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Mistress Carla – pussie’s punishment reading

Another delightful account from Mistress Carla about punishing her slave-husband, pussie, who, we must never forget, asked his wife to dominate him as a lifestyle, and now he is a cuckold sissy. Always be careful what you wish for little subbies!

Carla’s latest account

I would like to share an update to pussie’s reading of Madame and Petticoat Discipline letters you posted a link to on you blog.
As you may recall, from the earlier blog post,  I had pussie read each of the Madame and Petticoat Discipline letters you posted, dressed in a sissy outfit. I also attached a heavy bell to the sissy’s little wee-wee which it had to ring by doing a dance at the beginning and end of each letter even though it was locked in a spiked chastity cage. After the first few days I put the reading sessions on Zoom so my sister and a few others could join in the entertainment.
One of my girlfriends who participated on Zoom suggested that I should add some weights to pussie’s balls. She suggested we add a one kilo weight ( 2.2 lbs) for the first 30 minutes of the reading, and then add a second kilo weight for the rest of the reading. I thought that a great idea and did so. The poor thing’s useless wee-wee was already red and sore from the chastity cage spikes digging into the shaft each time it had to ring the bell. There was such horror on the sissy’s face when I showed it the two weights.
When I clipped the first one on, I purposely just let it drop, yanking on pussie’s balls. The sissy begged me to take it off saying it hurt “like hell”. About 30 minutes later I showed pussie the second weight. Oh my Scarlet, such pleading, groveling and begging. When I clipped on and let the second weight dropped , the sissy screamed like a little girl begging for mercy.  None of course was given.
Now the useless sissy had the weights pulling down on its little balls constantly as it read. And those weights just added to pussie’s misery as it danced and rang the bell before and after each letter it read out.
pussie actually had the nerve to complain and referred to my friend as a”bitch”.   I, as any true dominant woman, could not allow such talk from the sissy. I shared pussie’s comment with my friend and asked her to suggest a proper punishment. Her suggestion was twofold. First,  she wanted pussie to write two pages of punishment lines and then a thousand-word essay apologizing for the sissy’s insolence and expressing gratitude for her even paying attention to the sissy.
pussie wrote the lines ” I am a sissy bimbo with widdle widdle peanut balls” in alternating ink colors. To make sure pussie took the proper time to write the lines, I made the sissy wear thick woolen mittens. As bad as the weight were, I believe pussie hated the writing punishment even more. I mentioned that I had the sissy wear thick woolen mittens when writing, ensuring that it would take hours to complete the task. What I did not mention is that pussie had to write both the lines and essay while in the hot smelly dumpster area. I mean where else would one have a sissy  do its punishment writing.
I waited about 90 minutes or so after pussie starting the lines to have him hand the first completed page to me. No way was I going into the dumpster area, which as your readers can imagine, is especially malodorus in the hot summer days. I took the page, looked at it for a few seconds, and then slowly ripped it up right in front of the kneeeling sissy. I told him it was sloppy and he needed to do it again. The startled look of despair on pussie’s face was priceless. The sissy was confused at first,and then began actually crying, saying how long it had taken to do that page, how hot and miserable it was, and why was I being so mean? I will say pussie’s misery just got me excited!! Then the sissy wrote the most groveling humiliating essay you could imagine.
It took almost 5 hours to complete the punishment tasks.
 As a final part of the apology, punishment, pussie was paddled on Zoom for everyone to watch. I do not think the sissy will ever backtalk to me or one of my friends again!
I believe having others participate in pussie’s punishment both adds to the sissy’s misery and intensifies its humiliation. I also find it makes for a more obedient sissy. I wonder if you and the other women who participate on your blog agree.
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I would have to completely agree Carla, bitch-boy is utterly subjugated and affected for days after he has been punished, when I have one or more women with me assisting in, and often choosing and administering the punishments. And I do so love the scenario. I adore to stand to one side, or sit and relax, getting a huge power rush watching as a cruel and pitiless woman is enjoying punishing my poor puppet, while he pleads and begs. 

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Real life, long term FLRs

I have noticed that a lot of blog followers really enjoy accounts of REAL LIFE, LONG TERM Femdom relationships. That had me thinking about the email interactions I have had in the past years with Dommes in a real life, long term, relationship. I have enjoyed many interactions over the years. They usually begin with the Domme seeking a little advice, there is a few weeks or months of exchanges, (usually fascinating for me), and then the interaction drifts away and ends. I sometimes would love an update but I never seek one. I am content that people move on.

I provide a link below to some exchanges I posted in 2014, as I am sure many of you were not reading my blog then and so are unlikely to have read this material. It goes without saying that I would love an update from those involved six years on. I guess by posting this I have opened the possibility.

Link to my blog post of 2014

The two reasons I began this blog were 1), I wanted to facilitate more women creating symbiotic and hugely pleasurable relationships with  males who were true submissives. And 2), I hoped, as I have had over the past year, the privilege to be able to publish true accounts of real life, long term DS relations, provided by WOMEN.

In my formative period of becoming a Domme, I had two sources of such real life accounts written by women; The hardcopy Madame magazines and the website Petticoated.com. The former disappeared. The latter evolved into a forum for male cross dressers. (Although I have provided a link to an archive of the original femdom letters in an earlier post.)  So I started my blog to fill the void.  I am so pleased and privileged to now have so many wonderful real life, long term Dommes contributing to my blog.

Many of these wonderful Dommes push the limits, mainly it seems to me, because they have little interest in vanilla time with their sub. I KNOW if I had little interest in vanilla time with bitch-boy, my regime would be off-the-scale pushing the limits! And I could end up going that way, if I met the right woman, and I would be exhilarated to go that way.

But for various reasons, I do enjoy a fair amount of vanilla time with him, so I think I do not push the limits as much as others. I can’t say all aspects of my regime are 24/7 like other Dommes can. (Although during our DS time, I certainly do push the limits and almost always there is desperate, heartfelt pleading and there is sobbing. And when I want vanilla time to watch a movie or go to a fine dining restaurant or travel, I TELL bitch-boy I am about to USE him for his vanilla company. MY CHOICE, MY USE of him.)

Anyway, the point of those rambling two paragraphs is a request, in this rambling paragraph. There may be Dommes who read this blog but who do not contribute because they consider their regime does not push the limits enough to be worthy of publication. If that is the case, please by assured that I would love contributions from ALL Dommes in long term, real life relationships, limits pushed or not. Or any real life relationships that involve a submissive male being dominated by a woman. Perhaps a boss or other work colleague, perhaps a neighbour. My dream is to provide accounts of, and learn from, every sort of femdom relationship, whether or not limits are pushed.

 

 

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New punishment position!

Well; over the dining table for deterrent and for deserved punishments has become a thing of the past I think.

After seeing a photo of a dominatrix in her dungeon relaxing on her chair between spells of caning her client, I thought I would like some of that! Both, me being able to sit for a rest, (and use my massager wand on myself), and also for the imagery and practicality of the punishment position my puppet would be bound in. It is so advantageous to live in a house with some large original ceiling beams in the sitting room!

I had bitch-boy create the image below, which took him quite some time – to my satisfaction, which meant while he worked on the image, he could mull over the position he will now so often find himself in.

I did indeed, the very first time I used this punishment position, have to sit on my sofa and use my massager wand half way through his punishment. When my massager wand was applied, it was so erotic to see him in his new punishment position, and hear him still whimpering from the last few strokes. My eyes quickly fluttered shut though, as the physical sensations overwhelmed me.

And then the decadence of resting, relaxed on the sofa, then rising and returning to using my dressage whip on my helpless toy.

I have been so kind to my puppet as to include a large bondage belt to support his weight at the chest and a chain from the collar to support the weight of his head. Of course, this does mean there is no limit to how long I can keep him in the position. Perhaps I will watch an hour long TV programme and rise from the sofa and pick up the cane during each advert break?

Because I love to have a female submissive over from time to time, and have bitch-boy in sensory deprivation bondage while I ‘entertain’ her, (often for 5 or 6 hours),  I have more than one set of wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and more than one bondage belt. So, once I had padlocked the chains at appropriate lengths, the whole  arrangement could be removed and reapplied very quickly by leaving the chains as they were and simply unbuckling collar, cuffs and bondage belt. And I still had my usual cuffs and a body belt available for other bondage fun.

To retain this convenience, I will have to buy extra gear though, if I start having a new submissive female visiting to be ‘entertained’.

 

 

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Two have arrived!

Following my post, ‘Make the humiliation worse’, of 17 June 2020, TWO of the oversized pacifiers have arrived.

Not just one as I expected. Here I picture them, together with a ball point pen to show exact size.

They are a little smaller than I expected, but when he is in his full-on parody of a little girl outfit, one pacifier pushed into the mouth of my puppet to be held there and sucked on, will still do the job of adding considerably to his humiliation I think. And of course, as soon as I saw TWO of them, I knew where the second one will be inserted after the first one is inserted into my poor puppets mouth!

I may need some sort of harness to keep the second one in place. Perhaps, ironically, adapting one of my strap-on harnesses will do the job. With the pacifier pointing inward in place of a dildo pointing outward.

And simply day to day, when otherwise normally dressed, my puppet can be sucking on his new pacifier while maintaining my garden and doing other chores. I did also think that as they are slightly smaller than I imagined, I can make sure my submissive sucker has an extra miserable experience from time to time by liberally coating the one for the mouth with a wet bar of soap, or even use my little bottle of the fluid used to paint the fingernails of people trying to give up fingernail biting. That is terribly tasting stuff indeed!

When it comes to wonderfully humiliating, cock shaped paraphernalia for our hetero puppets, hen/bachelorette party accessories are soooo good! And so cheap! Below is his original cock pacifier and also his cock-straw which fits into his sippy cup outlet hole and he must suck through the cock-straw whatever ‘cocktail’ I have put in there. 

 

 

 

 

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My BAV email slave

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.

 

 

Make the humiliation worse?

 

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?

It was pretty much made redundant though when I came across and purchased the Disney Princess Pacifier that could be strapped, and padlocked, into place.

 

 

 

 

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.

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A BAV register?

I wondered if a Register of Born Again Virgins would be appealing/amusing for Dommes and rather shaming for the submissive puppet BAVs?

The idea would see the BAVs listed in order of how long it has been since they last penetrated a woman. The BAV with the longest period at the top of the register. Their owner’s name would be listed and the Bav’s name would be listed, together with the month? and year they became a BAV.

An entry can be provided to me to be entered on the register by either the owner or the submissive. I have produced a mock-up page, called the BAV Register which can be found by hovering the cursor over the top left menu tab, ‘BAV Register and Links’. Or here.

If anyone on the current mock up list would like to be removed, I will do so immediately you contact me with a comment.

There is data I need from the BAV or the owner to complete the current register list. If you are happy to be on the register, please provide the date required to complete your entry.

 

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 vanilla wife or girlfriend from trying an FLR relationship.

 

 

Photos – Huge bow, and socks and more

While writing up a journal entry for my soon to be published next journal, I realised that the photo in my blog post of 28 October 2019 of the items used for bitch-boy’s MOST SHAMING outfit, actually had a few things missing, so I am posting this photo. I understand many blog followers enjoy real photos involving my regime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the top, his HUGE pink satin ribbon head bow which is clipped to his head harness. (the clip is just visible under the centre of the bow). The head bow is probably one of his most seriously hated items, poor puppet. Next a clothes peg to make clear the scale of the bow. Below that, three pairs of his frill topped ankle socks. Note the little bells on the top right pair.

And bottom left, his little girl perfume and deodorant. I do not always use the little girl perfume and deodorant; saving them for escalation potential use to make ‘special occasions’ even worse! (I always like to retain some escalation potential. Him having to shave from the neck down is another escalation potential misery only used on ‘special occasions’.)

 

My shoe soles – his sub soul

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.

Meal time

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!

My rocking lounger outdoors

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.

Stomping stage

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

Coming home from a time away from the house, (pre-lock down), usually means I enter and either :

  • tell him to kneel and I place a hand on the wall, raise a foot behind me with my knee bent, and he has to lick the sole clean. Then I do the same with the other foot. OR,
  • I tell him to lie on his back and stick his tongue out and I wipe the soles of my footwear back and forth on his tongue.

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

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