My request for real-life accounts is proving quite rewarding. Here are two to start with.
Thank You for Your very generous invitation to male subs and slaves to discuss the regime they live under.
i am currently unowned, although i do long to be owned again, to be trained by and to nearby to serve, a very strict dominant woman again.
My previous Owner kept my caged 24/7. Release from my tube for cleaning, shaving and inspection occurred weekly with my Owner always wearing heavy rubber gloves. She did permit any flesh to ever come into contact with what She referred to as the gristle that hangs between my legs. I was more than a BAV!
She was very capricious regarding when i was released to spill my filth, but I never averaged more than 4 orgasms per year while She owned me. Every orgasm i was allowed was ruined and i was required to eat my issue after each session. i never once entered Her and She regularly explained to me that while She owned me i would never be sexually pleased by any woman in any fashion.
Owner experienced a minimum of 20 orgasms per week. The majority of these were the result of my performing oral on Her. Otherwise She used Her hitachi wand.
i did live with Her for the second half of the four years that we were together. These were the most arduous years of my life, and i Miss them.
i did all the chores and house work.
i wasn’t dressed in shame clothing per se, but i was not permitted to wear male undergarments. my Owner preferred t-backs and G-strings for me.
Several of Her closest friends knew of our FLR. i was occasionally loaned out to one such friend, for domestic and sexual duties.
Dear Mistress Scarlett,
Our lifestyle may be of some interest to your readers, it is still developing, since I introduced my partner to your guide & blog a few years ago. At this time I shall not go into how we got here, just how life is now.
I am kept locked in a chastity device as much as is practically possible, sometimes due to my work, I am allowed to have days off, but I am not allowed to orgasm, ever.
I have been orgasm free for just over two years & do not expect this to change any time soon. I would very much like to be allowed an orgasm, but L has decided that I’m not allowed any ever. This was in part due to me experiencing a severe drop in submissiveness post orgasm.
I had been denied orgasms for 18 months when L announced that it was to become permanent, I was crushed, I never expected such cruelty. She very much likes reminding me that “little sissy’s aren’t allowed sexual relief.”
I am responsible for the housework & have to do this, to the highest standards, in sissy maid attire, if faults are found the whole days work must be redone. Fortunately this is very infrequent, as on the occasions standards have slipped, L makes sure that the second go is far harder than the first, by adding restrictive chains, a butt plug & gag. The knowledge that I’ll have to redo everything if it’s not good enough is normally enough to make sure it’s perfect. Having had to scrub the floors with a toothbrush with a humbler on, because they were not mopped well enough, on top of redoing the dusting, vacuuming etc is a pretty good deterrent. I am always very nervous when the inspection takes place, because even though I check everything multiple times sometimes I still miss the odd thing. Sometimes L seems delighted to find a few faults.
On a day to day basis I have a strict set of rules to live by, and am subjected to weekly tedious tasks, these are long enough to require work every evening & must be done while dressed as a little girl. Tasks have been various over the years, from thousands of lines, to jigsaws. I hate jigsaws, especially as sometimes I get home to find large sections I had done have been dismantled. Sewing miles of lace trim onto things, which eventually became petticoats for me to wear was very humiliating on several levels, having to spend hours, in a dress, at the sewing machine, assisting with making more humiliating clothing was probably the worst task so far.
Breaking the rules, failing to progress tasks enough etc result in me recieving harsh punishments. These include things like, whipping, hours of sensory deprivation being strung up on spreaders with nettles in my knickers…
L likes to keep me extremely submissive & we have discovered over the years that locking me in sissy dresses is the most effective way to do this, so I spent a lot of my free time like this.
When dressed I have to mince, holding my skirts out at my sides & curtsying whenever entering an occupied room, or if L enters a room I am in, I must stop whatever I am doing and curtsey. I am very humiliated and she mocks me for being so pathetic to submit to the disgracing. A couple of weeks ago I forgot one curtsey & was subjected to 20 minutes of filmed curtsying practice per evening for a week, this footage is to be joined up & played back to me in one go over the weekend.
L likes sex, I have to satisfy her using whether she is in the mood for, be it my hands, tongue, toys, or penetrating her with a strap on. I particularly hate the latter, as it reminds me of everything she has taken from me.
I am very lucky to have found someone who has embraced this lifestyle & accepted me for the submissive I am. Your writings have given her the confidence to take control & make sure I am kept well & truly in my place.
MY latest account!
My latest journal seems to be very popular.
It is also available as a Kindle book on AMAZON.
It may well now be available in Barnes and Noble, Nook, iTunes books, etc.
Below is the Introduction used in the journal:
This journal includes in its title the words, ‘no leniency’, as will all future journals. I mentioned in my last journal that, for whatever reason or reasons, I profoundly evolved through the two-year period of the Covid lockdown. That evolution eradicated from the deepest corners of my mind any remaining shreds of leniency and uncertainty I ever had for my slave husband, while pursuing the most fulsome, decadent, wicked pleasure. He and I still share hours of vanilla time together each week because, when I desire it, I adore his vanilla company. However one very significant change is that there really are no such things as wholly vanilla days now.
In the 22 January 2022 entry, later in this journal, I set out in detail some of the attributes of my regimen that are 24/7/365 and so affect my puppet throughout what used to be wholly ‘vanilla’ days. There are chains always padlocked around each of his ankles and a metal collar padlocked around his neck, his tiny chastity tube double padlocked on, obviously. He can bathe and shower in all these items. The cane and whips are on a hook in the sitting room often brought briefly into action for a number of reasons, or just because I can. I have him bend over and hold his ankles to receive between ten and twenty hard strokes of the cane or dressage whip. That is quite often followed by me on my own, bringing myself off, or having him help me do so in his role of Mistress’s-Little-Masturbation-Helper, driving home the huge difference between my lavish, satisfying and abundant sex-life, and his frustrating, frugal and barren one.
There is one activity used on both vanilla days and full-on DS days, (Domination/Submission days) that is particularly cruel. Using a cotton bud to apply a nasty balm through some of the holes in his chastity tube. Penis discomfort without even the compensation of becoming erect. Minor discomfort if it is only two of the holes, rather more discomfort if it is all ten.
Secondly, coming to full-on DS days, one profound change is, he more often than not, endures full-on DS days without for a moment being allowed out of his tiny chastity tube. Not a ‘sex-game’ for him. Not even the compensation of a brief erection. What he endures during full-on DS days is also a great deal more than ever before. Be it the levels of humiliation and or tedium, or sexual frustration, or physical pain levels. The following journal entries bear testimony to that! Deterrent punishments at the beginning of full-on DS days evolve during the period covered by this journal and are a good example. No longer is it just his butt and hips, with wraparound, well-marked with cane and dressage whip, but EVERY TIME now, the backs of his thighs AND the fronts of his thighs are well marked by the agitation whip too. I want the pleasure of seeing he is well-marked when he is facing me too, not just when he is facing away from me!
He made a huge mistake during the many step-change moments of my recent evolution because he did not, or perhaps could not, hide how his awe of me and worship of me increased with each step-change. Each step-change also brought me a significantly increased sense of decadent pleasure and contentment, and of self-esteem that I could be, ‘so bad’. In the gaps between suffering, I could tell he was and is more content than ever before. This, (probably subconscious), response of his to my increased cruelty, filled me with a sense of liberation and freedom that there was no practicable limit I could reach. My ‘badness’ was not limited by anything but my requirement for maintaining his physical health and wellbeing. I could be as ‘bad’ as I wanted to be and there was no downside; so spontaneously things spiralled; up for me, down for him. I gave him the choice; domination my way, which means I will do whatever I damn well please, or no domination at all. He could not face, no domination at all, so here we are!
There is now just about nothing, as long as it does not adversely affect his physical health and wellbeing that I do not consider experimenting with. The options are wide open for so called, ‘extreme’ things I would have ruled out before my evolution, without really thinking properly about why I was.
So this is the first of a new generation of journals, dear reader, and my life is the most wonderful it has ever been; and it seems his submissive contentment, (when not suffering), is the deepest that has ever been.