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Idle wondering and innocent images

I love to see the pro Dommes who have what appears to be their own, long term sub. Despite the income earning nature of their output, you know they are REAL in a REAL relationship. Bojana the Balkan Brat, Mistress Elaine and sissy maid Vicky, Melanie the Barefoot Princess, Cruel Sarah and her cuck, Kelli and her cuck, Louis Margot and her cuck, Princess Perfect and her sub, etc.

What I sometimes wonder about is whether some of the deliciously cruel pro Domme women who regularly appear in videos and photo shoots with many DIFFERENT subs, have a long term male sub at home? A male sub at home who suffers a regime in keeping with the cruelty these delightful women show with the subs in their videos? (And do any of them read this blog I wonder ???)

For instance, any of the women from; Miami Mean girls,  from the Brat Princesses, from Men Are Slaves, etc. And women such as Empress Jennifer,  Mistress Cindy, Mistress Elise, Brat princess Christina, Miss Barnes, Goddess Amadahy, Cybil Troy, Sarah Eve, Karin Von Kroft, etc.















Might some of these women have a full time sub at home who they do not want on video? Or do they have a vanilla male because they get all their sadism and dominance out when making femdom videos?

Just something I sometimes ponder on.


Below I provide details of my new guide for beginner Dommes. Linked to my alternative blog and, possibly unique, as it is specifically written to avoid frightening a vanilla wife or girlfriend away from trying an FLR relationship.


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.





My 16th journal

A link to all my journals.

Teasing Speech Vignette

An almost non-DS day yesterday for various reasons of domestic trivia. Over three weeks since bitch-boy last came though. So, so sexually desperate. Not out of his cage for one second of those three weeks. (His current cage allows for satisfactory hygienic cleaning without the cage being removed.)

In my bedroom I was dressing. I pulled on a thin, SKIN TIGHT pair of Yoga leggings; extreme camel-toe. They fit every part of my body like a second skin. I sat on my bed to pull up the leggings. My six inch heeled platform mules were on the floor at my bedside as they always are. So were my Ugg boot slippers. I smiled to myself as I put on the mules!

Wearing nothing but my SKIN TIGHT leggings and high heeled mules, I went to bitch-boy who I knew was at the desk-top PC sourcing and ordering non-food essentials I had listed.

I approached him, my hands already at the back of my neck and my exposed breasts thrust forward a little. He saw me and in an instant miserable pain and unrequited desire filled his face. The miserable pain of deep, gnawing sexual frustration. And UNREQUITED desire obviously.

‘Am I making you all desperate again bitch-boy. Such a provocative outfit isn’t it; only half dressed for the day.‘ I thrust out a hip, then the other, I slowly circled 360 degrees and ran my hands over my butt when it was thrust toward him. I moved very close to him and cupped by breasts and smoothed my hands down to my camel-toe. Then they came to rest on the backs of my hips, my breasts and hips jutting forward again. I watched his ardent, tortured eyes roam all round my body; each new area of scenery a new torture. Why does he torture himself so? Silly ridiculous males; helpless to evolution’s drives and hormones. My flat stomach was inches from his face now. I felt totally powerful and totally cruel.

‘You can touch me if you like.’  He put the flat of his hand to my stomach; reverentially and sensually.

‘You can stroke me. All the way up to just below my breasts and all the way down to just above my cunt.‘ He began to do so. Seriously torturing himself now! My so very soft, frequently and expensively, moisturised skin, athletically taut across my stomach muscles and ribs.

‘But you don’t get to touch my breasts or my cunt with your hands do you. You NEVER get to do that do you. Like you never get to fuck this amazing body. No bitch. Only my lovers get to touch my breasts and my cunt with their hands, don’t they.‘ He continued stroking in the areas allowed and he sighed emotionally and seemed close to tears even. I allowed him to torture himself for a while longer. I smiled broadly. I felt like a goddess being deferentially worshipped by a loyal, respectful devotee. This submissive creature that I OWN! That I can torture for my amusement. Then I stood back.

‘Get on with your chore bitch.‘ I turned and walked away making sure each foot landed on my centre line so my hips swung provocatively. He would be watching me sashay away, no doubt!

Back in my bedroom I used my massager wand. The only sound in the quiet house. Soon, my cries of orgasm reaching into every corner of the house. I did not go back to him. I felt utterly contented and a totally powerful, utter bitch!  I went off to the sitting room to read.

A typical ten minutes in my life at home.





More from Christine M and from Ms Sonia Meloni

Well we are spoiled! First is a comment from the amazing Christine M on subjecting her puppet to extreme tedium for her sadistic pleasure and maintaining his subjugation.  This is in response to the post from the fabulous Miss Anne on the same topic. (It is interesting but understandable that enforced high standard ironing is a tedium torment employed by Christine, myself and, I think, by Anne.)

Then we have a piece from the awesome Sonia Meloni, on that switch moment I posted about, when vanilla changes in an instant to DS!

I will start though with a couple of paragraphs on my current favourite humiliation/ tedium torment for my puppet.

As most of you will know I use humiliation-tedium A LOT on bitch-boy for my sadistic pleasure and for maintaining his subjugation. You may recall in an earlier post I wrote about one activity, (for which there is a very detailed description in my, recently published, Journal No. 16,)  –  bitch-boy, over and over again, performing a number of nursery rhymes with actions to all his dollies, and interacting with each of them verbally about each and every rendition. He is in an upstairs room and I set up the video baby monitor and I am in the sitting room getting on with whatever I wish. From the baby monitor I can be serenaded by the sounds of his profound misery as he performs, which I can check on with a glance at the baby monitor, from time to time, to check his nursery rhyme actions are being performed too.

He does not have me in the same room to at least get the compensation of seeing my body in my skin tight or skimpy attire. He does not even know if I glance at the screen or have the sound turned up to hear him. Although he does hear my orgasmic cries every 20 minutes or so. I get so turned on because he is so extremely miserable, understandably! He HATES IT, REALLY, REALLY HATES IT! But he has to keep going for a minimum of an hour, or more usually two, or more! I visit him briefly two or three times, carrying my dressage whip, just to remind him what the cost would be to him to fail to perform perfectly for as long as I wish.

Anyway enough about my use of humiliation/tedium tormenting. On to Christine M!


Christine M – Humiliation / Tedium


This is written to share Anne and your requests for views on tedium. It is in many ways an odd aspect for a dominant to enjoy, but I do get a great thrill out of being able to bring such misery and frustration to my husband. He is someone who thrives on variety and hates detailed work. He’s a ‘big picture man’, which sadly for him, makes it even more delightful to treat him in this manner.

Firstly, I do not believe he should ever consider completing household chores as tedious, even if I add aspects that make the tasks more tiresome and repetitive. Chores are being completed to keep the house clean and well-presented; to keep our clothes looking good, so we dress smartly; to remove the drudgery of performing those tasks from my life, thus enabling me to do more enjoyable things; and to ensure I, and my guests, enjoy the ambience of our home. I expect him therefore to take great pleasure and pride in working vigorously and conscientiously to complete these tasks, to my VERY EXACTING standards. I also love it when visitors comment on how beautifully clean I keep our home! Of course, I take all the credit, after all, I am the one who ‘manages’ the work.

At least one evening each week, he has a full night of chores. This allows him to spend more time with me on other evenings, and keeps him in his place! I accept he might consider that, having worked all day at a stressful, high intensity job that, after an enjoyable meal together, an hour fervently scrubbing down the kitchen; followed by over two hours thoroughly cleaning two bathrooms and the dining room; before finishing off the evening with three hours of ironing, with precise instructions on how everything is to be folded; is very demanding and wearying… That’s what he did the other night though!

And woe betide him if his work is anything less than perfect, or that he does anything other than thank me profusely for scheduling his chores and STRICTLY supervising his work! And whilst this means it is usually gone midnight before he gets to bed on such nights, he had better be very enthusiastic in pleasing me when he does! I simply do not accept tiredness as an excuse for anything.    NB This is only one or, very occasionally, two nights in a week; most other nights he might only have 2-3 hours of housework; or if we go out, he will likely have no chores.

I have really provided unnecessary tedium only to the daily kitchen cleaning, as I detailed in an earlier post. This was to display and contrast my power and his servile position, and it was his first chore. It does provide such a wonderful contrast to our roles though.

There was a time he might have let out sighs, or rolled his eyes, completing tasks that bored him; he has learnt better. And now, though I know he absolutely dreads the tedium of cleaning the kitchen floor on his hands and knees, every day; he buckles down and gets it done, while I relax in the next room.

Writing lines has been the real focus of tedium in his life. This is also why I have a detailed [schoolgirl] uniform for him to wear, I can but imagine the dread he has as he goes through the rigmarole of dressing as required and then sitting down for many hours writing without a break. I could not imagine doing it, especially night after night! A 45-minute detention in my school days was soul-destroying, to be doing 6-hours of writing, after a day of work or travel, is a horrifying thought, some might even consider it abusive!

Yet, he often spends night after night, writing page after page; locked in the sheer boredom of the writing, the tedium, the dull, dreary, lonely, silent, monotony. Some evenings, I also add some exceptionally tedious ‘twists’ to his line writing. With his essays, he has the added struggle and exasperation of structuring the essay and thinking about what to write. A six-page essay written on narrow lined pages, with the topic, a thought-provoking philosophical concept, requiring his own original ideas; is not easy at all!

So, why do I get such a thrill from setting the awful, lengthy tasks that I do? I guess it is the power it gives me. It’s just a few minutes effort for me to provide many hours of toil for him, what a beautiful contrast? I love knowing that it is such absolute misery for him, and it excites me when I see tears in his eyes from the sheer exasperation of the task, especially when he makes an error and has to start the page again!

And on top of it all, he is caged and totally frustrated! Really though, it doesn’t matter why I enjoy it! The simple fact is, I do! That’s all that matters! And so, he is assured of many, many more hours of mind-numbing suffering and deprivation to come! (Mind you, he does have the bright hope now of earning one release option if he completes his task on time!)

Warmest regards



Now onto the fabulous Sonia, who has exquisitely commented before.

Sonia Meloni

My dear friend and sister,  regarding your post on vanilla times and THE SWITCH, I thought of the vanilla times I have with my slaveboy, when we get out for shopping or window shopping, have dinner, etc.

Obviously he loves those brief moments, when we seem an ordinary couple, and he tends to relax, probably thinking that I’ve gone soft, or something…lol So it’s particularly nice and satisfying for me to bring him suddenly back to reality with little reminders…For example, at the restaurant, I extend my leg under the table and push my heels hard on his groin, making the the pins of his chastity cage pierce his cock…The grimace of pain on his face is priceless and is a delight to me if other clients are looking at him and notice his funny behaviour..!

Other times, when walking (he always must be two steps behind me, never on my side) I intentionally drop a bag on the ground and while he gallantly kneels to pick it up, I hiss, “While you’re there, kiss my shoe!” and I can she him getting red in the face for the humiliation, while he obeys, brought back to slave status!

Sometimes, when Patrizia, my love, is with us, I wink at her, she understands me immediately and says, out of the blue, something like: “You know, when we get home, Sonia is going to torture you, for my sake, to get me nice and excited for her…”

I can see the suddenly desperate look in his eyes, as I know how much he hurts from the burning humiliation of being cuckolded, being a passive, frustrated witness to our lovemaking…fully knowing he’ll NEVER get to make love to me like my Patrizia does, {or in any way] …And that thought, so delicious for a sadist, obviously, makes me wet right there, on the spot!

And yet, almost everyday, getting back from work, he brings me small presents, like a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate box, a small piece of jewelry, a box of my favorite slim cigars…As I’m soft-hearted, after all, I sometimes reward him by letting him sniff, at safe distance my pussy, saying, “You’ll never get to touch or feel it in your lifetime, bitch!”

It’s a life of happiness, my dear sister, full of intense, satisfying orgasms that keep me healthy and beautiful like a young girl!

Hugs and kisses,



The video premiere party

You may recall my post about the premiere party for pussie’s shaming video. Well, as promised, Carla provided an account of the premiere.
I provide her account below, preceded by the email she sent me before the premiere account email.
Good Morning Scarlet,
I am going to write you later about the premier. I was going to do so yesterday but Todd and I slept in, then were off to friends for a late brunch and afternoon movie. By the time we got home, I was too tired to write you. Ok not quite the truth. One of my girlfriends who attended the premier called me early evening.  As we reviewed the party I got more and more -ah well you know. So rather than writing, Todd and I spent the evening together.
Hope you are having a great day.
Hi Scarlet
There were mistakes I had to correct in version 1 because I had pussie under the desk licking me when I wrote the first version.

The Premiere

The premier party was a blast. I actually had 14 guests (three of my gfs brought their husband or bf). All of my guests, which included Tyler, my daughters, Todd and other friends, know about pussie’s status as a sissy serving maid, know that Todd is my boyfriend and had seen the invitation. In case you may be wondering, there only a handful of other friends who know that my husband is a total sissy.
pussie first served everyone wearing the burlap lined pink maid’s outfit. After dinner, I had pussie change into the full cheer outfit as in the video. In the video you can see a black wooden cross which I enjoy attaching pussie to as it spreads the sissy out while allowing me to bind its arms and legs. So I bound pussie to the cross for the viewing. Everyone just loved the cheer video. We must of played  at least 10 times. The consensus was that the video made pussie out to be the most ridiculous, submissive sissy. And to be honest all thought the sissy to be a total wimp. I cannot begin to tell you how much laughter there was, all of it pointed at pussie.
Then I told everyone that pussie had not been allowed to have any form of relief, i.e masturbate, since Thanksgiving and asked if they thought pussie’s performance had earned it the right to relief or at least the opportunity for relief. All agreed and then I passed out the ballot I had sent you. Below are the results of the voting and brief description of what happened.

(The men took everything that happened in their stride. Todd and one other guy, David, have seen pussie used as a sissy. Both find all of this very amusing. Of course pussie knows that it must obey and service  Todd just as the sissy obeys me.  The two other men, had been fully briefed by their partners -one was married , the other in a long term relationship with his girlfriend.  It took almost no time for both of them to express their view that pussie was a pathetic wimp deserving all the misery and humiliation it suffered. I will say that while all of the male guests watched and laughed as pussie was tormented after the video, none of them actually participated. Only the women smacked pussie’s wee-wee, but the total smacks were based on the number of guests.
Ballot results
May pussie play with its wee-wee as is or should the wee-wee and balls first be prepared for playing? 
unanimous vote that pussie’s shoud be properly prepared before being allowed to play with itself.
If prepared first should the wee-wee and balls be?
This question engendered much discussion. The first vote was for ruler smacking only. But I let the guests discuss further and after much discussion about which preparation would be most effective ( yes read painful) a wonderful compromise was reached. First the shaft was scrubbed for about 5 minutes with the coarse burlap until it was deep red color. Then another guest took a small piece of very coarse sandpaper and scrubbed only the head of pussie’s wee-wee. Then each guest got to smack the wee-wee 4 times for a total of 56 very firm smacks covering the entire wee-wee. The poor sissy was squirming and trying desperately to avoid the smacks but of course could not. pussie began begging and pleading for us to stop. We all found the sissy’s pleading quite hilarious but after a while it would not shut up so I shoved a very large rubber cock into its mouth (I do mean large) and buckled it straps around pussie’s head to be sure it could not be pushed out. 

a. scrubbed with sand paper
b. scrubbed with coarse burlap
c. smacked with wooden ruler, and if smacked how many times
d. any combination of a,b and/or c

Whether or not prepared as in 2 above should the wee-wee and balls be lubricated before pussie plays with it? 
I am sure you can guess what the choice was here. I first took the burlap, soaked it in hot water than wrapped in around the wee-wee and balls to be sure the pores were open. Then two of the women guests put on plastic gloves and thoroughly applied a coat of the capsacin. I was impressed at how slowly and meticulously they rubbed the capsacin over every part of the wee-wee and balls. It took about 30 seconds or so before pussie reacted. And what a reaction- the sissy was dry humping the air, squirming and writhing, the wee-wee shaking up and down. All the bells on the wool leg warmers , skirt and sweater were tinkling. Everyone had another drink, we played the video a few more times, while watching a most amusing wee-wee dance.

a. If lubricated should it be with baby oil
b capsaicin creme

If lubricated with either baby oil or capsaicin should 1,2  or 3 coats of lubrication be applied? 
We never did take a vote on this question. One of the guests commented how grateful pussie should be that the wee-wee was lubed up as it allow its hand to slide up and down the wee-wee when it got to play with it. Then another guest suggested quite nicely I thought, that if one coat would make pussie’ jerk off feel so good, two coats would be even better! pussie seemed to violently disagree but who listens to sissy? So two more guests took up the task of thoroughly applying a second coat of capsaicin. All I can say Scarlet is that pussie’s humping, squirming and writhing reached a new level! And the laughter did as well!!!!

What position should pussie be in while playing with its wee-wee? 
Another very long discussion of the relative merits ( read most humiliating) of each position. The final decision was to keep pussie stretched out on the cross as this would most limit any movement on by the sissy. 

a. standing straight up legs spread open or not
b. kneeling with legs spread open
c. sitting cross legged like little girl

How should pussie be allowed to stroke its wee-wee?
Index finger only was the clear winner. We released pussie’s outstretched left arm, leaving the right bound to the cross.  . Then removing the left hand mitten, I duck taped all of his fingers back with the exception of the index finger. I then wrapped that finger in burlap.

a. with both hands
b. with one hand only
c with index finger of left hand only , other fingers taped back and other hand tied in back ( just to be clear using one finger is meant to resemble a young girl masturbating herself. As pussie is right handed, using the left index finger will make it more difficult for the sissy to apply pressure to the wee-wee so more frustration!)

How much time should pussie be given to make sissy dribbles? 
There was some disagreement here.Some though a sissy should never be allowed the pleasure of self gratification and one minute was more than enough time. Others said they thought poor pussie should be allowed to stroke as long as possible. However most of the guests said that making pussie play with itself in front of everyone would be total humiliation not to mention so amusing to watch. So a great compromise was reached to allow pussie 10 minutes. pussie was told that once the clock started it must continuously rub itself. If it stopped for an instant, then it would be done, punished for wasting our time, chastity cage put back on and it would be at least six months before the sissy would be given the same opportunity. And I added pussie better be rubbing very hard. With a burlap wrapped single finger rubbing a very very sore wee-wee there was certainly no way pussie was going to enjoy this.

a   one minute
b   five minutes
c   ten minutes
d   no limit

Should pussie be made to drip dribbles, if made , into hand, floor, doggie bowl?    
doggie bowl was the choice. pussie rubbed and rubbed as everyone both cheered and jeered. It was easy to see that the sissy was totally contradicted in that rubbing the capsacin overed wee-wee really hurt but the frustraion of not having any type of normal relief ( I do give pussie periodic prostrate massages to allow it some relief but there is no sexual sensation ) seemed to overcome both the pain and shame. We actually let pussie play with itself till it made some sissy dribbles- a bit longer than 10 minutes. 

If pussie does make sissy dribbles, should it  
another compromise- pussie was made to lick up the dribbles from the bowl, but before it finished the sissy’s face was shoved down and rubbed around the bowl so that some of the dribbles were on its face. It was decided that pussie could not wash its face for a full day as a reminder of its performance in front of everyone.

a. be allowed to wipe up dribbles with paper towel
b. rub dribbles all over face, and if so how long before sissy may wipe dribbles off face
1. immediately
2. rest of evening
3. 24 hours
c. lick up dribbles on all fours like dog

 After all is done should wee-wee:  
of course one more coating of capsaicin before putting pussie’s wee-wee back in its spiked prison.

a. be left alone
b. rubbed with baby oil or soothing creme
c. rubbed with capsaicin ( and if so how many additional coats?)
sorry this is so long. Of course you may edit as you wish and share with your blog readers. And I would love your comments.
warmest regards,

Cuckolding images and videos

Two posts in a day!

I have decided to have bitch-boy include images of heterosexual cuckolding on my BDSMLR site. The images must be in accordance with my preferences. Regular readers of my blog may find this odd.

Odd because I have made clear that, if I am to be labelled, I am a lesbian. I don’t have sex with males and I never will. I dislike seeing males getting any pleasure from sex with women which is why I would never cuckold bitch-boy with a man. But I adore cuckolding bitch-boy. It is one of the most intense experiences for each of us. Intensely terrible for bitch-boy, intensely exhilarating for me.

Before I go on to explain my decision regarding my BDSMLR site let me explain what I love so much about cuckolding; why it is so intense. It is about a demonstration and comparison of status and freedoms.

bitch-boy is in chastity 24/7/365. He has no freedom for erections let alone orgasms. When he does have orgasms they are rare, humiliating, in bondage, and ALWAYS follow painful dickie-discipline. bitch-boy is in awe of my body, but it is a, look – but don’t touch, regime. He NEVER gets to caress or to stroke, and obviously never, ever gets to fuck my body and never ever will; or caress or stroke or fuck anyone else’s body. He is a born again virgin. (If I ask him if he could change any of my regime he must endure, his answer is always the same. It is not about his TERRIBLE humiliations, or SERIOUSLY painful experiences, it is always – be allowed to fuck my body, or even just penetrate for a few seconds. WHICH WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN.

Now contrast all that with my life. I am free to have as many orgasms as I want whenever I want in whatever way I want. I am free to take female lovers. Those lovers are free to do all the things with my body bitch-boy would adore to do but is never allowed.

I like to have bitch-boy see me French kiss and embrace and caress my lovers. I like him to see that my lovers can kiss and caress and stroke my body any way they want, for as long as they want. The ultimate demonstration and comparison of status and freedoms between bitch-boy, me and my lovers. A chance to rub his face, (not literally) in him seeing others have what he is never allowed to have, just because I am a sadistic, pitiless bitch and it amuses me. Oh, and gives me lots of MASSIVE orgasms!

I like to make sure bitch-boy can at the least hear my lovemaking with someone else, better still watch always in his chastity cage. Sometimes take part by being a human cushion or stool, or passing toys or licking toys clean but never on the bed or sofa with us. Or as a fluffing implement – be suffering pain as a background and as foreplay. (Bound in the same room and having had Linnex applied to his birth-defect so the sound of his whimpering and sobbing is the music to which my lover and I have sex)

So what does all this have to do with my BDSMLR site? The answer is that images and video of all I have just described with two women lovers and a cuckolded male in chastity are almost non-existent.  BUT images and video of male and female lovers with a cuckolded male ARE EVERYWHERE IN ABUNDANCE.

So, there will now be images of these ‘cuckolding threesomes’ on my BDSMLR site, together with all the usual images I like, but, probably only my blog followers will truly understand that when I look at the images, I will be imagining the male bull is actually a female. It’s a stretch, but to do not so is such a waste of one of the most powerful activities in the femdom world.

So  a BDSMLR site experiment has started and will run for a while. It may become permanent.


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A deeply shaming video

You may recall my previous  two posts about the amazing Mistress Carla.

Well she has sent me a very shaming video of her cuckold slave husband,  pussie for me to publish the video on BDSMLR; which I have done. The pansy’s outfit has to be seen to be believed!

pussie was required to come up with a shaming cheerleader chant, (or cheer), with actions, and perform it in front of Carla and her sister. The rendition was videoed and sent to me. (pussie was given a VERY significant dose of the paddle afterwards as the cheer was deemed inadequately shaming.)

pussie was ordered to make up the sissy cheer using some of the things Carla makes it do. For example the second verse refers to pussie being ordered to go out for walks, ‘sissy parades’, in a girly sweater, maybe pom-pants, or just regular pants but with the fly wide open, balls and wee-wee pulled all the way out and covered only by the sweater, with bells tied to a coarse twine tied tightly around the balls and hanging down between the legs so they jingle as the sissy walks.
The third verse is about the fact that pussie is never allowed to use the front door, but instead must go in the rear basement door. Adjacent to that door is where the trash bins are kept. So pussie must always crawl into that area first, lick up any dirt on the floor around the bins, then  stick his tongue on the wall and wait for someone to let him in the basement door.

When the video was sent to me, Carla felt pussie’s voice should be edited out so he could not be recognised. I had bitch-boy do the grunt work for this editing, leaving only the sound at the end of the video, of Carla’s delightful, mocking laughter.

HOWEVER, Carla has now said if female Dommes leave comments on this post asking for the volume to be restored for the WHOLE video, then she will give permission for me to do that; as female Dommes wishes should always be obeyed. pussie knows this and is very miserable over this post and profoundly fretting over the next potential posting.

Here are the lyrics of the cheer.

Mistress Carla’s slut sissy that is me
Mistress Carla’s slut sissy, my name is pussie
i must parade all about
with my fly wide open
my wee-wee and balls hanging out
i must never use the front door
i must crawl into the dumpster
licking the walls and the floor
my widdle wee-wee is kept red and sore
then rubbed with capsaicin 
to make it burn more
Mistress Carla’s slut sissy that is me
Mistress Carla’s slut sissy, my name is pussie
yea pussie

So, dominant sisters of ours, what do you think?


Easy chastity cage adjustment

It took a number of false starts before I had found the chastity cage I wanted, that bitch-boy currently has double padlocked on him 24/7/365. Lots of access for my finger tips, my finger nails and the Linnex applicator wax; and stinging nettles and for good cleaning without it being removed. (Click on the highlighted text above for a photo).

It is however just a bit longer than I ideally wanted; perhaps an inch longer. I came up with a simple solution. I now drop a very large children’s glass marble into the cage tube before he must push his birth defect into it. The glass marble is hygienic as it is easily cleaned and non-absorbent. The cage is now about an inch shorter when it comes to bitch-boy’s sorry attempts at erection when I tease him. No feeling of even half an erection for him.

Lots of vulnerable flesh bulging through the cage wires though. All that bulging flesh so vulnerable for a coating of Deep Heat or especially Linnex.


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There are no straight women

I know this post may annoy some women blog followers, and I apologise if so. (It may annoy some male blog followers but it is absolutely none of your business is it?)

Let me start by setting out why I have published this post. Although it is marginal, lesbian and bi-sexual women can more easily have power over males than straight women and probably more easily maximise ALL pleasure sources. What is not marginal is that they can much more enjoy double domming a male that involves orgasmic intimacy between them.

(The exception is a straight woman who enjoys cuckolding her sub male with another male. But these dynamics can be very risky and are much harder to manage. Furthermore many of us Dommes  are females supremacists and do not want to have sex with any male.)

On 12 November 2015, I posted about a scientific study  that suggested ..‘Women Are Bisexual Or Gay, But Almost Never Straight.’

My own experience supports this position in so far as, almost all the lesbian and bisexual women I know, started out thinking they were straight and started with males, then later moved onto females. This compares with all the gay men I know, all of which knew by puberty they were gay, even if some, for appearances sake, began by dating women.

Well a new scientific study has been published stating that bisexuality among women is statistically on the rise. Since 1972, social scientists have studied the General Social Survey to chart the complexities of social change in the United States. In 2008, the survey started including a question on sexual identity.

In the 10 years that the General Social Survey has included a question on sexual identity, rates of identification among gay men, lesbian women and bisexual men in the U.S. haven’t changed much.

Bisexual identifying women, on the other hand, account for virtually all of the growth among those who say they’re lesbian, gay or bisexual. Of all of the women who responded to the 2018 survey, more than 1 in 18 identified as bisexual. One decade ago, only 1 in 65 did. Full Report BY TRISTAN BRIDGES & MIGNON R. MOORE here

I wonder if the more sexuality of all types is accepted in society, the more women will be prepared to confirm their bisexuality or lesbianism?

So given the science, and my experience, my view is that the first study was right; that all women have the capacity to be bisexual and many to become lesbian. If you are a female supremacist and you want to maximise your power over your male sub, double-domme him with a female sexual partner! When this is combined with enforced chastity for the male and a forced Born Again Virgin status for him, the power dynamic is simply awesome!

I have never needed to ‘seduce’ a female Domme while double domming a male with her. A hand slips around a waist as she and I stand side by side watching the male suffer; faces become cheek touching cheek while both spitting in his face; hand holds hand or a hand drops to the other Domme’s thigh while sitting on a sofa, putting the male through miseries. And before you know it there is kissing, caressing and later, full-on lesbian sex.

Each time this has happened, when a woman who thought she was straight ends up in full-on sex with me, there has been no overt or covert seduction. Simply a natural progression of steps initiated by her as much as me. You would almost think it was the natural way of things!