The content of this blog post is a truly wonderful account Christine emailed to me. I need add no more.
Hi Scarlet
This started as a quick email, and I kept adding. No wonder David refers to me as Mrs Have-a-Chat! I have found writing these emails very enjoyable, and I like the records for my memories. I have actually written many others that I have not even sent to you! Anyway, you may need to either edit or serialise this!
Wicked regards
Christine
XXX
Regular readers may recall that David was placed in a 12-months’ chastity lockdown on the 13th of February 2020. He had not had a release for about 2-months prior to this date either. This regime was one of total and absolute abstinence.
He remains permanently locked in his chastity cage, 24-hours a day, 365-days a year. His current cage was made-to-measure, required a piercing, and fits ever so ‘snugly’ around his limp defect, so he cannot erect. He is unable to touch his defect, and I have not directly handled or caressed it with my bare hands for several years. Not only is he a BAV, he is also even denied the pleasure, frustrating though it might be, that comes from stroking or touching his defect; or even of feeling a proper erection.
The only time he gets an erection is when it is released from its cage, either for a nasty punishment to be applied or, since March 2021, for one of two possible releases each year. The former is the more frequent reason!
He entered his current chastity regime on the 7th of March 2021. Since then, each week, he has clicked a link in a computer program that randomly determines if he may have one of these possible releases. (See: Christine M hardens her chastity regimen). This is a reduction from his previous 4-releases a year, since my reading of the advice in this Blog suggested I was being overly generous in allowing 4-releases! (David hates this Blog and the ideas it gives me.)
Understandably, he is permanently ‘beyond desperate for relief’, aching agonisingly to just have an erection, and often sobs himself to sleep, since the craving that builds within his loins through being denied is so intense it becomes harrowingly distressful; especially when I tease his nipples or stroke his inner thighs. It is so amusing to hear him pleading just to be allowed the relief of an erection. He finds being denied an erection even more traumatic than being denied a release. With the two combined, he is frustrated out of his mind.
There is no pity shown for his plight and he well knows I will never relent. I so enjoy seeing him so tormented, it excites me no end, especially when I then have him please me while he remains ‘beyond extreme frustration’. I now have the most intense orgasms I have ever known, so there is no chance of a ‘regime change’. Being locked permanently like this has also served to intensify his devotion to me, and his ‘pleasure’ must come now from pleasing me.
He has been assured that his defect will never again enter a vagina. It will never again experience a ‘blow-job’. He will never again enjoy a long, slowly drawn out, explosive orgasm and the resultant state of post ejaculatory bliss that follows. It will not even feel the briefest caress of a human hand. These are all just distant memories for him. Reminding him of this leaves him distraught!
He rather fortuitously scored his first release for this year on the 21st of March 2021 (See: Christine’s David draws a ……). This meant he went about 15-months between releases, his longest ever period of abstinence.
Whilst his releases were previously quickly over with, after reading your post, ‘Stomping Stage photos and videos’, I felt I was still allowing David excessive pleasure, especially using the fleshlight! With this in mind, and the ideas generated by you, I had plenty of time to decide how I would make David’s next release less ‘pleasurable’ for him. And, to be quite honest, I just enjoy being a cruel bitch! I adore bringing him to tears!
Well, a couple of weeks ago, on Sunday, the 14th of November, 8-months after his last release, he finally drew his second. He was overjoyed, though I dampened his enthusiasm by advising I was rather busy, so he would have to wait a week or so!… after all, it’s not that important! I mean, what’s another week when you’ve been waiting for nearly 8-months!”
A week later, on the Saturday evening, he was ironing, when I entered the laundry at just after six. He’d been working all day, starting early in the morning with some heavy outdoor ‘yard work’, followed by his usual domestic chores.
As an aside, now he is working less hours at work, he gets to do a lot of the heavy yard work that I used to get a labourer in for. At first I preferred him only doing the more traditional ‘women’s work’; but because he now has more time, I felt ‘hard labour’, strictly supervised of course, was equally fitting for a slave. And believe you me, when I say hard labour, I mean EXTREMELY HARD, PHYSICAL LABOUR!
It is so erotic to see him dirty, dishevelled, and ready to drop, his muscles aching. So he now does all the wood chopping, for our heat stove that warms the house in winter; digs trenches and garden beds, mucks out the yards and stables, pulls weeds, fertilises the paddocks using a wheelbarrow, etc. And believe me, he works far faster than any hired hand ever did, and takes fewer breaks! I never saw a tradesman running between jobs! I demand that he works faster than he would on a chain gang!
It’s especially nice on hot days, to sit out on my veranda and watch him toiling away in the heat, while I relax in the shade with a cold drink, perhaps barking out a few sharp commands to speed him up.
David had never done any hard outdoor work before, and he really hates this toil. He had never even mowed a lawn! I set the bar very high for his chores. I’ll set a target for him based on how long it takes him to a task in a 5-minutes, supervised, period of frenetic work. Then I set a target that means he has to work at that same pace for several hours.
His ‘poor, poor pitiful me’ looks might have caused me to relent in our early days, but not now, not only do I have no pity for his plight, I enjoy his distress. The reality is, he either works to the required standard, or he gets his liniment, it really doesn’t matter either way to me! His utter dread of the liniment though ensures he pushes through the pain barriers, and that no matter how exhausted he is, he keeps going hard! I like to see him barely able stand by the end, completely shattered. He is often brought to tears by the intensity of his workload, which I truly delight in.
Back to my tale, I entered the laundry and curtly snapped, “Into the bathroom NOW!… Strip, and then wait in the shower with your hands on your head.” He scurried out of the laundry, closed the door, curtsied, and headed off down the hall.
I was wearing dirty jeans, an old tank top, work boots and no make-up; having been outside, working with my horses. I made myself a coffee and returned twenty minutes later. He swallowed hard, looking decidedly fretful, as I placed my iPhone and a pair of rubber kitchen scrub gloves at the far end of the vanity, about 5-metres from where he patiently stood. I had also brought in a bag of ice, which I placed in one of the wash basins. The gloves are made of a thick rubber and covered with pointed rubber bristles.
). The bristles are stiff, but not rigid. They would not cause any damage when put to use, but they were not going to feel pleasant either!
He trembled nervously as I visually inspected his body. Satisfied, I warmly chuckled, “Your big moment David, a hand job from me! It’s a long, long time since I gave you a hand job isn’t it?…. Yes indeed, several years!…” I then coldly and clinically snapped, “Now, you need to pay close attention as I will not be repeating myself!
Keep your hands on your head, and look up to the ceiling…. Pull your elbows right back … FURTHER!… I want them as far back as you can possibly get them. FURTHER!… I SAID I WANT THEM DRAWN TIGHTLY BACK!” He strained to move them a tiny bit further back.
“KEEP LOOKING UP AT THE CEILING!!!…. GET YOUR SHOULDERS BACK TOO!” He strained to keep his elbows as far back as they could possibly go. “Good… Now, straighten your back! And your legs too… HOLD THAT POSITION! … In future I will simply advise you to take your position. You will need to immediately stand as you are now or your release will be cancelled!
You are to hold that position without moving while I wank you off. If I see you relax your elbows by so much as a fraction-of-an-inch, or catch you trying to gaze down at what I am doing, I’ll stop immediately, and you’ll get your Victorian liniment instead… The same if you lean forward or bend your knees. And, I don’t want to hear any groans either! If I hear so much as the slightest whisper of a sound, I’ll stop immediately, and rub in your Victorian liniment! Is that all clear?”
“Yes, Christine, thank you,” he whispered through gritted teeth as he struggled to hold his severe posture.
I then unlocked his defect and quickly flicked his nipples twice with my forefingers. That was all the foreplay he was going to get! Nonetheless, he instantly developed a rock-hard erection, his defect twitching earnestly in its intense desire for a release. It so rarely gets a chance to erect, but when it does, it is as rigid as a steel bar.
“Right, let’s get this over and done with! We don’t want you standing around with a boner any longer than is absolutely necessary do we?” I sharply advised. “I have very generously set the timer on my iPhone for 1-minute, which gives you heaps of time… of course, if you spurt after the alarm rings, you’ll get your Victorian liniment! And I’ll cancel next years’ release program too! Is that also very clear? One-minute should be more than enough time to shoot your load!”
This time he whispered morosely, “Yes, Christine, thank you.”
I strolled over to the end of the vanity, woke my iPhone and then dispassionately advised, “One-minute exactly…” He was trembling as I first pressed the start button and then confirmed, “starting now.” I then placed the phone up against the splashback, so I could see it countdown. He was ‘on the clock’, aching for me to start as I picked up the right hand scrubbing glove and slowly pulled it on to my hand before I sauntered back to him. Standing by his side (we have a large open shower with no door), I took a very firm grip of his defect with my right hand. All this was happening within his allocated one-minute. “Right. Let’s jack you off then!”
(He advised later how it had seemed an eternity before I started my ministrations and how frightful it had felt wondering how long I would take to start, knowing he only had a minute in total. He had heard the beep as the timer was started, then the rustle and snap of me pulling on the glove, and finally the slow dull thud of my boots on the tiles.)
I jerked him off vigorously. My arm moved like a piston, while I maintained a very firm grip on his defect. He struggled to hold his position due to the brutal force of my rubbing and the discomfort from the rubber bristles digging into his tender flesh. I could see his mouth was clenched closed, and his eyes were tightly shut as he struggled to keep quiet, hold his position and come.
I must say, purely by chance, as I had not planned for this; but I felt a twitch in his organ and immediately let go of it and stepped away. It twitched and pulsed a couple more times, and then squirted out an enormous dollop of semen. It continued to leak semen for about 30-seconds, doubling the amount on the floor of the shower.
I grinned, “Did you enjoy that?” He was grief stricken as he advised it was like taking a pee, he didn’t get any orgasm whatsoever, he was still aching to come! He needed a proper release he sobbed in frustration.
“Looks like a big release to me,” I placidly remarked, “judging by the enormous dollop of spunk on the floor. Now, you’ve had your jollies, so let’s get the ice bag on it, we don’t want your defect free for any longer than is absolutely necessary, do we?” I observed that his defect was quite red, and looked a little chafed. He confirmed is was very sore from the glove. I kindly offered to rub some soothing cream into it, but he (wisely) declined!
With him securely locked back up, I ordered, “Get down on your knees and lick up your mess!” Choking and gagging, he ever so reluctantly did as he was bid, clearly not enjoying the taste or experience, while still sobbing in frustration.
“Right, now that’s out the way, you can pay me a little attention. Clean yourself up and get dressed. You can then run me a bath, after which I would like a lovely foot massage, I’ve been on my feet all afternoon….” David was going to be spending a much longer time pleasing me!
To his great chagrin, while he was giving me a foot massage, I called my sister for a chat. With the iPhone on speaker, I shared the step-by-step details of his release, laughing as I compared it to when I was at school and gave guys a hand job. I explained how I used to take my time, slowing down when they got a bit too excited… teasing them until, after maybe 40-minutes, I would finally let them have a massive explosion… “So much wasted effort,” I laughed, “after 10-years of marriage I learn a minute’s more than enough! In fact I reckon David only needs 30-seconds!… He’s still the fastest fastest gun in town! Why on earth I used to spend 40-minutes on guys whose names I can’t even remember I’ll never know!”
“What a pathetic wimp!” she laughed, “I don’t know why you even bother to unlock him.”
We then spent some time laughing and joking about his chastity and his lack of ‘manhood’, while wondering how anyone could put up with getting so little, and how his defect was all red and sore at the end; while he worked diligently on my foot massage. He was of course blushing and feeling furious at being so openly mocked and ridiculed.
After my call, I reminded him how he would be giving me more orgasms that night, than he was going to get in several years! I was so turned on by his state and my pitiless cruelty. I then teased him about whether he could still remember what if felt like when I used to let him come inside me… all those years ago. He was ever so flustered as I made him describe what it felt like, before dashing his memories by noting that that was never ever going to happen again! Telling him that he will never have a better release than he did today. He wasn’t even going to feel his fleshlight again!
After an hour or so on his knees, massaging my feet, he then spent a good half-hour serving my nether regions, working his tongue in deeply. His jaw and tongue muscles were therefore already aching before I lazed back in my armchair, listening to classical music, and sipping on a fine pinot noir; as he used his tongue to bring me to orgasm after orgasm. I lost count of how many… slow, then faster, then slow, harder, gentler, ever so slowly, then faster again. I enjoyed these gratifications for more than two hours before I was eventually sated and exhausted.
These extra-long sessions provide such a wickedly joyous cycle. His initial, very genuine joy in pleasing me, inevitably starts to wane over time as he tires from his strenuous exertions, and the vicarious pleasure he first derived drifts into tedium, wishing for me to be satiated.
As his devotions continue past the first half hour or so, the tedium is amplified as pain begins to creep in and torment the muscles of his tongue. His jaw will then start to ache and throb too, followed by the muscles in his neck, and shoulders; and then his back and legs will start to cramp as he remains kneeling in the same position for so long. Long before the first hour is up, the throbbing, burning pains become so incessant and unbearable, that he is incapable of holding back a few whimpers; though he tries ever so hard to do so.
Sadly for him, this does not draw a shred of pity from me, quite the opposite, his whimpering serves only to arouse me more. I savour knowing how extreme both his suffering and his dedication is in pleasuring me. It enervates me, so I desire even more orgasms.
Hence why I describe it as a wickedly joyous cycle. As his pain increases, he is driven to whimpering, bringing me more pleasure, meaning he needs to keep going for longer…. and as he does, so the pain increases, his squeals become more frequent, driving me to take more pleasure and forcing him to keep going, longer and longer! Of course, he dare not ever cease his ministrations, no matter how unendurable the pain.
Such a wonderful difference. I exploded so many times I lost count! David was of course also exhausted, but while I relaxed into a state of post-orgasmic blissfulness; he struggled to cope with his cramping muscles and the fiery pains that surged through as he stretched to get the blood flowing again, while his tongue and jaw continued to throb and stiffen up. I so love this lifestyle!
Later, in bed, his jaw and tongue were still tender as he snuggled closely up to me, he was clearly in awe of my heartlessness and shared his immense pleasure, and pride in, bringing me to so many orgasms. Hearing this warmed me greatly but, despite the stirring in my loins, I was too tired for more, and I drifted off to sleep.
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Mistresses, David, and Bitch boy don’t know how lucky they are. By the time I read down to you called your sister I had to run to the bathroom to masturbate. When I did get my wife to play for a couple of months she locked me in chastity for a month then quit. but the month I was locked up felt so much better than being free to masturbate every day. I believe she’s getting closer to finding a lesbian lover as she is now looking at online profiles. I asked her if she would let her lover dominate me and she said maybe. I also asked her if I could hook up with guys and she said maybe. She has really opened up in the last year and I am hoping she follows through. Until then I will continue to be in envy of David and bitch boy. I placed my balls on the countertop of the bathroom so when I stroke them hard I also slam my balls down causing just enough pain with the pleasure but this is the sad fate of a submissive with no dom your boys should be eternally grateful.
Why do you want to hook up with guys? What for?
If your wife will dominate you once she has a lesbian lover, it is best NOT to ask or expect her to find a lover who will dominate you. Many lesbians have no interest at all in males sexually, or for dominance. (If they are dominant they more likely would prefer to dominate another woman.) So you are greatly reducing your wife’s pool of possible lovers by asking/expecting for the lover to be involved. Doing the chores, being in chastity and being cuckolded by your wife should be enough with anything else, in time, being a bonus.
Are you in the UK?
No ma’am the states. I was afraid of that but your right none of her fantasies involve me and that’s what’s bothering me I guess. Our current sex life is Saturday morning and maybe Sunday morning I put lesbian porn on my phone and she watches it while I eat her. Then I lay next to her and masterbat while she squeeze my balls or plays with my nipples. My fantasy are all over the place so I also fantasize about being a CD sissy. I just was wishing her fantasies and mine would intersect but it doesn’t seem that way. And no she doesn’t have any interest in dominating me even though the last 2 days she’s been really bitchy she would make such a great dom. Is it possible she could grow into it especially if she gets frustrated that her true fantasy is surpressed? And your right I think if I did help her find a girlfriend she would pull so far away from me I might lose her. I started slacking in my chores hoping she would snap and start dominating me.
Have you asked her to read these two pages from my alternative blog?
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Dear Mistress Scarlet,
i do so much love to read your blog entries. I check your blog several times each day for a new entry. I adore you because of your strictness and cruelty and consistency with which you treat your husband. I do so yearn for being treated like that for my whole life (i am 47). But I am also so afraid about it to happen to me. I am afraid it will be hell for me and I cannot endure it. But I also crave so much for it. My wife said if I want to be her slave then it has to be without ifs an buts. I tried several times but at the time it got more intense and inconvenient I gave up and my wife was very displeased with me. What can I do to get better in obeying and serving and ignoring my own will and wishes? Or is it just a phantasy of mine and I am an egoistic asshole that will forever take advantage of its wife to fulfill its sexual pleasures. What can I do? I don’t want to disappoint my wife and I so crave to suffer for my wife. But for example if she demands to rub her feet for more then half an hour I get so bored and annoyed and i tell her to please let me stop. I know thats not ok. What is wrong with me? Is my wife not strict enough or do I not invest enough effort? what can i do to change me?
Kind regards,
Serafina
I think I could help you both quite a lot, but I need more data.
Are you in chastity?
If you are instructed to rub her feet for more than half an hour and you stop because you are bored, what happens? What should happen is you are punished in a way you do not like, so (A) you continue because you are too frightened not to, and (B) your wife gets the exhilaration of wielding true power without pity.
When it comes to your indecision over what you want.
Firstly you can enter into an agreed experiment phase, say two months where she dominates you exactly as she wants and you must submit for the whole two mothns. then at the end of the two months you can each decide if you want to continue.
To help your thinking, you should imagine being 70 years old and looking back on your life, your life in which you NEVER had the courage to submit 100%. You never got to experience the feeling of: being helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel, dominant woman. As you think about that, would you be OK at 70 in that scenario, or would you be full of regret about never having committed to any experiment of the lifestyle?
Are you in the UK?
Thank you so much for your detailed answer and your time. I am very grateful.
I am in something like chastity. But without a cage. I only come if I am allowed to. I have to ask. Mostly every two or three weeks or so. My longest was 3 month without coming. I am only allowed to come on my knees with my hand. We have sex rarely. And I have to pay money before I am allowed to come or to buy her a present.
If I get bored rubbing her feet she insists on doing it some time longer. But she never punishes me really. She is such a kind and caring person. And we have children. We have to be quiet. Otherwise she would use a whip on me. She had sometimes in the past used the whip on me but is was rarely painful enough to regret my mistakes. She only did this 2 or 3 times so hard that I begged her to stop and it was real punishment and it helped me to obey better for a few days. After the cruel whipping she was like a real goddes for me and I head the feeling she truly owns me.
Maybe the experiment is a good thing to start with. But I fear it will be very hard for me to obey because she does not punish me. Instead of this she is upset or disappointed. And she cannot really punish me because of the children. Maybe I am that egoistic type of male who only wants to fulfill his sexual desire and uses his wife? What can I do to motivate myself better? We had some experiments in the past, but they failed because of my bad behaviour and also because my wife was not strict enough with me and lost interest because of my behaviour. I think if it should work than it depends on me and my behaviour and motivation so that she starts to trust me and starts to invest again into this kind of relationship. Maybe you have some tips for me how I can start it on my side and stay consistent with service and obedience to my wife?
I will regret it when i am 70 as i am regretting it now that for the past 25 years i did not manage to be a good slave to my wife and make her proud of me because of my selfish behaviour.
We live in Germany. My wife does not understand english very well. So I cannot show her your blog.
I also bought her a good book from a mistress like you which was translated to german in the past. She has read it. But she didn’t implement the tips of the book. I think she wants to be treated like a true goddess and she wants to have my service and obedience but she das not want to plan things or to control or punish or have any work with me. She just wants service and obedience and that is it. So I have to pay in advance if I want to convince her to be my goddess.
Best regards,
Ralf
I do not think there is much more you can do unless she understands you, and given you do not understand yourself, there is not much chance of that. Something that has helped many others in your situation is for the wife to read these two pages from my alternative blog.
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You will have to spend quite a bit of time translating them first. But I think it could be very helpful.
What was the book that had been translated?
Dear Mistress Scarlet,
thank you so much for your reply. I will translate the pages and give them to my wife. Thank you!
The book is called “The Femdom relationship guide” from Caroline Peel that I bought for a Kindle. But I am not sure if it’s still available because a Google search for the book ended up with some links to removed pages on Amazon. The story: she was cheated by her husband with a dominatrix. She found out and gave him one last chance to safe the relationship with her. The condition: he had to obey her completely. The wife visited the dominatrix and learned from her about the needs of her husband. Over the time she got as strict and pitiless as you Mistress Scarlet. Maybe less sadistic. But she saved her relationship and her husband is now completely under her control without any Freedom. The new Femdom relationship was 10 years as she wrote the book. I like the book very much because of the way she treats her husband. Its informative, erotic and frightening at the same time.
Kind regards,
Ralf
I think it may have been such a mistake to give her this book, you should apologise to her. I am thinking she was/is a woman slightly worried about where femdom in her marriage might end up, and you give her a book in which a husband who ends up with ZERO freedom and the content is frightening. You gave her what YOU would like, not what would carefully seduce her into it in a non-frightening way. I may be wrong.
Let me know how it all goes.
Hello Ms. Scarlet,
Not sure if you or your readers know about the book “The Femdom Relationship Guide” by Caroline Peel but it is a plagiarized book. Someone copy and pasted the blog “Femdom 101” by Kathy almost word for word. They hardly changed anything and then published the book on Amazon. A reader of Kathy’s blog sent her a link to that book and it upset her so badly so deleted most of her blog. It’s probably why the book is no longer available on Amazon. Kathy no longer updates her blog.
Kathy exposure to Femdom came when she found out her husband was seeing a dominatrix behind her back. She went to “talk”with this dominatrix to find out what made her husband cheat. The dominatrix invited her to come work at this place of business to learn about submissive men. She did. That is what that book would be about…what she learned.
coincidentally Ralf mentioned the book yesterday but not what happened.
Dear Mistress Scarlet,
i have thought a lot about things today. And maybe I have just wrong expectations. I think my expectations are a result of porn. So what I have in mind is probably dirty things from Femdom porn, that I want my wife to do to me. Sometimes my wife does such things but I have noticed that these things don’t really satisfy my needs. But what satisfies me is to be kind to my wife and help her and making her happy and be there for her. Also helping around a little bit in the house. So maybe I mix up porn and reality. And for the future I can start with little services that make her happy and then get better. Without the need of her demanding me. And give her the feeling she can count on me and she is the goddess she wants to be for me. So the whole thing can grow naturally. So that she gets used to be treated like a goddess and feels like a goddess and gets more self-confident. Without wips and punishment and orders. Maybe that’s the way to go.
May I politely ask how it all startet for you?
Best regards,
Ralf
It is certainly worth a try, but I fear it will not help in the long run. She needs to understand you need to be truly frightened of failing to comply with her wishes, and she needs to experience the power rush that comes from that situation. My previous answer contains my suggestions.
My wonderful life began with bitch-boy, by him giving more orgasms in one night of passion than I had had for the whole of the rest of my life put together. His skill and especially unselfishness was more than I thought possible in a man. (He is also extremely intelligent and wise and laid back but charmingly assertive when I need him to be in dodgy situations.) It did not take long before I told him I wanted to marry him. (I have always been quite dominant!)
The he told me he feared he was unsuitable husband material because he was a truly sexually submissive male and he described exactly what that meant. (He is totally self aware and had the courage to be 100% honest.) Given how assertive he could be when necessary for my safety and advantage, I just could not see a problem and told him so. That night in bed I experimented. I looked into his eyes and I began to pinch one of his nipples, harder and harder until he whimpered, but he did not raise his hand to mine and he got a rock-hard erection. I just thought, wow, what an easy way to get him hard, and I did get a little power rush. He had explained that if I wanted to be kind, I needed to make him endure things. It would be unkind, to be kind to him in the bedroom. And over two decades later, we are where we are.
Thank you Mistress Scarlet. I think I will first translate the pages so she can read it. After she has read them I hope she wants to discuss it with me. Then I can explain her that she has to truly frighten me.
Your love story is so wonderful. My wife was also very dominant when we met. And she told me it’s time to marry her. We had a lot of fun and did a lot of dirty things when we were young.
But then we got children, i had a lot of work for my career, she got very ill for some years (she is now healthy again) but now we have a lot of work with our children. Always live and daily routine and problems to solve between us. It’s not easy to have that relationship that we had in the good old days.
I am really happy for you both having such a wonderful and intense relationship.
Thank you very much for your replies and your time. Thank you very much. You are a wonderful mistress and teacher of your lifestyle.
Kind regards,
Ralf
Thank you for the kind words.
sounds like bliss all round in Christine’s household!
This right here is a masterpiece. She was nothing short of amazing. Also Christine definitely deserves a page of her own imo
I don’t know what you mean by, ‘a page of her own.’ My suggestion is, if you would like to hear more from Christine, as most of us do, you advise of that in clear and respectful words in your comments.
It’s not until I read stories like this that I’m quickly reminded I have so far to go before I can withstand this sort of cruelty. My wife is growing more harsh by the day, but my goodness this is brutal. The most extreme thing I’ve ever done was with my ex, we lived together for 3 years in our early 20’s. She would use a dog shock collar on me (low setting) when she was pulling into the driveway and when she was home. Even after things ended I would go and clean her house for her on my days off from work, in chastity while her roommate was there. One time she brought a new lover home and I was there cleaning, so I had to pretend that I was the roommates boyfriend. He was a nice guy, and they kissed on the couch, she sent me a text later saying “once you’re done go home so I can suck his dick.” But when I read this…. my goodness cruel beyond words, fascinating!!
Your ex sounds like an amazingly dominant woman. I think she and I would have a great deal in common!
Oh goodness the thought of you two enjoying a cup of tea chatting about things is absolutely terrifying! By far she was the cruelest woman I’ve ever met. She was my first true love, but life happens and sometimes people drift apart.
My wife found this account inspirational. Following some open and honest conversation she is enthusiastic and planning a fresh start on January 1st. Thank you for this and the feedback you have provided for her in email.
Please let me know how it goes.
She is aware of your request.
Loved reading this account by Christine M, Mistress Scarlet. Thank you for posting and continuing to provide such an excellent blog. I have recommended it to others I’ve met. Look forward to reading your new journal when ready.
As always, when I read an account by Ms Christine, I am reminded to “be careful what you wish for”…after all, who really wants to perform hard labour to the point of exhaustion under threat of punishment for slacking even a little? And, who really wants to be deprived sexually for months, only to earn an unsatisfying release under the most austere rules/conditions. Yet, I am in absolute awe of this amazing Woman…this strict, stern, uncompromising disciplinarian…I respectfully curtsey to Ms. Christine and of course, the delightful Ms. Scarlet!