A truly bitch monologue!

Well I am currently finishing writing a journal with subject matter like my more usual journals. All about events under my roof. A couple of years ago I seemed to have got into a fixed routine of activities and routines of use and abuse of bitch-boy that I truly adored and thought could not be bettered. Writing journal entries seemed pointless as they would be a repeating loop of the same things.

BUT, over the last six months I have discovered and begun all sorts on new things. Some of which involve new equipment. So I have been recording these events. Below is an excerpt from a journal entry I have just finished. I can’t wait to finish the whole journal.

—– | —–

Having given him my detailed instructions, I could not help indulging in some verbal mocking immediately. While he still knelt on the floor in front of where I sat on the sofa sipping from a glass of white wine.

        ‘All those pleasurable blow jobs to watch bitch-boy. It’s not going to be pleasurable for you though is it? Seeing all those cocks so much bigger than your little birth defect. And do you remember how blow jobs felt? Just think about when we first met. You spent so much time diligently with your head between my thighs, and gave me so, so many orgasms, I just felt the obligation to reciprocate from time to time. Nothing like how often you orally serviced me, but can you remember when I did. My hot wet mouth, that hard rhythmic sucking, those mind blowing orgasms inside my mouth. That must be nearly twenty years ago. I can’t imagine you remember just how good that felt; perhaps you do.

 Then you told me all about femdom and I took to it like a duck to water. But even then, for a few years, I used to have your little birth defect inside my mouth and between my soft lips; just to tease you as part of tease and denial. Sometimes doing that as a precursor to bringing you off with my skilled hands. Fucking was over for you by then wasn’t it. Over for the rest of your life, although you did not know that then did you; little born-again-virgin that you now are.’ I paused from talking at him to take a sip of my wine. He was looking so sad and wistful. Perhaps he had not taken time recently, or ever, to consider the heavy cost to his own pleasure that telling me about femdom had brought him. I was far from finished though. I was on a roll and my pitiless bitchiness was making my cunt wet into the bargain. Perhaps I had never thought fully about the heavy cost to his own

        ‘All those pleasurable blow jobs to watch bitch-boy. It’s not going to be pleasurable for you though is it? Seeing all those cocks so much bigger than your little birth defect. And do you remember how blow jobs felt? Just think about when we first met. You spent so much time diligently with your head between my thighs, and gave me so, so many orgasms, I just felt the obligation to reciprocate from time to time. Nothing like how often you orally serviced me, but can you remember when I did. My hot wet mouth, that hard rhythmic sucking, those mind blowing orgasms inside my mouth. That must be nearly twenty years ago. I can’t imagine you remember just how good that felt; perhaps you do.

 Then you told me all about femdom and I took to it like a duck to water. But even then, for a few years, I used to have your little birth defect inside my mouth and between my soft lips; just to tease you as part of tease and denial. Sometimes doing that as a precursor to bringing you off with my skilled hands. Fucking was over for you by then wasn’t it. Over for the rest of your life, although you did not know that then did you; little born-again-virgin that you now are.’ I paused from talking at him to take a sip of my wine. He was looking so sad and wistful. Perhaps he had not taken time recently, or ever, to consider the heavy cost to his own pleasure that telling me about femdom had brought him. I was far from finished though. I was on a roll and my pitiless bitchiness was making  pleasure I had imposed. I carried on, thoroughly enjoying myself.

        ‘So, the next stage was your little birth defect never ever entering my soft lips wasn’t it. How long ago was the last time I wonder. If only I had known at the time and written it down. Perhaps five years ago, probably more like seven or eight. But there was more for you to be denied from wasn’t there. Our current situation! Since the beginning of March, what’s that, six weeks ago? All your orgasms, if we can call them that, have been under the sole of one of my shoes with me standing on my wonderful stomping stage. (Blog post, 9 March, 2019).

 There have been no more orgasms from my skilful, elegant hands since I started with the stomping stage have there. My skilful hands, one wrapped tightly around your little birth defect and the other tickling your sensitive shaved balls. And with my hand I can keep that orgasm pleasure going for so long can’t I. But it’s six weeks now. Perhaps that will be forever.

 Perhaps you have had your last ever orgasm from my skilful, elegant hands. Imagine that. If from now on, it’s always and only under the sole of one of my elegant shoes, or a sweaty gym shoe, or an Ugg boot slipper, or even a muddy walking boot.’ He sighed a deathly sigh and looked up at me, his face a picture of pleading and hurt. He wisely stayed silent though. He knew a pleading word from him might cause me to make a snap decision he would SERIOUSLY regret. And he has learned that when my depravity ratchet clicks, it never un-clicks! I took another sip of wine and continued.

        ‘I looked at the calendar. I have the date of the last time I used my skilful, elegant hands rather than the sole of my shoe. The fourth of March. The fourth of March twenty-nineteen. Might that turn out to be the last time you came other than under the sole of one of my shoes? I wonder.’ He was breathing hard now with deep emotion in those breaths. I still had not finished. Time for a recap.

         ‘So what has happened, looking back. First, full-on blow jobs ended FOREVER. Next, fucking ended FOREVER. Next, your birth defect going into my mouth ended FOREVER. Now, have orgasms from my skilful hands ended FOREVER?’ I left the question hanging, took another sip of wine and wound things up.

         ‘Well, where did all that reminiscing come from when I simply began by giving you instructions for making a big cock, deep-throat, blow-job compilation DVD? What a strange turn of events. I’ve finished now though. So fuck off to the kitchen and prepare my evening meal. Plenty for you to think about while you are prepping and cooking.’ As he stood up, I made sure he saw my pick up my massager vibrator. I was far from ashamed that my mean, bitchy monologue and my nasty threat had aroused me a great deal. In his tight penis cage, while he was prepping and cooking, he would be able to think about me bringing myself off to a delicious orgasm as well as thinking about my mean, bitchy monologue and my nasty threat.

 

My latest journal.

Volume 13: The Institute, Click on any link below:

Lulu.com –

Paperback version,       ePub version,

Amazon Kindle –

USA,    UK, 

DE,    FR,    ES,    IT,    NL,    JP,    BR,    CA,    MX,    AU,    IN, 

Nook – Barnes and Noble

 

4 thoughts on “A truly bitch monologue!

  1. Ms Scarlet,

    Thank you once again for an amazing post. I’m not sure if I could handle your bitch boy’s life, but I would surely give everything to try.

    I would be remiss if I didn’t point out you duplicated the 2nd and 3rd paragraph.

  2. You are truly the Queen of mean Goddess Scarlet. Your bitch cooks, preps, and suffers, while You relax, think about a wonderful meal, and pleasure Yourself. Life is good…at least for You!

  3. Ms. Scarlett:
    I am as always completely in awe of the extent of your cruelty toward bitch-boy. For him, knowing that sexual contact (pleasure) with his beautiful mistress is reduced now to indirect contact by means of a grinding shoe sole, must bring true ache to his very core. And also, brings him fear and wonder as to how it can possibly get even worse in the future.
    With deepest respect
    vic

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s