I received an interesting question in a comment on my blog. I thought I would post the question and my response.
Thank you Mistress Scarlet for your wonderful writings! Having bought your 3 Journals (for my iPhone) I read them pretty much back to back. Having said that, although I have been with my Goddess for almost a year, I think we are some way from the kind of techniques and lifestyle you describe.
That said, I did have one question if you have time. I can understand that the pain and denial never lose their edge, but hasn’t bitch-boy got used to the extremely humiliating outfits by now? You seem to have him in them an awful lot, after all. Or is it the games that keep it fresh? I’d still somehow expect him to become acclimatised, or am I not understanding the dynamic?
Thank you for the appreciative words about my journals Armando. You ask an interesting question about bitch-boy becoming acclimatised to the humiliating outfits. I had to think about my answer for a while.
I will focus on three outfits. His black and white, knee length maid’s uniform. His pink maid’s uniform and pink little girl’s frock, both with the hem coming down only to his hips.
I think there are several reasons why acclimatisation is minimised. Firstly, because my tastes are so eclectic, he may go a week or 10 days without wearing a shame outfit because for that period, I happen to have him do his chores when I am not in the house, and when I am in the house I have him in TSD bondage or some other significant torment not involving shaming clothes.
Second, in addition to the week or 10 days, he often does his chores and serving when I am at home in his black and white maid’s uniform. This uniform is his least shaming but when he is in it, I treat him exactly as an irrelevant maid. I virtually ignore him as he goes about his duties and serving although I am quick to bring the cane into use for a poor curtsey or other infraction. So this uniform gives him a sense of being very low in status and in significance to me.
Third, if it is just the two of us, I think he has become acclimatised a little but I can see that in his pink maid’s uniform, each curtsey pains him in its pointlessness as the hem is already at waist height. He has a very large ribbon around his genitals and I will often comment on this which adds to the clear sense of exposure and vulnerability his uniform brings him.
Fourth, his acclimatisation is minimal in his little girl’s frock because it is so ludicrous with its tinkling bells at the hem and there are all the ways I heighten his humiliation. Having to hold his big dolly, and even worse talk to it and play with it. His mincing ribbons. His nursery rhymes with actions. And, of course, my frequent and harsh comments about how ridiculous he looks and how he is just a toy, a human doll, for me to dress humiliatingly for my amusement.
Finally and most importantly by far, there is clearly no acclimatisation at all when I host other dominant females and he is in a shame outfit. The trembling and trepidation in the minutes waiting for them to arrive and the crushed demeanour and pure shame when they are present is very apparent!