My first review of my recently published Short Stores Volume 2, has been received and is very pleasing!
A brilliantly unique and erotic compilation of short stories. Each rich in characterisation and imagination! Thank you Mistress Scarlet.
Paperback at LULU.COM ePub at LULU.COM
AMAZON KINDLE
USA, UK, DE, FR, ES, IT, NL, JP, BR, CA, MX, AU, IN.
Soon to be available on iBooks/iTunes, Nook, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Ingram etc.
This post is strictly for those who wish me to publish as many letters as possible about the famous Suzette Faggott, (AKA Maid Milly). Letters mainly from the Madame magazines of the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s. I am in the middle of producing a post of all of them I have.
Below is a list apparently of all that were ever published. I do not know the exact dates of 4A, 30 or 31. The dates or Magazine numbers they were in would be useful.
More importantly I do not have any of those highlighted with a red font. If any blog follower has a link to any of these online, it would be good if you could point to a link where I can download them. Or if anyone has an electronic file version, copy and paste it to me in a comment on this post.
(Obviously when I refer to ‘me’, it will actually be bitch-boy doing all the grunt work!)
2. Facsimile Of A Female Servant.
(Madame magazine Vol 7, No 1.. 1981, reprinted in Bobbie Swan’s Our Way (BSOW) Sept ’98 )
3. Changed Your Mind Mr. S.T ?
(Madame Vol 8, No 5. reprinted BSOW Oct ’98)
4. Star Of Anniversary Time
(Madame Vol 11, No 9 )
5. Bizarre Anniversary Plans
(Madame Vol 13, No 1, reprinted BSOW Nov ’98)
6. A Faggott Update
(Madame Vol 13, No 2 )
7. Further Experiences Of A She-Male Maid
(Madame Vol 13, No 11)
8. More News Of Faggott
(Madame Vol 14, No 1, reprinted BSOW Dec ’98)
9. A Long Suffering Male Maid
(Madame Vol 15, No 6, reprinted BSOW Jan ’99)
10. Fem / Dom In The USA (A RIVAL TO FAGGOT) (Madame Vol 16, No 8)
11. Happy With The Results Of My Manipulative Training
(Madame Vol19, No 4, reprinted BSOW Feb ’99)
12. Carrot And Stick
(Madame Vol 21, No 10, reprinted BSOW Mar “99)
13. Life In Service Of A Male Maid
(Madame Vol 23, No 12, reprinted BSOW April ’99)
14. No Sex Just Servitude To Provide Satisfaction
(Madame ? 1997)
15. Mistress Of The Month
(BSOW Sept, ’99)
16. Faggott Gets Rubber Sheets
(BSOW Sept, ’99)
17. Hotel Lunch
(BSOW Nov, ’99)
18. Faggott Is Properly Punished
(BSOW Nov, ’99)
19. Maidhood, Susette In Ontario
(BSOW Jan, 2000)
20. A Christmas Story, Part One
(BSOW Mar, 2000)
21. A Christmas Story, Part Two
(BSOW Jan, 2001)
22. A Christmas Story, Part Three
(BSOW Aug 2001)
23. Maid Specific
(BSOW Oct, 2001)
24. More About Susette Faggott
(BSOW April, 2002)
25. A Summer Story, Part One
(BSOW Sept, 2002)
26. A Summer Story, Part Two
(BSOW Nov, 2002)
27. A Summer Story, Part Three
(BSOW Aug, 2003)
28. Dyeing To Please
(BSOW Oct, 2003)
29. Faggott’s Christmas Present
(BSOW ??)
30. NO DATE: Born or Made
31. NO DATE: Faggott and Brad
Just to keep you all in the loop, I will wait a couple of weeks to see if anyone sends me any of the missing letters about S Faggott that I can insert into those I already have in chronological order. Then I will post all I have in the best chronological order I can.
Follow THIS LINK for the historic letters about Suzette Faggott. Ms GP was quite some lifestyle Mistress!
The page is found by clicking on the tab at the top of the home page entitled Dommes’ Letters which brings up a drop-down menu.
bitch-boy had to put a lot of grunt work in just to get them to this level of organisation. I could not spare any more of his time to go further.
Should anyone have any of the missing letters, please contact me with a comment so I can add to this archive.
Enjoy!
To what does the heading refer? I refer to tone of voice and demeanour.
One thing I REALLY love, which you occasionally see in Femdom videos, is the schizophrenic tonal style Dommes can adopt when there is more than one of them present with one sub male.
The females speak to each other with sweet voices and a pleasant, patient, demeanour; BUT, in an instant, when their voice is directed at the male sub, sweet and pleasant is replaced with malevolent and impatient and irritated. Then, speaking to the sub is over, and the tone and demeanour of sweet and pleasant and patient returns as the Domme addresses a fellow female.
Two Dommes or several Dommes applying this schizophrenic tonal style alternation is a delight to witness. It is something Mistress Nicola does sometimes when visiting bitch-boy and I, and it is a joy to witness.
The implication is clear. The Domme applying this schizophrenic tonal style alternation demonstrates what a considerate, contented and polite person she is when addressing a fellow female, but then, when addressing the sub she shows her utter contempt of him and absence of patience or leniency. She is irritated the male exists at all. Slow responses will not be tolerated. The smallest infractions will not be tolerated. Delightful!
My new BDSMLR site that replaced my Tumblr site already has 1600 followers. I imagine so far BDSMLR has far fewer users than Tumblr.
My Tumblr site had over 18,000 flowers before Tumblr was sold and ‘explicit’ images were banned. I always took from the number of followers an indication that there were/are many people who share my tastes in female dominance. Particularly things not in the Femdom mainstream industry, like; #males distressed by petticoating humiliation, #males undergoing hours of tedium, #males being humiliated and ignored, #wives, girlfriends and or mothers-in-law dressed in everyday clothes humiliating a male who is naked, or is a sissy maid or school-girl, #the use and abuse of males in everyday homes, #’lesbian’ wives with their girlfriends cuckolding their chastised husbands .
So where possible, I do not post images in dungeons or where women are in corsets, leather or PVC. Some examples:
When I imply ‘I post’, that is not actually the case. bitch-boy is given a number by me, of posts to make each week, sometimes high, sometimes low. And these posts must all be images I LIKE VERY MUCH. If I do not like one, or I am inadequately titillated by one, he is, of course, punished. And given his state of sexual denial and his inescapable chastity cage, I am sure the poor thing finds this task quite a trial!
There are no posts of lesbian domination. As much as I adore a pic of a helplessly bound and very vulnerable female submissive, I feel such imagery is not suitable for male submissives to be pointed toward.
Well I continue with the, so far very popular, posting of delectable comments I have received on posts on this blog, which most of you, it seems, will not have read.
This time, let me know if you like this post. 6000! words of comments from one of my very, very favourite contributors, Carla.
I post some photos from her here that are relevant to some of the comments that follow. Also within the text below there is a link to my BDSMLR site of a photo from Carla involving male genetalia. (I never feature genitalia images on this blog, for fear of being closed down.)
Carla’s comments – oldest first
Hello Mistress Scarlett,
Like you, I my husband (actually second marriage but that is long story) is now my total sissy maid/slave-by his choice I must add. My boyfriend, who my sissy husband must also serve, discovered your website and through it your publications. We have read 2 volumes of your diaries. We have found them both great reads as well as instructive in ways to further degrade, humiliate and make the sissy’s life even more miserable, much to our and our friends amusement and entertainment.
I would be happy to share some of the ways I use and abuse pussie ( sissy’s name) and I have
a few pictures ( no faces) I could share if you are interested. If so please let me know.
regards,
Carla Thomas
Hello Ms Scarlet,
Sorry it has taken me so long to respond- I wrote you a few weeks ago offering to provide pictures and information about how I humiliate and punish my sissy husband if you were interested. You responded saying yes.
As way of background my sissy husband, who I call pussie, found your blog and showed it to me. I have made him purchase 3 volumes of your diaries which I love to read. You have given me a number of wonderful ideas about how I can use, abuse and degrade pussie for my and my friends entertainment and amusement and the sissy’s misery.
I have two suggestions/ ideas you might enjoy. First while I love the petticoat punishment outfits you make bitchboy wear, I note that all of the outfits focus on humiliation but none on making the sissy miserably uncomfortable. pussie had a sweater fetish, while at the same time being very sensitive to itchy wool himself. So almost all of pussie’s outfits are made of horribly hot itchy wool-mohair, lopi and even sheeps wool.
You often describe in detail the sweaters you and your guests wear , not to mention pansie boy’s woolen mittens, so I am guessing you know that many have a sweater fetish. Add that fetish to the misery of wearing hot itchy wool girly-sissy outfits and you can imagine how miserable and frustrated I can make pussie. So pussie has a number of school girl uniforms, all of heavy wool flannel for the skirts and dresses, and itchy wool sweaters ( jumpers as you say) to wear right against the sissy’ skin over a bra. pussie also has a pink thick wool knit cheerleader outfit, and a woolen romper to do chores and get punished in.
My second suggestion is a wonderfully cruel punishment for pussie using a toilet bowl brush which is described below. I am sending you two pictures of my sissy husband pussie. The first shows pussie in his maid’s scrub outfit. It consists of a teenage girl red and white wool dress- way too small and super tight fitting on pussie over a bra, and then a wooly pink mohair sweater. I took this picture after pussie finished cleaning the kitchen and before the sissy was off to do the bathrooms. What you can’t tell from the picture is that this was taken on a 90+ summer day!
The second picture [LINK TO THE SECOND PICTURE] shows what pussie is made to wear while cleaning. It is a wired toilet bowl scrub brush. The wooden handle goes straight up with coarse twine threaded through the handle hole and tied just under pussie’s chest so that the wire brush part hangs down between pussie’s legs with the brush bent slightly inward toward the crotch. Twine is tied to the bottom of the brush and a second length of twine is tied around pussie’s wee wee. The twine tied to the brush is pulled back between pussie’s legs , up through his rear cheeks ( the twine is very coarse) and tied in back to the twine around his chest. Then I take the twine tightly tied just behindthe head of the wee-wee and pull it through the bristle brush yanking the wee-wee through the bristles until the brush is back as far as it can go on the shaft. To make sure the wee-wee slides easily through the brush I first coat the wee-wee with extra strength icey hot or something similar ( Tiger Balm is even more effective).
It does not take very long for pussie’s wee-wee and inner thighs to be very red and sore- poor thing walks and crawls soslowly when wearing the toilet bowl brush :). You can just imagine how sore pussie is after just a few hours with the brush on- and it is always on for at least 7-8 hours. Poor pussie’s wee-wee is soooo sore the sissy does not want to touch it even if I tell him he can play with himself to get relief- something that happens very rarely :-). I do give pussie prostate massages every few weeks for health reasons. I also shave pussie’s balls and genital area front and back at the same time as the milking- the pubic hairs and his milky substance make a delightful meal for pussie, which the sissy must lick out of its pink doggie bowl!!
Hi Carla
It was a pleasure to receive and read your email. I hope it does not offend you if I write that you seem to be as mean to your pet as I am to mine, and have complete power as I do. Not so many dominant women are really like us, so I feel we have significant attributes in common. I guess you are in the States. What a shame we cannot get together.
I love the toilet brush torment.
I am afraid that bitch-boy does not have a wool fetish although the sight of a tight-fitting soft mohair sweater on a good female body is something he finds very arousing (frustrating given his denial). He does have a high heels shoes and boots fetish though, and a fetish for my feet when wearing high heeled shoes. This is wonderful because I adore wearing high heels. An easy and powerful tease when he is locked in his tube and he has been denied for a few weeks.
He does have a pair of hessian knickers (purchased from the web) which I occasionally make him wear when doing his chores but I don’t think these are as uncomfortable as I require. His Christmas present of lockable 5 inch heeled, pink ankle strap shoes are however very, very uncomfortable for him. I currently fix him by his posture collar to a beam in the ceiling of my sitting room, with his wrists bound, gagged and blindfolded – in his hated shoes. I am training him to wear them for extended periods. I watch TV. He has to remain silent for the duration. He is currently up to 25 minutes. It is a delight to watch his legs tremble and him fruitlessly shift his weight from one foot to the other during the last few minutes.
Another discomfort is his square of coir matting. It is 12 inches by 12 inches. He has to kneel on it while sucking his stick-on dildo, stuck to the wall. He has to sit on it on a chair at the dining table when he is a schoolgirl writing lines. He has to sit on it on his little girl’s chair when he is playing with his dolly or watching his Disney princess DVD. It leaves lovely marks on knees or bottom and he groans deliciously when lifting his weight from it and the new pain bites.
I hope these simple and inexpensive torments give you some new ideas with which to torment your sissy. I would very much enjoy exchanging ideas with you in the future. By sharing the torments that we put our sissy subs through we can double both their misery and our pleasure.
Best wishes,
Scarlet
Hi Scarlet,
I wanted to drop a note and thank you for taking the time to share with me some of the
ways you torment Bitch boy. I had pussie order Volume 3 of your diaries so we now have a complete set.
[LINK TO ALL 14 VOLUMES OF MY JOURNALS], Now I have taken to having pussie, dressed in one of his wooly sissy school girl outfits, read the diary entries to me a few nites each weeks. It is very entertaining and amusing for me, and any guests who might be at the house ( more about that later). pussie does not find it at all fun since the sissy must read in its sissy voice, and where you have bitch boy lisping, pussie must read the text in exactly the same way!
When pussie reads he must stand with perfect posture, no slumping shoulders or bent legs, his sweatered 38DDs thrust out. One hand is held in behind in the small of his back, the other holds the book. pussie may use the hand behind his back to quickly turn the page but then it goes right back behind. I added your requirement that the sissy stand with its toes pointed out and heels together -what a wonderful detail! Sometimes, if pussie is being punished, I will have him stand in the corner facing the wall and read- which means the sissy has to speak even louder. I often quietly leave the room to do something else, but pussie can’t see if I do, so the poor thing may spend an hour reading to the wall:)
Other times I will allow pussie to sit- but he is never allowed to use the furniture in the house for any reason. Instead pussie has a pink three legged stool which is the only thing in the house he may sit on- easily taken from room to room or outside. It is not very comfortable ( an understatement) as it is so low to the ground that pussie must sit with his knees up by his chest. Again the sissy must sit perfectly straight, boobs out, heels together, toes pointing out, hand at his back. With no back on the stool, I am sure you can imagine how uncomfortable pussie gets after a short while. The stool is made of hard oak, but I took another one of your ideas, and had pussie cover the seat with rough outdoor matting material- You are right that the material is so prickly and firm so that after only a few minutes poor pussie is squirming in pain. Of course it is even more miserable after a hard paddling, canning or spanking. One additional suggestion you might consider- I had pussie drill a hole in the middle of the seat and cut a hole in the covering through which I can insert a nice big vibrating dildo from the bottom. This way pussie can be made to sit on the vibrating dildo- you can imagine how cute that is- of course pussie is in chastity so there is no chance of his getting off.
Oh my, I did not mean to go on as long as I did- I know you are busy and I am sure you gets lots of emails. I do have more to share with you but another time, again only if you are interested.
regards,
Carla
Hello Ms Scarlet,
I wrote to you last year, sent you a few photos my sissy husband, pussie, and some suggestions you might choose to use on Bitchboi. I smiled when I read about your use of a version of my toilet bowl chastity/punishment use in Volume 5, but I admit to being disappointed that while described how you applied it to BitchBoi, you did not go on to describe the results.
I did mention to you that I love to make pussie wear sissy clothing that is not only humiliating but horribly uncomfortable to wear- specifically I make pussie wear heavy, itchy, woolly girls ( not womens, but no older than a teenage school girl and often younger ) outfits. Ok Even if you are not into woolly punishment outfits, you could line some of bitchboi’s sissy dresses with burlap ( I think you refer to it as hessian fabric). I have done that with a maid’s outfit I had made for pussie- so miserably scratchy and itchy LOL!
Another new item I have just had made is a hobble skirt- made out of an old pink/white checked really scratchy wool blanket but with the entire rear end cut out so pussie’s rear is on constant display. I had him chain sew in the hem just below the knees, which I can pull tight and lock, forcing pussie to take little mincing sissy steps . Put the sissy in 5″ heels , the poor things rear end is swishing back and forth for everyone’s entertainment. And of course it makes paddling that much easier.
Sorry to take so much of your time but I thought you might find some of the above entertaining.
Please keep writing.
Regards,
Carla Thomas
Hi Ms. Scarlett,
I realize that while I have written a few emails directly to you, I was not using your blog site. My apologies. You are of course, welcome to put my previous emails to you (and the photo of my sissy husband) on your blog.
I want to respond to your point about the hessian bloomers. I am an interior designer by trade, so I am familiar with fabrics. I also saw the hessian bloomer on the superdress website. Hessian ( or burlap as we call in the Stares) is often used as fabric for chair or sofa covering, or even window treatment. However that fabric, while some what rough, is not really scratchy. I think ( though I am not sure) the hessian used for the bloomers you purchased for bitch-boi, and the lining they suggest for various punishment outfits is this less coarse fabric. Also the bloomers look quite loose and baggy, not skin tight.
The truly coarse miserably scratchy burlap is the kind you will find at a garden store- used for bags of fertilizer or dirt. The coarse burlap, because it is such a tough fabric, is often to use to cover the bulbs of plants or young trees, or wrapped around the tree trunks to protect the tree from bugs etc. This coarse burlap is often available for sale by the yard (meter) just like you would buy any other fabric.
It is this tough coarse burlap which is perfect for making punishment clothing for a sissy ( or even a female slave but that is not my thing 
). Use it to line maids dresses, panties, etc – I like to double it up in the gusset area which forces pussie ( my sissy husband) to walk with his legs sllighty bent and apart- sort of a baby waddle -because the burlap is so scratchy and irritating. I can assure that a full day in burplap lined panties or a burlap lined maid’s dress, doing housework or yard work, will leave one miserable sissy- and lots of entertainment for anyone watching the sissy squirm and writhe in itchy misery!
Hope this is useful to your blog readers.
Carla
Love your post training suggestions! I find making my sissy husband beg for and then have to redo whatever menial chore the sissy was doing is a great way to increase the sissy’s humiliation and misery. Another way is when the sissy is finishes and has no more chores have the sissy go to its punishment corner or into the playpen and have to play with itself- which is also so frustrating as the sissy is in chastity can cannot get relief. And playing with its widdle wee-wee when I have guests reinforces its sissy status even more:)
Carla
Hi Ms Scarlet,
In response to your post, Nurse Nasty has a new device, a smaller version of the toilet bowl brush which I slip over my sissy husband’s little wee-wee ( I sent you a picture a while ago). The one advantage of the toilet bowl brush is that with the longer handle pushing up into pussie’s belly the poor thing cannot bend over so the brush serves as a posture discipline device as well. Also as suggested by a friend, you can use a second toilet bowl brush down the backside so that the two brush heads come together in the very sensitive area between the sissy’s legs- and the harsh bristles of the second brush are just so comforting to pussie after a good hard paddling or just making the sissy have to sit on a hard stool with one set of bristles on the wee-wee and one under the rear end .
Best wishes,
Carla
I love your cruel creativity and have adopted many of your ideas to use on my own sissy husband. One suggestion regarding bitch-boy’s coloring book torment for your consideration. I now make my sissy wear thick girls woolly mittens while coloring his fairy coloring books. The mittens are out of a thick wool and have no separate thumb so the sissy’s entire hand is encased in the mitten. Having to wear the mittens just makes the sissy’s task that much more difficult and assure plenty of reasons for the sissy to be punished for being sloppy The mittens have pink and white tassels to which I had the sissy sew on some little bells so as the sissy colors the bells will tinkle-that way I and any guests know the sissy is busy doing the mindless, and indeed, horribly boring task.
Carla
Ms Scarlet,
It does not matter what brand of capsacin creme you. You should also know, that like Deep Heat, there is a regular and extra strength capsacin creme. I have found that either version results in intense suffering for my sissy husband-pussie. I have also found that capsacin causes more intense pain and last longer than other similar products such as Deep Heat ,BenGay or Icey Hot. A friend of mine brought Raglex from England a few years ago. While I found it most effective in causing pussie to suffer, capsacin is still the winner -ok winner from my view, I know pussie does not agree.
One additional thought. I have written to you about my use of a toilet bowl brush to punish pussie’s wee-wee. Well first applying a coat of capsacin on the wee-wee and balls, and then pulling the wee-wee through the coarse brush bristles adds to the suffering. It is just so amusing to see pussie dancing around, waiving its so sore wee-wee in the air to cool down the capsacin caused burning which only results in the brush rubbing against the shaft and balls creating even more discomfort. What a fun predicament to watch.
as always,
Carla
Hi Scarlet,
I just love how you describe your husband’s yard work. I also make my sissy husband, pussie, do all of our yard work-and yes we in the United States use the same term. My home is on a half-acre lot, most in the back. pussie mows the lawn using an old manual mower. As I have written to you in the past I like to make the poor sissy wear hot itchy wool outfits. For lawn mowing pussie wears a thick pink mohair body suit ( think of a dancer’s leotard in wool) with matching wool legwarmers, and thick woolen mittens on his hands. I tie his hands to the handle bar of the mower and also tie his ankles together so his can only take small mincing steps. There is a button fly on the body suit so I can unbutton the fly and pull out the sissy’s little things. I use coarse rope and tie a ten pound concrete brick to the ring of pussie’s chastity device, pull the rope between his legs so he has to drag the brick with his wee-wee as he mows the lawn. And just to make sure pussie stays focused on his work, I make him wear a thick icelandic wool balaclava with small eye openings so he can only see what is right in front of him.
I and my friends can sit on the screened -in porch or around the pool relaxing while pussie mows the lawn. It takes him over 3 hours with the old small mower to mow the lawn and I have to say it is quite amusing to watch the sissy struggle with pulling the heavy brick between his legs:).
And when he is done mowing he gets to use a very small rake to rake up and bag all the cut grass.
Sorry this is so long but I hope it may give you some new ideas:))
Carla
Hi Rhoda,
Just read your comment.Actually the body suit cost under $150 US so not as bad as you suggested. Also I recover the cost by renting pussie out to friends as a menial maid to do their house work at a rate of $1 hour, which they pay only if totally satisfied with the maid’s work. pussie had to do the house cleaning for over 200 hours to pay me back for the mohair body suit.:)) It took the poor sissy almost a year.
Hi Scarlet,
In response to your post, Alone And Helpless, I love your idea of leaving bitch-boi bound, helpless and, I assume, extremely bored, while you are out enjoying life. But might I suggest that you make sure the sissy is also miserably uncomfortable when bound that way. I put my sissy husband into itchy scratchy woolen outfits from head to toe before putting the poor thing in tight uncomfortable bondage when I go out or when I just do not want the sissy around. Just something for you to think about.
Carla
I find that capsacin ,or if pussie has earned some very severe punishment or I am in a really cruel mode, extra strength capsacin, causes intense pain and agony for the sissy. I like to irrriate the penis and balls first by rubbing the penis and balls with coarse sissel rope. Just as Chrisine M describes, I find that f binding the balls with scratchy twine before throughly coating the penis an balls with the capsacin helps to intensify pussie’s response.I have also found that coating the shaft causes more discomfort than the balls.
I enjoy slowly and methotically applying the first coat and then watching as pussie squirms and dances around hoping that by shaking his junk in the air will cool the burning heat. Then after 10-15 minutes I show pussie the tube of capsacin and suggest it is time for another coating.
Lastly I have a special chasity pouch that was made for pussie. It is pink satin with white ribbons on the outside- lined with burlap on the inside! So after a second coat of capsacin is throughly applied, I slip the pouch over pussie’s so irriated and sore balls and wee-wee, tie it tighly ( the sack was made purposely small to that it will fit very tight and squash the wee-wee) so that he is constantly feeling the burlap. I sometime make the sissy play with himself with the burlap sack on- no relief but lots of suffering LOL!!
sorry to go on so long.
Carla
As always you are so creatively cruel! If I may , let me share how I deny my sissy slave husband , pussie, relief. First recognizing that a male must be able to release every so often for health reasons, I give pussie a prostate massage once a month. This means having pussie down on all fours, skirt pulled back so I have easy access. I put on a coarse woolen glove , and I put pussie’s doggy bowl under his little thing and the rub away until the poor suffering sissy dribbles his stuff out and into the bowl.
I always check and shave pussie’s clit area before the prostate massage, with the pubic hairs going into the bowl. Along with the sissy dribbles and pubic hair, I will add some spittle, or maybe some of my golden nectar. Often I have friends or even my boyfriend over to watch, and they will add more spittle,, pee or, in the case of my friend, I have pussie service him orally and spit the result into the bowl. What a yummy mixture for pussie to lick up after getting the relief a sissy deserves.
I also have a very special way to allow pussie to masturbate but I will save that for another time as this reply has gone on way too long.
Carla
Nettles on bitch-boy’s widdle wee wee for Christmas! So much worse than a lump of coal. I do hope you add some slowly and generously rubbed in capsacin or similar lineament so that bitch boy’s wee-wee will be hot and red for Christmas LOL.
Merry Christmas Scartlet:)
Carla Thomas
As always I love reading about how you treat bitch-boi. I do have one suggestion ( in addition to the wonderfully creative and cruel suggestions you have already received) as to how to make bb’s vile tasks of cleaning out the trap and other menial tasks even more uncomfortable for the sissy and more enjoyable for you and anyone who you invite over to watch bb slave away. And just so you know this is something I do regularly with pussie-my husband sissy maid.
I suggest using a “humbler” device. You may be familiar with this but if not let me describe it for you. The humbler consists of testicle cuff device that clamps around the ball of the scrotum with the cuff mounted in the center of two bars that pass behind the thighs at the base of the wearer’s rear end. The humbler forces the wearer to keep its legs folded forward, as any attempt to straighten the leg to stand, even slightly pulls hard on the balls, causing considerable pain ( I have taken this description from Wikipedia- you may google “humbler device” to see pictures.)
Using the humbler forces pussie to say on its knees or all fours while scrubbing floor, toilets bath tubs and showers, or just when I want to leave pussie somewhere knowing he will not be able to stand up:). Another advantage of using the humbler is that it leaves the sissy’s balls and wee-wee beautifully exposed for smackings and easily available for a through application of capsaicin or a similar substance. Being forced to say on its knees with burning balls and wee-wee is a wonderful to keep pussie reminded of its status as nothing more than a menial maid who exists only to suffer for others amusement.
Happy New Year Scarlet!!
Carla
New chastity cage, Nice choice!! I am sure it is quite entertaining for you to see bitch boy denied any chance of release and pleasure without your express permission. But I do have to ask, have you given thought to a chastity device with spikes which not only deny any chance of pleasure but will punish the sissy for having an unauthorized erection. I have been using a Kali’s teeth device and have to say that watching pussie writhe in discomfort as the sissy’s little thing tries to get erect is quite entertaining.
Carla
Can’t help you with possible UK sellers. I am from the US and purchased the Kali’s Teeth bracelet at a store in L.A.. There are many versions of the device with some made of plastic with little plastic nubs to those made of a heavy steel with nubs to longer spikes pins. The longer spiked pins look to me as if they would cause an unacceptable amount of damage. The one I purchase has shorter rounded nubs which cause much misery but will not break the skin. I do recommend spending the money to get a heavy steel device as the weight alone makes it most uncomfortable to wear as it pulls the little thing straight down between the legs.And as the ring only fits around part of the shaft, there is much exposed area on the head, shaft and testicles to apply for creme and/or nettles
warmest regards,
Carla
Good Morning MsScarlet,
I was immediately excited about your shoe stomping method of milking bitch-boy when you first wrote about it. But you know me- I like to make life even more miserable for my sissy husband pussie:). So let me share how I took your wonderfully cruel idea and , at leaat to me, made it even more amusing.
First , any milking pussie receives is always proceeded by a shaving of the genital and rear areas, with the public hairs being collected by the sissy and placed into its doggie bowl ( also used for most meals). Then rather than having pussie put its little wee-wee on a wooden board, I make him kneel, and place the appendage on a very coarse outdoor mat. Thus as I rub the sole of my shoe on the wee-wee, it is also being rubbed against the very coarse, scratchy mat assuring a very very red sore little thing. And if I am so nice as to rub till pussie spurts, the sissy must quickly gather up all the sissy dribbles and place then into the doggie bowl with the pubic hairs. I then add some additional ingredients to the bowl – my spittle, golden nectar, hot sauce, castor oil-whatever strikes me. pussie then on all fours gets to lick the doggie bowl clean-I do meant until the bowl shines!
I allow pussie the “pleasure” of these milkings no more than once every few weeks, if that often. It is amazing to me to see pussie getting so excited when I let the sissy know it will be getting a milking, knowing the experience will be degrading and most uncomfortable and not even result in sissy dribbles.
Wow way to long-sorry about that but I hope you find this entertaining and that it may give you some new ideas. One last note- this is even more fun with an audience to watch and jeer.
Carla
Hi Scarlet,
I loved you dick-stick idea but I made some modifications for pussie that I thought you might enjoy knowing about and maybe using. As you write, I pull pussie’s wee-wee as far as I can so it is stretched and very thin ( it is not very thick even with a “normal erection ‘). Then I take burlap and tightly wrap it around the wee-wee. I first coat the inside of the burlap( that which will lie right against the skin of the shaft) and thoroughly coat it. with liquid extra strength icy hot.
After tightly wrapping the wee-wee with the coated burlap, I then tightly wind duck tape over the burlap covered wee-wee. Just as you have wth bitch-boi, pussie’s has a bound stiffy, which is burning and sore from the coated scratchy burlap from which the sissy cannot get any relief. Also as you suggest the taping leaves the wee-wee head exposed and I enjoy taking a wire brush to scrub the head followed by applying a nice soothing capsaicin cream.
I have left pussie in this state for up to two hours, both on the sissy’s potty seat ( an idea I took from your suggestions,, as well as corner time. Love to watch and have others watch as pussie squirms and writhes with no hope of relief.
Hope all is well with you,
Carla
Hi Scarlet,
I did know that burlap is known as hessian in the UK. In fact pussie has the most adorable pink vinyl sissy long sleeve maid’s dress lined entirely in hessian which I custom made in England.
No I have never heard of burlap tape, I just wrap the coated burlap fabric around poor pussies widdle wee- wee then tightly wrap the tape around the burlap.
Hope you try this sometime-I would love to get your reaction:)
Carla
Hello Scarlet,
I have to say I was at first taken aback by your comments and questions regarding orgasms. I mean I consider that so very private and personal. But your comments intrigued me, as your comments and experiences almost always do. I decided that you have provided me with so many great ideas, not to mention the support I get from knowing I am not the only woman who gets off on seeing my sissy husband suffer misery and degradation. So I thought I did owe you a response.
Yes I do have a number of very intense orgasms putting pussie through its paces, watching the sissy suffer and enjoying the laughter and comments of friends who know about and see the sissy mincing around, or more often crawling. I cannot quantify the number of orgasms I have in response. If I am around pussie all day it could be 10-12, but even just watching the sissy lick my bathroom floor and toilet for 15-20 minutes can result in multiple orgasms. On the other hand,if I am distracted or focusing on someone or something else, I can be around pussie all day and not have a single orgasmic response ( which does not mean I am not thoroughly enjoying pussie’s suffering).
To be honest I have never discussed the number or intensity of my orgasms with friends, whether they are also into domination or vanilla. I will say that my boyfriend has commented more than once, that it is obvious to him that when I abuse the sissy in front of him, I do get very very excited.
Finally I have been married to pussie for 25 years, and of those we have had a 24/7 Mistress/sissy slave relationship for almost 20. I can say without any qualification that the thrill and fun of having a total sissy slave has not lessen one bit in all that time ( ok and yes the intensity of my orgasms ).
Hope this provides you the type of information you want.
By the way have you given any thought to getting a really hot, itchy outfit for your sissy to wear this summer??? I can assure you your friends will find it most entertaining!!
Carla
Good Morning Scarlet,
I also loved your eye to eye tormenting blog. But what I am enjoying even more are the wonderfully cruel and creative suggestions from your blog readers. I think these responses are a testament to your blog.
Unlike almost everything else one reads on the net about female domination, you provide realistic and honest descriptions of your activities. And at the same time you challenge your readers to really think about what female domination involves. Of course you also provide some absolutely wonderful ways to torment, tease, and abuse a sissy:)).
Please keep up the great work.
Carla
Hi Scarlet,
I so enjoyed reading about Christine M’s stern treatments of her sissy husband. As you may recall from my earlier replies to your blog, I am also a firm believer cruel,harsh punishments so that my sissy, pussie, always knows that it must be totally obedient and will be severally punished for even the most minor failure to do as told-and that means by anyone!
I was jealous of Christine M’s use of Linnex which seem such a wonderfully cruel instrument of punishment. It also seemed to truly add to the amusement and entertainment for myself and anyone watching as the Linnex is applied to the sissy’s ridiculous, useless male parts.
I found that Linnex is not available in the US. Upon further research I was most to find out that the primary ingredient in LInnex is capsaicin. Capsaicin creme,both regular and extra strength is widely available at any drug store here is the US and is what I use on pussie!!
And as Christine M describes, just showing pussie the tube of capsaicin will result in pussie begging me to do allow it to do the most degrading things rather than having the creme applied. Poor stupid sissy – I accept its offers to do degrade itself and suffer other miserable punishments, and still apply the capsaicin. No matter how many times we have gone through this routine, pussie still begs for some other treatment hoping against hope that I will not use the burning creme.
Thanks to Christine M for sharing her views and for your publishing them.
Carla
Hi Scarlet,
I am happy to share with you and your readers examples of what pussie begs to do to avoid having me apply capsaicin to the sissy’s little wee-wee and balls. First I should clarify the context in which pussie begs. It is not a question of pussie somehow agreeing or suggesting to do something which I otherwise could make my sissy do. Rather what pussie will say when it sees me taking out the capsaicin or a similar liniment such as extra strength Tiger Balm or icy hot, is wouldn’t doing X entertain or amuse me more than applying the liniment.
So I ask pussie to tell me exactly what it thinks will give more pleasure. Of course the result of pussie’s suggestion is that I almost always, end up making pussie do what the sissy suggests while still applying capsaicin or something else either before or more often after. However every once in a while I do decide to not use the liniment, and it those few times that gives pussie hope.
Some examples are as follows:
lick clean all of the toilets with my tongue.
scrub the garage floor with a tooth brush, When I suggest this is not as amusing as applying the capsaicin, pussie added it would then lick the floor with its the tongue.
eat dog food that day- Again when pressed by me, pussie adds it would eat the wet dog food and suggest doing so for three days rather than just one.
sleep in the outdoor dog house for one night-extended to up to a week. Oh and dog food. Again when pushed by me, the sissy added it would do its business outdoors in the woods that back to the house.
parade down the street in a sissy outfit consisting of a cropped very thick, itchy lopi pink and white wool sweater with bows , a matching very short pink and white wool skirt with a big bow on the rear, matching leg warmers and mittens.
or parade down the street in a sissy romper outfit consisting of very tight pink/white thick itchy woollen bottoms attached to a white heart shaped mohair top with “sissy” across the top which attached to the bottoms with two straps which go across the shoulders and attach to the rear of the bottoms with big white buttons, again with matching leg warmers and opera length mittens.
Wearing one of the sissy outfits walk to my girlfriends house ( about two miles or so) and offer to clean her house
Be a fluffer or toilet when my boyfriend next comes over – I suggested this would only work if the sissy agreed to be both!!
Wear the punishment chastity device all day. (OK this needs some explanation to understand. I keep pussie in a pink plastic chastity device that keeps its wee-wee small. It is uncomfortable and restricts any erection but it not otherwise painful. The punishment chastity device is a a set of connected rings about 5″ long which slip over the wee-wee. Inside the rings and at the top are barbs which will jab into the wee-wee as soon as it tries to grow. The brilliance of this device is that there is room for the wee-wee to become erect, but any such erection is painfully punished by the barbs. Wonderful cruelty.
The device is made of heavy metal so when locked on, it will pull the wee-wee straight down, and even with the slightest motion, the wee-wee will be jabbed by the barbs ( not sharp enough to cause puncture to the skin, but just enough to cause pain and misery.)
Ok this is getting way to long. But hopefully this gives you a good idea of what pussie is willing to do and endure in order to avoid having capsacin applied. I am sure you can appreciate how much fun, not to mention arousing it is, to just hold a tube of capsacin and watch pussie beg and plead in the most servile terms to degrade itself. And knowing that the sissy will get to do what it suggests while still subjecting its wee-wee and balls to a very through application of the cream.
Carla
I was asked the following question:
You have published detailed descriptions of the lifestyles of a number of dominant women now, who are (or were) clearly very dedicated to what they do – Pamela (Candyfloss), Geena P (Suzette), Mary from Maxstoke, Carla, and Christine M; as well as your good self and bb. Obviously they are all individuals whose practices differ, but I wondered if you have any thoughts on what (you and) they have in common. In other words, what are key characteristics, behaviours, or mindsets of highly-committed Dommes?
Here is my answer:
I would be pleased to learn from other committed Dommes where I am wrong or have left omissions in my views on this. I would list the characteristics, behaviours, and mind-sets of highly committed Dommes as follows.
Firstly it is the strength of mind to reject three of the constraints of some of our societies’ morals and rules. Our societies would have it that women are the weaker and submissive gender and, that it is wrong for people to be cruel and unfair to others, and certainly people should not take pleasure in being cruel and unfair to others; sadism.
Obviously there are many truly submissive males who are very weak and submissive when confronted by a dominant woman. A matter of simple fact. And these males are only truly content when they feel they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman.
So, far from it being wrong to be cruel and unfair to these males, it is in fact a kindness. In order that these males are comfortably without doubt that they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman, things must happen they truly do not like. This might simply be many hours of chores, it might be deep humiliations, it might be physical punishment and pain. But when these things are all over, and these males settle down to sleep that night, they sleep deeply contented sleep, safe in the knowledge, and with no doubt whatsoever, that they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman!
The next characteristic, behaviour or mind-set is decadence and hedonism. Dommes have to be able to be unashamedly decadent and hedonistic. They have to be comfortable and relaxed taking pleasure from the situation. LOTS OF PLEASURE! It is amazing how many people don’t commit, without guilt, to spending time on pleasure. I will make a link here with my view, I have expressed often, that sadism is a natural trait in humans inherited through evolution, as a means of clarifying relative statuses in a pack of mammals. It’s form in humans is taking pleasure in inflicting physical and/or mental pain. It took me a number of years to accept having the word applied to me although there was NEVER any doubt I was a sadist. Now I treat it as a badge I am proud of. It takes independence and strength to reject the behavioural shackles of society to the extent of acknowledging one is a sadist.
Although there has been much coyness on the evidence for sadism being natural, I am about to mention, recent posts and comments from Dommes have revealed that, like me, Dommes become very physically sexually aroused when being sadistic. Physical sexual arousal takes place in our genitals and orgasms are quick to arrive and huge and frequent. If sadism was not natural, how could it cause physical changes n our bodies over which we have no control????
The next characteristic, behaviour or mind-set is ruthless, pitiless, guilt free determination. The relationship will be set up how the Domme wants it to be, whatever that entails for the submissive male. This often means there are hurdles to overcome and solutions to problems to find and objections from the males to be ignored or crushed with ruthless determination and NO PITY! And in my experience, over the years, how the Domme wants the relationship to be set up will evolve to become more extreme and so there always remains the need for objections from the males to be ignored or crushed with ruthless determination and NO PITY.
And no guilt either. The male needs cruel dominance to be contented at the deepest level. The Domme must be allowed to gift him that in whatever way she pleases. He gets his deep contentment but the Domme decides how. Her whims, her selfishness, what gives her pleasure, what makes her life easy. It is the Domme’s right to exploit the situation for her benefit, not satisy the fantasies of the male. There can be some small compromise here as another benefit of being a Domme is to have another human in awe of you and addicted to you. Powerful stuff believe me! This may mean doing things to obtain that awe and addiction that one would not have thought of without hearing of the male’s fantasies. NEVER though, doing anything one does not thoroughly enjoy!
So in summary:
I must mention one more important, related issue. I have found there are two types of DS relationship. The first type, like mine, is where the Domme still finds a great deal of pleasure in the vanilla company of their sub male. Watching a great movie, fine dining, travel, etc. I use bitch-boy, (and I tell him so), in his vanilla mode often on such occasions. The second type is where the Domme has lost all interest in the vanilla company of her sub male. The second type is always MUCH, MUCH MORE EXTREME! No let up on the male for one second.
Well these are my thoughts. I would love to hear from others on this topic.
Below is a great comment left by Lady Jessica which seemed to go straight into my trash and then get deleted! I managed to recover it and I post it here as it is so novel and the poor subby really can’t avoid punishment. Delicious! Lady Jessica is a fantastic Domme with a wonderful style of dominance.
My dear Mistress Scarlet
You are indeed dear to me, as I have been an avid follower of your blog and indeed of your methods for several years. I so much admire the delicious cruelty with which you treat bitch-boy – this post and the previous one being perfect examples of the rare skill with which you so precisely set his conditions of existence., My own skivvy, who used to be Steve but now has no particular fixed name as there is rarely any doubt to whom I am referring, has learned to spot and dread your blog updates, as he knows full well that the same treatment may well be meted out to him in due course.
I have been meaning to write for some time now. One of the very, very rare techniques for humiliation of the sissified male that I have not seen discussed on your blog, dear Mistress Scarlet, is the use of balloons. Have you ever treated bitch boy to the delights of a packet of party balloons? I have found several uses for them.
The first is simply to make my skivvy look more ridiculous than usual. A balloon attached and dangling from some body part or other somehow manages to make even the most careful and humdrum movement laughably inept. Helium-filled balloons of course dangle upwards and a pair attached on short strings one to each ear conveys a delightful impression of some kind of giant toy donkey. Balloons without helium dangle down. A large balloon attached at the nozzle with masking tape to the forehead will dangle and flap around in front of the eyes, boffing gently against the face endlessly, in what must surely be a maddeningly irritating fashion to any skivvy forced to attempt his busy schedule of chores in such a condition.
Yet it is when balloons are combined one with another, Mistress Scarlet, that things really begin to amuse. A balloon tied to the wrist is an encumbrance to the tasks that I expect and require my skivvy to carry out. Two balloons more than doubles the encumbrance but with three, four five all tightly attached to the same wrist… well, the hapless skivvy finds himself wearing a sort of bracelet of inflated latex of clashing cheerful colours. Can you imagine, my dear, how the routine tasks of scrubbing floors, washing dishes or handwashing clothes are hampered by such a bracelet around the wrist? Or by such a bracelet around each wrist? The skivvy can barely even see the task on which he is engaged and is therefore even more likely than his natural incompetence would warrant, to commit errors and fail in his appointed task. It is disappointing when this occurs of course, as his zeal to serve me should allow him to rise above such trivial hindrances to achieving the perfection I deem to be adequate. Fortunately, the cane is always available to assist in developing his skills.
Of course, Mistress Scarlet, balloons can be fragile things. They can be popped deliberately -amusing to sneak up in stockinged feet behind a skivvy intent on some menial task, and suddenly – BANG! – pop one of the balloons dangling from the back of his collar. But balloons also pop ‘accidentally’, do they not, and a skivvy who allows a balloon that his Mistress has kindly awarded him to pop is in for a most testing time with the cane, most testing indeed. The skivvy festooned with balloons, trying desperately to complete tasks to time and the required perfection faces a hard challenge indeed – and one that he has never been known not to fail. Of course, there is no concealing the fault. The sound can be heard throughout the house and the sad little rubber remnants, the pathetic little rag hanging deflated from the wrist, collar or genitals, is almost like a ready-made entry in a punishment book, betokening an inevitable caning.
And so, dear Mistress Scarlet, as I sit here finishing this letter that I very much hope will meet with your approval, my skivvy is decked out in a complete packet of party balloons. Ears, neck, wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles are all festooned with gaily coloured rings of waving, rustling and squeaking balloons. Between his legs, two particularly over-inflated pink balloons give an entirely misleading impression of the shrivelled organs to which they are attached. “Birthday girl!” proclaims one, while the other is decorated with sparkly unicorns. There are forty in all – three of which, I regret to have to report, have already popped, so I am afraid the birthday girl will be receiving three sets of ‘birthday bumps’ from my cane for that. Skivvy is currently on all fours, very slowly picking and eating fluff from the floor – so slowly, indeed, that I fear he will not have completed half his task in the requisite time and therefore will earn a still more generous dose with the cane when I come to review his performance.
Oh – and another balloon gone! I fear I am in for a busy afternoon, Mistress Scarlet, so I will sign off now with my very best wishes to you and my thanks again for your inspiring work.
Yours in sincere sisterhood
Lady Jessica
The femdom area of the internet is full of photos and drawings of apparently dominant women. But my favourite images are rather rare. My favourite images relate to my previous post on Enduring Domination Sessions .
These are photos and drawings of a women who look as though they could well be dominant, but are relaxing on a sofa or comfortable armchair or sun lounger. No dungeon, no PVC clothes, no thigh boots or corsets, etc, etc.
Any age, dressed in marginally sexy clothes or everyday clothes, possibly some nice heels that would be comfortable to walk in. And what is she doing? Perhaps looking into the camera, but the target of her momentary gaze is not her main activity. She is watching TV , or doing a craft – like knitting, or reading a book, or chatting on the phone, or enjoying some social media time.
She could not be any more relaxed and contented and is fully and happily occupied. And within her field of vision, or perhaps in another room – possibly under the gaze of a baby monitor, is her puppet.
Wherever he is, he is writing lines, perhaps while dressed as a schoolgirl, or dressed as a little girl and colouring-in with dolly, or playing a Disney Princess board game with dollies, or locked in a tiny, sound proofed and pitch black cupboard, or bound in sensory deprivation bondage, or cleaning a floor with a toothbrush. He has been at this an hour or more and will be for an hour or hours to come.
And as I wrote in that other post, the activity will not be a one-off. He knows, not just today will he endure those hours! He will do the next day, or two days next week, and the week after, and will be doing so for years to come! The sense of miserable helplessness cannot be moderated by thinking, ‘just get through this and I’ll never suffer this again’. Oh no!
This is serious and real domination that many of us are lucky enough to enforce. No PVC or corsets, no dungeon. Profoundly intense feelings for him and for her. When I see such an image of the woman I have outlined, I imagine the pleasure she and I would enjoy either at her house or mine. But in vast femdom area of the internet, WHERE ARE THESE IMAGES!!
I am not even so ambitious as to have such images that also include the suffering male. That would be too much to ask. (The wonderful, now defunct for many years, hard-copy Madame magazine did sometimes have such images. I guess because in the main it catered to Dominant Women as much as to submissive men. )
I do apologise if my theme is repetitive this month, or over the years, but I remain perplexed at the paucity of images, videos and content covering the depraved, potent leisure time theme I make reference to. Submissive males; how do you feel about this issue?
A sad thing dawned on me as a result of my recent blog post on provocative femdom images.
First, thank you to all the submissive males who commented and confirmed the type of images I suggest, are very affecting for them.
Second, the point of this post: It is almost certainly true and so quite sad, that the overwhelming majority of femdom images on the net probably put off novice women , who might otherwise consider dominating their male.
These potential domestic Dommes not being attracted to, or being able to, imagine themselves dolled up in PVC, a corset, and thigh boots or imagine themselves having access to a well equipped dungeon, while looking like a Miss World. But that is what the overwhelming majority of femdom images on the net would have the uninitiated believe femdom is all about. 
Whereas, were they to mostly see femdom images depicting women of any age and attractiveness, relaxing on a sofa or comfortable armchair or sun lounger,dressed in marginally sexy clothes or just everyday clothes. And these women watching TV , or doing a craft – like knitting, or reading a book, or chatting on the phone, or enjoying some social media time, while their submissive endures a torment, perhaps they would be attracted to, and see themselves in such a role.
Or of course, seeing the males providing the relaxed females with many huge orgasms with zero demands on the females to reciprocate.
I would invite a submissive male to find for me an existing blog or site, or begin themselves, a free blog, or perhaps a BDSMLR site, of curated images of the type I describe. 
This idea does worry me though. (I am so hard to satisfy!) The innate male toxic competitive drive tends to mean most male managed image sites are full of barely relevant images to their theme. The males seeming much more intent on obtaining the MOST images, (like its a competition), rather than focussing only on truly relevant images.
My recently published Journal. Click on this link for details.
A treat I think. Further to my previous recent posts on the topic of photos of real dominants and their slaves, LINK LINK ,
….here are some photos of slave husband Fifi from the old Madame magazines, AND, added to the Dommes’ letters tab are the letters about Fifi in the old Madame magazines form his Mistress, Anita!
Can the equivalent for realism and authenticity be found anywhere on the millions of femdom sites on the web? Truly humiliated males and written accounts of real long term, dominance? It seems not.
Don’t forget to take a look at my alternative blog for fledgling dominant women and letting me know, by a comment on this blog, about:
Below is a comment I received on my Alternative Blog. I did not publish it. I have not revealed the name of the submissive.
It is quite a useful comment as it seems to include EVERYTHING a submissive SHOULD NOT DO, if they want their wife to become the dominant party in the relationship. I list those things.
The number one key to success is having total empathy, not having zero empathy! Put yourself in her mind. What will she think? Will she be horrified by the fantasies you have been evolving over years? What will her fears be? Will she be tired or stressed at the time you are thinking of raising the issue? What is in it for her that she actually wants, not what you think she wants? ETC!
Hi Mistress Scarlet,
I thought I would report back on a real world example of a use of your new blog. First some history. I have been submissive my whole life. I am 55 years old. I have hid it more or less successfully but my wife of 30 years did know/suspect but not the details or the depth of my submissive side. There have been accidents such as a few months ago. When alone I dress as a maid and do the housework. Not a french maid, but a formal black and white knee length maid uniform. I normally wear tights but occasionally I wear holdups. I didn’t clear up properly (I have a dress up box in the attic) and a stocking was left on the floor beside a bed. When she came across it she asked where it had come from as she doesn’t wear holdups! I was busted. I decided to come clean and told her what I did and how it turned me on. She wasn’t happy but as long as she never encountered me in my maid role she could live with it. Indeed, just before Christmas we went to a fancy dress themed dinner dance. There was a lady dressed as a french maid and my wife commented that I should have come in my maids uniform! I was speechless, but she was definitely more at ease with it all.
Moving forward in time I read this blog and thought “no time like the present”. I know my wife and know she wouldn’t hurt a fly so getting any impact punishments from her would be a stretch. I went on line and bought a shock collar called the SmartDog from PetSafe. It has no controller. Instead you load an app onto a Smartphone and control the collar from that via Bluetooth. I then bought a cat collar and made a small collar that fits around my balls and nestles the contacts near my perineum. I tested the shocks and found I could tolerate up to 9, but 10-15 were very painful. I then put my planning into action. Last Thursday she was at work, but I was still on Christmas holiday. She would get home between 4 and 5:30, so after spending the day cleaning the house as the maid I put a letter near the door, and went upstairs and put myself in bondage, something I have done many times over the years with ice release systems. The letter said:
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Hi Darling,
I am currently tied to the bed, gagged and blindfolded listening to music/podcasts. I’ve been there for some time. I will not know if your enter the room or not! I know that you could do without this when you get home after a hard day, but please read on and try to understand. To help you get your head around this, dinner is ready and the maid has been again today, so the house should be immaculate! Take a walk around and pick up any faults you can find. They may come into play later!
I have a submissive personality but I think that you know that already or at least suspect. I “get off” by being controlled and commanded. I’ve always been like this but manage to hide it to one degree or another most of the time. At this point, grab a cuppa (after all I’m going nowhere!) ,open my iPad (pin is ******) and read the webpage blog open in Safari. It is a great intro to what I am about without a lot of the rubbish you get elsewhere on the web. I came across this site a while ago. The author does explain the whole submissive thing very well.
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OK, so you’ve now read her blog and now have a decision to make. If you come up and release me we’ll carry on as before but with the added knowledge that this is inside me and needs to come out every now and again. As mentioned in the website there are plenty of dominatrix who will provide these services, and I could use one of them. They charge upwards of £250 but it would mean you’d never need to deal with this again. If however you’re willing to give this a go then I’m ready, so read on and we can keep that cash. I’m banking on your Yorkshire genes here!
I want to serve you. I want you to channel your inner bitch. I know it’s in there as occasionally it shows itself when you’re pissed off with me about something! I want to do the chores that you hate, whatever they may be. It doesn’t matter if I like doing them or want to do them when you tell me to, I will do my best or suffer the consequences. I want as mean and bitchy as you can be when we are doing this. I want as little compassion as possible. Back to consequences…..
You don’t need to hit me with the carpet beater or cane (although I’d like that too, and I doubt you’d have too hard a stroke anyway!) I have a static shock device fitted to my balls. It’s already switched on and you already have the control app installed on your phone (proof I planned this)! If you look for the Smartdog app and open it. If it’s not connected click on “Connect” and it’ll connect via Bluetooth. Press the shock button (the yellow dots icon)to deliver a pulse to me. The level is adjustable from 1 to 15. I’ve tried it on all levels and find 1-4 hardly register, 5-10 are bearable and 11-15 are painful, so for real punishment! It’s your choice but give it a try. At the very least I’ll know your decision! You don’t even need to be in the room to use it but it’ll be interesting to find out the range. The beauty of this that even when we are out you can get me back into sub mode with a discrete push of a button on your phone if you think I need to do, or stop doing something. Again, it puts you in control.
I am also wearing a chastity device (since last night) and the keys for this, my handcuffs and the shock device are in the back of your car, in the rear drivers side door pocket. Please hide them somewhere I will never find them. That way the issue of my masturbating will never happen again! I want you to control when we have sex.
I’m happy to discuss this all with you but I promise you, you’ll have a loving, devoted and happy subbie hubbie whenever you choose.
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I was tied in such a way that release was possible but very painful on my nipples as to obtain release would need result in a serious pull on a pair of cloverleaf nipple clamps. I lay there waiting for a long time, and I had started to worry. I then felt a zapp through my balls that made me yelp…..and then nothing. Later she came in and sat on the bed and after removing my gag (a pair of her used panties) we talked, although she left my blindfold on. As I thought she was not going to use canes or crops on me, despite my asking but the zapper (as she calls it) was a hit and she was willing to give it a try. She likes the idea of causing me pain without her needing to actually hit me! She agreed to be the boss as much as possible and we agreed what was a punishment and what was a sub session. Both would be enacted tied to the bed but the punishment session would have no music/podcast to relieve the boredom and would involve pain. I can report that yesterday I had my first punishment session. She went out and told me that when I’d finished my chores (yes she likes that part) I was to “assume the punishment position”. I repeated the bondage and waited….and waited and waited some more. I was bored and my 55 year old shoulders were cramping up causing me unwanted pain!! Eventually I heard her car reversing onto the drive (nothing in my ears to mask the sounds) and then nothing…..until I received 3 zaps in quick succession, which made me yelp. This elicited a laugh from downstairs! Then nothing again until she zapped me twice more then came up to the bedroom and zapped me again before sitting on the bed. What she did next surprised me. She left the blindfold on and quickly removed the nipple clamps causing me excruciating pain! She chuckled and then massaging and pinching my nipples said “do you prefer the nipple pain or the zapper?” She gave me two zaps and twisted the nipple again. I thanked her and said I preferred the zaps. She said OK then and gave me 3 more quick zaps! She then left me again for quite some time. My arms were cramping again and I was on the verge of asking for relief when she next came up and without saying anything more she did something ( I now realise she removed her jeans and knickers) and climbed on the bed and straddled my head. She said to “get to work” and gave me a zap to underline it. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm with periodic zaps to encourage my oral efforts. She then released me and we cuddled for a while before she gave me some more chores to do and told me to wash my face and brush my teeth! The punishment had lasted for 3 hours.
I’m now on day 4 of my chastity and I am incredibly horny! She just smiled when I said this earlier.
This response is far better than I could have hoped for and I am hopeful that, with time she will grow in her domination of me. I will keep you posted. I’ve already started CFNM, and where I don’t embarrass her I am naked, or in underpants and a t-shirt at most. It’s January and we live in an 18th century cottage, which can be very cold. My wife has accepted this but asked me to put jeans on when anyone visits.
Yours respectfully,
A very happy XXXXXXXXXXX
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A delightful account of a recent episode in the life of Miss Anne and her slave. Tedium from chores or other means does seem to be emerging as a consistent theme among lifestyle Dommes and their submissives.
I myself indulge in this activity of relaxing, having orgasms, having a lovely time, while my submissive is sexually frustrated and in chastity and is enduring relentless tedium. I guess it is the feeling of power, of unfairness, of status differential that stimulates and gratifies the Dommes and that also drives the submissive into deep submissiveness and also awe of their Domme. (Whether that tedium is from chores, line writing, playing with dollies or sensory deprivation bondage.)
At first I apologize for my poor English, it isn’t my native language, I hope you can understand what I am writing.
During the summer my slave of years got his usual 3 weeks holidays off his job. We were in need for extra money for my holiday trip to one of many lovely islands that surround my country. So I put him into a construction job for a period of two weeks to earn some money. I preferred that more than having him sitting idle at home.
I was still working the same time and Mom was staying at home as usual. Neither of us had the desire or the energy to clean and keep the house tidy. Mom was cooking our meals and then going to the beach to take some rest and to relax with our folks, so I was alone at home and I had no desire to cook or do the washing up. The sink was full of dirty items and my house in a real mess, like a bombarded landscape. And there was a huge pile of clothes for hand washing by the slave. (Always he hand washes our items. Mom says it protects the material and one can clean and clear better the stains and I trust her experience as she used to wash by hand years ago).
My slave was working 10-12 hours per day, including weekends so the building under construction would be ready by the end of two weeks. Really hard work. Lots of lifting heavy loads too.
He came back home on Sunday at 11.30am after a long 4 hours trip in his car and of course exhausted from the hard work in construction. I had promised him a prostate milking after being without release for previous one and a half months. He usually gets a release once per a couple of months.
I was resting on the sofa having my morning coffee as I had just woken up this morning, after all night out to local summer clubs, having a few drinks and I really had a headache LOL.
He immediately dropped to his knees and I can say he was very enthusiastic while kissing frantically with loud wet kisses, the soles and heels of my naked feet. I have the sense he was very happy to see me after two long weeks, but I also was glad and had missed his presence and kisses!
I snapped my fingers. He immediately stopped kissing my feet and handed me the envelope with the money from the hard the construction work. I opened the envelope and counted the money while he was staring at my feet as there is the rule of his eyes restriction.
I smiled while counting the large amount of money he brought. (He earned in two weeks almost double of his normal monthly salary). I would spend a nice week on a trip to an island without the anxiety of money issues, so I decided to be very generous, in fact magnanimous to him and let him kiss and lick my feet for one minute for 100 euro he earned, such a special generous reward for him…
Of course he did and trust me was feeling very thankful and well rewarded. Then I sent him to shave his genitals, armpits and chest, and have a cold shower and after, cook a quick meal for me while I took a nap as I was feeling really tired from being up late last night.
After the meal I fed him my leftovers, one more great reward for being such a good and productive boy. After the lunch he of course begged me for his milking. I told him that my needs are his priority. My last good fucking was 2 days ago and I needed at once his tongue. I could see his unhappiness on his face and I felt pissed off and got mad at him.
“How you dare you selfish creature? Is that a menial task? A chore for you, to please me? That is the way you feel about the honour and reward to please me slave?”
“Mistress, no Mistress. I am sorry Mistress, I did not think clearly and…”
“Shut the fuck up! You have just earned a good time accompanied by capsaicin and red pepper after you are done down there. Follow me!”
Of course I had a massive intense climax by his tongue after a few minutes of a good and passionate licking. Then I applied a thick coating of this nasty and terrible poultice all over his genitals and armpits and some pepper in his anus shoved it deep and sealed up in place with a butt plug.
As he was screaming and moaning by the poultice I stood up in front of him and stared directly into his eyes wearing my nicest smile.
“Shame on you! You are such a selfish slave. How disappointing! You are far away from me and home for whole two weeks. I had not got a climax for about a great period of 48 whole hours and you were thinking of the useless piece of meat of piece between your legs and not my needs. What is harder to sustain? 48 hours without a climax for an active sexual woman like me or 45 days without the fucking stupid boring milking for a slave like you? Answer me!”
He barely could speak due to moaning and the tears running down his cheeks.
“You, You suffer… more Mistress”.
“That’s a good wise boy… besides do you see my home? Look around, it is such a mess! Instead of thinking of the disgusting an unnecessary milking don’t you think you could take action and make the house spick and span?”
“Mistress, yes Mistress” I patted his head with a wider smile.
“Such a good boy… my boy… my maid… But as for your unforgivable attitude you understand it is not acceptable in this house. I am afraid I should add two more weeks without milking and release.….. Any objections?”
“Not at all Mistress, thank You very much Mistress” He was already crying, I guess from the poultice or maybe I think about the milking? Who knows?
When the burning faded and he calmed down I let him thank me for the treatment and I could see he was exhausted. For one moment I was ready to let him have some rest for the day but I thought it would not help to maintain a good level of discipline and slavishness. An Owner must has always bear in her mind to improve and make her slave better, more useful, give a purpose on his life.
It is not cruelty but an act of kindness. If my slave wanted to live a vanilla life he would be man enough to fuck me or at least run away. Suffering for a submssive slave is not pain but joy. Being used and abused is not harmful as you wrote on another topic but the quintessence of his living being. So I decided to be kind, generous and lenient with him.
“I want my home sparkling and spotless, tidy and everything put in order.” I grabbed his ear and pulled him to bathroom where there was a huge pile of dirty clothes, linens and underwear and I pointed to them with my finger.
“ They will be washed and hung up by tomorrow morning before I get up” I pulled him by the ear to my bedroom and I lay in the bed.
“The time is 4.25pm, synchronize your watch please, put on your maid outfit and get to work. By 7pm I will take my bath and lay out my dress, underwear and wedge sandals for my night out tonight. You will work and do the laundry till 1:00am, then get some sleep.
Getting up at 6am and finish the job, laundry and wash inside and outside my car by the time I get up. Do a good job and be careful because Mom will inspect your work tomorrow evening as she is coming back from her trip and you know what that means, right boy!”
“Mistress, yes Mistress”
“ Be a good maid then… because if she findsmore than 10 mistakes in the house I will have no choice but add one more month to your next scheduled milking” I could see he was frightened but I could also see in his eyes and face the determination to do his best and to be honest, I swear, he did not seem as exhausted as before after my inspiring words.
For you to understand, Mom after decades of years as a housekeeper, has set very high standards and to be honest she is a kind of obsessive with clearness if you know what I mean. She is over the top and inspects his work with white gloves and white socks, such things. Well I would not pass any of her inspections. slave usually does with less than 10 mistakes but he must work very hard and on the detail.
Poor boy with chores, hand washing laundry and washing my car, his time was very limited and he had to work vigorously for hours.
Well it took me a long time to write this and it is already a very long message. I might continue another time but just to inform you, when I got up to take my bath at 7pm I could see he was sweaty, out of breath and with red eyes. I suspect there were tears of joy for being useful and having a purpose in his life. Don’t you agree?
Well we are spoiled! First is a comment from the amazing Christine M on subjecting her puppet to extreme tedium for her sadistic pleasure and maintaining his subjugation. This is in response to the post from the fabulous Miss Anne on the same topic. (It is interesting but understandable that enforced high standard ironing is a tedium torment employed by Christine, myself and, I think, by Anne.)
Then we have a piece from the awesome Sonia Meloni, on that switch moment I posted about, when vanilla changes in an instant to DS!
I will start though with a couple of paragraphs on my current favourite humiliation/ tedium torment for my puppet.
As most of you will know I use humiliation-tedium A LOT on bitch-boy for my sadistic pleasure and for maintaining his subjugation. You may recall in an earlier post I wrote about one activity, (for which there is a very detailed description in my, recently published, Journal No. 16,) – bitch-boy, over and over again, performing a number of nursery rhymes with actions to all his dollies, and interacting with each of them verbally about each and every rendition. He is in an upstairs room and I set up the video baby monitor and I am in the sitting room getting on with whatever I wish. From the baby monitor I can be serenaded by the sounds of his profound misery as he performs, which I can check on with a glance at the baby monitor, from time to time, to check his nursery rhyme actions are being performed too.
He does not have me in the same room to at least get the compensation of seeing my body in my skin tight or skimpy attire. He does not even know if I glance at the screen or have the sound turned up to hear him. Although he does hear my orgasmic cries every 20 minutes or so. I get so turned on because he is so extremely miserable, understandably! He HATES IT, REALLY, REALLY HATES IT! But he has to keep going for a minimum of an hour, or more usually two, or more! I visit him briefly two or three times, carrying my dressage whip, just to remind him what the cost would be to him to fail to perform perfectly for as long as I wish.
Anyway enough about my use of humiliation/tedium tormenting. On to Christine M!
Scarlet
This is written to share Anne and your requests for views on tedium. It is in many ways an odd aspect for a dominant to enjoy, but I do get a great thrill out of being able to bring such misery and frustration to my husband. He is someone who thrives on variety and hates detailed work. He’s a ‘big picture man’, which sadly for him, makes it even more delightful to treat him in this manner.
Firstly, I do not believe he should ever consider completing household chores as tedious, even if I add aspects that make the tasks more tiresome and repetitive. Chores are being completed to keep the house clean and well-presented; to keep our clothes looking good, so we dress smartly; to remove the drudgery of performing those tasks from my life, thus enabling me to do more enjoyable things; and to ensure I, and my guests, enjoy the ambience of our home. I expect him therefore to take great pleasure and pride in working vigorously and conscientiously to complete these tasks, to my VERY EXACTING standards. I also love it when visitors comment on how beautifully clean I keep our home! Of course, I take all the credit, after all, I am the one who ‘manages’ the work.
At least one evening each week, he has a full night of chores. This allows him to spend more time with me on other evenings, and keeps him in his place! I accept he might consider that, having worked all day at a stressful, high intensity job that, after an enjoyable meal together, an hour fervently scrubbing down the kitchen; followed by over two hours thoroughly cleaning two bathrooms and the dining room; before finishing off the evening with three hours of ironing, with precise instructions on how everything is to be folded; is very demanding and wearying… That’s what he did the other night though!
And woe betide him if his work is anything less than perfect, or that he does anything other than thank me profusely for scheduling his chores and STRICTLY supervising his work! And whilst this means it is usually gone midnight before he gets to bed on such nights, he had better be very enthusiastic in pleasing me when he does! I simply do not accept tiredness as an excuse for anything. NB This is only one or, very occasionally, two nights in a week; most other nights he might only have 2-3 hours of housework; or if we go out, he will likely have no chores.
I have really provided unnecessary tedium only to the daily kitchen cleaning, as I detailed in an earlier post. This was to display and contrast my power and his servile position, and it was his first chore. It does provide such a wonderful contrast to our roles though.
There was a time he might have let out sighs, or rolled his eyes, completing tasks that bored him; he has learnt better. And now, though I know he absolutely dreads the tedium of cleaning the kitchen floor on his hands and knees, every day; he buckles down and gets it done, while I relax in the next room.
Writing lines has been the real focus of tedium in his life. This is also why I have a detailed [schoolgirl] uniform for him to wear, I can but imagine the dread he has as he goes through the rigmarole of dressing as required and then sitting down for many hours writing without a break. I could not imagine doing it, especially night after night! A 45-minute detention in my school days was soul-destroying, to be doing 6-hours of writing, after a day of work or travel, is a horrifying thought, some might even consider it abusive!
Yet, he often spends night after night, writing page after page; locked in the sheer boredom of the writing, the tedium, the dull, dreary, lonely, silent, monotony. Some evenings, I also add some exceptionally tedious ‘twists’ to his line writing. With his essays, he has the added struggle and exasperation of structuring the essay and thinking about what to write. A six-page essay written on narrow lined pages, with the topic, a thought-provoking philosophical concept, requiring his own original ideas; is not easy at all!
So, why do I get such a thrill from setting the awful, lengthy tasks that I do? I guess it is the power it gives me. It’s just a few minutes effort for me to provide many hours of toil for him, what a beautiful contrast? I love knowing that it is such absolute misery for him, and it excites me when I see tears in his eyes from the sheer exasperation of the task, especially when he makes an error and has to start the page again!
And on top of it all, he is caged and totally frustrated! Really though, it doesn’t matter why I enjoy it! The simple fact is, I do! That’s all that matters! And so, he is assured of many, many more hours of mind-numbing suffering and deprivation to come! (Mind you, he does have the bright hope now of earning one release option if he completes his task on time!)
Warmest regards
Christine
Now onto the fabulous Sonia, who has exquisitely commented before.
My dear friend and sister, regarding your post on vanilla times and THE SWITCH, I thought of the vanilla times I have with my slaveboy, when we get out for shopping or window shopping, have dinner, etc.
Obviously he loves those brief moments, when we seem an ordinary couple, and he tends to relax, probably thinking that I’ve gone soft, or something…lol So it’s particularly nice and satisfying for me to bring him suddenly back to reality with little reminders…For example, at the restaurant, I extend my leg under the table and push my heels hard on his groin, making the the pins of his chastity cage pierce his cock…The grimace of pain on his face is priceless and is a delight to me if other clients are looking at him and notice his funny behaviour..!
Other times, when walking (he always must be two steps behind me, never on my side) I intentionally drop a bag on the ground and while he gallantly kneels to pick it up, I hiss, “While you’re there, kiss my shoe!” and I can she him getting red in the face for the humiliation, while he obeys, brought back to slave status!
Sometimes, when Patrizia, my love, is with us, I wink at her, she understands me immediately and says, out of the blue, something like: “You know, when we get home, Sonia is going to torture you, for my sake, to get me nice and excited for her…”
I can see the suddenly desperate look in his eyes, as I know how much he hurts from the burning humiliation of being cuckolded, being a passive, frustrated witness to our lovemaking…fully knowing he’ll NEVER get to make love to me like my Patrizia does, {or in any way] …And that thought, so delicious for a sadist, obviously, makes me wet right there, on the spot!
And yet, almost everyday, getting back from work, he brings me small presents, like a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate box, a small piece of jewelry, a box of my favorite slim cigars…As I’m soft-hearted, after all, I sometimes reward him by letting him sniff, at safe distance my pussy, saying, “You’ll never get to touch or feel it in your lifetime, bitch!”
It’s a life of happiness, my dear sister, full of intense, satisfying orgasms that keep me healthy and beautiful like a young girl!
Hugs and kisses,
Sonia
Another wonderful real life Domme, Miss Hannahbelle has begun leaving comments and exchanging emails with me. In her first comment I was so very impressed by a couple of instances of extreme cleverness, especially the second of the two. The cleverness employed motivated by a delightful drive to maximise the effects of her dominance.
I will first share the content of Miss Hannahbelle’s comment though:
He has had absolutely no orgasm whatsoever in the past two years but he endures almost daily edging sessions where he is securely bound before I take great pleasure in driving him to the edge over and over again with no relief for him. Eventually I’ll lock him back up before releasing his bondage, never – before he is locked back in his cage. Quite often these edging sessions will last several hours and I have been known to have him secured for an entire weekend whilst I drive him to insanity.
I am very keen that he doesn’t try and fall into a sort of trance where he can drive down his libido whilst in chastity. I want him constantly horny and aroused but with absolutely no way of doing anything about it. I know all his kinks and desires (it’s amazing what you can get a guy to admit to when you have him moments from the edge!) and I use these to keep him turned on.
As for his tasks my favourite has been getting him to walk around our neighbourhood in varying states of humiliating dress. Initially, in order to earn an ejaculation, I gave him the option of taking a number of enemas and then having to walk a predetermined course around the nearby roads whilst wearing 7 inch high heels. I allowed him male clothing but he had to wear the heels. He attempted the task a few times but failed badly within moments of leaving the house. Essentially he just can’t walk in the heels, they are too high for him. So I gave him another chance. He could choose to replace the 7 inch heels with 6 inch heels which he can walk in. However, instead of wearing his male clothes he would have to wear his latex maids outfit, corset, stockings, gloves and collar. Were he to decide to go with this choice, then he wouldn’t be able to chose the other one ever again, this would be his commitment.
The conflict he endured in making this decision was wonderful. I gave him 24 hours to mull it over and torment himself. Should he take the risk of being seen in full maids dress but have more chance of completing the course in heels he could walk in or should he try and improve his performance in the higher heels, reducing his chances of being seen in humiliating clothes but making the chances of completing the course much less likely?
Neither choice is ideal but if he wanted a chance to ever cum again he would have to chose one. I just love the torment he went through in making this decision.
So, for me, the first instance of extreme cleverness, was to extract from him his darkest fantasies under the power of the edging desperation and then use those very fantasies to keep him sexually aroused and so very frustrated, when he otherwise may have flagged.
And the awesome second instance of psychological cleverness: Giving him two terrible things to choose from to earn release AND giving him a long deadline to make his choice, (a long time to be in anguish), AND (the coup de grace), telling him the option he does not choose is gone for ever! So massively ramping up the enormity of the terrible decision! Wow.
Below I provide some excepts of additional correspondence from the amazing Miss Hannahbelle.
It is rare one finds a professional Domme who seems to enjoy ALL the same depravities as oneself. I think Governess X and I do, and now I have found Ms Josephine Drake. Or at least I was pointed to her Twitter account by sissy ballerina when sent the link in his comment, of a video of him performing a sissy rendition of The Good Ship Lollipop. Performing it to Ms Josephine Drake. (If only she was in the UK instead of the US.)
Our similarities. First she dresses in everyday clothing. Then she seems to like, for her clients, forced regression to infancy including to be made to drink bottles of golden nectar, chastity inside diapers, sensory deprivation bondage, humiliation through having to dress and behave as a parody of a little girl, using a TENS electricity box and using clothes pegs on the client’s genitalia and serious impact punishments of butts with canes and paddles etc. And even golden nectar in ice form.
If you look through her Twitter account you will find photographs of all of the above activities. If only she was in the South of the UK instead of in the US, bitch-boy has dodged a bullet there.
I did wonder whether sissy ballerina had enjoyed his good ship Lollipop rendition as he performs so well. I enquired, as that would have saddened me somewhat. I was relieved and amused by his response as follows:
No Mistress Scarlet, I did not enjoy it. The clothespins had been on for over two hours as Mommy likes to hear them rattle while I clean and do chores. Then I had to perform the song over and over while Mommy caned me and/or raked the clothespins because I made a mistake, or did not show adequate girlish enthusiasm. The humiliation did fade a little, overtaken by the pain and my focus on getting it right. But then when I watched the video it came flooding back ten fold causing me to burst out crying, wiggling and padding my feet in helpless sissy frustration. Every comment Mommy received about how ridiculous I am, brought a fresh stab of shame and embarrassment, and the video still makes me sob and whimper with humiliation every time I watch it.
Oh I so adore Ms Josephine Drake! And bitch-boy certainly dodged a bullet.
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I have been so very fortunate this past year with so many fantastic REAL LIFE Mistresses in stable relationships with a sub, contacting me. engaging with me in email exchanges and generously making comments on my blog posts. And I continue to be so very fortunate having been contacted by yet another REAL LIFE Mistress in stable relationships with a sub.
The latest treasure, Ms Joan. And just like Mistress Samantha, myself and a few others, another Mistress who does not work and whose husband has retired . Ms Joan is pretty new to her dominance but a couple of examples of her life with her submissive husband, reveal what a fantastic dominant mind she has.
The first, in her own words, involving that very powerful thing, public humiliation in front of another woman who is unfamiliar to them.
………… Your style of dress and that of the other Ladies, who have given accounts on your alternative blog, is similar to mine. Never would I ever be seen dressing up in latex or any other silly costumes to satisfy my husbands cravings. My clothing is just normal everyday wear from the better high street shops. Although I do like to wear leather, but again this is normal clothing, jackets, skirts, trousers and a couple of full length coats amongst my many other clothes.
………………. We were going away for a couple of nights to a rather nice hotel, booked in my name of course. He was allowed a small overnight bag with 1 change of clothes, I had a medium size suitcase with several changes of clothes, dresses, skirts, tops, trousers, shoes, boots and a couple of coats and jackets in a long garment bag, these were all packed by him at home under my supervision.
At the check in, with me signing in and hubby stood behind with the bags, I asked the receptionist, a nice suited Lady in her late thirties, where the bar was as I really needed a glass of wine after the drive. Then turning to hubby I said, ‘Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask?’
Red faced he asked if there was an iron in the room or if he could borrow one. Being told there was one in the wardrobe, I commented, ‘There you go darling, go and unpack and come and join me in the bar after your ironing, but please don’t leave any creases.‘ And with a smugness and a smile from the receptionist, I turned on my heel, heading for a dink and I didn’t even look back………………
Example 2 of the fantastic dominant mind of Ms Joan is her financial control and domination.
…………… My husband introduced me to your blog several months ago in the hope that I would dominate him…………. I have always known he is submissive and he even confessed this to me 40 years ago before we were married. Of course this was before the internet and there was very little written resources available. In reality we just played at this really as foreplay to sex, me calling him slave and having him lick my boots or shoes. Children, family and demanding work came along so it was rare that we ever engaged in these roles.
Now retired this has raised its head again and after much pleading by hubby I decided to try to be a Mistress of the house. One of the things I did learn within business, the person who controls the budget has the real power. Consequently I took away all his credit cards and cut them up, he is allowed a single debit card of which I can track and view any spending he has made. He certainly is never given cash to fritter away and spend as he likes.
Unless permitted by me to do otherwise, he can only use it to fill the cars with fuel and shop at supermarkets. He must give me the till receipts for me to check for any unwanted items like whisky which he loves, or rather vary rarely does nowadays!
Hello Scarlet
Having written this, I forgot all about sending it to you. This happened at the end of February, so nearly 4-weeks ago. So please accept my apologies with this belated update on his chastity regime. Since then Covid-19 has arrived, and I must write to you soon on the big changes that I have introduced for that. I think my husband now has the most severe lock-down procedures in the country! Please, when reading on, remember, this is what I wrote 4-weeks ago.
“I have mentioned before that I wanted to reduce my husband’s chances of securing a release through our Computer spreadsheet-based Chastity Release Program. His good behaviour rewards have seen his mathematical chances of success rise greatly to one chance in six; this means that, over time, it is inevitable he will have too many releases for my liking. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I wanted to do it in a manner that would cause him the greatest upset.
I wanted to punish him for something minor, and in a manner that was out of all proportion to the offence.
First, a little background to the unfairness of what happened. A couple of days earlier, I had knocked over and broken a long-stemmed wine glass. It was placed on a small round table in the lounge, one which is a little unstable, it rocks a little as the legs are not level. I should also add that we have polished wooden floors. My husband of course had to clean up the mess on hands and knees, and that was the end of the matter.
Well, just two evenings later, my husband did the same thing, knocked over a long-stemmed wine glass off the same table. Better still, for my plans, was the fact that my sister was visiting. She is the only other person who knows about his ‘situation’. She had brought the bottle of wine with her, and it was her glass he knocked over. He had been called out from the laundry to pass around some nibbles, before getting back to his chores.
His clumsiness was greeted with icy fury from me! I deliberately acted as though I was lividly enraged! He cowered in fear as my sister tried to keep a straight face. I scolded him most vehemently about his carelessness, which I equate as just being lazy. I was very harsh reprimanding him heatedly, telling him he was stupid and worse. I even made him apologise to my sister for his behaviour!
He pitifully tried to excuse himself. This just gave me cause to berate him further for his negligence. I rebuked him about the cost and the waste of the wine, that it was rude to my sister… Then I snapped, “You can get yourself into my office NOW, and make a note for me to change twenty Release Approvals to Release Refused in your spreadsheet!
Needless to say, he was in shock from the anger I displayed, not to mention the severity and unfairness of my punishment; especially since I had broken and spilled a glass of wine two-days earlier. He knew full well that cancelling Release Approvals would, mathematically, far more severely reduce his chances of a release than adding extra Release Refusals. This was the first time I had done this, and it was for just this reason. It was also a very much higher number than usual. I think five Refusals was the worst previously.
That was all I had pre-planned to bring the ratio down a good bit, but he had the temerity to voice his feelings about how unfair this was, and how it was too easy for me to just cancel twenty release options that take him so long to earn. He then dared to remind me that I had knocked a glass over just two-days earlier.
Oh dear, I couldn’t let that pass! “Make that THIRTY!” I angrily barked, as he literally burst into tears, he was so upset by my wrath! All in front of my sister too! (I mentioned before he dislikes intensely the ease with which I add refusal options. He would prefer to be caned, despite that being a very painful ordeal.)
I then coldly ordered, “Wait!” before turning to my sister and asking her what she thought of his behaviour and, since it was her wine he had spilt, would she like to add anything. My husband looked on horrified through his tears. This, as I mentioned was all unplanned, though she was aware of his regime. She grinned and advised that she thought there was simply no excuse for his gross laziness and since it was her wine he had spilt, meaning he had wasted her money, she would like to add thirty Refusals to his spreadsheet too. I really must involve my dear sister more!
He was totally overcome, but there was no sympathy shown. He was coldly told to clean up the mess and then get back to his ironing! We laughed so hard about it as he scrubbed the floor, bright red with humiliation and no doubt seething with resentment!
When I made the changes to the spreadsheet, his chance of a release had blown out to nearly one in seventeen, a probability of once every four months! I gleefully informed him of the ratio change the following weekend before he had his weekly go on the spreadsheet. He was so very quiet and despondent. After all he had not come for over two months, and his chances were not looking good now. Mind you, believe it or not, he drew RELEASE APPROVED!!!
Footnote, he has not had a release since.
I have the pleasure and privilege to be in regular email exchanges with Christine M. Below is an awesome email from her I recently received. I need add nothing more!
Hello Scarlet,
With the outbreak of Covid-19 the government announced a lockdown on many personal freedoms. A further consequence is that my husband is now working from home, and has both reduced hours, due to the business effects and his inability to travel overseas.
The first Sunday after the restrictions were announced, we sat down for his weekly Chastity Release Application. He was most forlorn when I announced that, with the country in lockdown, it was important that we brought in our own strict measures. Starting immediately, I advised:
1. He was being placed into a hard chastity lockdown. This morning’s application for release was cancelled and there would be no further Release Applications for at least 6-months, after which the situation would be reviewed.
If at that time, all Covid-19 restrictions were removed, his Release Applications would be reinstated. Otherwise he should expect his lockdown to be extended for further 6-month periods before being reviewed. (Tears formed as I explained this, it was delightful.)
He will still earn Release Refused and Release Approved additions to his Chastity spreadsheet during his hard chastity lockdown period. However, the value of Release Approved additions will be halved.
2. Given the increased requirements for personal hygiene I would, starting that morning, take over the weekend cleaning of his appendage in order to ensure the highest hygiene standards were maintained. This would mean it would be shaved very closely before receiving a lengthy and extremely harsh scrubbing with a stiff bristled brush and disinfectant soap, followed by a cleansing treatment with hot towels. His urethra would be cleansed with pure lemon juice and a dental brush. I would be wearing industrial rubber gloves for the process!
Since the thoroughness of the scrub down would leave him feeling very sore and tender, and very much in need of a soothing balm to provide some relief, I would finish by applying a generous coating of and Linnex rubbing it well in.
3. Similarly, with improved hygiene needed around the home, we would need to increase the cleaning frequency of high-risk areas.
The kitchen would now be scrubbed down twice daily, after lunch and after dinner.
Every toilet, shower and wash basin would be scrubbed down each morning before he commences his day, then after lunch and again after 9-00 pm. (This takes 30 minutes each time and is required whether they have been used or not used.)
The linen on our bed is to be washed, ironed and replaced every 3-days instead of weekly.
4. He would also be required to wear a face mask when doing his chores each evening.
Recently I bought a psyche ward medical muzzle gag from Sinvention.
This is rather like what Hannibal Lector wore. It ensures he cannot talk, and his screams are greatly dampened. This had been for wearing when he received a Linnex application but would now also be worn each evening when doing his chores.
5. He is strictly confined and must remain IN the house at all times. He is not permitted to step outside, not even into the garden. I will shop for all essentials. (He later raised about getting a hair-cut, and blanched when I advised I would be styling his hair!)
6. To ensure he remains mentally stimulated and doesn’t get bored with the government’s directions to remain home, he will have a written assignment to complete each morning between 6-00 am and 8-00 am.
(This requires him to dress in full schoolgirl uniform, as described previously, and means he must have actually commenced writing by 6-00 am. There is a security camera present, so he knows I can glance from my bed to check on him. I can also talk through the app to him from anywhere.
His exercise is very ‘mentally stimulating’. He has to copy out the same 140-word passage from Virgil (in Latin) every day, with full detention rules applying, plus the following specific instructions for the presentation of his work:
| All uppercase letters written in | Red ink | A – Z |
| Vowels | Blue ink | a e i o u |
| Consonants with a stem above the x-height | Green ink | b d f h k l t |
| Consonants with a stem below the base line | Purple ink | g j p q y |
| Consonants within the base line and x-height | Black ink | c m n r s v w x z |
| Every | 26th word | in light blue ink |
| Every | 9th word | in UPPER CASE |
| Every | 15th word | Underlined in red |
The beauty of this is that I can easily change the details of the centre column for each day. This maintains the mental stimulation as he has to start afresh every time.
He is required to copy it out twice in the 2-hours of his detention. He is allowed two errors per page, which are to be ruled through neatly in red. If he makes a third error, the page is to be removed and discarded.
If he does not complete the 2-copies, he must attend a further one-hour detention that evening and his detention the following morning is extended by one-hour, meaning a 5-00 am start to writing. He also gets three Application Refused additions to his Chastity spreadsheet.
If on checking I find an error, he will also receive 24-strokes of the cane. He now also gets five Application Refused additions to his Chastity spreadsheet and a double Linnex at the weekend.
This I felt should provide him plenty of incentive to work diligently each morning and not try to hide any errors. Two copies are quite achievable if he works conscientiously and carefully. It does mean he can’t relax at all. He has to work continuously, quickly and stay very focused for every moment of the 2-hours. It certainly provides a very demanding, tiresome and strenuous start to his day.
Needless to say, he was totally distraught by the time I had finished detailing his new regime and begging and pleading for this not to be implemented. His pleadings actually got to the point where I finally snapped and told him he would be getting a double Linnex. That shut him up as I set about gagging and securing him for the scrub down of his appendage and the Linnex.
With him secured, and erect, I then had a little spark of an idea. I told him while, featherlike, I gently stroked, barely touching, the underside of his very rigid erection with my fingernails, “I am thinking David,” I smirked, “it might be a good idea if you give my sister a call later. You can tell her all about our new lockdown procedures and ask her if she can think of anything we might have missed. What do you think?” I could not keep a straight face watching the look of horror in his eyes. Of course, since he was gagged, he couldn’t pass comment, which I took as meaning he thought it was a good idea! I did make him make the call too!
I found it incredibly ‘arousing’ sitting across from him as he called. He was literally shaking like a leaf. This strong, athletic man who is so decisive in business, terrified of having to make a phone call. I was actually really ‘wet’. I have never really used humiliation like this before and never had I realised how much it would energise me. I was tingling. (There was a time when I dressed him in a romper suit and made him throw a temper tantrum asking to play with his dollies, but I haven’t done that for a while. And that only ever involved me as a witness.)
I decided then and there, humiliations, especially in front of others, were going to happen much more often! And Scarlet, you have provided so many wonderful ideas! And Joan also just posted some great ‘food-for-thought’ on this. He has no idea what is coming! (NB he is not allowed to read your Blog, nor any other adult content sites.)
He was lost for words when he spoke with my sister, and I could hear the amusement in her voice as she toyed with him, coaxing all the details out of him and laughing at his plight. He went redder and redder!
He then had to tell me what she had suggested, which left him further squirming as she had suggested that, with the need for improved hygiene, he should ask me if he could have a special uniform to wear when he does his housework!
He was so morose as I laughed loudly, telling him, “Oh, yes, you most certainly can! And we’ll make sure to invite my sister over to see you wearing it!” It is so good mail order is still going. I have been able to put together a couple of outfits for him. Perhaps you’d like me to share more on this too?
I will finish for now by noting that, despite my extreme cruelty, that evening, he was positively anxious to ensure he ‘pleased me’. Indeed, an early night and his reverence and attentiveness for over 2-hours earned him ½ a Release Credit! When I was sated, he cuddled me closely and professed his adoration.
I was in a state of bliss as smiling warmly, I brought him back to reality by reminding him, “You need to get a good night’s sleep now, you have a very early start remember. I’ve set your alarm for 5 o’clock, but you might need to think about getting up a little earlier. You have to shave and shower; then clean all the bathrooms. The bathroom are going to take you at least ½ an hour; and then you still have to change into your schoolgirl’s uniform ready to start your written work.
And I want you seated at your desk, hands-on-head, no later than ten minutes to six, so you can start to clear your mind and focus on the task ahead. I’ve left everything you’ll need on your desk, with your assignment instructions placed face-down. You’ll need to set an alarm on your phone for one-minute before 6 o’clock. Once it rings, you will need to switch your phone off and place it on the floor before turning your instructions over ready to start work.”
I couldn’t help but feeling contented as he went deathly quiet as the harsh reality of the next morning was thrust upon him. He sighed loudly as he rolled over to advance his alarm by fifteen minutes; and I couldn’t resist then sending him under the covers again!
I actually set my alarm for 5-minutes before six o’clock as I wanted to see the look of shock on his face when he saw how arduous his task was. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for him to get up each morning and face his bleak start to the day. And this is going to be for several months it seems!
Lots of Love
Christine