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Lock Down activity from Carla

The following lock down activity from the wonderful Carla is self explanatory. It was prompted by my recent post on the archive of Petticoated.com letters. It is a wonderful activity that can, and I am sure will, be continued when lock down is over. Below is a photo of Carla and pussie but it is from my archive and is not directly related to the post below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Scarlet,

Hope all is well with you. I must thank you for the posting the treasure trove of petticoat/sissy discipline material. I had never heard of the Petticoat Discipline Journal or any of the earlier publications referred to in the posting. While some of the letters become repetitive, many are filled with wonderfully creative ways to totally humiliate and punish a sissy. I also note that many of the letters describe intensely embarrassing public sissy humiliation. As you know this is something I often subject pussie to with great amusement on my part and others who participate in the poor thing’s public outings. If my recollection is correct of the other women who have submitted comments to you, only Ms Anne has subjected her sissy to humiliation in front of others-and that only to her Mom.

Your posting has resulted in our instituting a new form of cocktail hour entertainment. Each evening, around 6 pm or so, Todd (my boy friend I cuckold pussie with), his daughter Megan and I have cocktails served by pussie.

(Todd’s daughter’s college closed down due to the corona virus and she asked if she could stay with us for a while. I won’t take your time to discuss how we got there, but soon after Megan arrived we let her know all about pussie and that we treat the sissy as the menial housemaid it is.  pussie begged me and then both Todd and me a number of times to not allow Megan to order it about. For whatever reason, the sissy pleaded and begged even more to not allow Megan to join us for the cocktail hour readings. Megan was most offended by pussie’s request and now spanks the sissy even harder than I do! )

Anyway, you may recall that in the past I had pussie read to Todd and me from your published books. We all decided that it would be great fun to have pussie entertain us during cocktail hour by reading the Petticoat Discipline Journal letters you posted. So starting from Vol. 1 letter 1, pussie has been slowly reading to us each evening anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour.  To add to our amusement I put a paper clip on the sissy’s tongue before it begins reading so that the sissy lisps and must speak ever so slowly so as to clearly pronounce each word. If any of us cannot understand a word, pussie must start again from the beginning of that letter.

I have been using a regular sized paper clip. I am now thinking that once it is safe to do so, I may have pussie’s tongue pierced and a small gold ball inserted, I think this may give pussie a permanent lisp while at the same time increasing the sissy’s ability to provide oral pleasure.

Megan has been given the task of picking out pussie’s cocktail hour outfit. (You will recall that pussie has a wool fetish so, given he is in 24/7 chastity and does not get to cum very often, wool items make him even more desperate.)  Most times Megan has the sissy dress as a cute schoolgirl in a fuzzy angora or mohair sweater stretched tightly over the its 42DD well filled bra, very short kilt type skirt, wool leg warmers, knee socks or frilly ankle socks, mary jane T-strapped 3″ heel shoes, matching bows in the sissy hair, full makeup and woolly  mittens.

After serving drinks pussie stands at perfect attention in front of us. No bending of legs, no slouching. As you may have noted, pussie has no panties on. Rather the sissy is put into his spiked chastity cage to which I have attached a large bell. When it is time to begin, pussie must shake up and down ringing the bell, which of course results in the spikes digging into its little thing. pussie must also “ring” the bell after the sissy has finished reading each letter and then, again when it begins reading the next letter.

pussie hates to have to ring the wee-wee bell as the sissy knows just how ridiculous it looks shaking up and down with its caged wee-wee on display. As the reading progresses, and the spikes continue to dig in as pussie shakes up and down,  the sissy will both beg to be allowed to stop and will become less energetic. My response has been a few well placed kicks to “encourage” pussie to shake its wee-wee more. I am thinking of shoving a capsaicin coated bug plug up pussie’s a-hole the next time we see it slowing down.

I also decided that as the Petticoat Discipline Journal letters are filled with wonderful ideas, pussie should act out those ideas where possible. And when I say letters, I include any of the articles, Ask Nanny advice, and other materials included in each volume in the library. So if a letter says that a sissy is made to dance, pussie must stop reading and do the same dance for us. If a letter says the a  sissy must read, or act out, a nursery rhyme, than pussie must immediately do the same.

There are special rules for spanking and corner time references. ( If only I were as computer capable as Christine LOL). If a letter discusses a spanking, paddling or caning , pussie  suffers the number of spankings etc mentioned in the letter. If the letter does not specify a number, then the first time a spanking is mentioned in a letter in a Volume, pussie receives 10 spanks. The second time an unspecified number is referenced, pussie receives 20 spanks. Each time thereafter the number of spanks is doubled!

So for example if an unspecified number is referenced in Volume 1, letter 1, pussie must bend over, raise its skirt and received ten with the referenced implement. Then if the next time an unspecified number is mentioned; lets say Volume 1, letter 3, pussie again must present its bare rear for 20 with the referenced implement. If in Volume 1 letter 4, the letter discusses the sissy receiving a caning, pussie received 40 wacks of the cane. We do not distinguish among spanks, paddles canes, etc .

It may be that pussie only reads 5 or 6 letters a night. So if, on the next night, pussie begins reading from the same Volume, the spanking numbers start from where we left off the night before. So using my example above, on the first night pussie had only read up to Volume 1, letter 4, with the last letter earning the sissy 40 wacks of the cane. On the next evening pussie would begin with Volume 1 letter 5. If in that letter there is mentioned an unspecified number of spanks, then pussie would receive 80 spanks ( double from the last letter read of that volume, the evening before). We do begin anew with each Volume.

The sissy whimpers and cries like a little girl as the spanks, paddling and or caning applications add up.

As mentioned above, pussie suffers the same miserable fate when corner time punishments are mentioned. And corner time is in addition to , not a replacement for spankings.

I am sure you can just imagine the humiliation,  trepidation and fear pussie experiences as it reads each letter. I must say pussie’s daily readings have made for a most enjoyable, amusing and, yes, exciting cocktail hour. I mentioned this to my sister, Tyler, and she suggested that using Zoom, we invite her and some others to join us for a virtual cocktail hour and pussie show. We are going to begin doing that tonight.

As always I would love to hear from the other women who contribute here to get their reactions and suggestions.

Carla

 

 

 

My 16th journal

A link to all my journals.

Innocent Images (2)

It seems fun to post some more following my last such post on 28 March 2020. Not everyone got the final image on my last post. But many did. (A  hot wife getting ready to go out on her date, from the POV of her sexually desperate and denied, cuckolded husband-slave; kept in 24/7/365 chastity.)

Images like these I hope invoke BDSM femdom thoughts in us, while a vanilla person would see nothing to do with serious eroticism. Obviously bitch-boy’s sexual desperation is made worse as he produces these images to my specification, as does his curation of my BDSMLR site, also to my specification. Poor puppet!

The first six of these images are a slave’s POV on a very favourite pastime of mine. I dedicated a post to Partial Ignoring in 2017. You may wish to read this 2017 post if you have not before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Experiences of 24/7/365 caged males

By cages I mean chastity cages and this post is a follow up to my post on the 27th April. On the 27th, I posted about how the 1st May would be the one month anniversary since bitch-boy was last out of his double padlocked chastity cage and had an erection. (He did not get any sexual release that last day out of his cage. That was a week or so before that.)

There were several comments on my last post which I imagine many of you did not read. Posts detailing the experiences of males and Dommes involved in such a 24/7/365 cage regime. (I understand many of you do not read comments because there is no threshold day on which all comments on a post might have been made. I sometimes get an interesting comment on a post several months after the post was published! A shortcoming of the blogging platform for blog followers.)

First I will give you the results of my interrogation with bitch-boy on how he has felt during the month and how he feels today. (I have edited it somewhat.)

I feel on edge thinking about the future because I fear Mistress Scarlet adores the regime so much, she may make it permanent. But although the risk result would be appalling, I think the risk chances are very low as Mistress knows, I know, that she adores very, very much indeed – dickie-discipline applied to my hard on. The lock down has meant the few occasions of several hours  each week that I would not be in chastity, (although monitored), for various reasons, do not occur. I have been locked inside the cage 24 hours of every day.

Day to day, moment to moment, I feel like my penis has been removed. I feel just as Mistress wants me to feel, because the truth I have to accept is – Mistress has absolutely zero interest in my penis other than in torturing it. There can be no imagining anything different. I can see Mistress’s  cruel and deep satisfaction seeing the cage when I am naked. I can see Mistress’s sense of absolute ownership of me. Like I am a piece of farmyard livestock she owns and fetters as she wishes.

When I am given the privilege of licking Mistress to orgasm I am presented with Mistress’s beautiful, amazing body, that image is combined by the communication in her expression, that Mistress is amused by my new cockless status and has zero guilt or pity. All the sensory inputs leave me feeling the very deepest submissive feelings as I set about my privilege and duty. 

Such is the sense of utter helplessness and loss of freedom and of profound constraint from NEVER having an erection that, given the choice between never being free of the cage, or being free, only for my penis to be tortured, I would choose the latter.

 

That is his collection of feelings. It is true to say I am VERY CONFLICTED now. Having accrued a month I feel it would be such a shame to waste all those consecutive days. Knowing every extra day or week keeps the period going, keeps his and my intensity of feeling at an affecting high. Whereas one day of his birth defect out of the cage, or even an hour out and then back in, means, really, it is all back to day 1. The whole accrued period is lost. But as I mentioned in my previous post, of 27 April, and as he knows, I really miss holding that rock hard object in one hand and abusing it in various ways, or stomping on it under the sole of my shoes. WHAT A DILEMMA! Perhaps  I could/should maintain the regime to the end of the lock down, but that could be weeks or months and is arbitrary in relation to my pros and cons.

 

Comments from blog readers

3 years for Sissy Devina

Congrats! It’s day 1035 for me :))))      By now it’s become very much routine. Once the mental barrier was broken that I simply didn’t need to cum any longer and that Lady Diva Cane’s satisfaction and pride in my devotion was more important and more rewarding, the urges to revert to the filthy male habits slowly dissolved. Some days I am in full lockdown, others it’s simply mental. I supplement daily with high doses of Shecock images and TGirls, and even now experience only semi turgid responses from my sissy-clit. Sissy leaks are the way my body clears itself of certain fluids, and lately the mental stimulations have almost resulted in what could be best described as an almost Womanly like mental orgasm which has caused involuntary twitching of my sissy-clit, but as of yet not a wet one. It’s been a fascinating journey as 3 years is on the horizon.

 

Half way through a 90 day lock-up for sissy Martha

Dear Ms Scarlet,
When Mistress Linda put me in chastity the first thing I missed was the erection. I love to get an erection, to feel it swell, to just know I can get one. There is nothing more manly than an erection, big, intimidating, strong. After a week or so without an erection I no longer feel like a man. I may be male but I become non man. Mistress Linda knows this and reinforces this with clothing requirements and grooming. Mistress shares my situation with trusted friends the humiliation and embarrassment of not having erections adds to my non man status at home.
I have been in chastity for 47 days of a 90 day sentence.
martha

 

A comment from the wonderful Miss Anne

Hi Scarlet
Very nice topic and let me share my own experience.
At first as gepetto wrote, for a man it is a torment to denied to touch his useless birth defect. For a reason I can’t understand all males from their childhood touch and play with it and as they grown up older, believe their penis is worthy for affection and priceless lol.
Touching of his small piece of meat is strictly forbidden to my slave. I didn’t notice any harm in his brain or lack of focussing to my needs and his tasks.
Back to the topic again.
I firmly believe that touching, play, edge and eventually deny the slave is somehow pleasurable for him. He gets pleasure even if there is no ejaculation at the end. Of course it is also a pure torment to him.
At my home and slavery regime his erection is listed as a reward in my list of rules. This way the past few years he maybe is rewarded a few minutes out of chastity and at the same time touching to edge, every month, provided that he behaves and works hard.
He of course must beg for this great reward.
In my list the highest reward is orgasm, then milking, then erection, touching and last be out of the cage for a little.
What did I notice after the first months of denying him the erection?
Well it gave him one more motivation to work harder for my easier life and behave accordingly to his status.
In his mind the erection became a new target, a new goal in his every day life. So he has been more docile, subjugated to earn an erection as he must earn the milking and the orgasms.
The ironical thing is his current status itself. He became a slave to serve in order to get pleasure emotionally and physically. I am sure he gets a lot of submissive emotional pleasure but I don’t think he physically gets the pleasure he had in his mind. But as you have written again and again he was in pure awe and adoration of me when I announced my new rule to forbid even his erections…
Good boy…

 

Finally in one comment I was pointed to this blog, A Dominant Wife, purportedly written by a woman who follows the 24/7/365 regime for her husband. With a quick scan of the blog I failed to find details of her regime. But the blog may be of interest to you all. It seems very well written and I will spend longer on it myself.

 

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One month caged 24/7

The lock-down is an opportunity for some experiments. One experiment has had me take advantage of the fact I am no longer leaving the house for lunches with friends, yoga, clothes-and-shoes shopping, etc.  An experiment of consecutive long days of humiliation / tedium. I am working on the long journal entry on that three day experiment for a Journal I will publish in a few months. (No. 17).

Another experiment which is the point of this post. On the 1st May, it will be the one month anniversary of a second experiment. On that date it will be one month since bitch-boy last had a full erection. He has been double padlocked in his chastity cage since 3rd April. (He has not had an orgasm since 28 March. But the experiment is not about orgasms it is about erections.  (The gaps between the bars of the cage are wide enough for him to clean himself without its removal. And he can even do a pretty good job of shaving his crotch and balls.)

He normally gets to have an erection, even if there is no orgasm, every time we have a full-on domination day. I love to play-with-his-boy’s-bits on the sofa for at least an hour on a domination day. He is edged and rock hard the whole time.  I love to use the stinging nettles and use ruler smacking on his rock hard erection when indulging in dickie-discipline. But for the experiment I have, at great personal cost to me, foregone these pleasures! Yes, I have had to make terrible sacrifices! (As I commented in the previous post, there is something difficult to describe that is so arousing and erotic when tormenting the birth defect when it is remaining rock hard. He might be whimpering and pleading, but his defect remains hard and strains at inviting more torment.)

The effect on bitch-boy has been quite devastating it seems. I tease him at least once most days and his birth defect strains against the bars but is nowhere near fully hard. I have orgasms just about every day most often using his tongue. He actually feels I literally own that part of his body. I guess I do. It is attached to him but owned by me! And as its owner I have decided, on a whim, it does not get to be hard. I am sure he actually misses being edged for an hour or more and perhaps even misses being hard as part of dickie-discipline.

The inequity of my frequent, languorous orgasms and him never being out of the cage, even for a moment, is subjugating him in quite a profound way. I get the most wonderful feeling of power and especially ownership, every time I see him naked. It is arousing and deeply satisfying. I feel contented, depraved and pitiless, and absolutely powerful.

I will probably end the experiment not long after the one moth anniversary so I can indulge in the pleasures I have been missing out on, but if I do, that little birth defect may well find itself 24/7 caged for another month, or more.

 

My 16th journal –  LINK

 

 

Yet more from Christine M

Below is yet another wonderful contribution from my dear friend, Christine M.  Actually an email to me. After that is a part of my email response back to her. I thought some of you may be interested in the sort of email exchanges women like Christine and I enter into.

Scarlet

With all the lockdowns I have so much more time to write. I hope I am not sending too much or writing in too much detail. This is my latest update. Please feel free to share this on your blog.

My husband is, I am pleased to advise, more suitably attired for his cleaning duties now. It is amusing as he squirms and tries to avoid my gaze, he looks so uncomfortable whether I tease him about how sweet he looks or mock him for looking so silly! This is very new for him and he hates it! He trembles and blushes profusely, which gives me the giggles, which makes him feel even more silly! Which makes it even more fun!

I also ‘tap him up’, like girls had to put up with in the past. This leaves him frustrated given he is locked securely away. I like to fondle his cage too, grinning as I ask, “Are we still nicely locked-down for the duration? They’re saying on the news that social distancing is going to be here for at least another 12-months, perhaps even 18-months! Can you imagine that? 18-months before we even consider using your Release spreadsheet again. And, even when we do start it up again, it might be months before you score a Release Approval.” Understandably he is already crawling up the wall in frustration. He hasn’t come since the 16th of February and I tease him daily.

For his household chores, I went for very conservative attire. I wanted to accomplish three things.

  1. He was to look like a male suffering petticoat discipline, and feel suitably silly;
  2. Dressing should be a tiresome event; and
  3. His attire should be practical for completing his chores.

I ordered from a company that specialises in supplying hotels. He has a knee-length, nicely shaped tunic, designed for hotel maids. He has one in a soft pink colour, one in a light peach colour and another in a pale lemon colour. They have a double-breasted front, secured with ¾ inch diameter white buttons, two rows of two. The bottom pair are concealed by a white apron with lace trim. The tunic has a notched collar with white lapels, also trimmed with lace; and puffed, short sleeves with white cuffs with lace trim. They have no pockets. They are conservative, smart, decorous and practical.

He wears them with a pair of plain white nylon panties, a white full-length elasticated girdle with white stockings, with seams to be kept razor straight. He then wears a pair of white cotton knickers, with a small pink bow at their front, followed by a pair of bloomers with frilly lace trim and pink ribbons, and a white nylon slip. The bloomers can’t be seen under the tunic. His uniform is completed with low-heel white pumps and respectively a pink, peach, or pale-yellow silk head scarf. The scarf is wrapped up from the back and tied turban-style in a bow at the front. It must be neatly secured with no hair showing. In the evening he is often muzzle-gagged too.

I think he hates wearing the silk scarf more than anything, it really makes him feel so silly. He also has to shave all his body hair twice weekly, so he has lovely smooth skin, very feminine. I caress his stocking clad legs which makes him ache for release, but they do feel so beautifully soft.

He now sets his alarm each morning for 4-20 am, earlier if he has to shave his legs and body. He must rise instantly without waking me. Then he showers, shaves, and goes to the laundry to dress in his maid’s uniform. His tunic has to be ironed before the start of each shift. He then cleans all the bathrooms and front porch as required. The cleaning takes about thirty-five minutes. He then has to iron his school blouse and tunic, and dress for his written assignment. His maid’s uniform is hung neatly in the laundry as he will be wearing it again in the evening.

Since I don’t want him rushing around before doing his written work, he is now required to be seated at his desk by twenty-minutes to six, to provide time to relax. He recently learnt, the hard way, since I woke early and checked the security monitor; that if he is ready and dressed in his uniform, he should not laze around waiting until this time. He should seat himself down early, hands on head. For that little lapse he received a dozen cuts of the cane and his detention the next morning was brought forward by an hour, allowing for 3-hours of writing.

He used to so look forward to the weekend when we were using his chastity spreadsheet, even though he rarely earned a release, and sometimes scored a Linnex. Now he dreads Sundays and feels they arrive too quickly and too often!

His hygiene program starts right after he has finished his written assignment. He is cleansed in our detention/ punishment room, I call it ‘my study’, since my desk is also in this room. There is also a metal bed with a thin mattress for him. It has two grey blankets, with white sheets turned over at the top, so it looks very institutional. I move the pillow down to the centre and a place a large beach towel over it. On my desk is a tray, covered by a white towel. This houses the razor, disinfectant soap, scrubbing brush, a large bowl, a jug of cold water, a kettle, a thermometer, a nylon stocking, a plastic ruler, dental brushes, a fresh lemon, white flannels, a pair of yellow kitchen gloves, the Linnex stick and a lighter. Lying on top of the towel is a pair of industrial rubber gloves.

On completion of his assignment, he is sent straight to the laundry to undress. He then returns to the study and stands upright, nose and toes to the wall, hands on head, and waits for me. He must wait without moving, knowing I can check the security camera. Usually I arrive within ½ an hour, but my sister called one morning, and it was well over 2-hours before I came in.

I dress casually, often in a track suit or jeans and a flannel shirt. He is left in place as I start my preparations and don the yellow kitchen gloves. I then secure his muzzle while he is still face to the wall. I love the drama of this as he is then curtly told to turn around. Nothing sexy to turn him on. I play lightly with his nipples and he his soon stirring and groaning, longing for relief, blissful but scared. He is then secured to the bed, his hips raised up and his cage removed.

I play with him for up to ½ an hour, using the silk scarf and my rubber gloved hands. I never touch him with my bare skin. His gristle his fit to burst, it gets so hard, and I tease and edge him relentlessly, … until it is time for his scrub down! The kettle is boiled, the heavy-duty gloves put on and the water added to the bowl with the temperature checked and adjusted to 48 degrees Celsius. He is then shaved and washed. He remains erect through this and actually hardens up when, with worried eyes, he sees me freshen the water bowl and rub the soap into the scrubbing brush.

This is a proper bristle brush, small in size, though bigger than a nail brush. The bristles are very stiff and prickly. It is so funny to watch as he starts to panic and whimper through his muzzle before I even start, while his erection, in stark contrast, stands up ever so proudly. I scrub harshly and pitilessly, and he is soon moaning into his muzzle. The sound is muffled, the pain obvious as he screws his eyes shut and writhes and bucks against his bonds.

I take my time, pausing only to top up the brush with more soap. I do not stop until the skin is well-reddened and lightly chafed. This will ensure the Linnex will burn more fiercely at these points. I remain focused on the task, my mouth set firm, his predicament and pain ignored. I scrub rigorously. Tears are expected, shed and ridiculed. “My, my,” I crossly intone, “what a lot of fuss you make!” Despite the distress, his erection remains surprisingly firm.

The water is then refreshed, and the temperature carefully adjusted again. The soap is removed with hot flannels which are pressed firmly around his organ and held there for up to a minute. The lemon juice is then squeezed into his urethra and the dental brush put to work, again he twists against his bonds.

He is then cleaned up again with hot flannels, roughly dried with a towel, and it is time for the Linnex. He is clearly distraught and struggling to cope, tears have already flowed, but many more will flow before we finish, no compassion will be shown. He knows this, even as he pleads with his eyes for mercy. I simply smile as I slowly remove the cap to the Linnex, push the orangey-coloured wax out a little and gently warm it with the lighter. I am amused, damp between my legs, as I watch his erection strengthen. I gently stroke it with my rubber gloved hands, it hardens further, though he winces. It is sore, but worse pain is to come.

I pause and smile, gazing dispassionately into his eyes, holding the stick between us. The Linnex is then pressed firmly down and layer after layer applied. He whimpers. I spend 2-3 minutes thoroughly coating his appendage. Our eyes lock together again, mine are calm, unwavering; his display hopefulness tinged with anxious trepidation, the burning is yet to begin. We wait. I know the pain will come, he prays that this time it won’t. It will take a few minutes, then it will flood through his gristle. It always arrives, yet each time he lives in the hope it will not. I am excited now, my eyes sparkle, a smile creases my lips, I can see that first tendrils of warmth have arrived, the heat is gently seeping through into his consciousness. The look in his eyes turns to deep concern, then fretfulness, then panic creeps in, and finally real terror as the fiery burn surges forth. He wriggles uncomfortably, then he starts to gyrate his loins as the pain arrives in waves. The full searing, blistering heat has now burst violently through, spiked even more fiercely where the skin is chafed.

I can hear his screams through the muzzle, he tugs and twists and jerks more violently against his bonds. His muscles go taut as he strains against his bonds. I use Segufix ties now. He is very secure, there is barely any ‘wriggle room’ and the bed is soon shaking from his attempted wild thrashing. By ten minutes the pain is at its crescendo. The fiery tendrils envelop and sear deep into his gristle. The pain is intolerable. He jerks and wrenches frenetically at his bonds. His muffled screams have become muffled shrieks. The bed shudders and creaks. He can’t bear the vicious pain, but there is no relief, no release. He is inescapably secured, he has no option but to endure the intense agony for as long as it burns. It will blaze ferociously for at least 50-minutes before slowly subsiding. The prior scrubbing making it more sensitive to the scalding heat and his gristle is roasted on high.

I take a special item, just for me, from out of my desk drawer and dreamily watch for a while in deep pleasure.

He is not released until it is safely back in its cage. It is clear he remains ever so tender and he winces as he stands and moves. The pain is still evident in his teary eyes, his hair is dishevelled, he is exhausted and barely coherent as he cuddles me tenderly, yet ever so carefully. He wants only to pleasure me, to collapse and sleep. He is as fatigued and drained as if he had run a marathon. He is relived it is over.

But he won’t be allowed to pleasure me yet. Nor will he will be able to lie down and recover. It is time to iron and don his uniform and get on with his household chores. Not until the evening will he be granted the reward of pleasing me.

I smile as he winces and struggles to complete his chores. He is quiet, subdued, wearied; but he must work as hard and diligently as normal. There is no consideration shown for his plight. If his work is not up to standard or if he should dare slowdown from the demanding pace required when doing chores, he will find his backside is well-striped by my cane. Not a pleasant thought at the best of times, but far worse given his fatigued state plus, only the day before, he had his panties dusted for ½ an hour with my heavy wooden hairbrush, for presenting me with some untidy ironing.

He is still teary as he scurries about. He is feeling very sorry for himself. I know he is craving some sympathy, a tender hug, a little kind-heartedness, a touch of compassion; but there will be none forthcoming. He is ignored, he has work to do; at best he will get a sharp rebuke if I think he might be slacking.

I may be going crazy like everyone else with the Covid-19 restrictions, but my husband is definitely doing it harder. More than anyone he is looking forward to the ending of these restrictions and going back to full time work!

He has never been so repressed, and I can tell he is really struggling. I have made it very clear that I will not be relenting. It is leaving him very conflicted. When he asks for some mercy and relaxation of his regime in our vanilla talks, I am resolute. I show no benevolence. It is so amusing since, despite the clear angst and misery he feels, he can’t hide his passionate craving for more of me. He clings tightly to me, sometimes on the edge of joyous tears, and professes his love. It is visceral.

I enjoy it so much, and he pleases me so zealously, so it is never going to change for him. He was born to suffer. I would like to say for a beautiful woman, but I am not one to turn men’s eyes.

Christine

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Hi Christine
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…………. An aspect of his maid’s outfit I love is the massive amount of room you have left for escalation. Despite his current deep humiliation, there is so much escalation potential. Even if you never move to a full-on frilly french maids outfit, or even worse, a sissy maids outfit with dress hem coming down only to his hips, you can mind-fuck him on the next possible escalation. To be acted on in 6 weeks, 6 months, or 6 years!. Wonderful. Has your sister seen him in his maids outfit yet? (Or his little girl outfit???)
Two things really struck me. The first; I think, like me, you find that when administering dickie-discipline, the fact that the object stays rock hard, while we scrub, or smack, or wrap in hot flannels, etc. is both an aphrodisiac and a delight.  It is like it is not part of them. It is this hard thing we can abuse howsoever we want and it simply stays rock hard and convenient. (I don’t think I have expained myself very well.)
The second thing is the pleasure and importance of no mercy. Perfect symbiosis. When they are really tired, to show zero mercy, is very arousing for us, a serious, decadent power rush, and, although their sensible self would adore some mercy, their submissive souls react with worship and awe when mercy is denied!
‘……………… I can tell he is really struggling. I have made it very clear that I will not be relenting. ………….. he asks for some mercy and relaxation of his regime ……….., I am resolute. I show no benevolence. ……………..despite [his]clear angst and misery ……. he can’t hide his passionate craving for more of me…………………. and professes his love. It is visceral…….
With your permission I will make your email into a blog post shortly. Thank you.
Stay safe
Scarlet

While doing something else

What was one of my favourite site themes on Tumblr has now appeared on BDSMLR, I am so pleased to say.  while-doing-something-else.  bitch-boy informed me he found it while he was doing his BDSMLR tease chore as he knew the theme is in my top 3.

It so sums up, I think other Dommes will agree, the atmosphere of REAL LIFE, long term, live-together,  Domme/sub relationships. So much time is spent with the Domme enjoying whatever she wants, excluding the sub, while the sub toils  in the background on chores somewhere or toils between her thighs, or while she sunbathes, or he is a foot-rest, or his face is a seat. Particularly while the Domme is; applying make-up, drying/fixing hair, talking on the telephone, watching TV, reading a book or magazine, eating a meal, doing one’s nails, on social media, engaged in a pleasant craft activity, chatting to a visiting female guest, ‘who is in the know’.

I have of course had bitch-boy re-blog many of the images to my BDSMLR site.

So different to the majority of Femdom images on the net where the Domme (usally a professional dominatrix), is having to focus all her attention on the male sub. Not that I have a problem with the dominatrix profession. Wonderful women!

Obviously I have to ignore the images of fucking and cock-sucking and male climaxes on this site. A girl can’t have everything!

On the topic of my BDSMLR site I now have 4,800 followers. Nowhere near the 20,000 on my old Tumblr site, but it grows steadily which I adore. I adore because so many people share the REAL LIFE tastes I have.

Almost no PVC or latex, or warehouses or dungeons or abandoned buildings. Domestic scenarios in the main, and only the women getting the pleasure and the thrills. Of course the males getting their submissive contentment when their head hits the pillow every night, even if there is little or no sexual satisfaction in their lives.

Christine M’s Covid-19 lock down regime

I have the pleasure and privilege to be in regular email exchanges with Christine M. Below is an awesome email from her I recently received. I need add nothing more!

Hello Scarlet,

With the outbreak of Covid-19 the government announced a lockdown on many personal freedoms. A further consequence is that my husband is now working from home, and has both reduced hours, due to the business effects and his inability to travel overseas.

The first Sunday after the restrictions were announced, we sat down for his weekly Chastity Release Application. He was most forlorn when I announced that, with the country in lockdown, it was important that we brought in our own strict measures. Starting immediately, I advised:

1.     He was being placed into a hard chastity lockdown. This morning’s application for release was cancelled and there would be no further Release Applications for at least 6-months, after which the situation would be reviewed.

If at that time, all Covid-19 restrictions were removed, his Release Applications would be reinstated. Otherwise he should expect his lockdown to be extended for further 6-month periods before being reviewed. (Tears formed as I explained this, it was delightful.)

He will still earn Release Refused and Release Approved additions to his Chastity spreadsheet during his hard chastity lockdown period. However, the value of Release Approved additions will be halved.

2.     Given the increased requirements for personal hygiene I would, starting that morning, take over the weekend cleaning of his appendage in order to ensure the highest hygiene standards were maintained. This would mean it would be shaved very closely before receiving a lengthy and extremely harsh scrubbing with a stiff bristled brush and disinfectant soap, followed by a cleansing treatment with hot towels. His urethra would be cleansed with pure lemon juice and a dental brush. I would be wearing industrial rubber gloves for the process!

Since the thoroughness of the scrub down would leave him feeling very sore and tender, and very much in need of a soothing balm to provide some relief, I would finish by applying a generous coating of and Linnex rubbing it well in.

3.     Similarly, with improved hygiene needed around the home, we would need to increase the cleaning frequency of high-risk areas.

The kitchen would now be scrubbed down twice daily, after lunch and after dinner.

Every toilet, shower and wash basin would be scrubbed down each morning before he commences his day, then after lunch and again after 9-00 pm. (This takes 30 minutes each time and is required whether they have been used or not used.)

The linen on our bed is to be washed, ironed and replaced every 3-days instead of weekly.

4.     He would also be required to wear a face mask when doing his chores each evening.

Recently I bought a psyche ward medical muzzle gag from Sinvention.

This is rather like what Hannibal Lector wore. It ensures he cannot talk, and his screams are greatly dampened. This had been for wearing when he received a Linnex application but would now also be worn each evening when doing his chores.

5.     He is strictly confined and must remain IN the house at all times. He is not permitted to step outside, not even into the garden. I will shop for all essentials. (He later raised about getting a hair-cut, and  blanched when I advised I would be styling his hair!)

6.     To ensure he remains mentally stimulated and doesn’t get bored with the government’s directions to remain home, he will have a written assignment to complete each morning between 6-00 am and 8-00 am.

(This requires him to dress in full schoolgirl uniform, as described previously, and means he must have actually commenced writing by 6-00 am. There is a security camera present, so he knows I can glance from my bed to check on him. I can also talk through the app to him from anywhere.

His exercise is very ‘mentally stimulating’. He has to copy out the same 140-word passage from Virgil (in Latin) every day, with full detention rules applying, plus the following specific instructions for the presentation of his work:

All uppercase letters written in Red ink A – Z
Vowels Blue ink a e i o u
Consonants with a stem above the x-height Green ink b d f h k l t
Consonants with a stem below the base line Purple ink g j p q y
Consonants within the base line and x-height Black   ink c m n r s v w x z
Every 26th word in light blue ink
Every 9th word in UPPER CASE
Every 15th word Underlined in red

The beauty of this is that I can easily change the details of the centre column for each day. This maintains the mental stimulation as he has to start afresh every time.

He is required to copy it out twice in the 2-hours of his detention. He is allowed two errors per page, which are to be ruled through neatly in red. If he makes a third error, the page is to be removed and discarded.

If he does not complete the 2-copies, he must attend a further one-hour detention that evening and his detention the following morning is extended by one-hour, meaning a 5-00 am start to writing. He also gets three Application Refused additions to his Chastity spreadsheet.

If on checking I find an error, he will also receive 24-strokes of the cane. He now also gets five Application Refused additions to his Chastity spreadsheet and a double Linnex at the weekend.

This I felt should provide him plenty of incentive to work diligently each morning and not try to hide any errors. Two copies are quite achievable if he works conscientiously and carefully. It does mean he can’t relax at all. He has to work continuously, quickly and stay very focused for every moment of the 2-hours. It certainly provides a very demanding, tiresome and strenuous start to his day.

Needless to say, he was totally distraught by the time I had finished detailing his new regime and begging and pleading for this not to be implemented. His pleadings actually got to the point where I finally snapped and told him he would be getting a double Linnex. That shut him up as I set about gagging and securing him for the scrub down of his appendage and the Linnex.

With him secured, and erect, I then had a little spark of an idea. I told him while, featherlike, I gently stroked, barely touching, the underside of his very rigid erection with my fingernails, “I am thinking David,” I smirked, “it might be a good idea if you give my sister a call later. You can tell her all about our new lockdown procedures and ask her if she can think of anything we might have missed. What do you think?” I could not keep a straight face watching the look of horror in his eyes. Of course, since he was gagged, he couldn’t pass comment, which I took as meaning he thought it was a good idea! I did make him make the call too!

I found it incredibly ‘arousing’ sitting across from him as he called. He was literally shaking like a leaf. This strong, athletic man who is so decisive in business, terrified of having to make a phone call. I was actually really ‘wet’. I have never really used humiliation like this before and never had I realised how much it would energise me. I was tingling. (There was a time when I dressed him in a romper suit and made him throw a temper tantrum asking to play with his dollies, but I haven’t done that for a while. And that only ever involved me as a witness.)

I decided then and there, humiliations, especially in front of others, were going to happen much more often! And Scarlet, you have provided so many wonderful ideas! And Joan also just posted some great ‘food-for-thought’ on this. He has no idea what is coming! (NB he is not allowed to read your Blog, nor any other adult content sites.)

He was lost for words when he spoke with my sister, and I could hear the amusement in her voice as she toyed with him, coaxing all the details out of him and laughing at his plight. He went redder and redder!

He then had to tell me what she had suggested, which left him further squirming as she had suggested that, with the need for improved hygiene, he should ask me if he could have a special uniform to wear when he does his housework!

He was so morose as I laughed loudly, telling him, “Oh, yes, you most certainly can! And we’ll make sure to invite my sister over to see you wearing it!” It is so good mail order is still going. I have been able to put together a couple of outfits for him. Perhaps you’d like me to share more on this too?

I will finish for now by noting that, despite my extreme cruelty, that evening, he was positively anxious to ensure he ‘pleased me’. Indeed, an early night and his reverence and attentiveness for over 2-hours earned him ½ a Release Credit! When I was sated, he cuddled me closely and professed his adoration.

I was in a state of bliss as smiling warmly, I brought him back to reality by reminding him, “You need to get a good night’s sleep now, you have a very early start remember. I’ve set your alarm for 5 o’clock, but you might need to think about getting up a little earlier. You have to shave and shower; then clean all the bathrooms. The bathroom are going to take you at least ½ an hour; and then you still have to change into your schoolgirl’s uniform ready to start your written work.

And I want you seated at your desk, hands-on-head, no later than ten minutes to six, so you can start to clear your mind and focus on the task ahead. I’ve left everything you’ll need on your desk, with your assignment instructions placed face-down. You’ll need to set an alarm on your phone for one-minute before 6 o’clock. Once it rings, you will need to switch your phone off and place it on the floor before turning your instructions over ready to start work.”

I couldn’t help but feeling contented as he went deathly quiet as the harsh reality of the next morning was thrust upon him. He sighed loudly as he rolled over to advance his alarm by fifteen minutes; and I couldn’t resist then sending him under the covers again!

I actually set my alarm for 5-minutes before six o’clock as I wanted to see the look of shock on his face when he saw how arduous his task was. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for him to get up each morning and face his bleak start to the day. And this is going to be for several months it seems!

Lots of Love

Christine

 

 

Ms Josephine Drake

It is rare one finds a professional Domme who seems to enjoy ALL the same depravities as oneself. I think Governess X and I do, and now I have found Ms Josephine Drake. Or at least I was pointed to her Twitter account by sissy ballerina when sent the link in his comment, of a video of him performing a sissy rendition of The Good Ship Lollipop. Performing it to Ms Josephine Drake. (If only she was in the UK instead of the US.)

Our similarities. First she dresses in everyday clothing. Then she seems to like, for her clients, forced regression to infancy including  to be made to drink bottles of golden nectar, chastity inside diapers, sensory deprivation bondage, humiliation through having to dress and behave as a parody of a little girl,  using a TENS electricity box and using clothes pegs on the client’s genitalia and serious impact punishments of butts with canes and paddles etc. And even golden nectar in ice form.

If you look through her Twitter account you will find photographs of all of the above activities. If only she was in the South of the UK instead of in the US, bitch-boy has dodged a bullet there.

I did wonder whether sissy ballerina had enjoyed his good ship Lollipop rendition as he performs so well. I enquired, as that would have saddened me somewhat. I was relieved and amused by his response as follows:

No Mistress Scarlet, I did not enjoy it. The clothespins had been on for over two hours as Mommy likes to hear them rattle while I clean and do chores. Then I had to perform the song over and over while Mommy caned me and/or raked the clothespins because I made a mistake, or did not show adequate girlish enthusiasm. The humiliation did fade a little, overtaken by the pain and my focus on getting it right. But then when I watched the video it came flooding back ten fold causing me to burst out crying, wiggling and padding my feet in helpless sissy frustration. Every comment Mommy received about how ridiculous I am, brought a fresh stab of shame and embarrassment, and the video still makes me sob and whimper with humiliation every time I watch it.

 

Oh I so adore Ms Josephine Drake! And bitch-boy certainly dodged a bullet.

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Governess X / Lady Governa

I mentioned in passing in my last post  Madam Press, formerly Governess X, formerly Lady Governa of The District Reformatory , and her   clips4sale site. Having discussed in the comments on that post her period, many years ago as Governess X and Lady Governa, I thought I would try to describe in detail excerpts of some of the video clips that were on her website, long before HD quality! If only they were still accessible.

The first thing to describe is her voice. This can be experienced in some of the sample video clips on her    clips4sale site. (I should be on commission!!!)

There is an innocence to her voice as though what is happening is the most natural thing in the world. But there is 100% implacability. Zero pity, Zero mercy. The terrible thing she has decreed will happen is happening. It is unimaginable that anything could even begin to persuade her otherwise, despite the genuine heartfelt pleading of the client. Oh yes, she has clients pleading with all their heart. Her dominance is not a game! (I think I have adopted the identical voice attributes but I am not sure it is from seeing those clips all those years ago. Perhaps they become the natural voice attributes of every relaxed, experienced, merciless, sadistic, 100% powerful Domme?

One clip I remember from all those years ago involved not nettles but thistles. A close up of a very stiff birth defect before her where she sat. And some very stiff stems of thistles in her hand. And the thistle stems swiped down very hard on the stiff and vulnerable defect. Through a serious gag could be heard the desperate begging and pleading of the client. But the calm, soft voice would point out that the nasty organ needed training and again and again the thistles swept down hard. Tiny spots of blood appeared on the defect. And she paused and giggled. And then more of that voice and then the thistles swept down again and again.

The second clip I remember was almost the same apart from an electrical Tens unit was being used attached to electrodes on the very stiff birth defect. The shot was just the defect and her hands holding the control unit. She would turn the dial up to full for a moment and the defect would judder and screams into a gag would be heard and then when the dial was turned back down, panicking, muffled pleading and pleading. Then She would turn the dial up to full for a moment again and the defect would judder and screams into a gag would be heard and then when the dial was turned back down, panicking, muffled pleading and pleading again. All the while, as though reciting a nursery rhyme to an infant her clam, sweet, innocent voice would be describing her activity. Up little sissy, and back down. Up the dial goes little sissy, and back down.

The third clip I remember was from her POV, of her entering a bathroom and inside, very securely bound to a chair, was a sissy client with several pairs of large satin panties pulled over his head. He could see nothing and I doubt hear very much. He was also diapered and gagged and he immediately began begging and begging when he was conscious of her in the room. It was clear he had been there for hours. Her sweet voice explaining he had been very naughty and did not deserve to be in her presence and had to be punished. After a little more narration of his naughtiness she left the room, totally ignoring the constant heartfelt pleading.

The fourth clip I remember had a sissy on his back on a bed, bound so his legs were straight and pointed up to the ceiling. A spreader bar had been secured to keep his ankles apart and the bar was then secured on a length of chain to the bedhead. The backs of his thighs and butt displayed red wheals of cane strokes.

He was very close to tears and he whimpered he could not take any more of the cane.  In response, in a sweet but clearly very firm tone of voice, she explained that sissies never, ever tell their Governesses  they have had enough. Only the Governess knows when they have had enough! Sissies cannot possibly know. And she would show him he had not had enough of the cane. And she went back to caning him some more, and his tears began to flow.

At the time, what a wonderful role model for me she was! And I also learned just how submissives NEED to be treated. Her clients cried, their begging was always ignored, they hated so much of what they endured; BUT did she go out of business? Did she run out of clients? Quite the opposite! They would beg to go back for another weekend of her cruel dominance, again and again.

 

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