Carla’s latest account
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A few people have noticed that, as well as my puppet husband bitch-boy listed against my name on the BAV register, an email slave of mine, slut-boy, is also on the register. And I have been asked to provide details of that situation. So here are the details.
I began dominating slut-boy by email almost three years ago. He is very, very loyal and obedient and sometimes helpful as well. None of these virtues result in any mercy from me, as you might expect. That is the unfairness that true submissives end up enduring; but it is good for them. It is what they need and I love to be unfair so it is wholly symbiotic. When I first started my email domination of him, which he had to ask for very nicely, he had already been a BAV for about three years. Of course, I required he remain a BAV. He has had no human girlfriend in that time but he has had a non-human girlfriend I selected for him.
Our ‘relationship’ evolved as DS relationships do. The current state of affairs is he gets a spoiled orgasm around once a fortnight and a ‘proper’ orgasm around once a month. Has to provide me with a gift before he is allowed a ‘proper’ orgasm. I looooove that he has to do this despite that his ‘proper’ orgasm is deeply humiliating and degrading. He has to write a full report on each spoiled orgasm and on each ‘proper’ orgasm.
If you can count fucking a toilet girlfriend as a proper orgasm! But it is the best he EVER gets. Yes, slut-boy’s only girlfriend, he gets to fuck twice a month, is a toilet. Each two weeks he alternates between having to cease thrusting the moment before spurting begins for a spoiled orgasm, and he is allowed to thrust to completion for a ‘proper’ orgasm. I do spoil him! He fucks the gap between the cold porcelain rim and the underside of the seat, he presses down on his birth defect.
I do vary my requirements. Usually he has to apply lipstick to his slut lips and then kiss the toilet lid, seducing his girlfriend and leaving shameful sissy kiss marks on his girlfriend. Sometimes he has to lay a stem of stinging nettle leaves on the toilet rim before placing his birth defect down. Other times a little Deep Heat rubbed into the shaft before he begins. (He should not have whined that the rim is VERY cold!
After he has finished he has to wipe his lips and then his birth defect with a sheet of toilet paper and then eat that sheet of paper. Poor slut-boy does not like the taste of his own semen, but that is the point.
You may be thinking, how do I know he is not having orgasms apart form those I allow. Well I cant be 100% sure, but I have asked for various photos so I know he does fuck his toilet girlfriend, but also, on the journey to his now much restricted orgasm frequency he whinged about his frustration making him feel bad tempered and resentful. This is a stage denied submissives usually experience and had he not been complying with my regime, I do not think he would have known of these feelings. Reality is not fantasy, even with denial.
I told him, as I told bitch-boy many, many years ago, as soon as those negative feelings begin instantly think about, as a true submissive, how lucky he is to have a cruel, pitiless Mistress and covert that visceral effect of his denial to feelings of gratitude and an appreciation that he is suffering REAL domination, and this is what that feels like and IT IS NOT A FANTASY any more. As with bitch-boy, he has succeeded in that switch of reactions.
The other ways I am helped to be convinced he is complying with my regime is because he knows I will dismiss him instantly, severing all contact forever, should I ever form the opinion from his emails that he is not complying with my regime. Any little slip up and that is the end.
And in the early days of his training, he sometimes in his reports of spoiled orgasms, revealed he did not stop thrusting quite early enough. A long period of denial always followed such an admission. Which that also gave me a sense of his honesty with me.
Below, for those who have not seen it before, I provide details of my new guide for beginner Dommes. Linked to my alternative blog. It is possibly unique, as it is specifically written to avoid frightening away a very vanilla wife or girlfriend from trying an FLR relationship.
All the way back in 2013, I posted about this cock pacifier. I had purchased it from an on-line hen party store. I do not know what the term is in the USA for a hen party?
But recently the original cock pacifier came back into use for a specific recurring activity, as I set out in my latest, soon to be published journal, No. 17.
What a coincidence then, that within days of the original cock pacifier coming back into use, that I see on BDSMLR, this cock pacifier.
If anyone can advise me where I can purchase this new beauty, I will be able to make bitch-boy’s discomfort and shame rather worse for the recurring activity and thereby my pleasure and amusement will be increased. I have my fingers crossed that someone will be able to help me!
My 16th journal.
It dawned on me, yesterday, looking at the images on my BDSMLR site, just how much I like to see the soles of footwear being used to demonstrate status difference between a Mistress and a sub. And just how much I include using the soles of my footwear in my subjugation of my little bitch, bitch-boy. I had never really appreciated this before.
It is a routine of which I will never become bored even though I have been doing it indoors and outdoors for so many years. I have a lovely meal to eat. I sit at the table. bitch-boy kneels very close by. His only ‘meal’ will be what I give him; as follows:
I chew a mouthful thoroughly. Then I lean to the side and spit it onto the floor. Then I press the sole of my shoe or boot onto the mess I have spat out and twist my sole from side to side. Then I lean over and drop a mouthful of spit, I have been meanwhile producing, onto the flattened mess. Then I utter one word in a disdainful tone. ‘Eat!‘
Then I eat some of my lovely meal until I decide my bitch gets another little helping, following the same procedure as the first. Not only does he get some ‘lovely food’, he also gets to see my beautiful legs and feet. I think I spoil him!
I sometimes wear my outdoor Ugg boot slippers and sometimes my platform mules. Then, when I am sitting in my garden in my comfortable rocking lounger, I sit and rock and read or speak on the cell phone. But my feet are not on the floor, they are on bitch-boy. Pressing down a little on him with each gentle rock backwards. I have several options to choose from. Sometimes my sole is on his throat. Such a mean thing to do and for him to cope with. I LOVE THAT!
Sometimes I have my sole on his parted lips and I give him an instruction, ‘Lick!‘ I can just feel the movement of his tongue licking away.
Sometimes I lean over and tell him to close his lips. He does so and I drop a mouthful of spit onto his closed lips and then press the sole of my footwear onto his lips and I smear the spit around with my sole for a while. When I am bored with that, I usually finish by telling him to open his mouth and I drop a mouthful of spit in and then return my foot onto his lips.
Sometimes I rock with the heel of my shoe digging into his ribs.
I LOOOOVE using my stomping stage. (Not pictured here). But the wedges I often wear are pictured here.
If one does not wear wedges while stomping one has to be concentrating on either placing the sole or heel on the birth defect and not the gap between sole and heel. With a wedge shoe, one can simply stomp away for perhaps up to an hour, without needing to concentrate on what area of the underside of the shoe is to make contact.
For a very long time now, the only sexual releases my bitch gets, are from my rubbing the sole of my shoe or boot up and down his birth defect. Sometimes a spoiled release, sometimes a full release. I spoil him!
Coming home from a time away from the house, (pre-lock down), usually means I enter and either :
Whichever method, I expect my soles to be licked clean.
While he is being thus used, I like to tell him that, while I was out, a couple of times I visited the ladies’ toilets at the venue I was at. Whether I actually did or not.
My 16th journal
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.
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
This new activity was loosely inspired by my post of 1 May featuring who I now know to be, Miss Panic. I did since find she has a couple of videos on PornHub as well as the, often very wicked, short clips on the Twitter site I references in my earlier post. The video for which I have provided a link, also has her on her signal, having her arm pit covertly licked, in public.
Lock down activity No. 4 is that bitch-boy now has a garnish added to every single drink and every single meal he consumes. Normally it will be a mouthful of spit deposited into his mug or glass before he begins to drink, or I drop a mouthful of spit onto each plate or bowl of food he is about to consume. (This is during all the vanilla times. Obviously during DS times, it is my nectar from a jug that is added instead of, or as well as, my spit.)
He must always say, ‘Thank you Mistress’, when I have added my spit garnish, and I always then respond, ‘I should think so!‘ The lock down does mean this applies to every single thing he consumes every single day, day after day after day.
I love his expression of humiliation and hurt both when I drop the spit, and when I say, ‘I should think so!’ in answer to his thanking me. And I feel a lovely little power rush and a reaffirmation that I own this submissive human being and I can use and abuse him howsoever I please.
Sometimes we will be in a 100% vanilla activity, when I have chosen to use him for his wonderful vanilla company, say watching a great movie or box set. The atmosphere of near equality is pierced as I drop my spit and we have our verbal exchange. Then gradually the atmosphere of near equality slowly returns, rather more quickly for me than for him though.
Just an update on yesterday’s post. A link to a longer version of the video to which I referred yesterday.
On my Facebook account I came across a video with a VERY WICKED Domme surreptitiously having her slave eat and drink in a public cafe in rather degrading ways. A Facebook friend put me onto a Twitter account showing many videos of many of her tribulations for her slave also involving nectar, funnels, his toothbrush, etc. Weirdly, never does her name appear.
The original video that grabbed my attention is on the Twitter account on 3 October 2018. She then regularly appears in this account up to November 2019.
I absolutely love this woman! Whoever she is?
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.
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An excerpt below from a recently received comment, for which I am grateful. I had never before considered the extra psychological affect of a locking collar that does not even have a padlock, (to attempt to interfere with). Wow, I love it!
…..My Mistress has now replaced the leather one with a steel one that has an integrated lock, which as a result cannot be cut through. It is impossible to use a hacksaw on either the lock, or the collar without injuring yourself. The only way I think it can be removed, without the key, is by the Fire Brigade.
This is the one thing that has totally broken me as there is no possible escape from it. As it is seldom removed it is there when I go to sleep, it is there when I wake up, it is there my every waking moment, pressing down on the nape of my neck. When on display there is no way I can pretend to be anything other than a slave.
There is no physiological escape from my status with this collar. I asked Mistress the once whether see preferred me with or without my collar, the answer was immediate and it looks as if I will be wearing it for the rest of my life……
……….. Yes Mistress Scarlet that is exactly the one I have been wearing for nearly two years.
As I stated it is impossible to have it on display and pretend it is anything other than it is.
It is impossible to to ignore as the weight is always there on your shoulder.
The physiological effect is all encompassing. You cannot escape either physically or mentally, to the extent that every waking moment you have no chose but to realise that you are the property of your mistress.
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