I have heard of this regimen and have to say the concept of a submissive male sex toy and slave conditioned to never be able to obtain an erection is VERY HOT INDEED! I can’t see I would ever do this to bitch-boy, if indeed it was possible, because making his little clitty hard, even though he would rather it wasn’t, so that I can punish and torture the turgid object quite cruelly, is too much of a pleasure to ever want to lose.
I do love though that, for 99% of the time he is being tormented and humiliated, he has no erection at all and this obvious indicator that he is getting no sexual arousal from his subjugating circumstances while I, (and girlfriend when with me), are repeatedly orgasmsing is very hot.
I always remember this excerpt paragraph from Pamela about her slave Candy Floss.
Although Royston and I make use of Candy sexually she is taught that it is for our pleasure, not hers, and she will never be allowed to have an orgasm, serving her attractive black owners should be pleasure enough for our shy, timid little slave maid. When I first came into possession of Candy, I set myself a 5 year target of making her completely impotent. This has meant a tearful caning each time her little penis tries to erect inside its chastity device. To start with this meant every time I used Candy’s tongue for my intimate pleasure, but she is learning. The conditioning is working. I am accelerating the conditioning by often having Candy moisturise my whole body after I have showered or bathed. A tearful caning normally follows the moisturising. My firm thighs, my shaved labia, my heavy breasts and my firm shapely rear all test her rule of impotence. But each caning is her fault. If she keeps her little encased penis flaccid, she does not get the cane. It is her choice.
And a new recent excerpt from Petticoated.com.
I had written to you earlier describing my use of chastity training with my dear sissy husband Chrissy. As I mentioned in that letter, not only has Chrissy been petticoated and kept in a chastity 24/7, but I also used a spiked chastity device in such a way that he has been conditioned to be unable to get an erection, rendering the poor little thing quite impotent (which had been my goal, of course).
As I also mentioned in that letter, I do subject Chrissy to a regiment of occasional prostate milkings – which, for a couple of reasons, he finds rather unpleasant. One reason is that he reports that the feeling itself is simply odd. Not at all like an orgasm, but instead, just uncomfortable. However, the major reason for his dislike of his milking sessions is that he finds them so humiliating.
Of course, for a sissy husband to be as deprived as he is of any sexual pleasure, the experience of being milked is quite inherently demeaning and humiliating – reinforcing his lowly status within the marriage and serving as an abject reminder to him of his lack of any semblance of masculinity or male rights. But in addition to that, my poor hubby almost always is milked in front of, and for the amusement of, my friends.
Chrissy, of course, is assigned sissy maid duty for these evenings – cleaning the house, preparing hors d’oeuvres, greeting my guests as each one arrives (always with a proper curtsy), taking drink orders, and so on.
The signal that a milking is going to take place is when I instruct Chrissy to go get my rubber gloves and the lubricant. The poor dear always gets a crestfallen look at that point, and he has been known, before they arrive, to tearfully beg and plead with me not to shame him by milking him in front of my friends, but needless to say, his pleadings always fall on deaf ears.
When he returns, and while I put on one of the gloves, he obediently spreads a layer of newspapers on one of our coffee tables, then compliantly gets on the papers on his hands and knees and pulls up his skirt to above his waist and then pulls his panties down to around his lower thighs. I then unlock and remove his chastity, and while my friends watch, I play with his limp little sissy clit, showing them all how small he is and also how completely unable he is to achieve an erection of any kind. Although they have all seen this demonstration a number of times, my friends never cease to find it both fascinating and surprising, and they love to tease my poor hubby relentlessly about both his lack of size and especially his inability to get hard. I love watching hubby becoming distressed with other women making him miserable.
For more info on my own BDSM manual, click on an image below.
I have permanent ed. Fractured penis from overtly strenuous t&d in chastity broke the left side. Also denial of erections full or partial will make the penis shorter and will reduce the circumference and feeling of tumescense the male exp in early stages of sexual excitement.
Some Women enjoy seeing a large hard erect penis. Others just don’t. I suppose any muscles will atrophy without use and some Women want to see a small unobtrusive undemonstrative male clitty.
Although I have not had the privilege of having impotence bestowed upon me, my Mistress has always been amused to ruin my very occasionally permitted orgasms to the point where I now ejaculate prematurely. I am fortunate to have had my manhood removed in this way. An erection is something to be ashamed of. I must always be punished for it. Ejaculation even by milking is disgusting and I must clean it up afterwards. Only after the ruined orgasm has passed when I have reached my “low point” am I then tasked to perform pleasuring duties on my Mistress and any of her friends or companions she wishes to involve: at this stage I can get no pleasure from it.
Your Mistress sounds wonderfully strict and heartless.
I am insufficient for her. She is some years older than me and has moved on to a vanilla relationship with a real man, I am permitted to live in the granny flat and work for my rent and keep. When required I service him orally and of course pleasure her although that is requested less and less these days. She has moved on from our relationship; I have not. She is indifferent to my presence.
Thank you for the interesting information.
Thank You Mistress Scarlet for hosting this blog and for your attention to subs such as myself who respect your superior knowledge and power.
I do hope she still finds you useful, and not just for her man’s amusement
Hi,
This is NOT a hate comment, so please take it that way (as NOT a hate comment).
I HATE the way you domminate, even though I LOVE your blog. I would like to ask you if you can kindly recommend a blog by a Woman who is into less “abuse” type of fetish and less “hard core” and more about the Femdom dynamic in a relationship. If you can be so kind as to recommend such a blog I’d thank you. If not, that’s fine.
I need to lose some of my confusion over your post to be able to help.
Are you male/female, Domme or sub?
What do you like about my blog? What do you hate about how I dominate?
Is it that you like the dominant attitude but that some of the “cruel” practices are not your thing?
I want to be permanantly impotent mistress. Xxxx
I remember reading on an old sissy maid website that the Mistress would make her sissy wear tight latex panties and similar garments that kept her tucked away, inaccessible, and “forget” that she even had a little appendage. This was before cage-devices became all the rage, and alternatives to “full belts” looked really attractive. The Mistress described it as making her sissy’s appendage “sleep”. I don’t think there was any damage done, just making her totally inaccessible and restricted. This sounds a lot different than watching her “struggle against her cage”. Have you run across anything similar?
I can’t recall reading of such a thing.
If I may Ma’am…
Curtsey, thank you. Missie Sillymaid
Your link produced an attempted virus attack on my device, luckily thwarted by my virus software so I have removed your comment.
Sincere apologies…my device dealt with it and I reviewed the site unscathed…
The “going to sleep of male genitals” is I believe attributable to Mrs Silk
Perhaps you might cut and paste the relevant going to sleep passage into a comment on this blog.
I cant include a link that might cause a follower to get a virus.
hot!
I found the letter about using tight rubber panties to totally control a sissy maids penis very interesting. After all a sissy maid is first and foremost a maid or domestic servant so the use of the penis other than to urinate is superfluous to requirements and the maid should not at any time attempt to use this appendage for any other purpose. I would suggest the removal of the offending item except that the shape does make easy to attach urine control devices and securing or restraining items which can make the maid more efficient by reducing the need for toilet breaks. Of course a sissy maid will have sexual desires but the use of her knees and mouth while under a master or mistresses control should deal with these
Hi, I recently read a blog of a mistress letting the slave take birth control pills.
It’s something like female hormones, the result is some body modification like breasts growth, penis reduction and the inability to get the penis complete hard and use it to cum. Only anal orgasm.
https://dominajen.com/2017/04/26/someones-back-on-pills/
I have never tried this but I think it is quite hot and I have heard of it many times. And of course it is easy for the Mistress to get a prescription for the birth pill. I also imagine the daily morning ritual of having him take it must be very amusing for Mistress and subjugating for the sub. Possible negative heath side effects would need looking at though.
Exalted Mistress Scarlet,
This is amazing and I hope You have more from this cruel Goddess Sandra. I have searched Petticoated.com and only found the single entry that You had posted cited below.
“And a new recent excerpt from Petticoated.com.
I had written to you earlier describing my use of chastity training with My dear sissy husband chrissy.”
Thank You Goddess!
There was a letter in the August edition and another in the March edition, letter 5.
Thank You Goddess for the information. It is very rare that I find a Goddess that heaps such derision and ridicule upon Her thing as You and Goddess Sandra do. i am eternally grateful!
This story has the ingredients Goddess so i hope Y/you all enjoy!
i hope others will share their favorite ultimate degradation and humiliation stories/links as well.
Goddess may we post text stories here, if there is no link to provide, or is there another specific section of Your blog?
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-wifes-awakening-2
I very much like the ingredients, the theme, the dynamic and her attitude. I would have loved it if it was written well, so you have done well learning my character from my blog and journals. It is shame the grammar and misuse of words is so bad. I literally do not understand most of the following awfully written phrases in it.
## I contorted my face to openly mock him ## those glassy eyes he gets when I’m talking shit to him. ## I shot him back a look of despise ## he poured flat on his stomach ## and face prostrated at my feet ## let my saliva drip into his eager disposal. ## you should add something added to the “Permanent” list” ## he ferociously began licking the sole of my shoe ## watching you get dumb to me ## He spasmed at this and tried to form words. No good. ## I looked down once more in complete cruelness
I would be happy for you to post text stories as comments on my blog.
Thank You Goddess I’m glad You liked the story aside from the execution of writing. i am not the author, it’s just a story i found online and thought it would please You and others as She is as thoroughly derisive to Her sub as You are to Yours. (similar to the letters/stories from Goddess Sandra, who has Your same character, on Petticoated.com)
i hope others will post stories or links here as well as long as the stories drip with condescension toward the sub and exalt the supreme Goddess as She should be.
The Neighbour
by: Amy Browne
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Rating: G Add Review Read Reviews, Last Review 08/09/18 (7) Added: 07/30/2018
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Synopsis: Enjoying a quiet Saturday afternoon when his whole world changes irrevocably and for ever- be careful what you wish for!
Categories: Caught with Consequences Crossdressing / TV
Keywords: Chastity Belts Maids or French Maids
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I was in my kitchen finishing off the washing up, I was dressed as I
normally was, on a Saturday lunchtime, in my afternoon uniform, white
lace bra, white French Knickers, white lacy suspenders, tan stockings,
three inch high heeled black court shoes, a white multi layered nylon
net petticoat trimmed with white lace, which rustles every time I move
and fans out the very full dress of my uniform showing off the lacy
edges of the petticoats. My short black dress has a white lace collar &
cuffs. Finally I have a starched white apron and a white maids cap, a
black shoulder length wig. I am heavily made up and my nails and lips
are scarlet.
Imagine my absolute terror when I turned around to see my pretty petite
neighbour Sarah sitting at my table smiling. “Well, well, well, What
have we here? I thought I saw someone in a fancy black dress taking out
the rubbish, I thought that you might have a girlfriend at last, so I
thought I would pop round and say hello to her, but what do I find; a
little sissy maid. So I got to thinking, my house needs a bit of
cleaning and unless you would like me to tell everyone about your little
secret, you will be round mine in ten minutes – just as you are – and
ready to spend the rest of this weekend in cleaning my house”.
With that she left and I was left swallowing, I could feel my heart
pounding against my false breast. “Shit” I thought “now what am I going
to do” But I knew exactly what I had to do, so I very quickly ran
around and slipped in the back door of her house. She was now sitting at
her kitchen table with a huge grin on her face.
“I didn’t think you’d be long, now, we need to start as we mean to go
on, so GET OUT” she shouted “and knock” I did, “Come in” I entered
“Curtesy” I did so “You’ll get better” she said “with practice, and I
intend to give you quite a lot of practice” she giggled. “Now I think
we’ll start with a bit of floor scrubbing you’ll find all you need under
the sink after that you can wash up, clean the oven, vacuum the
carpets, dust the rooms, make the bed, oh and there’s a whole load of
ironing, now busy busy busy, say Yes madam, curtsey to me and get on
with it and don’t make too much noise!”
“Yes Madam” I said giving a neat little curtsey and found a bucket
complete with scrubbing brush and some floor cleaner, I worked the
entire afternoon, through the evening and well into the early hours
without so much as a minute’s break. I went home at four in the morning
collapsed on to my bed exhuasted. At about 9:15 on Sunday my phone rang
waking me.
“Where are you? I am sitting here waiting for my breakfast, now get your
self dressed and report for your duties – I expect you to be here in
fifteen minutes – understand?”
I groaned and got up I had been so tired when I got home that I had
slept in my uniform and on inspection I saw that it was very crumpled
and soiled. In my wardrobe I found my plain black ‘A’ line dress with
white collar and cuffs. I took off my french knickers, corset and
stockings which I swapped for pink briefs and tights, my net petticoat
was exchanged for a plain white slip and my courts for flats. I made up
my face straightened my wig and put on a clean white apron and cap.
Six months later
Well he has been with me now for six months and from the outset I knew
that I would have to de-feminise my new acquisition. You see I now have
quite a bit of time to research sissies, they do like to dress up in all
their finery and high heels, ponce about shaking a feather duster around
and generally look as if they are cleaning, but I need someone to work
as a skivvy, to clean and cook, do the laundry and ironing, shop and
generally look after this house and garden and to wait on me hand and
foot. So I think that they should both live and dress the part. His
entire wardrobe now consists of two white aprons and one striped one,
one pair of sissy white panties with a little red rose pattern on them,
so that if anyone sees them there is absolutely no doubt that they are
girly knickers, and, more importantly they can never be confused with
mine, one plain white bra, one plain white nylon full slip, one pair of
tan tights, one grey polyester cotton overall dress, from Alexandra’s,
one pair of flat black shoes, one pink cotton night-dress and two little
girly handkerchiefs. A black bobbed wig and a little maids tie on cap.
He knows that everything must be kept in perfect order at all times – or
else. He is allowed to replace items as they become worn out but first
he has to make do and mend. He also has a cheap suit, a nylon shirt, a
pair of socks and shoes to go to work in.
He has to ensure that he is always perfectly made up and I make him buy
cheap cosmetics from the pound or 99 pence shop.
His room is a tiny windowless room in the attic with a two-foot-six iron
bedstead, a very thin old filthy mattress, a second hand pillow and a
well worn blanket. The only other things in the room are an old wind up
alarm clock and an old chipped enamel bucket. There is no light and I
have had a strong iron barred door fitted like those you see in the old
westerns. He has to be up and out of bed before the alarm finishes
ringing, he has ten minutes to shave wash dress and get down to work.
Boy does he work! He gets up at 5:45 and works until 8:45 and then goes
to work in his office, he is a clerk, he gets home at 13:15 changes and
works until 13:45 and then its change again and back to work, home and
in uniform by 5:15 and work until 10:15 then bed, every day no
exceptions no excuses just work when he doesn’t have to go to work he
works here from 5:55am right through to 10:15pm with three ten minute
breaks to eat or pee or drink. He is not allowed to sit or lay unless he
is in his room.
And there is the corrective discipline. He told me that most sissies
like to be disciplined with a few slaps on the bottom., but I thought
that if I were to put him across my knee it wouldn’t be so much of a
punishment as a thrill because I am quite petite! So we work the demerit
system, he gets demerits for all his misdemeanours until he reaches 24,
which I keep a tally of, in my little black book and when he reaches the
total, I make him ring my friend Sharon and arrange an appointment for
her to visit he also has to beg her for 36 strokes of the heavy cane,
she always tries to talk him down to 24 but he has to insist on 36,
telling her all the things he has done to earn such a dire punishment.
She always brings a huge sack of ironing with her which he will have to
complete perfectly later or he goes over Sharon’s knee for a very sound
hair-brushing. Sharon is a very large lesbian lady who dislikes men in
general and him in particular! He is so afraid of her he trembles with
fear as soon as he knows that she is coming. She rings the bell and he
lets her in she gives him her keys and tells him to fetch her stuff from
the car, he is not allowed to use the front door at all, so he has to
close the door, run down stairs, out of the backdoor, down the garden,
out of the back gate, and round to the front, locate and unlock the car,
get the sack of laundry and the empty hangers, lock the car, run all the
way back, put the laundry in the utility room and get up to his room in
the attic and he better not have kept her waiting too long! Sharon
orders him to strip off his shoes, tights and pants, put his pillow in
the middle to raise his bottom and get on the bed where she spread
eagles him. She fastens him to the head and foot posts of his little
iron bed, there are four loops of stout cloth attached to his bed two
each at the foot at the head he puts his wrists and ankles in the loops
and a small piece if tubing is pushed down so that escape is impossible.
She then pushes up his skirt and slip baring his bottom and proceeds to
lay on 36 solid strokes of a heavy cane which has him balling and crying
and whimpering from the start and he is in quite a lot of pain for a
whole week or more. He has been known to wet himself which can’t be very
nice for him to go to bed in a wet bed. After it is over she releases
one hand and tells him he has 15 minutes to report to me. He has to
dress, brush his hair, fix his make-up, make his bed and come to me and
thank me profusely for tending to his needs, pandering to his fetish and
keeping him on the straight and narrow, as I am usually in bed or having
a bath and he is sobbing so much he has difficulty getting the words
out, I just wave him away telling him to bring me coffee and to be quick
about it, I feel that to administer punishment and then send him to bed
feeling sorry for himself is almost a reward, so just to enhance his
experience he has to get Sharon to come over in the morning which means
that he has to go to work in a state of extreme distress but no quarter
is ever given and beg as he may there is no allowance at all he has to
work and keep to his times and he has a huge bag of ironing to do after
his normal chores so little sleep for him. No wonder he prefers to be
thrashed on a weekend! Not that that is the easy option, oh no, Sharon
will often stay the whole weekend following him and hounding him and
slapping him during the entire time if he so much as slows down for a
second! If he can go a month without a hiding all demerits are
cancelled, he hasn’t managed it yet, but what he doesn’t know is that in
the unlikely event of that happening too often I will lower the tariff.
Sharon likes seeing him in pain, making him cry and so do I, so I want
him punished at least once a month and he seems to get plenty of
demerits after about three weeks!
I also keep him in a state of enforced chastity, sissies always tell you
that they crave this but actually they like to masturbate two or three
times a day! I tried various devices but the kali’s teeth is the most
effective of all. It gives exceedingly painful reminders to keep down
all thoughts of a sexual nature, it comes off once a month for three
minutes, if he’s lucky and he’s not often very lucky! After two months
he is really at breaking point and will cry at the least little thing –
I really like that. I want to get him to go for a whole year and I am
thinking of filling the lock up with super-glue!
The other thing is that I don’t like him to chatter, so he is only
allowed to say certain things without first asking permission. His stock
phrases are “Yes Madam (Miss or Sir, if he’s not talking to me)”, “No
Madam”, “Please Madam”, “Thank you Madam”. Nothing else is allowed on
pain of a demerit and he will do anything to avoid getting a demerit and
each phrase must be accompanied with a nice curtesy which I must say he
is now very good at.
I feel like a queen, he waits on me, he pampers me, and I haven’t lifted
a finger in this house for months. I am all powerful in my own domain,
when I come into a room he curtseys and with a wave of my hand he
disappears and when I feel really mean I will give him a demerit for not
completing whatever task it was that he was doing and at the snap of my
fingers or the tinkle of my little bell he reappears anxious, eager and
willing to obey my every command.
One Year later
I now have the most awful life imaginable, the old adage be careful what
you wish for in case it comes true, certainly applies to me. I have been
a virtual slave for a about a year, my dreams of being a maid to a
strict mistress have indeed come true, but golly what a difference
reality is from my fantasy. I am a real drudge, not one minute of my
time is unaccounted for; I have to work here for three hours before I go
to work and rush home at dinnertime, change into my uniform and prepare
and serve a perfect lunch for Miss Sarah, change, rush back to work and
then at five o’clock run home to begin another five hours of drudgery.
My punishment kicks in so to speak when I reach twenty four demerits
Miss Sarah is a small quite petite woman but it is her friend and I
think, lover, the amazon, Miss Sharon who administers all the
punishments and she does this without a scrap of mercy.
Miss Sharon frightens me like you would not believe. She is over six
feet tall, weighs in at about sixteen stone, is vey powerfully built and
she has the most evil hatred of me. I know that when she gets a call
from me, asking her to come and cane me, she will be on her way over the
next morning and will arrive about seven thirty. It is decreed by miss
Sarah that punishment is carried out in the morning before I go to work.
I don’t sleep much once it has been decided. I have to telephone Miss
Sharon to make the appointment the night before and I have to insist
that she gives me thirty six of the very best she likes to tease me by
saying that I cannot possibly want that many strokes (which of course I
don’t but when she did this for the first time I agreed and subsequently
I had twenty four strokes each Monday for six weeks). She normally
brings a big bag of ironing, but sometimes it is all her laundry and I
know that I will have to complete all the washing and ironing by the
next morning how ever much there is, and however sore and tired I am, or
receive more demerits, I try to do anything to avoid that. On average I
normally get a hiding about every three to four weeks and the pain is
awful for four or five days after that it becomes manageable, but the
marks stay for weeks in fact I always have the marks of a recent
thrashing. I nearly always cry myself to sleep now. My cock aches
entrapped as it is in its spiked prison and hasn’t been released for
over six months and there is no end in sight.
On the last Friday of every month I have to go to Miss Sharon’s flat for
a “holiday” let me say right now its no holiday for me. I have to catch
the bus right after I finish on Friday evening and it takes about half
an hour, I run from the bus stop to the house and hope that I’m not too
late – Miss Sharon does not use the demerit system, I just get thrashed
if I displease her in any way and believe me its not hard to do. She
makes me wear the full works; black frilly dress, lace bra, French
Knickers, Black corset, Black seamed stockings, like I used to do but
the five inch high heels really make my feet and legs ache. I have to
make myself up like a real tart and I have to work just as hard as I do
at home if not harder and then I am expected to “please” her during the
night with my tongue and boy does she take some “pleasing”. I work all
day Saturday and Sunday morning and then have to change and catch the
bus home and be there by one o’clock Sunday lunchtime and woe betide me
if I am late! When I get home I am expected to be in my usual uniform
within three minutes and I must catch up on all the work because Miss
Sarah won’t have lifted a finger. there will be laundry and washing up,
bed making and tidying and vacuuming before I can go to bed, and if she
decides that I didn’t catch up with or perform all of my duties to
perfection I can expect some demerits as well! Sharon will phone a
report which will undoubtedly reward me with five or six demerits even
though I will have already been over miss Sharon’s knees during my
holiday weekend and had several severe doses of her hairbrush so much so
that my poor bottom is permanently sore and swollen.
Six Months Later
I had been quite excited I had managed against all the odds not to get a
single demenit for thirty days, I came home from work and was getting
changed when I saw on the notice board the following notice
Imagine how distraught I was, I had 21 demerits already and hoped that
they would for the first time ever be cancelled. I broke down and
sobbed. Madam came in and I forgot to curtesy , which did not go
unnoticed and I was immediately awarded another demerit and she asked if
I had seen the new regulations. Unable to speak, I simply nodded and
curtesyed.”You have 22 demerits and therefore need to be flogged, I have
phoned Sharon and she will be here in the morning, she is very excited
about the new procedure as she says she will probably see more of you. I
take it that youtwo are ot having an affair behind my back?” she giggled
My Neighbour
“The Neighbor,” one of my new favorites, has the exceptional tone that i simply adore!
from where is it sourced?
WordPress blocked the hyperlink to the source so i omitted the link and posted the story.
i’ll add the link again with spaces to fool WordPress but if it doesn’t work You can do an author search that will yield the story. I’ts from Fictionmania.tv – w w w . fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1532871546332745859
‘………I came home from work and was getting changed when I saw on the notice board the following notice…….’
What notice????
i’m not sure Goddess, but to please the Queen, it could be in the subsequent paragraph: “she asked if I had seen the new regulations.”
There is no subsequent paragraph.
Six Months Later
I had been quite excited I had managed against all the odds not to get a
single demenit for thirty days, I came home from work and was getting
changed when I saw on the notice board the following notice
(i believe this paragraph Goddess)
Imagine how distraught I was, I had 21 demerits already and hoped that
they would for the first time ever be cancelled. I broke down and
sobbed. Madam came in and I forgot to curtesy , which did not go
unnoticed and I was immediately awarded another demerit and “she asked if
I had seen the new regulations.” Unable to speak, I simply nodded and
curtesyed.”You have 22 demerits and therefore need to be flogged, I have
phoned Sharon and she will be here in the morning, she is very excited
about the new procedure as she says she will probably see more of you. I
take it that youtwo are ot having an affair behind my back?” she giggled
My Neighbour
Why have you sent me a paragraph you have sent me before, and that does not contain, ‘…the following notice..’ I asked about ????
You are wasting my valuable time.
Sorry to waste Your valuable time Goddess my face is pressed firmly into the carpet at Your feet. i’ll try to clarify…Goddess i believe that the ‘notice’ the servant saw and was referng to was the ‘new regulations.’ “she asked if I had seen the new regulations.”
……….And where can I read the new regulations???????????
…mumbling into the carpet: Supreme Goddess i believe that the new regulation was the following, “On the last Friday of every month I have to go to Miss Sharon’s flat for a ~holiday.”
…. I have to go to Miss Sharon’s flat for a “holiday” let me say right now its no holiday for me. I have to catch
the bus right after I finish on Friday evening and it takes about half an hour, I run from the bus stop to the house and hope that I’m not too late –
Miss Sharon does not use the demerit system
………………????????????????????????
………………Imagine how distraught I was, I had 21 demerits already and hoped that they would for the first time ever be cancelled. …… she asked if I had seen the new regulations.
Dear Goddess here is the missing part from the author:
I had been quite excited I had managed against all the odds not to get a
single demenit for thirty days, I came home from work and was getting
changed when I saw on the notice board the following notice:
DEMERIT SYSTEM
Whilst the demerit system has worked to great advantage in the past, but as with all systems there is a need for an overhaul from time to time.
It has therefore been decided that the following improvements to the system will be implimented with immediate effect.
1. The number of demerits allowed to be accrued before correction must be awarded is reduced from 24 to 18.
2. In line with this the number of strokes of the cane will be increased from 36 to 42.
3. The timescale for the cancellation of demerits is raised from one month to three months.
4. The present cane has been replaced with a 36” Whangee
5. The cane will be kept hanging on the kitchen door in full view at all times except when in use.
Imagine how distraught I was, I had 21 demerits already and hoped that
they would for the first time ever be cancelled. I broke down and
sobbed. Madam came in and I forgot to curtesy , which did not go
unnoticed and I was immediately awarded another demerit and she asked if
I had seen the new regulations. Unable to speak, I simply nodded and
curtesyed.”You have 22 demerits and therefore need to be flogged, I have
phoned Sharon and she will be here in the morning, she is very excited
about the new procedure as she says she will probably see more of you. I
take it that youtwo are ot having an affair behind my back?” she giggled
My Neighbour
My Queen and Ruler i have found another story with wonderfuls sections of physical and psychological degradation, torture and erosion of the hapless male and its psyche. It is a long story (too long to post here) and the succulent intense derision is sprinkled throughout. i hope You find it to Your liking Dear Goddess. Please enjoy:
Dom Roomies 1-3
by onyourknees
Literotica (source)
Greetings Mistress Scarlet,
if i may add one testimony i would like to point out the very effective use of hypnosis in this matter.
my previous Mistress, who owned me for three years used this technique, to totally control my physical sensations and reactions.
After about one year i had become totally unable to have an erection by myself, whatever stimulation was applied.
On the other hand, i got instantly stiff as soon as She ordered me to be so.
To make good measure, when She wanted me to use my appendix, She made intercourse very painful and at the same time compelling as She had ordered it.