palm punishment. maid matty’s Mistress sounds fantastic!

Thank You mistress Scarlet, reading your blog has made me realise that You and my Mistress are the only women I know that fully understand the power that You both have. I am in awe of The two of You. This is a brilliant blog Mistress and the best that i have ever followed. I will if You don’t mind continue to contribute on occasion.

i am committed to my Mistress and do my utmost to please her. Unfortunately for me it never seems to be good enough. Sometimes when she inspects my housework she finds the minutest amount of dust or lint and I am forced to do the whole task again, I will also receive either the belt or the cane until my Mistress believes I have suffered enough to teach me my place. I have been thrashed by her and her friend receiving 25 strokes with a rattan cane from both of them. That was agonising I can assure You Mistress and certainly made me improve my performance. Thank you Ma’am for allowing me to share my recent escapades. Yours with respect maid matty.

Mistress Scarlet Ma’am, i am so pleased that you are happy for me to continue with my contributions. i would like to tell you of my daily routine when in service to my Divine Mistress. She likes me to rise at 6.30 am giving me time to bathe, shave and then dress in my black and white maids uniform, normally quite traditional for day time wear, and then head to the kitchen. i will then try to clear up any dishes that may have appeared over night and quietly tidy around the sitting room and other rooms that I have access to. I have to be careful and be very quiet as I would be severely punished should I disturb my Mistress. I will most likely have been given a time to serve her her morning drink. Quite often a peppermint tea or a cup of decaf coffee. This is usually served at eight o clock, and i must knock on her bedroom door and wait to be invited in to serve her.
Once quite out of the blue, my Mistress asked me to lift the hem of my skirt to check my panties and I was wearing a very cute pink pair with pretty bows at the front and sides. My heart stopped beating when she asked me to lift my top as I was wearing my comfiest black padded bra.  This is against Her rules. I am instructed to wear matching coloured bra and panties at all times Ma’am.  She told me to go down to Her punishment room and bring back Her three leather straps including the XH TAWSE and to report to Her in the kitchen. MY HEART SANK Mistress Scarlet. i am terrified of Her straps. But i had no choice and hurriedly did as ordered.
Two minutes later i was stood in front of my Mistress holding Her three leather belts in my hand. Mistress gave me the hardest beating on my bare hands, using the medium strap, followed by the heavy duty and then finally six on each hand with the XH Lochgelly TAWSE. It was a massive, massive effort to offer my beaten and bruised hands up to Her for the final three on each hand and I had tears streaming from my eyes. It was so painful Ma’am as she is super fit and strong. While she was beating me She never took her eyes from mine and the power and enjoyment i saw was unreal Mistress Scarlet. Just as you describe in Your stories Ma’am. You know what i mean i am sure.

Thank You for Your time .
With respect Ma’am, maid matty.x
Ps. After I was punished, my Mistress gave me a full list of chores to be completed for the day. i worked until halfpast midnight on various tedious household tasks. If people find this hard to believe , I’ m sorry. But it really is true.

I know like me, many Mistresses have invested either considerable time or money, or both, into some delightful humiliation outfits for our slaves. Outfits they hate which makes the outfits delightful. So these outfits can become quite precious, particularly if budget is limited. (The previous post is an example of one of my investments.) I am keenly aware of this for two reasons. (1) I am giving up work soon. (2) When I do I will be acquiring the skill of using a sewing machine as one of my new hobbies. (So, for instance, bitch-boy’s schoolgirl pleated gymslip, which currently reaches down to his knees, will be shortened so it only reaches down to his hips. I want it done more neatly than him hand sewing it.)

Well sometimes, inevitably, these precious outfits may become the subject of a little stain or mark which cannot be removed. Or even a quite large stain. When this happens you need not condemn the outfit to the trash. What I do is add an accessory to cover the stain. Items like those shown below from eBay can be sewn over a stain and simply enhance the shame of the outfit; making it even more fussy and elaborate. And of course your slave can be trained to do the sewing too.

A small stain near the tip of a Peter Pan collar? Well a ribbon bow gets sewn onto the tip of the corner of both collars (for symmetry) and the outfit actually seems even more humiliating – and the stain is hidden. There are small ribbon bows, HUGE ribbon bows and rosettes on eBay and they are very cheap! A large stain just off centre on the front of an outfit? Well sew a HUGE ribbon bow dead centre of the outfit to cover the stain.

And should your slave be put in an outfit so often that the habituation effect is diminishing its humiliation value, adding a couple of large bows can revitalise the humiliation value.

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I should add to yesterdays post that the apron I bought bitch-boy in August is superb to help keep his outfits clean while allowing the outfit under the apron to remain visible and thereby maintain humiliation levels. (Obviously should he fail to wear it when he should and a stain resulted, he would be punished very harshly.)

 The apron I bought is actually more see-thru than the one pictured.

It was fairly cheap so I am thinking of buying a second apron with which to increase the humiliation further. I am not sure how practical it will be to do, but I have read a number of times of forced sissy males with aprons, where the apron has a small hole in it perfectly located through which the male’s shaved genitals can protrude. I have read of the hole having a drawstring arrangement to keep the shameful package in place. The penis can be left bare to emphasise its below average size, or can have a ribbon tightly tied on it for extra sissyness.

One of my very favourite on-line stores, Birch Place Shop, sent me an email alert to a new range of products and clothing they are selling. Included in the selection was L.D.B. Estrogen Pills.

The results of taking the pills include:

• Skin firming and tightening the skin – smooth and soft, Enhanced breasts, More slender limbs, Wider hips, Decreased testosterone.

I know some males who long to look like females would love to take these pills, BUT, how frightening for a reluctant sissy, like bitch-boy, who hates being a sissy and dearly would like to be a man all the time!

I thought, fellow Domme sisters, that it would be very amusing to buy a bottle of the pills.  When they arrive and unbeknown to him, you could replace the pills with harmless vitamin C pills. Force your reluctant sissy take a pill each day. Then the mind-fucking can begin as you tell him you might have replaced them or you might not have. You can caress his ‘breasts’ and hips saying you think they are getting bigger. Any time he does not get a hard-on when normally expected , you can comment that its probably because his testosterone levels are fading away.

Obviously if he has not been allowed to read this blog post, you could replace them and not tell him you might have, so he 100% believes he is being made to take Estrogen.

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Well my collaboration with my newest Domme friend continues to go from strength to strength. What a fantastic collaborator she is! We have dates agreed up to Christmas and are just getting dates in the diary for next year. Dates for either me to go to her house or her to come to my house, and at whichever house it is, the resident submissive male is PROPERLY used and abused! The visits are now extended. Initially a couple of hours at a time, we are now aiming at around 6 hours each visit. Poor, poor bitch-boy at my house and poor, poor pansy-piece at Nicola’s house!

It has been interesting to observe Nicola’s evolution. One aspect in particular. She is much newer to the full-on domination approach than I, with my 15+ years experience. Initially Nicola was into inflicting physical pain (very much into that), and some bondage. But having seen the deeply profound mental pain (humiliation), endured by bitch-boy when I put him through a parody of a little girl routine in front of her, Nicola has been switched on to this form of sadism too. It has left me wondering how many other sadistic women there might be out there who have not tried seriously humiliating their subby male. Believe me the pain and suffering that can be inflicted through humiliation easily matches that of physical pain in an FLR relationship.

So often I have received comments on my blog from Dommes, with words to the effect that  – they love most of my posts except those involving humiliation through forced adoption by their males of sissy maid or schoolgirl or little girl roles. I don’t understand this but I guess we are all different.

I seriously cherish those times when I have bitch-boy so dressed and waiting with me outside a room in which one or two Dommes he has never met await. He physically trembles and whispers his desperate, pleading entreaties to me to be allowed to escape. My power rush and feeling of cruel decadence is off-the-scale! And then once he is standing in the middle of the room – the centre of attention, dragging out every moment of shame for him I can. Making it as bad as I can, almost always with the enthusiastic help of my guests. Guests who have quickly become aware of this male’s profound misery and, like me, just want it to be as bad as possible for as long as possible – they also feeling that delicious power over a helpless male and that feeling of relaxed malevolence and decadence. No self consciousness for us regarding our cruelty, no mercy or pity for him.

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It seems to me, by my study of submissives, that there are two types of Malevolent  Females. One type generates awe in submissives, the other type does not. Yet the relevant behaviours of both types are almost identical.

Some women are mentally weak and let down the gender I’m afraid. A woman who has easily lost her temper and is out of control, not thinking about the effects of her actions, while slapping a male’s face a few times. Not very awe inspiring. BUT, a woman completely in control of herself, calm, fully aware of the shame she is bringing to the male, while slapping his face a few times, and enjoying herself – well that inspires considerable awe in a submissive. Same activity but very different outcome.

Replace slapping the submissive’s face with kicking or spitting or any other type of bullying behaviour  and the issue is the same.

The waters are muddied when it comes to shouting or swearing because shouting and swearing is often associated with loss of control or an absence of vocabulary. A woman who has easily lost her temper and is out of control, not thinking about the effects of her actions, while shouting or swearing at a passive male is not very awe inspiring. BUT, a woman aware of the disrespecting impact of shouting and swearing at a passive male in a controlled way, who has an alternative profanity-free vocabulary she is choosing not to use –  again that inspires considerable awe in a submissive.

I am not someone who shouts or swears hardly ever. You, dear fellow Domme, may be the same. If so, you are holding onto a lovely little tool to shock and frighten your submissive from time to time. Someone shouting at you or swearing at you is offensive. It is disrespectful. Obviously, one of our pleasures and objectives is to have our submissive feel very disrespected. Second class. The lowest of the low in the pecking order.

So just occasionally I might shout at bitch-boy. The following scenario is an example: I am sitting chatting with two female guests in the sitting room. bitch-boy enters the room and curtseys. When I am ready, I look at him. He reports that he has finished the laundry. I make an enquiry. ‘Did you iron my pillow cases before putting the pillows in?’ He looks confused and anxious. I have never asked for this before. (But who says a Mistress has to be fair?) He answers, with trepidation, that he did not. I raise my voice and the final word is shouted. ‘YOU LAZY SLUT. WELL GO AND DO THAT, NOW!’ He looks humiliated, frightened and upset. He quickly curtseys and leaves the room. I turn  my guests smiling broadly. ‘It is so amusing to terrorise my little puppet from time to time.’

If you have read all of my journals, you will have come across one of the rare occasions I like to swear. In bed with a lover at the end of the night, ready for sleep. bitch-boy stands before us at the side of the bed, I give him his instructions for the following morning – quiet chores,  alarm call and breakfast in bed for my lover and I. Once he has received and understood his instructions, I deliver my final words to him of the day, ‘Now fuck-off to your lonely bed, bitch.’

A recent scientific study found that lavender and tea tree oils boost oestrogen and inhibit testosterone in men. I know nothing about the use of essential oils but I thought Dommes may be interested to know about the properties of these oils.

An issue arises. It seems that if you are a Domme most interested in the teasing and denial of a chastity controlled submissive,  you should avoid these oils for your submissive because they will dampen that desperate male drive for orgasm.

While if  you are a Domme most interested in the serious, enforced feminisation of your male submissive, then you should use these oils to the maximum safe levels in order to dampen male traits, promote feminine bodily features and perhaps even some male breast growth.

Obviously if you are a Domme interested in both the teasing and denial of a chastity controlled submissive,  and the serious enforced feminisation of that male submissive then you have a choice to make regarding these oils – to use or not to use, that is the question.

So following a request I found two letters in my archive from the wonderful old MADAME magazine of the 1980s regarding another mother-in-law. The mother of Mary from Maxstoke. I have posted a letter from Mary and one from her Denise  her friend in the Domme’s Letter section of this blog. The two letters go as far as the previously published letter from Pamela.

I have not read the letters, I am so busy, so let me know if there are any problems with them. I do remember Mary and her mother operating at the pinnacle of petticoat disciple and male subjugation.

I expand below a comment I made in discussion about mothers-in-law and the powerful response this topic has elicited.

I think a mother-in-law (MIL) in charge means that there is no pretending it is just a game. I also think the following:
It is more powerful than sisters-in-law because a MIL in this role is likely to be a widow or divorced and may well have no interest in meeting a new male vanilla partner, meaning they can focus on their new hobby, (of making their SIL miserable for as many of his waking hours as possible), without any distractions. Focus both effort and a great deal of time. Given they may well be retired too, they can indeed become engrossed in their new hobby, it giving them more pleasure than any vanilla hobby and them having 24/7 spare time to do so.

MILs can be extremely defensive over their daughters and if a male has hurt a daughter in some way are likely to hold a very serious grudge for years and years and have no pity in extracting revenge and judicial punishment for hurting their daughter. On the same theme MILs are likely to encourage their daughter to cuckold the male and do anything else for the daughter’s pleasure regardless of the terrible anguish to the male. Their daughter’s happiness being all they would think is important.

Finally the daughter/wife may well be very attractive while the MIL much less so, but the male may have to perform intimate services for the MIL. Another ‘injustice’ over which no guilt or pity will be felt.

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43 year old William won the lottery, big time! He gave his wife of 23 years half the prize money but he left her. He could now find and live his lifelong dream; to be the live-in slave of a beautiful young dominant woman. He put the bulk of his money into a trust fund which delivered him a very large monthly sum. On a contact site, after several false starts, he finally found a Dominatrix who, when he had told her of his lottery win and his dream, agreed to have him as a live-in slave and retire from her profession. After a month of the arrangement, his personal Dominatrix had his internet bank details and pin numbers. She changed them all so only she knew how to access all his money.

Then she gave him away to her mother and aunt, both widows who lived together. Each month they received a third of his monthly income from the trust fund and the ex-dominatrix took the rest. The mature women were harsh, meticulous and ruthless in their training of him. He had no escape. When his maid’s chores were done each day, he was then dressed as a little girl and forced to play with dollies until early bedtime. The only two modes he ever now lived; maid or parody of a little girl. Always kept in the strictest chastity, allowed only spoiled orgasms and never allowed erections. Always on hand to perform the most intimate services for his mature owners, who had no shame over what each made him do for them in the privacy of her bedroom.

The beautiful young ex-dominatrix would visit every other Sunday afternoon to gloat and to laugh at him playing with his dollies. Her mother would aggressively mock him for ever thinking he was worthy of living with a such a beautiful, intelligent young woman like her daughter. This is William’s story.

Castre produces some great art. As the above image shows, for which I posted my little story to accompany the image. And here is another. The shopping trip. There are a few more on this Tumblr site and on the Petticoat Monthly website.

I have heard of this regimen and have to say the concept of a submissive male sex toy and slave conditioned to never be able to obtain an erection is VERY HOT INDEED! I can’t see I would ever do this to bitch-boy, if indeed it was possible, because making his little clitty hard, even though he would rather it wasn’t, so that I can punish and torture the turgid object quite cruelly, is too much of a pleasure to ever want to lose.

I do love though that, for 99% of the time he is being tormented and humiliated, he has no erection at all and this obvious indicator that he is getting no sexual arousal from his subjugating circumstances while I, (and girlfriend when with me), are repeatedly orgasmsing is very hot.

I always remember this excerpt paragraph from Pamela about her slave Candy Floss.

Although Royston and I make use of Candy sexually she is taught that it is for our pleasure, not hers, and she will never be allowed to have an orgasm, serving her attractive black owners should be pleasure enough for our shy, timid little slave maid. When I first came into possession of Candy, I set myself a 5 year target of making her completely impotent. This has meant a tearful caning each time her little penis tries to erect inside its chastity device. To start with this meant every time I used Candy’s tongue for my intimate pleasure, but she is learning. The conditioning is working. I am accelerating the conditioning by often having Candy moisturise my whole body after I have showered or bathed. A tearful caning normally follows the moisturising. My firm thighs, my shaved labia, my heavy breasts and my firm shapely rear all test her rule of impotence. But each caning is her fault. If she keeps her little encased penis flaccid, she does not get the cane. It is her choice.

And a new recent excerpt from Petticoated.com.

I had written to you earlier describing my use of chastity training with my dear sissy husband Chrissy. As I mentioned in that letter, not only has Chrissy been petticoated and kept in a chastity 24/7, but I also used a spiked chastity device in such a way that he has been conditioned to be unable to get an erection, rendering the poor little thing quite impotent (which had been my goal, of course).

As I also mentioned in that letter, I do subject Chrissy to a regiment of occasional prostate milkings – which, for a couple of reasons, he finds rather unpleasant. One reason is that he reports that the feeling itself is simply odd. Not at all like an orgasm, but instead, just uncomfortable. However, the major reason for his dislike of his milking sessions is that he finds them so humiliating.

Of course, for a sissy husband to be as deprived as he is of any sexual pleasure, the experience of being milked is quite inherently demeaning and humiliating – reinforcing his lowly status within the marriage and serving as an abject reminder to him of his lack of any semblance of masculinity or male rights. But in addition to that, my poor hubby almost always is milked in front of, and for the amusement of, my friends.

Chrissy, of course, is assigned sissy maid duty for these evenings – cleaning the house, preparing hors d’oeuvres, greeting my guests as each one arrives (always with a proper curtsy), taking drink orders, and so on.

The signal that a milking is going to take place is when I instruct Chrissy to go get my rubber gloves and the lubricant. The poor dear always gets a crestfallen look at that point, and he has been known, before they arrive, to tearfully beg and plead with me not to shame him by milking him in front of my friends, but needless to say, his pleadings always fall on deaf ears.

When he returns, and while I put on one of the gloves, he obediently spreads a layer of newspapers on one of our coffee tables, then compliantly gets on the papers on his hands and knees and pulls up his skirt to above his waist and then pulls his panties down to around his lower thighs. I then unlock and remove his chastity, and while my friends watch, I play with his limp little sissy clit, showing them all how small he is and also how completely unable he is to achieve an erection of any kind. Although they have all seen this demonstration a number of times, my friends never cease to find it both fascinating and surprising, and they love to tease my poor hubby relentlessly about both his lack of size and especially his inability to get hard. I love watching hubby becoming distressed with other women making him miserable.

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Further to my last post, by coincidence, a second letter was published in Petticoated.com from the Mistress wife of impotent husband sissy maid Chrissy.

What follows is an excerpt relevant to my last post.

Obviously, Chrissy and I do not have intercourse. Even when we first started dating, when I saw how small he was, I had no interest in being with him in “that way”. And now that his teeny peeny is in a perpetually limp state, he couldn’t perform even if I let him try. But that doesn’t mean he can’t satisfy me in another way – that is, with his mouth. In fact, most days end with Chrissy’s face between my legs. Usually she is on her back as I straddle her face – and I must say that she has become very skilled at using her lips and tongue in that position to bring me the pleasure I desire.

And for the past few years, I have often added a face dildo to our routine – one that is strapped in place over Chrissy’s chin in such a way that Chrissy can still work her magic with her tongue while I give the dildo an energetic ride. Chrissy is often left with her lipstick totally smeared and with slightly sore (or even bruised) lips – but those are outcomes Chrissy relishes as signs that I really enjoyed myself!

But that is not the only kind of sex I have. Throughout the many years of our relationship, I have had boyfriends – handsome, well-endowed, professionally successful men who take me out on dates (to dinner, to a show, perhaps to a concert – and occasionally on luxurious and very romantic and sex-filled vacations). Of course, I do all of this with Chrissy’s knowledge and approval, because she understands that I have needs that she simply can’t completely satisfy.

………..

Chrissy had finished giving the house a thorough cleaning and had done the laundry, and she was ready to do one of the things she most loves in life – to be my helper as I get ready for a date.

Chrissy started by running my bath for me, then helped me undress, and when I was in the bath I enlisted her services to help wash me and shampoo my hair. Then while I relaxed in the warm bath for a few more minutes Chrissy waited obediently at attention with two large bath towels in hand – which she wrapped around my body and my hair as I stepped out. I then sat while Chrissy polished my fingernails and toenails (she actually took some cosmetology classes a few years ago and does an excellent job) and then dried and brushed my hair. During this time we chatted – about where Ross and I were going that evening and so on. I confess that I also teased her a bit (as I often do) about how different she is from Ross and about how much I was looking forward to feeling Ross’s strong arms around me, his lips against mine, and his beautiful big hard cock inside of me.

Chrissy did get a little sad at that moment, and said that she sometimes wonders what her life would have been like if she weren’t such a small-dicked sissy. Her sad look and comment amused me, and in response I gave her a little kiss and reminded her how fortunate she is to be my beloved sissy maid, and that it was silly of her to waste time thinking about how different things might have been for her if she had a bigger cock because – it was obvious that she was born to be a sissy, and that it was laughable to even think about her as a “real man”.

………..

Chrissy greeted us at the door in her well-trained way – with a curtsy and with eyes submissively down. Then as we went into the TV room, Chrissy brought us drinks and asked if there was anything else she could do for us. By then I was sitting on a couch with my head on Ross’s shoulder and his arm around me, while Miranda was on a chair in Alex’s lap – and it was Miranda who told Chrissy that Alex wanted to see her limp little peeny. Chrissy blushed a deep shade of red and looked at me to see if this was something she really had to do. Of course, I nodded yes – and Chrissy then obediently stood in front of Alex and lifted up her skirt to show him her little sissy clit in its chastity. I reached down to my anklet (where I keep the key), unlocked the chastity, and then showed how Alex how completely unresponsive Chrissy’s clitty is even when it’s squeezed and stroked. I also showed Alex the design of the chastity (with its internal spikes) so that he could really understand how the conditioning had occurred. Of course, every time I gave Chrissy’s limp peeny a flick, we all laughed, while Chrissy hung her head in shame.

I then put Chrissy’s chastity back on and dismissed her…………..

Ross and I went up to my bedroom.

On our way to the bedroom, I also called out for Chrissy to join us. Now, I should explain that, usually, I do not permit Chrissy to be present when I’m in the bedroom with my boyfriends, but occasionally I do – as a kind of reward when Chrissy has been particularly well behaved (as she had been this past Saturday). So while Ross led me by the hand to the bedroom, Chrissy scampered behind us, and while Ross and I stood kissing and embracing and petting each other, Chrissy knelt on the floor beside us. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I stepped back so that Chrissy could do what she knew would be her role – removing my clothes. This is, as they say, a bit of a bittersweet task for Chrissy, because she loves everything involved in slowly removing my clothing and lingerie to reveal my beautiful nakedness, but at the same time, she is painfully aware at all moments that she is doing it to prepare me for sex with my boyfriend.

While I was being disrobed, Ross removed all of his clothes except for his boxers – though they did little to hide the evidence of his arousal. And when I was completely naked, Chrissy then crawled on her hands and knees over to Ross to remove Ross’s one remaining item of clothing – something Chrissy has learned to do very carefully. And then finally, when Ross’s gorgeous erection was in full sight – and as I always do at that moment – I made Chrissy focus all of her attention on it, noting how much bigger it was than hers had ever been, and I then directed Chrissy to give it some gentle kisses and to lubricate the head with her tongue. It always gives me a little thrill to watch Chrissy doing that – partly because it is the prelude to taking Ross’s huge cock inside of me, but also because it is such a powerful demonstration of how well my sissy husband has been trained and of how fully she has come to accept her position of effeminate sissified subservience in our relationship. And then – after giving the tip of Ross’s hard cock on final kiss, Chrissy left –as I always require her to do at that point – and then Ross and I got into bed for a night of passionate lovemaking.

I recently had a comment from a follower that included a question. I have answered the question but wondered if other Dommes may have ideas to add to my answers? First the follower’s question, (edited).

…….it appears sissy chrissy has been in her role as a sissy maid for quite sometime 24/7. I wonder then about sissy chrissy’s embarrassment at having to show his impotence to a group of women.  Of course, for a male this would be beyond humiliating but with anything, after enough time, situations can become very familiar and lose their impact. If sissy chrissy were to present herself everyday for 10 years, it is unlikely her embarrassment would be the same on day 1 as it is after 10 years.

In your experience, how do you maintain the impact of such embarrassements? Or do you think that submissives (consciously or unconsciously) allow themselves to continue feeling the embarrassment to further fuel their submission…….

My answer follows:

Regarding your question, ‘How to maintain the impact if such embarrassments?’

First I would say submissives, (consciously or unconsciously), <strong>ABSOLUTELY DO NOT </strong>allow themselves to continue feeling the embarrassment to further fuel their submission. I do not believe this is even possible. I don’t think someone can make themselves feel embarrassment if they do not feel it.

This topic is very important to me because it might actually be my favourite power rush when I have bitch-boy dressed in the absolute worst possible shaming outfit and knowing he will shortly be performing ludicrous acts in his outfit, and we stand outside the door of the room <strong>IN WHICH A NEW DOMME WOMAN HE HAS NEVER MET BEFORE</strong>, awaits. He actually physically trembles and whispers his desperate pleading and I feel SO POWERFUL smiling at and rejecting his heartfelt pleading. It is the end of the world for him. Its delicious.

So one way to maintain impact is a NEW woman to be present.

Another way is three or more women. The dynamic becomes overwhelming for the sub and they metaphorically shrink at the triple onslaught.

Another way is to make sure the women are dressed in clothes they would wear in the street. (High heels are good if they make the women taller then the male, otherwise not necessary.) The point of this is that the submissive is shamed in some extraordinary way, but at the same time, the women are not dressing in any special way linked to eroticism. He is the ludicrous creature, they are relaxed and it is just another day for them. It is not a special occasion for them. It is just a highly amusing distraction. For maximum impact they must not act up in a theatrical way, just be themselves.

Another way is big age difference. A submissive in mid forties presented with some women, one of which is in her very early twenties or a woman in say, her very late fifties seems to have a BIG IMPACT!

Other ways involve ‘small’ changes. Changes seem to bring back the full misery. Perhaps a new venue. If it is normally indoors, have it all outside on the patio. Perhaps got to one of the other women’s houses.

Another change is a change of outfit for the submissive. If it is normally sissy maid. Go for parody of a 3 year old little girl, or a parody of a ten year old 1950’s school girl, or a sissy boy outfit of huge lemon yellow satin shorts and a matching satin top with huge white Peter Pan collars.

Another change, for the particular example in question, on one occasion, paint the floppy little organ bright green with indelible stain. Or rub into the organ some nasty embrocation cream just before locking it back in its spiked cage and then laugh when the tears and physical distress begins.

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I mentioned sometime ago that I had been gifted, although in a terrible mess of different media types, just about every letter Ms GP had published, in the long defunct Madame Magazine, about her extreme regime for her very long term slave-maid  Susette Faggott.

I have decided that while I cannot take bitch-boy away from his many duties serving me to put these in chronical order, I will have him convert them, all to be read on one long blog page. To this end I will be deleting my blog menu option of Q & A’s for bitch-boy, and replacing it with ‘Susette F’s life’. This page will be a randomly ordered compilation of all the material I have on the creature’s life.

Mr F.

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Absolute A to Z on Female Domination

22 September 2018

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The Petticoat Discipline Quarterly Forum is on offshoot of Petticoat Discipline Monthly. One has to be registered and logged in to be able to view thumbnail images, otherwise it seems all else can be viewed without registering and logging in.

Some of the Female Supremacy views on the forum, couched as Feminism, are remarkable and from the point of view of a cruel dominant woman, pretty exciting. And I am sure from the point of view of a submissive male, very affecting.

I have yet hardly dipped my toe into the waters of the forum’s many posts and threads, but a number of the feminists and a number of the submissives reporting on their lives under female control, make a great read. The most exciting aspect, I think, is it all appears very real; almost no fantasy.

I sincerely hope the following do not mind me highlighting their posts as a fascinating and thought provoking read. Radical Feminist, Brigitte, Sara in charge, Gemma (of whose exploits have been detailed in the Petticoat Discipline Monthly), SheWearsThePants and Sissycindylynn.

No doubt there are many others worthy of mention and if, dear blog follower, you dip your toes into the waters of the posts of this forum and find others worthy of mention, you will leave an appropriate comment on this blog. I have registered on the forum and will be posting in due course.

Images like these below along with the following paraphrased and amalgamated text are quite thought provoking!

All men owned by woman and in a permanent chastity cage and only allowed rare prostate milked relief. Subjected to all that women have been subjected to in the past. A tight corset always, shaved from the neck down, the frilliest most ludicrous outfits possible, heavy make up and false eyelashes, very high heels always, a pink butt plug, penetrated whenever the sissy’s owner wants to have some fun. The male’s existence being only to do chores and be an amusement in lesbian households.

Obviously all men treated like this is a fantasy, but for the women creating this scenario, it is a desire they truly hold; and taking steps to move society to it is what they truly do.

Four medium length stories of ruthless female domination in scenarios quite different I believe from anything I have written about before. 56,000 words in length. Giving up work has given me time to let my mind and keyboard wander away from my wonderful reality for a while.

Sugarbutt is a tale of pitiless revenge and personal profit on the ocean.

The Scaled up Android Babysitter is a tale from the very near future exploiting new technology in a merciless way.

Retirement Home is a tale of two young women from the wrong side of the tracks, making the most, in a radical and enduring way, of a male’s compulsion to submit to cruel females.

No rights for the ‘help’ is a tale of three sisters importing ruthless dominance values to their houses in the Western world.

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