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My Addendum No.1 is published in ePub format.

Addendum No.1 is now published as an eBook on LULU.com, in ePub format. My previous blog post gave full details about the book.

This is the first review: An excellent book. I am reading and loving it. You have such a unique writing style. As I read it I am transported into a submissive experience where the terrifying yet highly arousing torments are endured by me. It stirs me deeply. What a powerful array of guides and methods for any Domme and her fortunate sub. JMF

This is the second review: A highly rewarding and addictive read for anyone into this so special lifestyle from either side. For those less experienced to the experienced there is something for whatever stage their relationship is at. There is both width and depth and a high level of experience and understanding from the author. So you can go back and review if it is not quite the right time. Any Mistress wishing to deepen their Submissive’s desire to go deeper into subspace will be enthralled by new ideas that push a sub to yearn for more. Boundary breaking. Excellent from start to finish. More please. PB

Unhappy Anniversary

I engaged in a delightful set of email exchanges with Christine M recently, firstly advising me it was an anniversary for her slave-husband David. It was imminently one year since his last orgasm. I will set out the exchange below.

If you have not been following the accounts of Christine regarding adopting a maid’s outfit for David and the development of her chastity release spreadsheet, I suggest you type ‘Christine’ into the search box at top right and a list of relevant posts will be presented.

Hi Scarlet

Well David has gone just over 12-months since his last release! The good news, for him, is that on Sunday 7 March, he will get to draw for a release using our new Chastity Release Spreadsheet. I detailed this in an email a few months ago. Sadly, from his perspective, this allows for an absolute maximum of two releases in the year, and even if the spreadsheet selects a release, it can still be ‘lost’ if he should misbehave!

I have never seen him so desperate to come. He is permanently on edge and I am so enjoying teasing him relentlessly. Given there are only two releases possible each year, he is being positively over-optimistic. He seriously talks as though he will get a release in March! I think he believes I am going to show compassion for the fact that he has been so long without a release, and ‘fix-it’ so he gets one in March. His hopes are totally misplaced, I am as dispassionate as the computer is about his ‘plight’! The soulless, machine-driven, random computer spreadsheet algorithm will be the sole determinant as to when he will get a release.

Poor dear, given I am working him harder than ever and he rarely even gets an erection, (unless he has a meeting with Nurse Linnex scheduled, Nurse L,); I guess it is understandable he should be getting so excited.

I am so looking forward to seeing his look of despondency when he draws a blank!

All the best

Christine XXXX
Hi Christine
So hot! And so much for me to empathise with.
It is over 8 weeks since bitch-boy last came and it will be many more weeks yet! Although that is trivial compared to David’s plight, given up until last spring, bitch-boy used to cum every 10 days to 2 weeks, (subject to special periods), and with my new regimen, he has only cum twice since last spring, he is beside himself with frustration! I tease him almost every day and I have two or three orgasms on approx 5 days out of 7 days a week, mostly using my wand. This includes on days when there is no DS activity. Just because I am being so cruel and it is such a bitchy power-rush, I seem to be always turned -on!
He has been so close to tears during his recent teasings as I flaunt my body and caress my beasts and special places. I think I may actually get tears to flow without touching him! What a power rush you will get when David is so disappointed.
I also empathise with your absence of compassion as I feel exactly the same. It’s powerful to feel like that! What a decadent feeling it is, when they are at their wits end like it is the end of their world, and you are totally unmoved and unsympathetic. I adore that feeling.
Can’t wait to read about the big day!
Stay safe
PS. Oh, wish David a happy anniversary from me. I wish I could send him a card.

From: Christine
Sent: 01 March 2021 02:14

I will indeed, Scarlet!
You are so right about what makes it even worse.
The total disdain and disinterest I genuinely feel, leaves him feeling even more helpless, frustrated and ‘worried’.
Please feel free to share on your site if you wish.

Hi Christine

I am so looking forward to your account of his anniversary day!




Sunday, March 7 has come and passed. Since David was so excitedly looking forward to the day’s events, I made it a very special day for him! (Which also means I have written far more than I planned!)

He awoke early and was ever so anxious to both please, and later, with doleful eyes, trembling in anticipation, timorously ask about drawing for his release, using the spreadsheet. “Is it the seventh already?” I nonchalantly responded before disdainfully advising that his draw could wait until later; making it obvious it was an unimportant,  nothing matter to me. I was glowing from his ministrations, having had several orgasms, and taking pleasure in thoughts of our contrasting lives. I delighted in rubbing it in that I had just had more orgasms in the past hour, than he would get in the next year.

I continued, by noting he was already late in starting his housework. He was then told to get dressed and made-up, and start on his chores; and to ‘be quick about it’… unless he wanted a hurry-up from my cane! He managed to move with alacrity, though he was clearly inwardly seething at the injustice he perceived in his treatment.

While he applied his make-up, I remonstrated at his self-seeking attitude, mocking his pathetic need to cum; and reminding him that it was just a useless piece of gristle he had between his legs, that I had absolutely no need for it, that it would never ever penetrate me again, nor feel the caress of my hand. It would never even feel the touch of human flesh again!

I also poked fun at him, observing that, since it had been constantly locked up, I had noticed it was shrinking. I then taunted him by advising that we should start referring to it as his ‘teeny weeny winky tinky’. He was crimson with shame and ignominy as I derided him, genuinely fearing he was shrinking. After all, he never gets to see it erect. He has always basked in a little male pride, knowing that he was slightly larger than average. So, this is a much-feared fall from grace for him!

Once he was dressed in his maid’s outfit, I laughed at his feminised state as I curtly told him that I would see if I could squeeze in a couple of minutes for his draw in the afternoon; but he would have to ask me very politely, ‘…. if he might have a chance to play with his ‘teeny weeny winky tinky’, or the draw would be cancelled until next month!

Around two o’clock, he was doing the ironing, when I stridently called him into my office. I had his computer spreadsheet program open, and my iPhone on speaker. Showing complete disinterest in him, I ordered him closer and snappily advised “I’m on the phone to my sister, but she’s fine to hold for ½ a minute while we get your draw out the way,… so, quickly,…. What do you say?” Blushing crimson and cringing in disbelief at my callous indifference for both his dignity and the importance he placed on the event, he quietly stammered, “Can I please draw to see if I can play with my teeny weeny winky tinky?

Ignoring him, I asked my sister if she had heard him. He was devastated by being so publicly shown up. “You need to speak up David;” I continued, “A nice loud voice this time or I’ll assume you’re not bothered about a release!” He swallowed hard, tears welling up, the day was not going as he had dreamed or prayed for. “Christine, can I please draw to see if I can play with my teeny weeny winky tinky? Please?” He was shaking like a leaf, burning up at being so demeaned, yet still so desperate to cum.

With the sound of my sister’s laughter ringing in his ears, I curtly advised, “Take the mouse… click Apply…. Let’s get it over and done with!” He scurried to do as he was bid, lest I change my mind. As might be expected, the message, ‘Try again next week” appeared in the results box. With complete indifference and brevity, I calmly advised, “Fun over. Back to your ironing….” and returned to my conversation with my sister.

As he dithered, frozen in shock, I stormed “NOW!” He had so expected me to fix it so he had an orgasm, that he was stunned, rooted to the spot in disbelief at being both ridiculed and denied. The colour was by now draining from his face as the realisation sank in that he was not getting a release, even though 12 months had passed since his last. My sister passed a cutting remark about his lack of manliness and shrinkage, and we both laughed uproariously. He was crushed, overwhelmed, devastated and further, humiliated by our laughter.

Crankily shaking his head, stifling his tetchiness, he slowly trudged back to the laundry. About 15 minutes later, I quietly left the office, the phone still up to my face, and glanced into the laundry. He was back at his ironing, though he was moving far too slowly and sullenly for my liking. Amusingly, his face was red and slightly blotchy from having shed a few tears, and he was clearly distraught and angry, with a morose, long-suffering set to his jaw, his frustration and disgruntlement no doubt heightened by my coldness and his feelings of isolation.

I ‘woke’ him from his self-centred, misery-filled trance by loudly instructing, “David, unless you want me to give you something to very seriously cry about, I suggest you stop wallowing in self-pity right now, set a smile on your face and put some serious effort and zest into your ironing! You’ve still got plenty to do!” Instantly, I resumed my light demeanour, chatting happily to my sister as I strolled down the hall, laughing as he was again forgotten, a brief interruption, not deserving of my further attention.

I had very deliberately planned his draw to take place during a call to my sister, not for the humiliation, but the deeper message it sent. The chance to cum had become such an extreme focus for David, it was the most important thing on his mind, in his world. I was therefore showing him just how unimportant his release was to me. It was something to be squeezed into my day and quickly gotten out the way. What he saw as an extremely special and important event, was a nothing event for me, less important than a phone call to my sister, who I speak to every day.

I left him for about an hour, by which time I knew he should be just about finished on the laundry. The ironing was his final chore for the day, (though he would need to clean up the kitchen later); so he would have been expecting to be allowed to change back to his male attire and join me for the evening. Given his poor attitude and laziness with the ironing, this was no longer going to be the case.

He was indeed down to the last few items when I entered, hauling in an industrial size laundry bag. His face dropped and he turned ashen at the stern set of my face and the sight of his bag of punishment ironing. This is full of second-hand clothes from the local charity shop. These are items that I selected for their difficulty to iron and the way they easily crease. There are lots of pleated skirts and frilly blouses. It takes him about three hours to iron everything in the bag, hence his utter dismay! Once everything is ironed and neatly folded, he has to put them on a quick wash cycle, and then through the dryer, to ensure everything is full of creases again, before being crushed back into the bag for a future punishment session.

We have three of these bags and, depending upon the time he has available, the degree of my ire with respect to his ‘misbehaviour, or simply ‘my whim of the moment’; is how many bags he gets to iron. Since today was such a special day for him, and to remind him to avoid silly displays of self-interest… I returned a few minutes later with the other two bags. His spirits visibly sank further, he looked so forlorn.

Because it is punishment ironing, and following the advice of others on your site, he has to change into a pair of high-heeled shoes in which small marbles have been firmly glued onto a sole insert. The shoes are also a size too small, making them most uncomfortable to wear. And he would be standing in them for over 9-hours! No wonder he looked abjectly heartbroken; he was certainly ‘enjoying’ a memorable day!

It was around midnight, having missed out on dinner, that he finally joined me. I then lost count of how many orgasms he gave me. I had him moisturise my body with fragrant oils, while I used my wand, showing him, I didn’t even need his tongue! Needless to say, I also constantly teased him about how I couldn’t see what he was so upset about, he’d gone over a year without coming, what was the big deal if he had to go a few weeks more, or even months?

He snuggled close that night though, after I teased his nipples in bed for a good ½ hour, driving him insane with desire and frustration. His tears of disgruntlement replaced with tears of divine frustration. He was in awe and rapture, and I feel certain that he was in a state of blissful contentment when he fell asleep spooning me.

Christine XXXX

Wonderful Femdom back in Billions??

The first Sky Atlantic  season of Billions did include some enjoyable, (mainstream helpful)  scenes of female domination, but the female domination faded away by the second season and I stopped watching the series.  But this GIF on TUMBLR, posted below, has seriously wetted my appetite to watch Billions again! Does any blog follower know which season/episode this is from? And is the Domme a new character that features often? It is so helpful when female domination is presented in the mainstream in a way that more accurately represents our community.

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I think the scene in the GIF is potentially a bit of a copy of a scene in season 1 of the great series, The Sinner, on Netflix. But I will not complain about that at all as ALL realistic mainstream  Femdom must be applauded.

Addendum to my BDSM Manual – research

I have been amazed by the popularity of my BDSM manual which has continued to be  purchased in large volumes since its launch four years ago. A lot has happened in those four years in terms of:

  1. my personal evolution, (accelerated by the considerable extra time for DS activities afforded by lock-downs),
  2. a flourishing of very candid, new associations with a good number of Dommes in long-term, real-life relationships, (I am so very privileged!),
  3. developments in new technology  applicable to dominance,
  4. developments in the range of BDSM equipment available as a welcome result of considerable mainstreaming of BDSM.

As a result of my personal evolution and my new associations, I have learned many new techniques to optimise dominance activities. The activities themselves are almost all set out in my original BDSM Manual, but the optimisation techniques are not. And as a result of development of technology and availability of new BDSM equipment, combined with my personal evolution and my new associations, there are also new activities to set out and recommend.

Some of these optimisation techniques are scattered through my blog over the last four years with each technique visited now and again; but my blog is not a book and so each of the technique is not comprehensively dealt with in one single place. The remainder of these optimisation techniques are either matters on which I have been in private email discussion with associate Dommes. or have come from my own experimentation, and lock-downs has been a boon for the time required for that experimentation!

I am 80% through writing my Addendum book and I am at a stage where I really would appreciate some help with research. I think one thing that sets apart my original BDSM Manual and this (draft) Addendum, from other publications, is my understanding that, how I behave and feel and how bitch-boy behaves and feels, is not necessarily how the majority in our wonderful DS world behave and feel. And this blog and my Domme email acquaintances have been and are a superb way for me to check this out on any given activity; thanks to the generosity of engagement from so many Dommes and submissives.

So this first research question

…. is about submissives pleading with all their heart, (and prolonging that pleading). In advance, I thank you all for your help. First I set out some selected paragraphs from my draft,  Addendum No.1. My three research questions follow.

I define Heartfelt Pleading as: Pleading and begging and beseeching that the submissive does that is totally  genuine and sincere and meant with all his heart. Whether he is pleading for something:

  • not to happen,
  • to stop happening, or,
  • to happen as soon as possible.

He really, really means it! It is not a game. It is his REAL LIFE and at that moment, he is genuinely and profoundly desperate for his pleading to be accepted and for whatever it is; to happen, not to happen, or to stop happening.

  • You may have been edging him for a long time and he has not had an orgasm for a long time and thereby you will have induced his heartfelt begging to be allowed to orgasm.
  • You may have been caning him for quite some time and he feels he cannot take any more and thereby you will have induced his heartfelt begging to stop the caning happening any longer.
  • You may have decided he will never, ever get to penetrate you again and on the occasion, you tell him you will have induced his heartfelt begging for the prohibition to not happen!

There are reasons inducing pleading is so valuable to you, as well as him.

It is valuable to him because his OVERIDING NEED in order to be content in life, is to feel he is; helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel, dominant woman. If he is genuinely pleading with all his heart, he is totally immersed in that feeling he needs. It is not a game. It is real. It is what he has dreamed of since adolescence. If he is induced to heartfelt pleading, he is one hundred percent in no doubt that he is living the existence he craves.

It is valuable to you because it is exhilarating and exciting and decadent. It provides a huge power rush as it is so clear to you that you have one hundred percent of the power and he is helplessly in your power and you are decadently pitiless. You are not playing a game, you are living a REALITY of having total power over another. But there is another benefit for you. Because he is one hundred percent in no doubt that he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel, dominant woman, and YOU ARE that woman then, (if not at that moment), for certain when his head hits the pillow that night, he is in awe of you, he worships you, he cannot do enough for you, he cannot contemplate not being with you all the time.

You may, as a habit, cut-off

Being able to induce heartfelt pleading is one turnkey differentiation between REAL DOMMES who get all the benefits of being a Domme, and pretend Dommes, who get very little from DS games. So, if you are unable to undertake activities that result in heartfelt pleading, you are getting no more than five percent of the benefits of being a Domme and your submissive is constantly sad and discontented; 24/7/365.…………………………………….

……………………………… You may wonder, will some submissives begin apparent heartfelt pleading immediately they are under duress? In my experience the answer is NO, for two reasons. The first reason is simple pride. Over the past 30 years or so, most people, (but especially males), are brought up to be powerful and in control. It is shameful to be pleading with all one’s heart, especially a male to a ‘weak’ woman. The second reason is because of their submissive cravings. They crave real life domination. They want the proof that this woman dominating them is pitiless. They know if they pretend to engage in heartfelt pleading before they ‘need to’, the duress may stop before they have experienced pitilessness and REAL helplessness. 

So, my research questions are:

  1. Is the above paragraph generally true regarding submissives holding out on pleading until the level of duress means it is real and heartfelt?
  2. Have any Dommes come across a submissive, or are you a submissive, who is so resistant to pleading it almost becomes a ‘health and safety’ matter? Or do all submissives end up pleading with all their heart.
  3. Any other agreeing or dissenting comments on the selected extract paragraphs?


Humiliation, chores, subjugation, devotion.

Another wonderful account of a life of long-term female domination of a submissive male. Daniel is happy to answer questions on his account.


I met my wife through my mother’s church circle. She is ten years older than I am and she remembered me when I used to read Lessons. At that time, she was twenty and I was eleven and she recalled how smart she thought I looked in my school uniform, with short trousers and knee socks.

She asked me out on a date when I was 21 and we got on very well, particularly as she said she did not usually like males because she found them rude and insensitive; but sensed I was different. This could not have been more accurate. I had always been shy and aware that females are very special people. My mother always reminded me of this when growing up.

We fell in love and my wife told me she wished to marry me, but that I would have to meet her demands. She would always expect me to be respectful and do as she wished and said that she firmly believed men need to be punished sometimes, if they forget themselves. I agreed. Fifteen years on, I am still so pleased that I did.

She has developed a very strict regime over this time. My wife, whom I now call Ma’am, has a very high-powered job and I remain at home to address domestic issues, including all household chores. Ma’am is very much in charge. She has very strict rules which must be adhered to at all times.

I have to run Ma’am’s bath each morning and make her breakfast. Before she leaves for work I am allowed to relieve myself, then my diaper and rubber pants are locked again until she returns between 7 – 7.30pm. I must wear a nappy during the day, which Ma’am changes on her return. I am then allowed to go diaper-free – but in my locked rubber pants – until I have cooked dinner, washed and dried up and taken my bath, when I am allowed to relieve myself again.

In the house, I am expected to wear my ‘indoor’ school uniform of short, grey skirt and white knee socks. When carrying out my household chores, which are written down for me each day. I also have to wear my rubber apron. Chores are inspected every evening before I serve dinner and if they have not been done to Ma’am’s satisfaction, I have to do them again.

I receive a weekly maintenance punishment of six strokes of the leather strap on my bare bottom every Sunday evening. In addition, if chores are not to Ma’am’s satisfaction at any time, further summary punishments are delivered immediately, with either the strap, hairbrush or riding crop according to the seriousness of my lapses.

I am allowed to wear short trousers when out in public, including church, and Ma’am believes that it is more effective for me not to appear ‘sissy’ as this enhances my humiliation and junior, subservient status as a ‘ boy under constant correction and tuition’.

However, there have been occasions when she wishes me to learn a particular lesson and so invites friends for supper and I have to serve them in my ‘indoor schoolgirl uniform’.

I serve them with drinks and food, waiting on them as Ma’am’s maid. Sometimes, if I have an accident or do not serve quickly enough, Ma’am slaps my legs and has in the past invited her guests to slap me as I pass them – rather like running a gauntlet of punishment, which they find very funny. Because Ma’am is so busy, she has guests about four times a year. It is all particularly humiliating but Ma’am rewards me afterwards. I am allowed to masturbate after Ma’am’s guests have left and everything has been cleared away.

She insists that I remain under chastity 24/7/365. I am allowed to orgasm on those occasions that I am given permission to masturbate under Ma’am’s supervision; that is 4 or 5 times a year.

Ma’am gains her sexual satisfaction from my total obedience to her needs and instructions. This happens every Sunday after my maintenance punishment when she instructs me to lick her to orgasm. If I do not satisfy her, she gives me extra rounds of the strap until I do.

If and when she requires entering, this is something that she gets from one of her male friends.

I love Ma’am very much and will do anything to please her.






When Dommes swap notes! – Christine

Another wonderful account from Christine M. In it, Christine refers to my ‘advice in recent posts’. I think this must be about raising and dashing hopes and also not holding back with merciless verbal taunting and ridiculing. I know Christine, like me, when applying these techniques firstly get seriously, arousing, cruel pleasure and secondly, despite the forlorn expressions of our puppets, we see momentary glimpses of deep awe of and submissiveness to their Mistresses.

All those years ago now, bitch-boy told me he could not live contentedly without being helplessly in the power of a cruel, pitiless woman. And, David told Christine, ‘he had an unappeasable ‘need’ to be strictly raised in a manner that might have befitted someone in an ULTRA-STRICT Victorian household.‘ Both puppets now sleep the contented sleep of submissives who have had their wishes come true!

Christine’s account

I thought you might enjoy hearing about last Wednesday evening when I followed your advice from your recent posts. (Speech quotes of course convey the message as I recall, but are not exactly as spoken.) David surprised me, since I thought he knew better than to ask the question he did. He had needed to go into work very early, that morning, and had had an unusually demanding day. During dinner, he asked if he might be excused that evening’s weekly chores, until the next night, while stressing that he would of course still clean up in the kitchen.  

I may choose to excuse him his duties for a night(s), if I want his company, if we are going out or if I feel he needs a rest… he well knows that he NEVER gets the choice! It was therefore just so natural to make him regret making such a request; and I had not the slightest pang of conscience about being so pitiless towards him. His dedication and time spent pampering me was irrelevant, not even deserving of a thank you; and I revelled in my being so indifferent to his plight. 

“No, David,” I firmly advised, “You know how I feel about this! You need to get your priorities straight! Nothing takes precedence over your duties as my maid!” He looked so forlorn, as he gave his best pleading look and begged that he would do everything the next day. It was clear he felt he couldn’t mentally or physically face up to getting changed and doing chores.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD!,” I stridently chided, “Now, get changed immediately, then put a load of washing on and come see me in the lounge. I’d like a pedicure… AND, if you don’t improve your attitude, I’ll give you something to truly be sorry about!” Morosely, with a slightly dramatic sigh, he thanked me and went off to change. It was about six-thirty when, dressed as Daisy my maid, he started my pedicure, which included a warm foot bath, hot towels, aromatic oils, a foot scrub and a massage, before sculpting and painting my toe nails. He is very good at this and knows he must take his time and not rush anything. I must admit I had him slip into the bedroom and come back with my special massager wand. I was so very relaxed.

It was around seven forty-five when he tenderly kissed my feet to signify he was finished. I let him continue kissing for several minutes before I draped one foot over his shoulder and rubbed the other into his groin, feeling his steel prison, “Mmmmmmm…..,” I smiled dreamily, “Enough kissing… I have had two wonderful orgasms, I am so sleepy and relaxed. I’m going to lie here a little longer listening to the music before an early night…. I suppose you have forgotten how pleasurable orgasms are. Mine are so powerful, they drain all the energy and tension out of me, leaving me feeling ever so blissfully relaxed… tingly and drowsy and energised all at once.” His chest heaved deeply in and out, sighing with intense frustration as I moved my foot up to his nipples and rubbed gently before gliding back down.

I then goaded him, “Do you remember before you met me, you told me how you dated young, slim, gorgeous girls? Girls that your mates used to ogle with envy! You were quite the playboy then… weren’t you? A regular Don Juan! Plenty of orgasms back then? Very different now isn’t it!” I mocked callously, “Endless chores, harsh punishments and, not only are you a virgin for the rest of your life…. Now that we’ve permanently caged it, it doesn’t even get stroked… In fact, you can’t even get a hard-on! That must be so HARD for you!” I laughed sarcastically at my pun.

“Unimaginable for me, I have so many orgasms. Whenever I want them!…. Just what would your old mates think if they could see you now, my pretty little maid… a chaste virgin! What did you tell me your best mate, <Name>, said when you first started seeing me regularly?” He blushed crimson and squirmed uncomfortably, recalling how I had forced confessions from him in those early days. “Oh, I remember,” I laughed, “He wanted to know if you’d ‘lost your marbles’… called me ‘old thunder thighs’ didn’t he?…. Said I must be ‘Older than your mother’! Figured I must really ‘put-out’ didn’t he? Why else would you go out with me? Very chauvinistic!

What would he think of you if he could see you now! The lads would have a right good laugh at you wouldn’t they? Think you a right pathetic wimp they would! A real pansy! Maybe we should invite them round for a laugh? What do you think?” He blushed deeply and trembled like a snared rabbit. “They’d probably call you a right little wanker wouldn’t they? But you can’t do that can you?” I smirked

I have always adored teasing him over his chastity and his sacrifices, but now, following your lead; I am more often cruel and cutting with my remarks. Previously I would tease him in a tender, erotic manner. This excited him, leaving him aching for release. Now that I display icy dispassion and serious contempt as I mock and ridicule him, using the most scathing and derisory language, it cuts so deeply into his core, that it is actually more hurtful than anything else I do! He feels humiliated, abandoned, pathetic and, if truth be told, plain silly. Consequently, he is often reduced to tears. Deep down, he doubtless hopes that his tears will bring compassion and affection, rather than the total contempt they illicit, which leaves him feeling even more despondent and hurt! It’s a wicked cycle and he so preferred the more kindly, erotic teasing.

I smiled at the look of desolation and pathetic wretchedness on his face, observing his deep sighs of beyond extreme frustration and fear, in case I did invite them over.

Then grinning mischievously, I sardonically continued, “You must be so looking forward to next year…. You just MIGHT get two releases…. The same as I have had this evening… Yours aren’t guaranteed though, are they? And I’ll have a third before bed tonight! Whereas you will never ever have more than two in a year… NEVER, EVER!”

I laughed contemptuously at the thought of this, shaking my head in mock disbelief, “They won’t be like mine either, will they?” I grinned as a tear formed in his left eye. “There won’t be a long, slow build-up, followed by multiple orgasms that build to an enormous crescendo before they ever so slowly ebb away into a range of heavenly sensations, leaving me relaxed as I bask in the afterglow for as long as I wish.

You just get a one-minute ‘quickie’ don’t you! That’s it!… then straight into its cage and back to your chores! Hardly worth the bother really! A waste of 5-minutes if you ask me!” Laughing at his grief-stricken look, his lower lip still quivering, I harshly snapped, “I HOPE YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BURST INTO TEARS!!! YOU ARE SO PATHETIC THE WAY YOU CRY OVER NOTHING! I’m warning you now… if you smudge your make-up… not only will you need to reapply it before you start your chores,… I’ll give you something to really cry about tomorrow evening! NOW STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF AND GET TO WORK! YOU’RE NOT ON VACATION!”

He sighed most disconsolately, and rose stiffly having been on his knees for so long. He was clearly tired. I remained, ever so relaxed, and closed my eyes to enjoy the peaceful music playing in the background… “Oh David,… before you go… After a sleepy pause, I dreamily continued, “I’ve been thinking about your earlier request to put off your weekly chores… I think what you really need is a little lesson in gratitude and duty…..”

I heard him gently exhale in trepidation… “After you finish all your chores… you’re going to write me a short essay…” with my eyes still closed I heard his deeper sigh of crushed resignation. Picturing the look of misery on his face, tears forming for sure. I paused for perhaps a minute. A smile creased my lips as I delivered a wonderfully perplexing topic for his essay, “…. ‘Idleness, Indolence and Leisure’.”

He mumbled a desolate thank you as another lengthy pause followed, during which I almost dozed off. I was feeling so relaxed, quietly enjoying playing with his emotions… it wasn’t I who had chores and an essay to write! It wasn’t I who was wanting to rush off and start my work. I could laze in my arm chair, unwinding to the soothing music for as long as I wished. “Just 2-pages,” I smiled nonchalantly, leaving him gasping, lost for words.

[For his essays, I recently introduced A4 writing pads with a 6 mm line spacing. These have 45 lines on each sheet. Previously we used standard A4 writing pads with a line spacing of 8 mm. They had 32 lines on a page. With the narrower line spacing, his writing needs to be smaller too, so not only are there more lines on each page, he fits more words on each line. With the 8 mm paper, he wrote around 10-words on a line; with the 6 mm paper he fits around 15-words on each line. This means a 2-page essay used to be around 650 words; but with his new pads, it is about 1,400 words! Hence why he was so morose!]

Showing no concern, I dreamily advised, “You’ll need to change into your school uniform…. And of course, no internet study! I want to know YOUR thoughts on the topic.” There was another, even deeper sigh to this news. “You can go now!” I curtly advised. Throughout this exchange, I had not even opened my eyes. He would have been feeling tremendously depressed to be so dismissively dealt with.

“Please Christine,” he summoned up the courage to nervously stutter, whimpering, “I really am very exhausted…. And I have a few hours of chores to do…. And I’m starting late after giving you a long pedicure. Cou… could I… maybe… please….. may I write it over two-nights? Please? Please?” he pleaded fretfully. I could just imagine him trembling, his eyes teary and lower lip quivering again, a woeful expression on his face. I was nearly asleep I was so stress-free. “No, I want you to write it tonight” I quietly advised before briefly pausing and remarking, “On second thoughts… let me think about that….” I then paused for well over a minute, with him perhaps dreading that I might have fallen asleep. “Yes, I think that is actually a good idea…” I languidly agreed, much to his relief as he replied, “Thank you Christine, thank you so much.”

“We can make it 4-pages then… Now… you have your wish, so the sooner you finish your chores, the sooner you can make a start on the first half of your essay.”

He audibly gasped in horror at this unexpected turn of events. I, in contrast, was lazily reaching for my wand again, my eyes still closed, quietly basking in my power and pitilessness, enjoying the contrast of knowing we were both aching for an orgasm, but whilst I was about to enjoy a massive one, my third in an hour or so, he would not be! Nor would he for several months yet!

I could still hear he was present, and had not yet left the room. As I gently pressed the wand to me, I distantly asked, “Are you still there…”

“I was just on my way out, Christine, I had to gather everything up…” he replied a little nervously.

 “That’s lucky,…. That you’re still here…” I murmured, “because I was thinking… I’d like my car cleaned tonight instead of at the weekend…. I am going out with, <Friend’s Name>, tomorrow… It will be so much nicer if I have a freshly cleaned car to show off…. That means vacuumed and cleaned inside, then washed and polished…. The showroom works…”.

[Normally he washes my car weekly, and cleans it inside monthly. This is a physically demanding job that takes at least 2-hours to complete. And he has to work fast and use a lot of muscle. He also had washing and ironing to do, as well cleaning the hallway, stairs, landing and dining room. These were also physically demanding jobs.]

I then slipped into my world of relaxed pleasure as he no doubt looked on awe-struck, before having the good grace to quietly leave.

I knew too that he was most unlikely to request to be excused from his chores again, for a long while! He now had an extra 2-hours of chores and half a 4-page essay to write, a daunting task in itself.

The next day he advised me it was half-past-one before he was able to start writing, and he worked on his essay for 2-hours that first night; and over 6½-hours the next night; though he was able to start at nine on the Thursday night. I had placed a little extra pressure on him on the Thursday, when I brightly mentioned that, since he had two-nights for his essay, anything less than a score of ‘B’ would mean he would need to rewrite it.

[When he presents punishment lines, I just quickly glance to see they are completed, and look presentable, before tearing them up.  With essays, I grade his work using a simple rubric. This ensures he has to put plenty of serious scholarly effort into his writing. The rubric covers content, structure, grammar, organisation and development, and style. I scan the essay, rather than reading intently. This means It takes no more than 5-minutes to grade an essay, as opposed to the many hours that he spends preparing and writing them! Scholarly essays were something he had suggested when we first met as they evoked memories of schooldays. I think he regrets that too!]

Of course, as expected, he performed at work the next day with no trouble at all, although he felt rather weary.  I actually only put him though such demanding trials once or twice each month. He has always been capable of such feats of effort and has never needed much sleep.

Domination Ménage à Trois

Mistress Corrine kindly left comments on my post , My Ideal Life Depicted. The comments were about her and her lesbian wife, Solo, and how they live my ideal life, which involves full-time domination of a live-in male. There was a responding comment questioning this lifestyle. Below is a brief description of the life led, and following that a response from Mistress Corrine on the questioning of her lifestyle. Mistress Corrine has promised to provide a much fuller description of the lifestyle and I am so looking forward to that!

Given it is my ideal lifestyle, I am shamelessly so curious about EVERYTHING in the arrangement.
His chastity regime. Does he do all the chores and is he punished, (and if so how), if there is inadequate performance. Is he tormented in any way simply for the pleasure of you and/or your wife? What does he do if you and your wife are engaged in activities like watching TV or going out for the day? What are his sleeping arrangements? What is his dress code?  I have also asked Mistress Corrine of she would like her ex-husband-slave if she would like him added to the BAV register?


Dear Mistress Scarlet,
My wife and I have been following your blog for some time and the part that most fascinates is the one that concerns the domination of two women over a man, which is exactly what concerns my wife and me.
In fact, she and I are a 48 and 55-year-old lesbian couple, regularly married since 2013, and we live with my ex-husband (59 years old) who is our slave.
I work as a lawyer in a major law firm and my wife has a little real estate agency.
My ex-husband, on the other hand, quit his previous job in advertising to live full time as our domestic slave.
It was my ex-husband who introduced me to female domination, and our marriage has always been oriented towards Female Lead Relationship and Femdom.
From a young age, I have always had an attraction for girls too and I have always struggled with being bisexual.
When I met my new wife, however, I realized that my true orientation was lesbian and that towards men I felt only a very strong desire for domination.
I started cheating on my husband with my current wife and, after a very short time, I realized that it was her I wanted.
I told her about my husband and my relationship with him and she, to my surprise, understood and accepted.
Solo demanded that all sexual relations with my husband cease.
I accepted with enthusiasm this rule and, from that time, chastity, which was already an erotic game that we practiced constantly, has become a fixed obligation for my husband.
As for my husband, the idea of being dominated by two women excited him, but on the other hand the idea of ending all sexual intercourse with me terrified him.
However, when I placed him before the choice of being my slave in chastity or leaving me, he immediately submitted.
After a few months of dating, to my wife and I it was clear that we loved each other and wanted to live together.
I then explained to my husband that I no longer felt anything for him as a man and that his only place could be as a slave, otherwise he could leave me without any rancor on my part.
As I expected, he preferred to submit and our new relationship began.
After a couple of years of living together, my partner and I decided we wanted to get married.
I then forced my husband to divorce and, again, I gave him the choice of either going his own way or accepting to live as our full-time slave, quitting his job and putting all his possessions in my name.
Once again, as I expected, he has decided to submit.
Today my wife and I live a splendid life that is totally fulfilling emotionally, sentimentally, sexually and professionally, while my ex-husband lives a life of slavery, service, humiliation, chastity, bondage and suffering.
And all three of us are perfectly in our place.
Ours, therefore, is a perfectly fulfilling lifestyle.
Thank you for your contribution to the spread of female domination.


Dear Scarlet,
It will be an honor to describe something about our everyday life and the ways in which we use and abuse our slave, but first I would like to answer Sue.
I find nothing wrong with what happened to the slave.
Each of us has the right and duty to make choices. Choices that often involve sacrifices. even large. I decided that I no longer wanted a husband but a wife and I chose, together with my wife, that we both would like to have a slave. A real slave. Which had therefore to be totally ours and totally in our power. No games. And the slave was free to choose.

Three times he could choose to be free without me or to submit as my slave. I gave him the choice between living in total chastity as my slave or being free, with all his possessions and his work, but without seeing me again. He knew what I meant by total chastity.

Yet he begged me to keep him as a slave. I gave him the choice between leaving me without rancor, still young, free and rich, or accepting a role of total slavery when my wife came to live with us. He knew what kind of submission we would expect. Once again he begged to be kept as a slave.  

When I decided to divorce him, he again had a choice. He could sign a divorce agreement in which he kept all of his assets and was totally free of any obligation to me, but he would never see me again. Or he could agree to remain as my and my wife’s slave, but this time it had to be true slavery. He had to be really totally dependent on my wife and I and totally possessed. For this he had to resign and sell all his assets to me. He knew what kind of life he would have. Yet again he submitted.

So I didn’t force him to do anything. He voluntarily accepted without constraint to become the slave he is.

Evidently, living without me would have been harder and more cruel than living in his lowest condition of total slavery. It was his life choice (the last one he was free to make) that no one should judge.

I hope to soon have time to tell you some aspect of our life and our domination.
If there is any particular aspect that interests you first, you would facilitate the pleasant task for me.
A sincere greeting

Tests for subjugating Sissies

Sissy Punishing Tests

In the comments I have by, knightly devotion, been pointed to yet more  dreadful sissy tests to keep a sissy busy while its Mistress relaxes. They may be of interest to some Mistresses.

On the same site is an online book on how sissies can make their own dresses….so much opportunity for humiliation, not just wearing, but teasing, on the fact the sissy made it for themselves.



 A link to all my journals HERE, including:

Christine M hardens her chasity regimen

Another fascinating post regarding the details of Christine’s evolving regimen. 


Dear Scarlet

Like you (and so many of your readers), I was intrigued with Ms C and JJ’s post on this topic. The post and subsequent comments show how our community benefits our submissives with wonderful, fresh ideas. I loved the ideas that flowed so much, that I couldn’t wait to revise David’s chastity spreadsheet, even though it is still many months before he will be allowed the opportunity to draw for a release.

I have already shared with David what his new regime will be. I initially eased his feelings by advising that he will definitely be released from his current 12-months period of abstinence after February 2021, regardless of the Covid situation, and that we would recommence using his chastity spreadsheet on the first Sunday in March. He was so very relieved to hear this though, I am delighted to advise, he showed no enthusiasm for his updated regime, when it was later revealed

It is so amusing to remind him how he used to yearn for the strict chastity regimes he read of in old copies of Madame magazine! Mind you, in those days, after his dreams, he could go off to play! In our first year or so together he went from weekly pleasures; to monthly; to monthly with occasional longer periods of abstinence; until more recent times, when he became a BAV with at most 4 – 8 releases a year; leading to his current full year of abstinence.

One of your readers lamented that David “has not touched his own cock for years. He cleans it either inside the cage or using a brush and tongs. The only time he gets a human touch is before Miss Christine applies Linnex.” Let me correct this misunderstanding. When I administer Linnex I wear rubber washing up gloves. But he will still get his relief using a flesh-lite, which I am sure makes him the envy of BB, feeling only the sole of a shoe!

Anyway, his spreadsheet regime, which I wrote of before, was designed to randomly provide around four releases a year. He had of course expressed grave concerns at this, but that was neither here nor there.

So I guess it was understandable that he was rather despondent when I advised him that I had now come to the opinion that four releases a year was going over-the-top. He did try to reason with me, but I reminded him that I do have to put up with a few days after each release, when he is less committed to his submissive position, even after spoiled ones. We concluded his begging for more releases by ‘agreeing’ that he was really being very selfish and he should be grateful that he gets to please me so often, rather than thinking of his own venal pleasures all the time!

David is in his late thirties, so I did not want to provide a finite number of releases before no more would be allowed, and instead comforted him with the surety that while he will never again have more than two releases in a year, he will not face a life-time of no further releases, like some others… at least not yet. Nonetheless, he was panic-stricken.

Our new regime is more based on Francesca’s idea of using a deck of playing cards, only I use the spreadsheet, as I was concerned that he, or I, might possibly see the ‘removed’ cards. Also, since he is a protege of the digital age, I like the impersonal approach of the computer randomly determining the result! What I like about this approach is the cruelty of him not knowing when or ultimately if, he will get a release.

I reassured him that his new regime guaranteed he could get two releases each year. I then showed him the new speadsheet. The below screen is the home screen. Column A shows all the options (cards) from 1 – 52. Column B is hidden, but shows the result relating to each of the numbers, 1 -52. Fifty of these show ‘Try again next week’ and two show ‘RELEASE APPROVED’. The reason for column B being hidden will become evident as I explain further.

Basically all he has to do is click on the APPLY button. He then instantly sees the computer’s selection. The Reset button takes us back to the above home screen. When he clicks on Apply he will see one of three results…

or, on two possible occasions, this…

The cell to the left of his advice, shows me the line number that the program randomly selected. I then remove that line from the spreadsheet. So over the full year, he is guaranteed to draw his two releases as the number of options reduces by one each week. As I explained this, he was still distraught at only getting two releases a year, and looking a little teary eyed and demoralised. So when I mentioned the big B word, but…, he was left ashen-faced and shaking.

I calmly advised how the apparently blank cell to the right of ‘Behavioural Performance During Past Week’ affected his result… “This cell contains hidden text,” I explained, “the default text is ‘Pass’. If you have behaved well during the week, this will remain. But… if your behaviour is undeserving of a release, I will have changed this to NA (not acceptable). The text is hidden, so you will not know how I have graded your behaviour, until you click ‘Apply’.”

I did tell him that if he received a Linnex in the prior week, he was guaranteed to score a Fail. He was looking piteous at this, trembling, the colour had fully drained from his face and he was showing his best ‘please don’t do this to me look’.

If I enter NA, he will get this third screen…

I then explained how this means his draw would not count, but the option would still be removed from the system, without him knowing what it was. Hence column B is hidden, so we do not know what is removed. He is a smart man, and he quickly realised this meant he might lose one of his two releases. He stammered about how he seems to get a Linnex at least monthly, so that meant at least twelve times when he might lose one of his release options! Ever more distressed he noted this could mean he might get to the end of the year and find he does not get any releases. He was devastated by this prospect, two releases were few enough but, he whined, “You said two releases are guaranteed but they’re not really.”

He continued to beg and plead for me to change the system and allow more releases and not allow any releases to be lost. I was of course quite dispassionate about it all, smiling with pleasure seeing as he had realised so quickly the cruelty and uncertainty of his new program.

I starkly advised, “I am being generous in providing you with two releases in the first place, and you will only have yourself to blame if you don’t get them! They are both guaranteed, provided you behave yourself and don’t let your male ego get in the way! Now, I don’t want to hear any more snivelling! Two releases is plenty, and it’s no concern to me if you choose to lose them.

We had been lying in bed together, in what had started as a vanilla moment. He was now clinging tightly to me, lamenting about how he simply can’t cope with so few releases, he was so desperate it was eating him up inside, especially since he was now permanently in his steel cage and can’t even get a proper erection.

He was equally in total awe and adoration of me and telling me how much he loved me and wanted to please me…. “But I need to come too”, he sobbed. I was implacable as I dismissively advised, “That’s enough David, you know chastity is good for you, it keeps you submissive, loving and caring, and stops you wasting your energy and exhausting yourself. I really don’t understand the fuss, we’re talking of two minutes in a year! If you just focus on your chores and pleasing me it shouldn’t present a problem. You don’t need to come, it’s such a selfish male trait. Now, I don’t want to hear any more grumbles, I want you to focus on the positives and show me some gratitude.” Obediently he slipped down to deliver me the most wonderful orgasm imaginable.

     To those who believe releases prevent prostate cancer, I note that the body will naturally exude semen by way of night-time emissions (wet dreams). David has an ‘exudation’ at least monthly. The body knows what it needs. 

[Mistress Scarlet note: The medical research on males over 30 years old.]

In a later update, I might share how our conversation evolved further.