Butt plugs, gags and spacer bars

Brigite commented on the most recent post from Corrine which I felt appropriate to be part of this blog post. (Brigite’s comment is at the foot of this post).

(I will also mention, in rsponse to a request, that I have also grouped all of Corrine’s contributions under the tab, Domme’s letters. Hover over the tab to see the contents.)

Like Brigite and Corrine, I too like to have to have my puppet plugged both ends during various scenarios, including doing chores. And of course in his chastity cage. My preference for a butt plug is an inflatable one, (more on that later), and for a gag either inflatable, or a 5 inch dildo type.

I don’t know if other Dommes feel the same as I do, but a lovely warm glow of power ignites in me, seeing my puppet walking or sitting, looking like he is in minimal bondage, but I know, out of sight there is a dildo gag down his throat, an inflatable dildo deep in his butt and a chastity cage encasing his birth defect. There is just something so ‘complete’ about that trio and it all being hidden away that somehow makes it very amusing and neat and cruel.

I do wonder if I could be helped though with the sourcing of an inflatable butt plug exactly to my requirements.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I cannot seem to find a butt plug with a sturdy base plate and most importantly, one where the narrow portion DOES NOT inflate. I have bought several and in each case the narrow portion inflates, so the limit to inflation inside bitch-boy  is set by how much he can take of the inflation of the narrow portion. And just to be clear, I do not want to stretch him there. What I want is to have him feeling the length and width right inside him growing and growing.

Anyway enough on my ‘issues’. Below is the comment on Corrine’s post  from Brigite:

 

Thank you M Scarlet and Corinne for this interesting testimony of practices that are also my favorites. Making my sub’s life miserable is one of the most fun things I know. I present to you a small anthology of my practices. I have almost the same practices as Corrine, with a few variations.

I rarely use a ball or dildo gag, I’m afraid he’ll choke on it, so I prefer rings or dental gags.
As for the fetters, sometimes I swap the chains Corrine uses with long bars with various length  combinations. I also like to tie a hand to his back, or tape his thumbs.

I also like chained dumbbells (i did not find iron balls) on her wrists and ankles which makes her job very tiring and risky because the dumbbells can swing and break things. Imagine how tiring and risky it is to raise your arms to wash the windows with dumbbells (from 2 to 5 kg) which swing from the wrists .

For the shoes, I totally approve of Corrine’s options, I just regret that you cannot use the ballet boots, poor cucu tell’s me its a real torture. A little idea you may have had is to have him wear a flat shoe on one foot and a high heel on the other, this makes the walk very amusing for me.

To make her cleaning painful, I use a spiked and weighted parachute around her balls.
Another technique I use is to reduce his field of vision using blinkers which makes his vision even more difficult.

The ultimate goal being to make his work humiliating, painful and exhausting for my greatest pleasure. I love your idea of the heavy iron with no steam, I’ll try to find one. Is it electric Corrine?

Kisses Brigite

One thing I will mention Brigite, is wrist and ankle weights, ideally with some bells attached. There is no swinging of the weight, which would have me worrying something precious could get broken. But there remains the extra fatigue.

 

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Easy Spike Turning

[29 December 2020] I have posted about the ring of spikes a couple of times before. The last post was on purchasing longer spikes from an online hardware store. This post is for any Domme who owns a similar ring of spikes. While bitch-boy was working on some DIY the other day, I noticed in his open tool box an array of what I learned are are called hexagon driver bits.

I had the previous day been using the ring of spikes to my great pleasure and bitch-boy’s squealing and whimpering misery, but the one annoyance being the unhelpful, L-shaped Allen key that has to be used to twist the spikes inward and outward. Shown on the right on the photo below. 

 

After testing a few hexagon driver bits I found one that exactly fitted the spike orifice. Below is the bit and below that the bit in action. It is now soooo easy to twist each spike in or out, or in and in some more! No more grappling with the L-shaped Allen key!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Human Mummy Bondage

Further to my post on a bondage image I really liked I first received the very helpful comment directly below. On posting that, I received more very useful advice on the same topic from Rhoda, which is appended at the foot of the post.

Advice Notes 1

Dear Mistress Scarlet,

The picture and related video look to me like they use pallet wrap (Saran wrap in the US?) which is an industrial version of kitchen cling film – polyethylene film which sticks to itself. It is quite cheap and easy to obtain from Amazon or office suppliers. A later video on the same users account (nuo pyppy) shows the same bondage with a few additions, in which the sub falls over sideways, revealing more of how the wrap was applied.

If used well, it can create utterly inescapable bondage. Indeed you may recall that Christine M described (https://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/2015/12/27/extreme-christmas-perversity/#comment-7016) previously using it to bind David for his extreme Linnex sessions. In my personal experience, (Mistress Alecto has used pallet wrap to bind me many times) 3/4/5 layers is usually ample.

I would offer the following suggestions from personal experience:
1. Buy wide and narrow rolls of wrap – the wide ones for the torso or ‘covering wraps’ (top layers), and the narrow for limbs, hands, etc. Or you can just but a few wide (400mm) rolls and cut one in half (or 1/3+2/3) with a hacksaw.
2. Buy a good pair of paramedic scissors, or a safety (recessed blade) knife to remove the wrap at the end. Also get a dowel or similar to act as a handle for the roll.
3. Some people wrap the head, but I don’t see the point of this when you can just use a rubber or leather hood. Also head (or neck) wrapping runs the risk of interfering with breathing.
4. Remember plastic wrap gets very sweaty inside, so if your sub will be wrapped for more than an hour or so, think of hydration
5. Start by wrapping the limbs (narrow roll), and then wrap the body, The limbs will then stick to the body (or each other) anyway you want (e.g. straitjacket pose) – you can then wrap over the top to hold everything in place.
6. Start wrapping the arms & upper body first with the sub standing, so you can walk around them to wrap, then lay the sub down and do the legs second. If you start by immobilising the legs, so the sub has to lie down, it becomes difficult to wrap the upper body.

I hope that is useful.

Advice Notes 2

I have wrapped up smallbear many times. Some further tips would be-

Different brands of cling film have different stretchiness so try several to find the best.

Make sure you hold the roll so the film unwinds as if you were unrolling a carpet.

When laid flat with legs wrapped together, the pelvis is tilted forward causing back pain after a while in the less supple-a pillow under the knees stops this.

Hands can be wrapped whilst holding a foam tennis ball-stops wiggling fingers picking holes and prevents the hands cramping if wrapped as a fist. (I have often just wrapped and taped his hands as very cheap bondage mitts)

Parcel tape works as well as duct tape. It is much cheaper but is harder to tear off lengths.

Put cotton wool ball over the nipples before wrapping, makes it much easier to cut holes for access!

It takes practice, so might be worth some “training” sessions, say just the arms and upper body, before trying a big scene.

Have several pairs of safety scissors, you might need to find a pair in a hurry!

Rhoda

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Bondage Novelty Living Installation

Below is a screenshot from  this video on Twitter!

Yes, difficult to work out on first viewing isn’t it. Best to watch the video from the link above to see what is going on.

I can just imagine having bitch-boy so bound, and tormented with the electrics. I adore the utter helplessness and the exposed, vulnerable genitalia. He would be in my peripheral vision while I got on with something else. He would be gagged and wearing ear buds playing white noise, and allowed only to make the quietest of whimpering and pleading noises.

He would not have cum for a very long time, see below, and he would not get to cum the day I did this. I would probably subject him to it for 2 to 3 hours. Then he would be locked back up in his chastity cage. I would have several orgasms during that time of course.

My new chastity regime for him continues. I know it is not as mean as other Dommes who feature on my blog, but he is seriously struggling with it and he also knows he is moving slowly but inexorably toward having his final ever orgasm. He has not cum for 7 weeks or been out of his cage in that time except for a few  rather ‘intense’ dicki-disciplne sessions which perhaps make him wish he had not been let out of the cage at all.

Before that orgasm under my shoe, his orgasm denial period was 17 weeks when he had an orgasm but the new regime began.

Will I ever replicate the video. I doubt it. All the time taken for him to shave from the neck down to his toes, and then me applying all the duct tape, and then removing it! All too much effort for me I think.

Young, Dominant, Cruel

Introduction

I think you might find this a treat. A treat for the new UK  lock-down. To begin with, below are two real life accounts from Young Dommes. As regular readers know, I adore accounts of real life mature Domme/sub relationships, especially long-term relationships; where the Domme has naturally evolved over the years; moving up the spectrum that is labelled, ‘extreme’, at the top end.

BUT, I truly adore real life accounts of young women who found domination early. How I would have loved that for my own life. But I certainly cannot complain at the life I have had and especially the life I have lived over the past 20 odd years!

AND, I also adore accounts of real life female domination, where there is no ‘romantic’ relationship; such as a workplace initiated domination and submission arrangement.

So a couple of new tasty features. I have trawled though my collection of real life accounts from my collection of Madame magazines of the 1970s and 1980s. Below are two accounts from YOUNG DOMMES and,  I am spoiling you, because under the menu tab option above left,  DOMMES LETTERS, as well as the two accounts below, there are another three accounts from YOUNG DOMMES. When you hover on that DOMMES LETTERS tab, there is a drop-down option of YOUNG DOMMES. There you will find the additional three  accounts from young Dommes.

And in due course, There will be another drop down option, Workplace Dommes.

Formatting these accounts has taken hours of time for poor bitch-boy. Not that I feel any pity for him. He is my slave after all. Drudgery work is one of the things he is for, as well as suffering in many other ways for my pleasure.

Please let me know if these new features are worth me spending bitch-boy’s time on. I obviously can fill his days in other ways that please me!

 

Account 1- Shaming Masturbation

From him: Simple eye contact can be a serious weapon. My girlfriend captured the reason why when she looked at me with this smirk on her face and said, “I bet you’re wondering what I’m thinking aren’t you?”

I think that hit the nail on the head. Instead of closing my eyes or looking down, I’m forced to watch her eyes and her facial expressions. Sometimes she has this very superior look because she knows just how much power she has over me. Other times, there is laughter in her eyes because (I suppose) she finds it amusing that a grown man would jack off in front of a fully-dressed woman and then lick up his cum while she watches. But regardless of what I might suppose she is thinking, I don’t really know and that is what tears me apart.

My girlfriend continued, “No, you don’t have any idea what my thoughts are right now. I might think this is really disgusting, the idea that a guy would jack off in front of a woman and then eat his cum, rather than demand to fuck her or make her suck his cock. Or I might find it very funny watching you pulling on your cock and tickling your balls, especially when you get close to cumming and your face gets all contorted. Or I might be thinking how I am going to tell some of my friends what you like to do. That that gives me so much power over you that I can even make you lick up your own sticky mess.” With that, I know I shuddered at the thought of what her girlfriends would think if they knew. She saw my discomfort and she laughed. “Would that embarrass you,” she asked, “having some of my girlfriends you know to feed you your cum?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well guess what,” she said with a giggle, “I have told a girlfriend. And she thought it was hilarious.”

I begged her to tell me who she had shared our secret with but she refused. “Oh, I think it’s a lot more fun with you not knowing,” she told me, “It’s just another thing you can be thinking about while you’re gobbling up your cum for me.”

From her: Last night, I finally had my boyfriend put his legs over his head and jack off into his face. He was lying down on the floor and brought his legs over until they were resting on the side of my bed. Then as he masturbated, I alternately spanked and fingered his ass. I grabbed a hold of his balls and squeezed them tightly and told him that when he came I wanted him to get every bit into his mouth or he would be squeezed hard! and punished. He was mortified and I couldn’t stop laughing at his embarrassment.

When he finally came, the eruption surprised us both. The first spurt shot a big glob of cum right into his left eye. He corrected his aim but still managed to get maybe half the load into his mouth. I stood over him and spanked his ass hard five times and told him that I should further punish him by telling my friends how ridiculous he looked. He begged me not to so I told him that if he let me scoop the remainder of his mess up with a spoon and feed it to him, I wouldn’t tell anyone.

His first attempt to ask me to feed him his cum was too hard for me to hear so I gave his ass a hard swat and told him to speak louder. His second attempt wasn’t much better and I spanked his ass three times and told him he was trying my patience. I told him that unless he begged me in a loud and clear voice, that my friends would soon know what a cum eating slut he was. His response was much improved and I soon had his face clean and his mouth full.

I can’t believe how my boyfriend is responding to this domination. He’s become much more attentive to me and treats me better than he ever has before…..and I’m not talking about just in the bedroom. I think I’m really getting into this.

Currently I am forcing my slave to mastursize to a Pamela Lee picture up to 4 hours an evening. I caught him jacking off to her magazine images, so now he is paying the price. He wanted her so bad; now he has got her!! I destroyed his magazines and kept one pic of her. It is blue tacked to the wall at the side of my sofa.

I watch the TV while he faces the other way, next to me, staring at the picture and mastersizing. He knows if he comes, or if he loses his hard-on, he will be so severely punished. He knows how angry he has made me and he is very frightened. At the end of the 4 hours, he is locked back into his restraint.

The rest of the time I am teasing the poor bastard to insanity.

Account 2 –

Dear Ms. Candida,

One of the best ways to tease a man is coming back into fashion. Yes, the miniskirt. Taking advantage of the warm, sunny spell, I decided on a day in London, parading round showing all the pathetic men what they could not have. Though I say it myself, I have very good legs and my new pleated skirt, covering only about the top three inches of my thighs, shows them off to their best advantage. I made Michael, my long-suffering man-friend, come along with me for a day of fun.

Mini-skirts are not common yet, not as short as mine anyway, so I got lots of attention from all those frustrated men who would have liked to screw me. Michael, I should explain, often falls into the same catagory. At 37 he is 16 years older than me, quite successful at his job but not so successful with the ladies. So he gets a real boost now he can show me off as his attractive young dolly-bird to all those executive colleagues of his. But of course in life there is a price to pay for everything and I am no exception. He keeps me, of course, in our nice little house, but he also knows that if he wants me to stay his little dolly-bird he has to satisfy all my whims. I am sure that he would not like all his colleagues to know what our relationship is really like. So if I feel like letting him screw me, then he gets his oats just like everyone thinks. If I feel like other games, much less pleasant from his point of view, then that is just the price he has to pay.

So oh this occasion I felt like teasing lots of other men. My legs certainly had a lot of attention. Some men, real creeps, just stood and stared. Others glanced at me and turned back to take a second look, shocked expressions on their comical little faces. Some pretended not to have noticed, squinting   sideways   and   visibly flushing. I walked slowly so that they could all get a good look at me, gazing at my thighs and all wishing that they could have me.

Best of all were the men out with their wives. Often I met their gaze with a giggle and a smile, making sure that their wives noticed. On a few occasions insignificant little men, accompanied by redoubtable-looking wives, pretended not to be looking at me, but stole shiftly sideways glances. In a loud voice I demanded, “Haven’t you seen a young lady’s legs before?”
and strode on, leaving domestic arguments in my wake. Who knows, perhaps one of those couples were also Madame readers and the poor husband ended the day with a well-caned bottom or aching privates? By the time we were back home I was, frankly, feeling quite randy, and so was Michael. However I felt like oral adoration and knew it would be more fun to leave Michael frustrated. But, well, I thought I should be fair to him and I fetched the playing cards.

Michael’s face fell when he saw the cards, but he was desperate to get his end away and he accepted the challenge. To get what he wanted, all he had to do was draw a king. I did not even specify that it had to be the king of hearts, as I often do. If he drew another royal card then he would have to give me oral service instead, with his genital restrainer kept on to ensure he got no relief himself. Of the non-royal cards. A six or higher would mean that not only would he have to service me, but also that he would receive a few strokes of the cane to take his mind off his own frustrations. A card less than a six? Then he would be in real trouble. And indeed he was, a three of diamonds. Poor Michael groaned because he knew that I was still in the mood for a lot of fun, at his expense.

Soon he was naked and secured for the cane. I reminded him of all the men who had disrespectfully stared at my thighs, of those who had followed a short way, hoping no doubt that a breeze might whip up my hem and give them a flash of my panties, as did happen a couple of times, of the impertinent wolf-whistles that came my way. Yes, all this demanded retribution and his bottom was to be the target.

I do not know quite how many strokes I gave him. There was no need to count, after all I was not planning to stop after a mere half-dozen or even twice that. I was going to stop when I judged that he had a well caned bottom. Poor Michael thought he had a well caned bottom quite quickly and began his pathetic pleading but of course he was just being silly. I was trying to hit him hard  and I was taking my time so as not to tire myself, but I am a girl and he is a mature man so he is just a baby to plead that it hurts so much. With lots of nice lines across his bottom and the tops of his thighs I decided that he had enough of the cane, but then I reminded him how all those men had stared at my thighs so it was only fair that his thighs should get more attention too. I have a leather strap, with the end cut into two tongues, and this is very good for paying attention to male thighs. With his legs a little apart, the ends of the strap reach the inner thighs quite nicely and soon he was turning a nice shade of red. My strokes aimed at the top of his nearer thigh gave him a little bonus, the tongues caught him in the male penalty area and he made a quite unnecessary amount of noise. Indeed I was   impelled   to   register   my displeasure by twice repeating the stroke.

Well, that was his punishment over, but the poor man had not had any relief, had he? Obviously the thing to do was to discourage him a bit. So he was duly repositioned for a little dicky treatment. Now I know that some correspondents like to give a man’s dicky a lovely hard caning and I bet that it is a lot of fun. However, I do quite prize Michael’s dicky at times and it would be a shame to spoil it, to damage one of the blood vessels or something. So while Michael’s dicky does get caned, I use a very light cane and whip it with lots of little stinging strokes that make it nice and sore. Working up and down the shaft, with the occasional, amusingly effective, low stroke, I soon had Michael’s dicky much too sore for him to think of playing with it, even if I were going to let him.

There was still the question of my pleasure of course. It had been a good day and a fun evening and it was time for my own satisfaction. Michael was moaning  a  lot,  risking further punishment, but he dutifully knelt between my legs as I lay back on the edge of the bed, naked before him. With great care he tongued me in all my nicest places and, I must say, he brought me to a beautiful climax. And so, a memorable day was drawing to a close. I do not think Michael was thinking about his own relief anymore, but one can never tell.
I refitted and locked his genital restrainer nice and tightly to make sure. His restrainer imprisons his dicky of course, but the strap running back separates his balls and leaves them satisfactorily exposed, which can be quite convenient. On this occasion I “patted” them each twice with a ruler to keep his mind off other things.

I have been experimenting with my skirt in front of a mirror. By turning in the waistband I can shorten it still further and if I wear brief panties, without tights, then at the back my panties disappear into my cleft. Then if a breeze catches the hem or if I bend over just a little, anyone behind might think I am wearing nothing at all underneath. This could be a real tease.

Men   will   dash   into   public conveniences in droves to wank themselves silly on what they think they have seen. It could be a memorable summer if the weather does not let us down. Meantime, I am planning our next excursion, with the skirt shortened a little, and Michael will get a stroke of the cane, and appropriate dicky and ball treatment too, for every man who stares at me. I am saddened to have to say that Michael is not as enthusiastic about this as one might have hoped.

Yours Truly,
Cindy R.

 

Domination à Trois Part 2.

Following receipt of the wonderful account below, I have requested Mistress Corrine does indeed go yet deeper with the detail on a number of aspects. I cannot wait!

 

Dear Scarlett,
My wife (Mistress Carmen) and I are honored by the evidence you gave to my comment and we are honored by your interest in our menage. I will try to give a concise answer to your curiosity and then, in the future, it might be interesting to deepen some aspects with you and with the other Dominatrixes who follow your wonderful blog.
Following the order of your curiosities:

His chastity regime:

The slave chastity regime is extremely simple: He is in constant and total chastity 24/7/365 without any kind of orgasm. In particular, the last orgasm was the day before my wife moved to our house: April 25, 2010.

That evening, for the last time, ‘slave’ masturbated while licking my shoes and while I whipped him. After reaching what he knew was his last orgasm, he licked all his semen off the ground and, not without desperate sobbing, put on his chastity belt.

Slave had been in chastity long before, of course, but, until I met my wife, he even had the honor – albeit very rarely – of making me cum with his cock (even if that was never one of the my favorite ways of achieving orgasm). His last penetration, in order to insert it in your BAV register, dates back to a few months before I met my wife, I would say late August – early September 2009. Unfortunately I can’t be more precise. Obviously I would like you to insert it in your BAV register.

Slave has two pierced rings on the foreskin of his cock and another pierced ring in the perineal area between testicles and anus. There are two ways in which her chastity is ensured:
First of all, a neosteel shemale classic hip chastity belt, with the possibility of adding rear shild with anal dildo. He wears it regularly 24/7 (it took a few months to fit this beautiful bespoke item) and is taken off once a week while the slave is in bondage for more thorough cleaning.

Every 2/3 months slave passes a period of 7/10 days outside the belt and, in that case, chastity is ensured through a padlock that joins the piercings on the foreskin to that in the perineal area.

Finally, if there was a need to go through metal detectors, then he would wear a common chastity cage model CB6000 until it was possible to return to more effective tools.
It goes without saying that his total denial of orgasm is particularly painful for him, given that he lives in a condition of total slavery to two cruel lesbian masters, which excites him immensely.

And needless to say, my wife and I enjoy immensely in making his frustration more and more cruel through domination, getting us served at times while having sex and through teasing and denial sessions which, of course, are not about his cock.
In this context, often Slave is also forced to take Viagra to make his frustration even more cruel.

No pathetic male erections and no disgusting male orgasms in our house.
Slave undergoes regular visits to the prostate (we care about his well-being) and shows no signs of any kind of clinical disorder related to abstinence. In the early years she had some sporadic nocturnal ejaculation without orgasm and, sometimes, he had ejaculations, always without orgasm, in case of anal penetration.
In recent years, however, none of this.

Does he do all the chores and is he punished, (and if so how), if there is inadequate performance:

Slave takes care of all the household chores and cooking, as well as home maintenance work, looking after my and my wife’s wardrobe, our shoes, making sure that the house is always stocked with the necessities of my wife and mine .

He must follow regular protocols and is obviously severely punished for any slightest lack.
The punishments are quite varied and range from beating with the most varied tools, to sessions of predicament bondage, to the use of clamps of various kinds on the most various parts of the body, to carrying out housework without the aid of appliances or tools or from performing them in more severe bondage, the use of stinging or painful materials or substances (nettles, hessian dresses, painfully small shoes or with insoles with pins or stones or the like) or undergoing particularly cruel public humiliations or a combination of all these.

Is he tormented in any way simply for the pleasure of you and / or your wife:

Obviously slave is punished, very frequently, even if only for the pleasure of my wife and mine. We have probably not explored the idea of ​​Mistress brigite11 of give him contradictory or simultaneous order with due attention … it is really interesting!

What does he do if you and your wife are engaged in activities like watching TV or going out for the day?:

If slave is not busy with his chores and is not with us for direct service, there are usually 4 possibilities:
1) He is forced to remain in a position expressly assigned until further direct order (for example he can be placed on his feet or kneeling in a corner of the house, or prostrate face to earth in front of a pair of our shoes or in front of a our garment or similar).
2) He is forced to carry out boring and humiliating rituals and / or activities (for example repeatedly licking the soles of our shoes, polishing with his tongue some part of the house or some furniture such as the toilet, cleaning the tile joints with a toothbrush, perform, in uncomfortable bondage, humiliation rituals).
3) It is kept closed in a cage.
4) He is held in his accommodation with the obligation to follow courses related to his service on his tabet (controlled by my wife and I and with access allowed only to certain sites).
5) He does his half hour of daily gymnastics.
If my wife and I are away from home for more than one day (no slave holidays or weekends) slave receives a program which is a mix of the above activities and which my wife and I can control through baby cam or documentation that slave us must send from time to time.

What are his sleeping arrangements?

Normally, a slave sleeps in a small room (formerly a small bathroom) without a window, equipped only with a cot, a wool mattress and, during the winter, a blanket.
Normally he sleeps at night in some kind of bondage but not immobilization, since the next morning he must be able to get up to serve.
Sometimes, for punishment or for our enjoyment, he sleeps in one of the cages we have hidden in the house. On some occasions, then, it may happen that he sleeps in total bondage or in our room, on the floor at the foot of the bed.

What is his dress code?

In addition to the chastity devices Slave always wears also some elements of bondage.
He always wears, 24/7/365, a ring-shaped metal collar, 0.7 cm in diameter, from which a ring hangs in the front.
Attached to the ring is a pendant, like those of dogs, with the words ‘SLAVE’ on the front and ‘property of Mistress Carmen and Mistress Corinne’ on the back.
On his wrists and ankles he wears similar bracelets and anklets, always with rings.
Slave has four different dress codes.
The most stable and frequent one, used for domestic services, is that of a Victorian maid, with a long uniform, corset, petticoats, apron and flat shoes.

He also has some sissy maid uniforms, but they are mostly used for humiliation games because they are impractical.
During the Slavic domestic service he is always chained through chains that join collar, bracelets and anklets.

The other domestic dress code, which my wife loves, is that of a ‘gimp save’ one-piece suit in latex, with a hood designed to dehumanize, and the use of all kinds of bondage gear and torture tools. If he’s not on duty or used as a gimp, he’s normally naked.

If we have ‘vanilla’ guests, he wears a male hotel waiter’s uniform, and is presented as our servant, or is locked in bondage in his quarters. The last dress code is the one for leaving the house. Jeans and t-shirt in summer or jeans, shirt and sweatshirt in winter. Sneakers. Winter jacket. All strictly black.

Normally slave is not allowed to leave the house (and I don’t think he would really want to go out in chains or in one of his household estates anyway). However, he can leave the house three times a week, in the morning, to supply the house with the necessary. For this he has a credit card, of which my wife and I obviously have complete control, and of which he must provide an accurate account. The evening before he goes out, he must present to my wife and me the program of what to do, the itinerary and the estimated time needed.
The morning in question, instead of being chained as usual, he wears a GPS tracker bracelet so my wife and I can track his whereabouts.

Back home he goes back to one of his usual outfits and in chains. The only other circumstance in which he can leave the house is for medical needs or for public humiliations.

Mistress Brigite’s cucu is transformed

My last post that included comment from Mistress Brigite was the post: Mistresses’ variations of: The most-powerful-cruel-clever-chastity-scheme-ever.  Below is her account of a culmination of weeks of planning Mistress Brigite  had been emailing me about. (For background completeness, cucu is in chastity 24/7/365.)

This special day was delayed due to the delay in the arrival of my purchases. cucu knew that changes had been waiting for him and I set the big day for Tuesday. Monday night late, I chained cucu on his bed, lying on his stomach, and I told him that I wanted his agreement for the next morning, without knowing exactly what to expect.

Tuesday morning, I woke him up with a bang by 6 good strokes of the cane on his buttocks.
After releasing him I asked him if he was willing to give me great pleasure by accepting a new life. His response was immediate: “Of course Mistress.” I sent him to the bathroom, with the order to shower in cold water, to remove his body hair completely and to cut his head hair very short. When he came back I told him that now he was no longer a man, but a female and that he would, forever more, wear women’s underwear every day, from morning to night, even when he would be out to work; and only female clothes at home. I explained to him that I no longer wanted to ever see him in men’s clothes. He was devastated by this news, but I started dressing him.

To start with, I put on a tight silicone bustier with huge G-cup fake breasts. When he saw it in the mirror he was already desperate, but it was only the beginning. A female latex mask was the next piece, I also chose it tight. Then I put a corset on her in very narrow leather, which once laced, and I had some difficulty, reduced its size by 18 cm. (6 inches). It was a little difficult for him to breathe. He had the silhouette of a caricature of a female with huge breasts and waist very fine. A real treat to watch, even better than in my wildest dreams.

Diapers and one rubber panties followed, then stockings and ankle boots laced and padlocked with 10 cm, (4 inch) heels. To finish with the underwear I added a black bra and as I found his posture not very good, I added his bondage shoulder straps, which forced him to stand straighter. Finally as clothing; pink household gloves, a very fine white blouse, padlocked at the collar and cuffs, a hobble skirt padlocked at the waist, which descends to her ankles which requires her to take very small steps. A blonde wig, an apron and her shackled cuffs complete her outfit. When I was done dressing I saw her eyes shining with tears and her pleading gaze, I laughed.

I sent her to look at herself in the mirror, “Look how pretty you are honey,” I told her.
He remained looking at himself as petrified for a good little while. Then I asked him,
“Didn’t you forget something?” He answered “Thank you Mistress ”  in  a very small voice.

“It’s right that you thank me. While I gave myself a lot of consternation to imagine this very pretty and very comfortable costume ” She thanked me totally humiliated in the same term, but I told her that she would be punished for this disrespect. Then I send him to prepare breakfast, telling her that it was only for me, because I want him to lose a few pounds.

Once served, I sent her to his room with the order to wait for me in front of the mirror, motionless with his hands on his head. I had lunch very quietly. I had the idea of creating a new punishment book, on which I wrote down his disrespect. I dragged around for a good hour knowing that he must have been in pain from her still position in her high heels. Then I went to join her by bringing large trash bags, big scissors and a bag with accessories that he would find out about later. She had to go get me a chair and when I was seated I told her I was going to sort and reduce her male wardrobe.

I started with his socks, which she had to cut one by one. Then his briefs and his underwear suffered the same fate, as well as a good part of his clothes. She told me the next day that until that moment he still had a little hope that it was just temporary, but that when I had him destroy a large part of his clothes, she understood that I was really serious.

Once that was finished, she went to take the garbage bags to the garage with the order to bring back some strong glue. When she came back with the glue, I took a dildo out of the bag and told her to go stick it on the mirror at the height of his mouth when she is kneeling. It was a small job, but made difficult by the way it was held. I was delighted to see that the stress effect was even worse than i imagined. I was thrilled.

The vision of this dildo is totally obvious. I hope that seeing it every day will remind him of his condition of humiliated and submissive female. Then I sent her to clean my room and my bathroom. I was so excited that I had to give myself pleasure while she toiled in her constraining outfit.

When she finished and came back to see me for the next orders, she found me on the couch. I told him to go to my car and bring back the suitcases and bags placed in the trunk;

which contained her new wardrobe. I ordered him to put everything away which is new and to wash and iron all the rest that I had bought in thrift stores. When I called her to cook dinner, I noticed that she was starting to get tired and seemed to be in pain; to my delight.

I ate a delicious seafood platter while she ate a mixture of bruxelle sprouts and cold spinach with bread without dry salt. And to spice it up, 3 fresh olives which are as bitter as the product for the nails and whose bitterness stays in the mouth for hours. She needs to spit out the pits perfectly clean so I can be sure she doesn’t pretend to eat them and swallow them whole.

The afternoon passed quietly, I took a good nap while she was doing her laundry, ironing in addition to other household chores.

In the evening, after a good meal for me and the same lunch menu for him. I unlocked his clothes and allowed him to completely undress except for his soaking diaper and rubber panties. She was exhausted, sweating with her face all red from being covered by the mask all day. The marks left by the corset and shoulder straps  delighted me. I sent her to take a good cold shower when I got back I handed her her new nightgown which I had sewn myself with love, made of burlap bags.

Then I send him to fetch the washboard he kneels on in front of my chair when we talk. To begin with I asked him what he sincerely thought of his new outfit, he replied: “Horrible, Mistress” I answered him with a big smile: “Perfect“. That said, I gave him my new directives which are in addition to the old ones, but this one is totally unfair:

I don’t want to see her dress as a man at home anymore, and when she can’t help it when she leaves and arrives from work outside, 2 or 3 times a week; or when we go out together, he will get a punishment every time, because he will be in man’s clothes, even though he is not to blame. I also decided that she should give me a very low curtsey every time I enter a room where she is, or that she would enter a room where I am, and this is every time, even if there are only a few minutes between each. If she is in an outfit or a bondage which prevents it, she will have to say “Reverence Mistress“, but she will still have a punishment. And if she forgets she will have 2 punishments.

As for the dildo stuck in her bedroom, I decided that she will have to suck it every morning for at least 30 minutes. This is the first thing she should do as soon as she gets up.

Finally I also decided she would be punished for ‘sex’ once a month. I told her that I had thought about the usefulness of this incongruous thing that she had between her thighs and that the only usefulness to me that I I had found was it existed to make her suffer for my pleasure. No orgasm, just pain. The next monthly event will be the first time I will use the Linnex. (I hope it will be as painful as you describe it Scarlet). I’ll give you a little report next month.

With each command I gave, I saw her body sag and her head droop more and more, but she still remembered to thank me for each of them. I was in a state of excitement that I had rarely felt. To start this day, “I said kiss my feet and go to bed, and don’t forget that your new rules take effect tomorrow.”

Thus ended the first day of the new life of cucu the female.

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Scents for Subjugation

I received the following comment from Redd; which triggered my response and thoughts that follow. A subjugation tool that almost certainly has more uses than I had considered before. I wonder if any other  blog followers wold like to share their experiences or suggestions on the dominance-power, tease-power, and shaming-power – of scents?

Redd’s comment

I appreciated these comments regarding the uses of perfume in the domination of males. With the power to control the very air the male breathes, perfume seems underutilized as a weapon of female dominance. To be in chastity and drenched in my Queen’s feminine perfume leaves me inescapably and helplessly aroused and humiliated. To be required to use an atomizer to on myself with feminine delicacy is emasculating. At night, my Queen sprays me and my pillow with perfume before I am required to massage her to sleep, often using scented body cream, leaving me in a fragrant cloud of desperation that may be the perfect example of Her maintaining dominance “while doing something else”…sleeping. I would be interested to hear if you or any of your readers have any other thoughts on the uses of perfume. I am obviously rapt. Submitted respectfully, with great admiration for your deep understanding of the femdom dynamic and your tending of this blog.

My response and thoughts

Thank you for the kind words.

Regarding scents, you have triggered many thoughts and a call to action for me.

As I wrote in my previous post on Christine’s Day 2, I have my ‘sissy maid’ or ‘parody of a little girl’, well scented with perfume. The cheapest, most tacky perfume I can buy; aimed at the teenager market. I can tell he associates the awful scent with the use and abuse in all the past times he has worn it. He truly, seriously, HATES the scent of it and therefore being doused in it.

BUT what I never considered was the teasing, frustrating effect of an expensive perfume I may wear. Do they truly contain pheromones I wonder, or is the association of a Mistress’s perfume with her body all that is needed? Should I be thoroughly dousing myself at tease times, and then spraying his pillow at bedtime to produce the teasing, frustrating association?

Especially now, while bitch-boy continues his enduring time without orgasm and being 24/7/365 inside his double padlocked chastity cage. (Currently 13 weeks and 12 weeks respectively).

I have not thought of, during this period, using my womanly, post orgasm juices, (WHICH DO CONTAIN PHEROMONES!), to wipe around his top lip and nostrils and will certainly further exacerbate his awful, gnawing, relentless frustration. I often use this ‘scent’ when locking him into sensory deprivation bondage, but your comment has me thinking after EVERY TIME I have an orgasm during this enduring denial period of his, (especially on ostensibly ‘vanilla days’), I should generously daub his nostrils and top lip.

And further; in other teasing scenarios! Most definitely, while teasing him to madness,  ‘playing with his boy’s bits’, immediately springs to mind. Also while employing dickie-discipline if it is a session when I wish him to be rock hard, (rather than flaccid).

Finally in this stream of consciousness on scents for subjugation, I have in the past, on a female sub who had a thing about my feet, employed the technique of securing a very well worn gym shoe over the nose and mouth as part of her sensory deprivation bondage. It seems simultaneously frustrating her with arousal and shaming her with degradation.

 

 

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pipsqueak becomes a cuckold

It has been sometime since I last provided an update on the continuing evolution of a Domme fairly new to domination, the wonderful Samantha. But Samantha has continued to evolve at a face pace! As pipsqueak has learned to his cost – or is it his cost? The paradox and symbiosis readers of this blog are familiar with are both strong.

The paradox; pipsqueak is a true submissive and so he craves to be helplessly dominated by a cruel, pitiless woman who puts him through things he truly does not like. But from this he gains true contentment that he cannot happily live without. (Like all true submissives including my bitch-boy.)

The symbiosis; Samantha is now a cruel, pitiless woman who puts the helpless pipsqueak through things he truly does not like; and she gets huge pleasure from doing so. So the relationship a perfect symbiosis.

I have in bold highlighted some text in the account below that I found particularity hot! Enjoy.

Dear Scarlet,

It’s been a long time since we last communicated and I thought I would give you an update.  The past 4 ½ months have been rather busy and extremely enjoyable. pipsqueak is very content despite my further progress in making his submission and life harder than ever most of the time. In our case we have found that an occasional relaxation of the regime works best for us (more in a moment).

Perhaps the most important change has been that pipsqueak is now a cuckold. I worked hard on my exercise, diet and appearance between March and May and finally felt confident enough to take the plunge. It would be nice to say that I have found the perfect lover but that would be an exaggeration. However, I have been on quite a few dates and have had sex with two men so far (including ‘masked sex’ on one occasion which was hilarious if not conventionally orgasmic).

The first time I cuckolded pipsqueak was at the end of June. I’d been chatting with a man online for a while. He lives an hour away so not ideal but I agreed to drive to his house (he’s separated). Sex wasn’t guaranteed but it was on the agenda. In the end we both wore masks, obviously didn’t kiss and had very mechanical and hilarious (safe) sex. The most important thing for me was that it was done. I was a cuckoldress.

 Pipsqueak had no idea. I was away from mid-morning to 4 p.m. I didn’t explain my absence and he of course didn’t ask. (He would not dare!) I’ve been increasingly going out during the day since lock-down regulations eased. Later he told me he hadn’t a clue which was delicious. I made him perform orally for me on the same night and my orgasm was special. For 72 hours I basked in the afterglow of what I knew and he didn’t.

 Four days afterwards, I told him matter-of-factly that Lockdown’s easing allowed me to cuckold him and I intended to do so soon. He uttered his usual noises about it being ‘my right’, etc. Then I laughed and told him I already had. His expression was a picture. He didn’t know whether I was mind fucking him or not. I said that’s where I’d been for 5 hours the other day and showed him my photograph of me half-dressed in a man’s bedroom. The penny dropped.

 I made him lick my pussy again, there and then, while I continued talking. I said I would never have told him if I hadn’t enjoyed it. It would have remained a one-off he never knew about. But I’d enjoyed myself immensely and it will no doubt be much easier and better in future. I told him to kiss my bottom instead, as his contact with my pussy will be even more restricted in future.

 In that moment, I think he was partly turned on and partly too shocked to compute. But over the next day or so, he went through some denial, a touch of resentment that I’d actually done it, but mostly acceptance. We’d been talking about it for so long that I think he’d discounted the actual event itself, so to speak. I adopted a caring attitude of reassurance combined with my blunt stance and some mischievous teasing. He hadn’t had an orgasm for over a month and he told me later he expected me to ‘seal the deal’ of his compliance by at least letting him masturbate or fuck his rubber sex doll to orgasm.

 Whereas I did allow him to edge a lot but not to cum. I said he must never see things as some kind of trade off or bargain between us. I will never ‘pay for’ my own fun by allowing him some of his own. His orgasms have to be earned by what he does, not what I do.

The second time I cuckolded pipsqeak was very different. I didn’t slink off unannounced. I did it blatantly. I’ve been on a few socially distanced, outdoor dates when the weather permits. Sometimes I even go for a drive and walk on my own just to get out and leave pipsqueak toiling. I have got to know a local-ish man who’s not ideal for a couple of reasons I won’t go into. But he is interested in no-strings sex, as am I.

 Pipsqueak was sweetly brave as I left the house, wishing me a good time. I told him to shut up and get on with his list of chores. I said that sex wasn’t guaranteed and he mustn’t think as if I do this to any kind of set routine. It may or may not happen. I’m simply an independent and mature woman who can make up my own mind at the time whether to have sex or not.

 When I returned it was, of course, very different too. I was glowing. The sex wasn’t perfect but it was conventionally better. I summoned pipsqueak to follow me up to my bedroom. I undressed and let him see my rather red and swollen labia. We had used a condom (two, actually) so there was no evidence for him to clean except my engorged clitoris wanted more attention.

 I lay back on the bed, my legs splayed wantonly over the side, and stared up at the bedroom ceiling, while pipsqueak licked me in his apron and spike lined chastity tube. Neither of us needed reminding it was now over seven weeks since he’d had any kind of orgasm. After I’d climaxed, I let him unlock his cage. I love the tiny red dots the spikes leave when he’s aroused. I said he could put his erection inside me for five super-slow strokes.

 He groaned with desperation as he eased it inside me bit by bit, in and out. While he did so, I talked to him. I asked if my pussy felt different? He gasped no. I told him that his cock did feel different. It felt smaller, thinner, second-rate. He whimpered. I instructed him to pull out after only four strokes as I was disappointed.

 I sat up propped on my elbows and said he could wank himself while I watched. I continued to chatter, while he frantically fisted his shaft. I asked him, one final time, if he regretted our new relationship and my freedom to date other men. His eyes were gazing into mine. No, he gasped. I said I want to see real enthusiasm for my sexual progression and his further demotion over the months to come. He nodded, unable to speak.

 I snapped for him to stop! He somehow tore his hand away and his glistening erection bobbed between us. His expression was a picture; of awe and adoration, deference and desperation.

 And then I smiled. I love acting the bitch but I’ll always struggle to be heartless. I reached out and started rubbing his cock. I’m very out of practise. He has this adorable look of alarm on his face that I’ll stop at any time or at least ruin his orgasm. I did it for a bit and then told him he could finish himself. I said he should aim his cum at my waist and that he could enjoy a full orgasm for once and to make the most of it.

 It only took him about 30 seconds and he spurted an impressive amount of semen on my tummy, thighs and mound. His knees were buckling and he was almost crying with relief. I blew him kisses. In our relationship there are moments for ridicule and moments for bonding. This was one of the latter.

 That’s not to say that he didn’t then have to suck up every drop of his mess. And five minutes later we were back into our roles. Over the next few hours and days I was extremely demanding and mocking. I called him ‘cuck’ quite a lot, even though I have no plans to  adopt that name (I find it too much of a cliché).

 I make no bones about my intention to find a proper boyfriend with whom I can conduct a proper affair; discreet but much more than just one-off or casual sex. Pipsqueak is daunted and excited at the same time. That would be the culmination of the journey we’ve been on for approaching two years; one slow and quite mild year, then this second, very unusual and fast developing eight months.

My goal remains to find a man with whom I can have a proper sexual and, to an extent, romantic relationship who can be integrated into my lifestyle with pipsqueak. I’m impatient but not in a rush, if that makes sense? Pipsqueak has taken well to his new status. I think both of us were concerned – deep down – that the reality could affect our marriage in a way that fantasy obviously didn’t. But by the time it happened I think he’d become so used to the idea of me cuckolding him he was mentally prepared.

 Since Easter I have been even stricter about his orgasm denial. He has a total love-hate relationship with it. He loves me imposing it. He enjoys the intensity of frustration and how ‘alive’ (his word) he feels. His fetish is the contrast between us. But he hates the actual reality of being denied any kind of release for weeks on end.

 His Steelwerks cage has proven the most wonderful training tool. Mostly because it’s wearable 24/7 and hygienic and comfortable so long as he’s soft (less so when he’s aroused and occasionally at night). I make him tighten the spikes each morning and loosen them overnight. However, I like the spikes fully extended when he’s performing orally. Making him control his erection while he’s focused on me is absolutely one of my favourite things!

 I recall that I was still inclined to indulge him when we last communicated. After a few weeks I’d still feel sorry for him. I even used to enjoy his groaning, pent-up orgasms when we started. But that’s no longer the case. He can still have orgasms but they have to be earned. And when I say earned I mean it! The price now is increasingly outrageous and still going up.

 Away from the sexual side of things, I have very much focused on his monotony and drudgery. He will not be returning to the Care Home job any time soon. But I plan for him to work backstage in a busy pub doing washing up, that kind of thing (NOT behind the counter serving pints). When pubs open properly and safely again, I want him to work weekend nights in particular – say Thursday through Saturday – when I can be out on dates, that kind of thing.

 At home, I control every minute of his day for three weeks out of four. A combination of housework, garden work, monotony and sensory denial from dawn to late. The weather has mostly allowed him to work naked in the garden since Easter. Or in a diaper. I am brutally strict about bladder and bowel control. If he needs to go while he’s tending the lawn with nail scissors, he must hold it in, or fill the diaper and face the consequences.

 We also practise TSD (total sensory deprivation), in the garden. We have a double sun-lounger made of that wicker you can leave outdoors. I let him unlock and remove his Steelwerks and then tie him naked and spread-eagled on the lounger. When he is secure, I blindfold and funnel-gag him and put the Bose headphones over his ears. If it’s sunny I put some sun cream on his body and limbs but not his cock and balls.

 His lounger is near mine, so I can relax while keeping a close eye on him. I love to study his face when he’s completely unaware I’m watching him listening to porn. I don’t allow his genitals to burn but I like them to get a bit red. If he gets aroused – I coat his erection in Deep Heat blended with sun cream. I love to urinate into his funnel or, borrowing your idea Scarlet, melting piss ‘pyramids’ of ice in it.

 We now possess a full size rubber sex doll. It’s particularly fun outdoors to allow pipsqueak to ‘make love’ to her on a humid, sunny day while I watch. There’s no need to worry about the mess. I coat her in baby oil so she’s super slippery combined with pipsqueak’s sweat. They fuck on the grass. But his cock is coated in Lidocaine (numbing cream) and he’s forbidden to orgasm without permission (almost never granted). It’s for the doll’s and my pleasure, not his.

One week in four, nothing fundamentally changes but I relax my regime. He needs this space and TBH in a way I do too. He’s still chaste, obedient, that kind of thing. But he’s much more my husband than my slave-sub. We chat more, discuss, even argue about news items, watch TV & Netflix, etc. He does the housework but not (well, rarely) any mindless tasks or TSD. It’s really just switching down into a lower gear for a week. But we never actually ‘stop’ as we’d find it too weird now not to be Mistress and slave. I just become more benevolent for a while.

 I could go on but hopefully this update is of interest.

Samantha