Readers of my Journal No. 6, among other things I have written, will know that I had a walk-in shower included in a refurbishment of my bathroom a while ago. Pissing on bitch-boy is one of my favourite things. However, the workmanship was poor, the contractors were cowboys. (Real life I am afraid.) So I have been without a walk-in shower for some period of time while I had the bathroom again refurbished, this time to a very high standard. The purpose of this post is to announce that my new walk-in shower is finished and will be christened this weekend. (Or I could say, bitch-boy will be baptised in it this weekend, but not with holy water.) Although you might say for him, my nectar is holy water.
I can imagine him enduring a special shower being virtually a daily occurrence from now on.
Well the nettles are only poking up three inches out of the ground in my garden, but, this weekend, that was tall enough for me to test out on poor bitch-boy’s little clitty. The first since last Autumn. Oh I do love Spring for so many reasons. He was secured on the BDSM bed, legs wide apart, ankles and thighs in the gynaecological stirrups. He was very hard after a minimal amount of stroking from my expert fingers. (good old Cialis) and he was whimpering – I love that whimpering before I have even started. Then on went my leather gloves.
Stroking his hard clitty with a sprig of the nettles only caused a couple of stings although the whimpering increased in panicking intensity in a very amusing way. So then I changed my approach to a whipping motion. This brought excellent results. Inspection revealed lots of tiny red bumps of pain and bitch-boys whimpers had turned to those of pain and sorrow rather than anticipation. The sequence of events and his sounds were enough for me to have to stop seeing to him and to see to myself! So that was it for the first session. Short, and sweet (for me). The small fresh leaves will be ideal for filling a pouch, which will be bitch-boy’s next encounter with the nettles. That will be a much more intense, drawn-out affair. He is fretting already – and he is right to be.
First a correction. In my last blog post I made reference to a film version of ‘Venus In Furs.’ It appears it was incorrect to append the words – ‘La Vénus à la fourrure.’ to the title. So to fully identify the film to which I was referring, it is called Venus In Furs – it is a Dutch film made in 1994 and released in 1995, starring Anne van de Ven and is in black and white. My thanks to Martin who emailed me a copy, dubbed in English which I look forward to watching. I will watch the film with bitch-boy on the floor at my feet and he has been locked in his penis tube without sexual relief for quite some time so I hope he finds the film arousing as well as me, although that will mean sexual frustration for him, but not for me! LOL.
On the subject of mainstream FEMDOM films, one I have seen which does have some very good scenes (for a mainstream film) is called – ‘My Normal’ released in 2009.
There is also a recent Australian film released in 2014 called My Mistress which looks pretty good going by the trailer on the film’s website. It is not available on Amazon UK yet but I thought I would mention it for any blog readers with access to Australian film releases who did not know about it.
Many of you will know the first published work on male submissiveness and female dominance and sadism was a novel entitled Venus in Furs, written by Sacher Masoch. And from it the word ‘masochism’ was born. There are many films entitled Venus in Furs. Most are rubbish. I have noticed one film which is called Venus in Furs – La Vénus à la fourrure (dated 1995). It looks, from the trailer, like it is a very good film. Copies on Amazon are however very expensive. Has any blog reader seen this version all the way through and would they recommend it. Particularly female readers of my blog.
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One of the many things to which bitch-boy was subjected during Mistress Jane’s last visit, at her suggestion, was he have his fingernails painted like a proper sissy. The fingernails of each hand a different colour, just to make sure he looked as ridiculous as possible, and little gems stuck on for good measure.
His little fingers then looked especially ridiculous in his fingerless lace gloves (one of his Christmas presents). Within half an hour of his ‘manicure’ he had lost two of the gems (possibly because of the frequency his hands were tied behind his back – who knows,) and he was punished very severely for this ingratitude and clumsiness. Just one of the many times that day that his sore bottom was subjected to cane and paddle and tawse. All the next day his bottom remained red and bruised and sore. What a perfect way to pay homage to Mistress Jane’s visit even long after she had gone home and got on with her own full life.
Well Mistress Jane visited my place for the third time yesterday. I find her as thoroughly adorable as bitch-boy finds her frightening I think. His humiliations included me returning from the station with Mistress Jane to a bound bitch-boy, in a nappy with padlocked, pink, PVC, lockable plastic panties over the top. Mistress Jane found the panties so amusing and bitch-boy was so humiliated. He had to wear them for quite a while before eventually being allowed to remove them. That did not really bring him any relief from deep shame and bitchy, derisive comments though, as it meant his shaved, diminutive genitalia were then on show with the hem of his pink, frilly little girl dress sitting above that bundle of exposed, useless sissy-man-flesh. Obviously the removal of the PVC panties also meant his bottom and genitalia were properly vulnerable to punishment. Several session with cane, paddle, tawse and other items followed through the day (as well as lots and lots of other fun things!). Given how sore his bottom was already, the last punishment session may well have given him the most sore bottom he has ever had. The tears were a joy. I am already writing up a detailed journal entry on Mistress Jane’s visit for publication in Volume No.9. It will include the application of an idea from Mistress Jane which was a variation on the concept of detention line-writing. An idea that I rank as one of the very, very best ideas for subjugation of a slave that I have ever come across! Innovative, demeaning for the slave, rewarding for the Domme – perfect in every way – just like Mistress Jane. By the time I had got home from dropping off Mistress Jane at the station and then finished my personal fun with poor bitch-boy, I have to say he was absolutely and totally shattered and completely cowed. Not that I felt any guilt – he had spent 5 hours plus in the presence of two beautiful, cruel Mistresses. A submissive’s dream – surely?
I am not sure how many readers of these blog posts read the comments that get posted. I found a recent couple of comments worthy of posting for those who do not normally read all the comments. The first, from the Q&A section, where bitch-boy responds with my permission to questions asked of him. The question asked was:
Ms Scarlet seems to delight putting you in sensory deprivation a lot. However do you deal with the many hours of confinement and sensory deprivation, it must get so mind numbing?
I do not deal with it. I hate it but I cannot get out of it. It is mind numbing as you say. It just fills me with a feeling of helplessness and vulnerability and makes me feel exactly like a toy that has been put back on the shelf until I am needed to play with again. Mistress Scarlet has made it plain, and it is obvious when I have looked at her while begging for this particular torment to be dropped, that Mistress really, really enjoys it. Mistress says it makes her feel so very powerful while Mistress is downstairs relaxing and engaged in things she enjoys, that I am upstairs, blind, deaf, immobile, vulnerable and constantly tasting piss or semen for two or three hours. It is something she really loves. Very often after, I later discover, around two hours have passed, I can sense her laying by my head and after a while the bed shudders a little and I know Mistress has bought herself to climax because she has been so turned on downstairs with her mind occasionally turning to my predicament, she has had to come upstairs to satiate her arousal. I have to say I do not deal with it. I hate it intensely.
The second unrelated comment from a sub to an apparently cruel, exploiting, Mistress described her state of being regarding her sub. I very, very much liked the words and saw myself reflected in them. I paraphrase them below:
Completely selfish and self-indulgent, no bottom to my greed. I will take and take and take until there is nothing left. I destroy something beautiful, that being my sub’s worship and submission – abused and siphoned until the sub is a broken human being, moulded in the image of my destruction.