Monthly Archives: June 2015

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.

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.


‘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 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.

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.)

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.