I had just the best Christmas day! I can’t say the same for bitch-boy. His new dress is, for him excrutiatingly, appallingly, humiliating. I LOVE it! And it creates the look I was after as shown in this drawing. I can’t see how anything could be designed to be more humiliating! He is to be presented to Governess Lexi in it this week. He is beside himself.
I had 7 huge orgasms Christmas day. One thing I wanted to report on was a tiny moment, but it really filled me with a luscious feeling of utmost cruel power and utter heartlessness. I had bitch-boy strapped helplessly on the BDSM bed, legs secured wide apart. I had been torturing his hard little clitty with ruler smacks and with pegs for quite a while and also pleasing myself with my Magic Wand vibrator. I had just recovered from an orgasm and I applied a heavy coating of Deep Heat to his clitty. He began to sob and I noticed a magazine on the side. I had been reading an interesting article before I began his torture. I sat in the bedroom chair and began reading the article and leafing through the magazine while bitch-boy sobbed and sobbed and whimpered. The contrast of my relaxed, contented demeanour, and his profound agonising misery was STARK!