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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.

Carla

 

 

 

My 16th journal

A link to all my journals.

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.

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.

 

 

 

 

Total denial for the over 30s?

Well my post of 23 March raised the question of whether total denial of ejaculations has an adverse effect on prostate health, or is it simply a widely repeated myth. I included excerpts of two research reports which were ambiguous on the matter. There were quite a few comments on the post including one which supplied another research report.

TO ME, THE MOST INTERESTING ISSUE COMING OUT OF ALL THREE REPORTS was; it seems that once a male is over 30, ejaculations may well no longer be relevant to a healthy prostate, (even if ejaculations earlier in life may be).

 

 

Many of us Dommes have subs who are over 30, over 40, over 50, or even over 60! Is the ejaculation future rather bleak for them now? It would be wonderful to find yet more research reports that cover the issue of ejaculations for males over 30 years old having a benefit, or no benefit, to prostate health !

Below are summaries of the three research report extracts.

……………The studies ………. both report that a high frequency of ejaculation early in adulthood has the greatest [beneficial] impact on [lowering] the risk of prostate cancer decades later, they call attention to the role of events early in life, when the prostate is developing and maturing…………

…………………. a 2003 study from Australia found that males who frequently ejaculated when they were younger appeared to have a reduced rate of prostate cancer later in life…..

A report from the Health Professionals Follow-Up Study [found]  ………………… the incidence of prostate cancer was significantly reduced for men having more than 21 ejaculations per month between the ages 20 to 29 years [old] ……………..

 

Innocent Images?

Just a very light hearted post arising from me thinking about the shame of how I have to avoid posting images of BDSM or nudity because I do not want the slightest possibility of my blog getting deleted by WordPress.

I wondered, looking at the images on my femdom  BDSMLR site, how minimal an image could be yet still invoke BDSM thoughts in us, while a vanilla person would see nothing to do with eroticism. I stood over bitch-boy while he went to work with Photoshop under my instruction.

Do these fit the bill? Do they inspire your imagination with BDSM thoughts and scenarios? Would a vanilla person see eroticism or simply be confused or bored by each image? Is it even possible for us to put ourselves into the mind of a vanilla person. I do not think it is possible.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a reminder about my new Guide entirely written to help entice vanilla women into trying domination. Further details HERE.  There is also my alternative blog; again entirely written to help entice vanilla women into trying domination.

 

Lady Jessica writes again, as wonderfully as ever.

Well given not many followers of this blog read all the comments on posts, I am going further with this post than, as I sometimes do, simply providing a long comment from one of the fantastic real life Dommes who make comments. This post is a short thread of comments that I hope will be simple to read. It starts with a part of a comment from a submissive sissy male, Michele. about checking the lines written by Lady Jessica’s puppet, skivvy.

That is followed by a comment of mine. Then a delightful, long comment from Lady Jessica (that has not been published in the comments section), and finally another comment from me.

………………………………………… As a submissive male maid (curtsey) I am of course all in favour of labour-saving ideas, at least for dominant Ladies. However, I did wonder whether instead of automation you had considered submissive labour for the task of tedious [lines]marking? Subs can mark one another’s work: with a penalty of course for the one who finds the fewest mistakes.

I myself would be very willing to join skivvy at his (her?) writing desk, Lady Jessica. The two of us would sit there, in matching [schoolgirl] uniforms, scribbling away until instructed to stop, when scripts would be exchanged, pencils swaped for red ballpoints, and mistakes identified. There might be a few tears and tantrums if we disagree with each others’ assessment, but I expect you could keep us in line.

My very deepest respects to you (curtsey)

Michele

 

In reply Michele FROM MISTRESS SCARLET

I’m afraid you are unlikely to find your offer attractive to a Domme. Certainly from my perspective, I can get all the cruel pleasure I wish from one male submissive being the subject of my entire malevolent focus, without the hassle of having to manage a second sub male. And the fact that my sub male is all alone, with no peer with whom to seek an alliance is part of the subjugation. However, all we Dommes are different so you never know. So good luck.

If you were actually a female sub, my answer would be very different. I would welcome your attendance but bitch-boy would find himself in a far corner of my home in sensory deprivation bondage for probably six hours. And you would find yourself the subject of my entire malevolent focus, with no peer with whom to seek an alliance.

Mistress Scarlet

 

In reply to msscarlet9015. FROM LADY JESSICA

I thoroughly agree, my dear Mistress Scarlet

I’ve occasionally toyed with the idea of another submissive male, but really only as part of my relentless focus on skivvy’s own humiliation and degradation. Particularly if, like him, the other had an old-fashioned horror of male homosexuality. Forced bi (or shall we say ‘encouraged’ bi) remains one of the activities still on the ‘to do’ list in our household. It has not happened yet, but it is inevitable and will happen when I choose. Skivvy knows that and dreads it.

Possibly when skivvy starts to get on in life (and I’ll be quite the granny, as I’m 14 years older than him), it would be nice to pluck a young male in the prime of his life, and degrade and ruin him too. Skivvy would still be around, I hope, so my victim would understand all too soon the fate that awaits him.

I have always rather hankered after the role of the sadistic mother-in-law: taking an active interest in her daughter’s marriage with a vigorous concern to improve the son-in-law’s behaviour. I have no children, and no plans for any, but perhaps I could somehow find a young couple in later life for whom I could stand in loco parentis, so to speak. I myself have no objections to ‘bi’ so I could even cuckold as well as enslave the unfortunate young man if I can find the right young lady. We’ll see.

None of which, ‘Michele’, implies that I will be taking up your offer of line-writing and line-marking services. But you wrote a polite comment and managed to address me properly, so I will indulge your little fantasy for a moment. As Mistress Scarlet has so often warned on this blog, though, do you really think you would find the reality as pleasant as your sexual fantasies? Read the lovely posting about tedium by the delightful Christine M. Would you enjoy such treatment? Perhaps you would, a little. Perhaps you should pay a dominatrix to allow you to clean her kitchen floor, for an hour or two. I can imagine you’d enjoy that. But what if it took longer than that? And what of the next day? And the next? And the day after that? Do you imagine that week in, week out, as the weeks become months and the months become years you’d still feel that sexual frisson? You wouldn’t last two days.

Side by side with skivvy… writing lines in your schoolgirl uniform… What fun! Perhaps each of you would write out for me 200 times “Lady Jessica decides when and for how long I will sit at this desk writing lines; I have no say in the matter.” And maybe a thrilling paddling over your green knickers to follow! Goodness, WHAT an enjoyable thought for you, sitting safely at your computer at home! But the next day, Michele? Another 200, I think. And the day after that? 200? No – it’s the weekend. That will be 500 then, on each of Saturday and Sunday. Then back to 200 to start the working week on Monday. 2000 lines a week, Michele. 104,000 lines a year (no we don’t round to the nearest 100,000: you don’t get Christmas off). What proportion of those 104,000 lines do you think you’d mange to find sexually exciting, Michele? 0.1% perhaps? The remaining 99,9% being an aching, soul-destroying grind, dreaded every day… and even when you’re done, and brushing your teeth with your poor aching hand before bed, your soul and spirit would sink at the thought that tomorrow the same tedious task awaits you yet again.

Even ignoring the fact that any physical expression of sexual excitement would be locked down, Michele (and you would not find that an easy thing to ignore, believe me), there would be little that is erotic about it, and much that is miserable. For you, that is. For me, the misery is erotic.

I am very well aware, Michele, that this is nothing more than a fantasy for you. I expect you enjoyed reading this and Mistress Scarlet’s reply to you and dreaming of the cruel things we could do to you. No doubt you have been doing something quite disgusting for the last few minutes. I don’t begrudge you that, although I hope someday someone catches you at it and you really learn the meaning of humiliation. But in the meantime, just pray this all remains a fantasy, Michele. Because one day, you might be unlucky (yes: UNlucky) enough for a Lady Jessica, a Mistress Scarlet or a Mistress Christine to take a real interest in you. And then in the brief moments between chores, assignments and punishments you might look back on exchanges like this and wonder what on earth you could have been thinking. (But males do not think. And that is why we could take control of you so easily, my little morsel).

Yours (dear Scarlet) in sincere sisterhood

Lady Jessica

 

A final thought from me, MISTRESS SCARLET

I can’t help mention, if only Lady Jessica lived in the UK I would cherish being able to sort of indulge her fantasy, (with some suspension of reality), for her role of the sadistic mother-in-law. If she allowed me, I could pretend to be younger. I could have bitch-boy pretend to be younger too.  I also have no objections to ‘bi’, so bitch-boy would find himself cuckolded as well as ‘trained’ by me AND Lady Jessica, the sadistic mother-in-law.

Perhaps it could be considered a practice period before Lady Jessica actually found a couple of the right age. If only, if only…..

 

 

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More from Miss Anne

We learned from the previous post regarding Miss Anne that her slave is cuckolded and in a severe chastity regime, that she puts him to work during his holidays from his usual job, she often has her mom over staying at their house, they both dominate Miss Anne’s slave and he is put to extremely arduous chore work and other tedium activities too.

More from Miss Anne

At first let me say I have been a bit hesitant to put comments on this wonderful blog more often because English is not my native language and I am not sure of my ability to share with you my thoughts. If you have trouble understanding what I am writing please let me know.

In my opinion the legendary Ms Scarlet has built a wonderful blog which has helped me a lot to invade deeper into my slave’s submissive mind and I got some wonderful creative and useful ideas to extended further his training and humiliation.

Ms Scarlet also knows some more things about me and my history in my female domination world and I am ready to share with you all  a brief introduction so you understand the background behind my nowadays dominant personality and behaviour towards my poor but LUCKY slave.

I am not a model, I am just an ordinary woman 1.66cm height, 62kg weight, long brown hair, light blue eyes, go to gym 3-4 times weekly and I usually dress casual but I can be also elegant and classy on occassions. I have got a good job after many years of studying, got a PhD and my job has to do with human mind and their actions.

Although I live in a beautiful and wonderful country it is unfortunately still very conservative and still a male dominated society. I have seen and experienced a great deal of male aggression and control towards weak and defenceless women in my job. But trust me, that is not relevant to my dominant personality and treatment of my slave. It is not a revenge in the name of abused women. A dominant woman is cleverer than average majority and simply to seek revenge  is too shallow an action for us.

I met my slave 10 and a half years ago and we were in love  at first. Everything was incredibly good except one very important and basic thing for a vanilla relationship; sex. he wasn’t able even to got hard despite my efforts, dressing in sexy underwear etc. It led me to be desperate. I began having law self-confidence. I was anxious over my sexiness and appearance.

We split up after a short time and endless hours of me in tears, sad thoughts, and desperation. Later, when he confessed his real submissive nature, and that he was a born slave from his childhood, I learned the truth. He was really a virgin male. It was not me and my sexiness, but his ideas and beliefs of  female superiority behind the fact he was not able even to get hard and have sex with me while we were in a vanilla relationship. This was the turning point in my whole point of view of life.

I have very few close friends who are aware about the true nature of our relationship that led to marriage a few months ago. (Only Ms Scarlet knows my real reason why I took this step and got married to him and I will not share it with anyone else). But this blog gives me the chance to hear comments and opinions from other folks, Dommes and subs, and from their experiences I can correct or change or add ideas for my marriage.

Of course it is a cuckold marriage as he remains a virgin. I must say that he, as my slave, has the desire to try and make love with me as he says he can get hard when submitting to me, but I choose to put him in a strict, stainless steel chastity device that prevents even the slightest erection. It just fits to the size of his birth defect, short and tight.

So you now know the background in my current relationship with him and you are more familiar now.

I will provide more about my relentless tedium tortures for him and why I get such a great pleasure from them. PS, Dear Ms Scarlet, you should not have any doubts, you are so right, enforced high standards in an ironing tedium torment of him is my thing, lol. I will provide more details of this.

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It took me a long time and was slow progress to get used to my power over him and to learn how to boss him around. I was introduced by him into the wonderful world of female domination. The first thing I noticed was his willingness to suffer for me in any possible way.

So let’s discuss what is tedium chores, what is discipline and what is an important task. As Christine M. wrote, I don’t believe housework is a tedium chore for the slave. It is an important task to keep spotless and tidy the place we spend most of our free time and of course sleeping. So for him, to clean, cook, tidy for about 3 hours every day and from the sunshine till midnight on Saturdays is a good spending time to keep a healthy environment for us to live in.The same with him hand washing all our clothes and underwear.

Yes I know, there are laundry machines and we live in the 21st century, but the old traditional way of washing protects better the material so less money spent on buying new ones and on electricity. Besides this way, the slave can clean better the cloth and especially the hard deep stains. Mom says so and Mom knows best of course. About 8-10 hours weekly for hand washing our items is not such a long time and also helps him to be focused on a useful duty instead of being idle and this idleness let him make dirty or poisoned thoughts.

IRONING When I was a partner of him, I noticed in his house he didn’t even have an iron for the clothes. He was very spoiled by his family and his mother or sister ironed his clothes. I hate ironing and I believe most of the women here agree with my opinion, so when he became my slave, his first duty was to iron all my washed clothes. It took a few hours, it took some burned fingers, it took a look of desperation on his eyes, it took much sweat as it was a hot summer day. It took lots of discipline and lecturing, it took even a little bruised ass but the lesson was learned and successful.

The next 2.5 years was a good training trial period of his ironing skills for what would come after and the level of my demands and standards going up and up. Nowadays 10 years after his first ironing:

  • 1. he is on ironing twice per week of my and Mom’s clothes
  • 2. he irons weekly past 5 years the washed load of clothes of my 2 best female friends who are aware of his status, one of them is married with 2 kids.
  • 3. At our homes, when he irons an item he has to kiss it afterward, fold or hang it on a hanger and with every single item to put in the closet then come back to iron the next and so on. This way the item will remain well ironed.
  • 4. Of course each day and night he has to iron the clothes of the day.

In my opinion, 1&2 are just important tasks and discipline, 4 is an important task, 3 one can say it is a little tedium but I insist it helps him to remain disciplined.

WRITING LINES – One of my favorites activities from the beginning of our relationship due to my studies and I know how much help it can be for him to learned to express his spoken and written expression in a respectful manner. He must use five pen colours when he is writing punishment lines.

He has 5 different coloured pens, black, blue, red, green, gold. I choose for the slave to write punishment lines which are a multiple of 5, let’s say 15 words for a punishment line. He begins to write each word of the sentence in a different colour, and the row for the first 5 words are black, blue, red, green, gold, and fill the whole first line with these colours in that order.

The second line order must be blue, red, green, gold, black. The third line order must be red, green, gold, black, blue. So in the first 5 lines he starts the line with each of the different pen colours. Then for the sixth line the order is blue, red, green, gold, black and he must continue with this sequencing until he writes the 25th line. Then the order of colours is again like the beginning row; black, blue, red, green, gold and continue to the last line, lol.

It helps him on concentrate, focus his mind into the punishment, make him writes slowly, change anxiously the pen, and he is frightened for even one mistake as it will lead to writing the whole punishment page again.

An A4 page takes him about 60-75 minutes to be filled with the phrase of his punishment. He writes at least 3 essays of 800-3000 words every week on the various topics not strictly on femdom. He is not educated to my level and I expect my slave to make me proud of his ability, skills, and education, so writing on the various topics helps him to establish a good level of knowledge.

On the opposite, my Mom is on the lower level of education so she asks him to write some essays to “help” her to enlarge her knowledge. He also has to write at the end of the day his diary of at least half a page. The result is the same, a desperate and exhausted slave to write and write, and write.

To be honest I could not stand living such a writing relentless tedium. There are times I feel exhausted and sleepy just to watch him write endless hours and shaking his head to help him stay awake. Yes, it is half tedium but also discipline and an important task as it helps him to enlarge his horizons. I have to share with you in future comments many funny events when he is writing lines and essays, punishments and much more.

I have a plan for the next three months, beginning on 1st March, I own some helpful books about my profession and notes of my studying years and I plan he will write all of them on PC so I will save them in PDF format. I think it will take him a good amount of at least 3 hours daily to accomplish the task to the deadline.

When I am inspecting his punishment lines or read the essays, then I call him, he kneels before me and I usually let some moments pass in silence before giving my approval or making comments. I have asked him about his feelings when he is knelt at my feet and waits for my approval. He said he is always frightened at these times, he gets a dry mouth, heavy breathing, fast heartbeat, cramps in his stomach, his head burns and he is very anxious and nervous for my decision because he knows the slightest error will lead to re-writing the lines. To be honest I smiled but I was also feeling surprised.

Yes definitely yes, I get such pleasure from all the above. One huge thing I love in such a relationship is the contrast of feeling and actions, the contrast of rights and obligations, the contrast of power, authority and submission. It brings a smile on my face to know he is suffering for my whims while I have social public activities much more pleasurable and interesting than spending endless hours writing. I even get wet at times and of course, I admit in general, my libido has gone incredibly up from the moment I was involved in such a dynamic relationship.

I may get more and more sadistic tendencies and pleasure as I go deeper and deeper into this relationship. I have also noticed what the wonderful Ms Scarlet often writes, the more “bitch” and sadist I become, the more pure awe and obedience I can see in his eyes. He should not have a reason to complain about his life. I went beyond his crazy expectations as he has told me.

slave, be careful what you wish for…

 

 

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

Scarlet

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

Christine

 

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,

Sonia