Inducing permanent impotence for amusement

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.

 

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46 thoughts on “Inducing permanent impotence for amusement

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

      1. 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.

          1. Thank You Mistress Scarlet for hosting this blog and for your attention to subs such as myself who respect your superior knowledge and power.

  4. 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.

    1. 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?

    2. Is it that you like the dominant attitude but that some of the “cruel” practices are not your thing?

  5. 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?

          1. 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

  6. 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

    1. 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.

  7. 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!

  8. 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!

    1. 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.

      1. 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.

        1. 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

          ——————————————————————————–

          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

              1. 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

            1. 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.”

                1. 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

                  1. 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.

                    1. 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.”

  9. …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.”

    1. …. 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.

  10. 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

  11. 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)

  12. 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.

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