Maximising the humiliation

Well, just to finish off the false eyelash saga! The three options have all arrived and only one pair actually are large enough to truly maximise the humiliation. So, Derek is my knight in shining armour. These are just wonderful. Other lashes look of equal size in the web shop photos but all the others were around 30% smaller. These winners are one inch (25mm) long. Stargazer seem to have ceased making the ones I originally had which is a shame as they could be reused again and again.

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Maximising the humiliation

Thank you all for the 15 replies providing suggestions for sourcing ridiculously long eye lashes for bitch-boy to wear when I make him dress as a little girl and then play with his dollies. I was a little disappointed that a good number of the suggestions directed me to USA sites. I guess I assumed it was clear from my spelling of words like colour – among other things, that I am in the UK. However a special mention to Derek, Doug and Slaveboytoy for coming up with the best options which I will pursue. Also a special mention to Vajk for going back to my original post on bitch-boy’s false eyelashes and tracking down the maker Stargazer. However, I could not get the site to work for a purchase, but respect to the deductive thinking and effort.

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Humiliation help needed

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

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

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‘Too Pervy’

I know lots of bloggers use their blog to vent, but normally I resist doing so. I also know I should not care about this, but here’s the thing. I now have my only one star review on Amazon! The only review there is for Volume 8 of my journals on the Amazon US Kindle site, is as follows.

‘Too nasty no journeys into sub space body fluids and cigarette as he don’t f-ing do it for me. I guess it just goes to show that lifestyle fetishists are really f-ing pervy’

If the review said the writing is poor, or the content monotonous, or the content was not believable, I would have no problem. But this? And a one star as the only review! I am on the verge of publishing Journal No.9 and its a lot of work dealing with the vagaries of the LULU.com and Amazon publishing systems and it makes you wonder if its all worth it! (Although actually, I must berate myself on that, because its a lot of work for bitch-boy. I instruct him to do all the tedious stuff! Although if he was not engaged in that, he could be engaged in something else for my pleasure or amusement. LOL)

Oh well.

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Slave sunbathing

While on holiday at a secluded South Mediterranean cottage, I sunbathed quite a lot. I also allowed bitch-boy some sunbathing because it’s good to see him with tanned skin. (Obviously when we are sunbathing, he is up and down quite a lot, fetching and carrying – waiting on me hand and foot, responding to my every whim.)

The reason for the post however is about the tan lines I require of bitch-boy. I know that long shorts are de rigueur for men at the moment, but I do not want bitch-boy sporting white thighs and brown shins and calves when he is in one of his little girl dresses which come down only to his hips. That would look ridiculous. LOL. (yes the irony!) But I do want his clitty to be the purest white to complement his born again virgin life. No fucking ever again. So I have had him wear a thong. He does look ridiculous in it at his age but tough! (I sunbathe naked and walk to and from the lounger in mules with a six inch heel and two inch platform, and a large sunhat. That seems to make his denial worse, poor thing.)

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Forced Feeding

I am back from a holiday. Normal service will be resumed.

I received a comment to which I provided the answer below. I thought it was interesting enough to be a blog post.

bitch-boy hates sweet corn. I have force fed him that often. Obviously he gets force fed my piss on an at least weekly basis and my friends’ piss too from time to time. Undiluted liquid or Ice-Chunk. He also is force fed semen/water mix Ice-Chunks. Cigarette ash added to his food is a common thing for him, sometimes including the butts. Eating food from the floor and the soles of my shoes, or the soles of my friends’ shoes is a pretty regular occurrence. So he gets food mixed with piss, spit and my toenail clippings on a regular basis. Whenever possible I make sure he watches it being prepared. So his misery can begin before the first mouthful even passes his lips. And he is always bound, as a minimum, wrists behind back.

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Becoming a Domme

I had a comment/question which I took a while deciding how to answer. I thought the question and my answer may be worthy of a post.

The question.
Speaking of the submissive mind it’s amazing what a feeling I get from her just telling me she wants me wearing her panties for the day. That constant reminder through the day is the closest thing I get to having a real bitch status in our relationship. But then this is shot down by her not doing anything dominating while I am in this state. A text message, a comment….anything to reinforce that she has that power over me would then complete what I think putting me in panties was meant to do in the first place. I’m trying hard not to “top from the bottom” as they say, but it’s so frustrating to start off a morning with a command like that from her and not get any more mention of it again through the whole day. You would think she’s just not that into it, but she does have such a dominating type of personality. She just seems content enough to use my submissive side for constant back and foot massages. She never really orders the massages, more like asks me to do it. The simple “can you” at the beginning of her words makes such a big difference. Maybe it’s from being exhausted from work & then taking care of the kids after that she just doesn’t have the energy to want to “play”. I can’t figure out why she’s so reluctant. She knew of my submissive side before we got married and has bought “toys” herself for us, including a whip and collar. But she has never really used them on me. Writing all this down it makes me think she is doing all this just to make me happy. What do you think? Is there any way to get her to the next step? Thank you for taking the time to respond to my first comment/question. Again, from reading your blog, the way your mind works is the “perfect storm” for a submissive mind that can’t resist giving in to anything you desire. Your ability to put it on paper is the icing on the cake.

My answer
I have thought for days about how to answer you questions. I have decided that all I can do is relate to you elements of the progression of bitch-boy and I.

Bitch-boy has always loved me completely and unconditionally even before our DS ‘got serious’. There was a point when I was very similar to your wife. One day he sat me down and said to me that I was missing out on just how much adoration and devotion he was capable of. That he already knew that I felt utterly loved by him and that that would never change, but that as a submissive at his core, he was capable of outrageous and absurd levels of adoration and devotion and that I would really love that if I had it. (He was careful to make it clear this was not an ultimatum and that I would lose nothing of the wonderful relationship I had, if I stayed the same, but that an even better life for me was possible. I did already love my life.) He said I could try it and see if I liked it. That would mean a step change in my behaviour. From your examples – the text messages, the comments, the instructing instead of requesting. He made it clear, if I tried it and it did not work for me, then I would lose nothing and he would not resent me in any way. So I tried it. I loved this new level of adoration and devotion. Flowers and gifts for no reason. Offering to help me in all ways. Spotting ways I had not considered where he could make my life easier or better. I also found that I did enjoy issuing a curt instruction, rather than a request and seeing it eagerly obeyed.

There were times I slipped back to the old me and he would gently remind me that the outrageous and absurd levels of adoration and devotion could only be maintained by me having my new persona. That this was not a threat or blackmail – but how he was made. If he was dominated ruthlessly, he could not help himself but proffer the outrageous and absurd levels of adoration and devotion. Without the ruthless levels of domination, these would fade from him but he was keen to point out he would still love me every bit as much. I soon found myself in the habit of texts and comments and instructing, not asking, and enjoying the feeling of such dominance and the benefits of the outrageous and absurd levels of adoration and devotion. The next stage became punishments for disobedience. I learned that the punishment had to be so bad that he genuinely with all his heart would try to avoid the punishment. And I learned that it was OK to be a sadist during this phase. It can be very difficult for some women to accept that it is 100% OK for them to take true pleasure in inflicting physical or mental pain.

Two things your wife might really like. AUTOMATIC REPLENISHING and TIDYING UP AFTER. Automatic replenishing means nothing your wife wants ever runs out. So if chilled wine in the fridge is running low, a new bottle is put in the fridge to chill – ready for when needed. If her phone battery is running low, it gets recharged. Fuel in the car is low, it gets a refill. Basically nothing she ever needs runs out. Once you have experienced this as a wife, it is hard to go without it. It can also be a great way to invoke punishment. So many things need replenishing each day/week – if the slave forgets one ever – serious punishment time! And it is the slave’s job to predict what and when – not the wife’s.

Tidying up after is also addictive. I use the bathroom and leave it in a mess, it had better be tidied to perfection before I use it again. I change out of my work clothes and throw them on the bed – they better be hung up and tided away PDQ. I do some baking which I enjoy – and leave the kitchen in a terrible mess – it gets tided up PDQ. I read the weekend papers and supplements and throw those I have finished with on the floor or wherever – they get tidied up. I do my exercises and drop sweaty clothes and socks and trainers on the floor wherever I take them off, they get put in the laundry. I open a package received in the post and drop the packaging to the floor – it gets picked up and dealt with. So anything I leave out gets put away, any mess I make gets cleaned up. In your situation, this might help your wife feel less tired too.

Of course, bitch-boy would now like to turn the clock back! Be careful what you wish for, should be the mantra by which bitch-boy lives. Perhaps it is!

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