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Published – Journal 15 – The Institute Revisited

My 15th journal is now published. (The Institute Revisited)

More of the activities, described in fine detail, that take place at The Institute. My Volume 13 on the same topic was very much appreciated, so it would be wrong of me not to detail yet more of the tribulations visitors endure at The Institute.

‘Clients’ who have little choice but to attend when summoned, thanks to the clever way the Governesses exploit the clients’ addiction for very strict discipline, ruthless control, deep humiliations and dire degradations.

Governesses, like me, who show zero pity and enjoy inflicting a wide range of activities on their clients. The clients ‘enjoy’ very little of their visit time and dislike a great deal of their suffering, but such is the paradox of the minds of true submissives, that when they have returned to the safety of their homes, they wait with mixed emotions and submissive awe for the next summoning to attend. They cannot live without feeling pitilessly dominated and there is no other entity in their lives to give them this feeling.

Journal 15 is available as paperback and ePub as an eBook, both on LULU.com and also available on Amazon KINDLE.

KINDLE by country.   US   UK    DE    FR    ES    IT    NL    JP    BR    MX    CA    AU   IN

In time it will be available on NOOK, KOBO, Scribd, Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc. I will let you know when it is. I will also then provide a Universal Book Link from Books2Read.

Below are some of the comments I received on my last journal regarding The Institute:

Loved your latest journal, No.13! I read it over two days and savored each horrible/ thrilling punishment and torture of each slave. I found myself going into a form of subspace just reading it! Your best book !

I immediately purchased Journal 13 as soon as I read it was available. I have just completed only a few dozen pages, and I believe it may be one of your best. Thank you for creating the best writings for the BDSM community.

After your most excellent last Journal 13 I am very much looking forward to the new Institute Manual.

Just finished this wonderful journal and forwarded to my Mistress. She was very intrigued with the extremist nature when I told her of some of the scenarios in the volume and wanted to read it for herself.

Oh wow! Just WoW!! Purchased & read avidly in one day. This boy would so like to endure the ‘Slug’ like experience… Simply magnificent femdom – thank you for sharing your bank holiday weekend.

The Institute is a most intriguing read. Ashamed to say that despite having the print version for a fortnight, i have been unable to read page by page. i have found it so arousing (within my chastity) i keep jumping from chapter or part chapter to the next…and back again. The Institute represents all i have long embraced in a FLR/FemDom lifestyle and appreciate all the respect the submissives involved have for their superiors despite the pain, shame and debasement. A most inspiring read for both my Mistress & i.

 

Another suggestion from Lady Jessica

Another comment from the wonderful Lady Jessica I have posted here as I know many blog followers do not read comments on posts.

The concept of a naughty subby having to take a guess at what punishment he is due, with significant consequences for guessing low, I think has been mentioned before on my blog, but as you might expect, Lady Jessica uses this technique exquisitely and cruelly!

And I certainly get a warm feeling knowing Lady Jessica is now adopting a minor technique of mine. It is a favourite for me when dominant women share ideas to keep their males deeply subjugated and themselves pleasantly amused.

 

My dear Mistress Scarlet

You really are too kind: to me, that is. I was touched by your very complimentary words on my modest contribution and those of the many contributors in the comments. Making my own skivvy suffer is of course its own reward but how lovely it is to think that his regime brings pleasure as well to so many strangers on the Internet.

And as for this post, Mistress Scarlet! Well, to think that I might have contributed in some small way to increasing still further the misery of bitch-boy’s existence brings on a physical shiver of pleasure! How lucky all our boys are not only to have women who bring purpose and structure to their lives, but also to be part of a global community that takes such delight in their pain and humiliations.

It is an inspiring thought that around the world, right now, there may be computers and phones abandoned displaying this page of your blog, while in a neighbouring room, after a pause for the shrieks to die away, a soft feminine voice gently asks “Do you think you have had enough to be deterred from disobedience, maggot?”.

I shall certainly be trying it.

One little twist I enjoy (and, you know, I have been reading your blog for so long my dear, that I do not even recall if it originally came from you, so do forgive me if this is old hat), is to allow skivvy to set the parameters of his punishment. I believe that if he himself takes some responsibility for determining the consequences of his behaviour, it will focus his mind more closely upon the sins he committed. So, for example: following some moderate failing on his part, such as… oh I don’t know, hanging my ironed blouses in a different order from the way I like them, then I might inform him that a caning is due. Not the worst error perhaps, but imagine how cross I would be if I reached into the cupboard without looking carefully and pulled out a different garment from the one I was expecting, just because my lazy skivvy had not bothered to check the sequence! Skivvy would then sit down and write a short essay – no more than 2000 words, say – on the importance of good order in domestic chores, or perhaps more philosophically on why he seems unable to carry out even the simplest tasks adequately. Then he will bring me the essay, for me to check or to discard as the mood takes me.

And then I will ask him to suggest an appropriate number of strokes. I place the cane on my desk, in full sight, to help him concentrate and I place as well a piece of paper on the reverse side of which I have previously written my own estimate of the appropriate punishment. Then he must request whatever number he thinks suitable. How many strokes, skivvy? Hmm?

I give him time to decide. He is usually shaking in fear at this point, so I am in no hurry to move on: it is one of my favourite times of the day. But he must choose: asking me politely for the number of strokes that, in his considered opinion, he deserves.

There is a bit of a twist. Once he has announced his own punishment, I turn over the card, so we can compare our estimates. I do not cheat: my own number will be written there clearly. If we agree, then that is how many strokes he will receive, and we proceed to that stage of the process.

If he should have chosen more than I awarded… well, after he had so long carefully to consider the matter, who am I to argue? ‘You want 18 strokes, skivvy? Do you know, I was planning on only 12? Oh well… I suppose I could manage an extra six without too much difficulty if that’s what you really want. Let’s get you over the block.”

But if he should choose a lighter punishment than I had envisaged… well, that is a more serious matter, Mistress Scarlet, as I think you will agree. Obviously, in those circumstances the little worm has utterly failed to appreciate the seriousness of the situation, or to empathise sufficiently with the trouble to which he put me with his thoughtless approach to hanging blouses, the selfish beast. My estimate prevails – obviously – and to it, we add three times the difference between the estimates. Thus, if I had chosen 12 strokes and he estimated merely eight, he receives my 12 plus three times four, for another 12, making 24 in all.

In practice, I tend not to choose such nice even numbers, as I do not think the challenge should be made too simple. I might choose 11, or 15 or 23, for example.

The scoring is thoroughly asymmetric. Quite deliberately. If he over-estimates how many strokes he needs, well: that is unpleasant for him as he could have had fewer but no real harm is done. And possibly some good. Underestimating, though, requires immediate correction, so the three-times multiple is very fair.

It does admittedly put him in the difficult situation of having quite a strong incentive to go high rather than low. He knows very well that the three-times rule can lead to a breathtakingly agonising experience. Once, for example, he completely misunderstood my mood and decided he deserved eight strokes when I had him down for 25. So, after a little practice with the 17-times table, he received 25 plus 51 = 76 strokes. He was quite dehydrated from crying when I had finished, but of course I let him have some water as soon as he had finished the post-caning corner time and the few chores he was yet to complete.

Although I enjoy thrashing him severely like that, though, the psychological torment when it goes the other way is a more subtle but equally delightful pleasure. Terified of repeating an experience like the one above he dare not choose too low a number! On occasion, I have had him down for a mere four stroke reminder and the silly skivvy has asked for 18 – which of course, I am only too pleased to hand out. The look on his face when I turn over the card in such situations is a treat, it really is. And of course – bringing the topic back to your so sweetly malicious post, Mistress Scarlet – in such circumstances I will always pause after stroke number four to remind him that if it were up to me, this would be the end of the unpleasantness. But as he asked so nicely, there’s still 14 to go! By request, so to speak.

Yours in sincere sisterhood

Lady Jessica

Early results – The ‘S’ word and the ‘C’ word research

Well early results of my research are interesting. (see previous post).

Firstly a huge thanks to all the Dommes to have so kindly left comments and please, please, to those who do not like the sadist label, do not take my responding challenges or questions as disrespectful or ungrateful in any way. Each of you are amazing and awesome women I hold in the highest regard. I am though simply trying to understand why there is resistance to being labelled a sadist when, by the normal application of the dictionary definition………..

Other Domme respondents, like me, are happy / proud however to be labelled a sadist.

As I mentioned in my last post, I used to have this resistance to the label and now I do not and I am not sure what happened enabling me to lose my resistance. But it was and is liberating and empowering and perhaps even erotic and arousing for me to have done so.

But now I come to the nub of my interest in this issue. To summarise results so far, 100% of the submissives who responded confirmed that:  if a woman introduces herself to them confirming that she is a sadist, the woman is instantly put on a pedestal, held in awe and considered very special.

You may ask, why is this important to me? Well,  as you all know, my goal is to play my small part in having more women become dominant and take possession of one of the many, many spare submissives out there. And by so doing most likely bring them both to the most contented and stable relationship anyone can enjoy. And particularly thinking of young women, they do need to know that the evidence is that, if they have a sadistic side they should very early on, tell this to any submissive male suitor.

They should not be coy or reserved on this matter. To confirm they are a sadist or sadistic , the evidence suggests, will help to immediately have the male addicted to them and holding them in awe. And what better way to start their relationship could there be.

A novel humiliation – no hope for the subby

Below is a great comment left by Lady Jessica which seemed to go straight into my trash and then get deleted!  I managed to recover it and I post it here as it is so novel and the poor subby really can’t avoid punishment. Delicious! Lady Jessica is a fantastic Domme with a wonderful style of dominance.

My dear Mistress Scarlet

You are indeed dear to me, as I have been an avid follower of your blog and indeed of your methods for several years. I so much admire the delicious cruelty with which you treat bitch-boy – this post and the previous one being perfect examples of the rare skill with which you so precisely set his conditions of existence., My own skivvy, who used to be Steve but now has no particular fixed name as there is rarely any doubt to whom I am referring, has learned to spot and dread your blog updates, as he knows full well that the same treatment may well be meted out to him in due course.

I have been meaning to write for some time now. One of the very, very rare techniques for humiliation of the sissified male that I have not seen discussed on your blog, dear Mistress Scarlet, is the use of balloons. Have you ever treated bitch boy to the delights of a packet of party balloons? I have found several uses for them.

The first is simply to make my skivvy look more ridiculous than usual. A balloon attached and dangling from some body part or other somehow manages to make even the most careful and humdrum movement laughably inept. Helium-filled balloons of course dangle upwards and a pair attached on short strings one to each ear conveys a delightful impression of some kind of giant toy donkey. Balloons without helium dangle down. A large balloon attached at the nozzle with masking tape to the forehead will dangle and flap around in front of the eyes, boffing gently against the face endlessly, in what must surely be a maddeningly irritating fashion to any skivvy forced to attempt his busy schedule of chores in such a condition.

Yet it is when balloons are combined one with another, Mistress Scarlet, that things really begin to amuse. A balloon tied to the wrist is an encumbrance to the tasks that I expect and require my skivvy to carry out. Two balloons more than doubles the encumbrance but with three, four five all tightly attached to the same wrist… well, the hapless skivvy finds himself wearing a sort of bracelet of inflated latex of clashing cheerful colours. Can you imagine, my dear, how the routine tasks of scrubbing floors, washing dishes or handwashing clothes are hampered by such a bracelet around the wrist? Or by such a bracelet around each wrist? The skivvy can barely even see the task on which he is engaged and is therefore even more likely than his natural incompetence would warrant, to commit errors and fail in his appointed task. It is disappointing when this occurs of course, as his zeal to serve me should allow him to rise above such trivial hindrances to achieving the perfection I deem to be adequate. Fortunately, the cane is always available to assist in developing his skills.

Of course, Mistress Scarlet, balloons can be fragile things. They can be popped deliberately -amusing to sneak up in stockinged feet behind a skivvy intent on some menial task, and suddenly – BANG! – pop one of the balloons dangling from the back of his collar. But balloons also pop ‘accidentally’, do they not, and a skivvy who allows a balloon that his Mistress has kindly awarded him to pop is in for a most testing time with the cane, most testing indeed. The skivvy festooned with balloons, trying desperately to complete tasks to time and the required perfection faces a hard challenge indeed – and one that he has never been known not to fail. Of course, there is no concealing the fault. The sound can be heard throughout the house and the sad little rubber remnants, the pathetic little rag hanging deflated from the wrist, collar or genitals, is almost like a ready-made entry in a punishment book, betokening an inevitable caning.

And so, dear Mistress Scarlet, as I sit here finishing this letter that I very much hope will meet with your approval, my skivvy is decked out in a complete packet of party balloons. Ears, neck, wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles are all festooned with gaily coloured rings of waving, rustling and squeaking balloons. Between his legs, two particularly over-inflated pink balloons give an entirely misleading impression of the shrivelled organs to which they are attached. “Birthday girl!” proclaims one, while the other is decorated with sparkly unicorns. There are forty in all – three of which, I regret to have to report, have already popped, so I am afraid the birthday girl will be receiving three sets of ‘birthday bumps’ from my cane for that. Skivvy is currently on all fours, very slowly picking and eating fluff from the floor – so slowly, indeed, that I fear he will not have completed half his task in the requisite time and therefore will earn a still more generous dose with the cane when I come to review his performance.

Oh – and another balloon gone! I fear I am in for a busy afternoon, Mistress Scarlet, so I will sign off now with my very best wishes to you and my thanks again for your inspiring work.

Yours in sincere sisterhood

Lady Jessica

Being a Domme

I was asked the following question:

You have published detailed descriptions of the lifestyles of a number of dominant women now, who are (or were) clearly very dedicated to what they do – Pamela (Candyfloss), Geena P (Suzette), Mary from Maxstoke, Carla, and Christine M; as well as your good self and bb. Obviously they are all individuals whose practices differ, but I wondered if you have any thoughts on what (you and) they have in common. In other words, what are key characteristics, behaviours, or mindsets of highly-committed Dommes?

Here is my answer:

I would be pleased to learn from other committed Dommes where I am wrong or have left  omissions in my views on this. I would list the characteristics, behaviours, and mind-sets of highly committed Dommes as follows.

Firstly it is the strength of mind to reject three of the constraints of  some of our societies’ morals and rules. Our societies would have it that women are the weaker and submissive gender and, that it is wrong for people to be cruel and unfair to others, and certainly people should not take pleasure in being cruel and unfair to others; sadism.

Obviously there are many truly submissive males who are very weak and submissive when confronted by a dominant woman. A matter of simple fact. And these males are only truly content when they feel they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman.

So, far from it being wrong to be cruel and unfair to these males, it is in fact a kindness. In order that these males are comfortably without doubt that they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman, things must happen they truly do not like. This might simply be many hours of chores, it might be deep humiliations, it might be physical punishment and pain. But when these things are all over, and these males settle down to sleep that night, they sleep deeply contented sleep, safe in the knowledge, and with no doubt whatsoever, that they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman!

The next characteristic, behaviour or mind-set is  decadence and hedonism. Dommes have to be able to be unashamedly decadent and hedonistic. They have to be comfortable and relaxed taking pleasure from the situation. LOTS OF PLEASURE! It is amazing how many people don’t commit, without guilt, to spending time on pleasure. I will make a link here with my view, I have expressed often, that sadism is a natural trait in humans inherited through evolution, as a means of clarifying relative statuses in a pack of mammals. It’s form in humans is taking pleasure in inflicting  physical and/or mental pain. It took me a number of years to accept having the word applied to me although there was NEVER any doubt I was a sadist. Now I treat it as a badge I am proud of. It takes independence and strength to reject the behavioural shackles of society to the extent of acknowledging one is a sadist.

Although there has been much coyness on the evidence for sadism being natural,  I am about to mention, recent posts and comments from Dommes have revealed that, like me, Dommes become very physically sexually aroused when being sadistic. Physical sexual arousal takes place in our genitals and orgasms are quick to arrive and huge and frequent. If sadism was not natural, how could it cause physical changes n our bodies over which we have no control????

The next characteristic, behaviour or mind-set is ruthless, pitiless, guilt free determination. The relationship will be set up how the Domme wants it to be, whatever that entails for the submissive male. This often means there are hurdles to overcome and solutions to problems to find and objections from the males to be ignored or crushed with ruthless determination and NO PITY! And in my experience, over the years, how the Domme wants the relationship to be set up will evolve to become more extreme and so there always remains the need  for objections from the males to be ignored or crushed with ruthless determination and NO PITY.

And no guilt either. The male needs cruel dominance to be contented at the deepest level. The Domme must be allowed to gift him that in whatever way she pleases. He gets his deep contentment but the Domme decides how. Her whims, her selfishness, what gives her pleasure, what makes her life easy. It is the Domme’s right to exploit the situation for her benefit, not satisy the fantasies of the male. There can be some small compromise here as another benefit of being a Domme is to have another human in awe of you and addicted to you. Powerful stuff believe me! This may mean doing things to obtain that awe and addiction that one would not have thought of without hearing of the male’s fantasies. NEVER though, doing anything one does not thoroughly enjoy!

So in summary:

  • strength of mind to reject three of the constraints of  some of our societies’ morals and rules,
  • to be unashamedly decadent and hedonistic,
  • ruthless, pitiless, guilt free determination.

I must mention one more important, related issue. I have found there are two types of DS relationship. The first type, like mine, is where the Domme still finds a great deal of pleasure in the vanilla company of their sub male. Watching a great movie, fine dining, travel, etc. I use bitch-boy, (and I tell him so), in his vanilla mode often on such occasions. The second type is where the Domme has lost all interest in the vanilla company of her sub male. The second type is always MUCH, MUCH MORE EXTREME! No let up on the male for one second.

Well these are my thoughts. I would love to hear from others on this topic.

 

Name to shame

Well those of you who have read my Journal No. 14 will know, among other things, bitch-boy’s training is continuing as a deep throating, cock sucker, money maker, whore. I am training him so that should I ever need him to earn money for me through this activity he is ready to hit the ground running! And I am also training him because it is very pleasurable for me to train him and very shaming and quite physically distressing for him! (Although his progress is good past the gagging point.)

I want to give the thirteen inch double ended dildo, you will have read of in my Journal No. 14, a suitable name to make it easy to refer to it. ‘Go and get the thirteen inch double ended dildo….’ is a bit of a mouthful; excuse the pun.

A photo of the is the item to which I refer. An obscene object I know!

13 - Copy

I have several names I have thought of but I wondered if sissy male followers and my wonderful Domme blog followers could either or, suggest even more shaming names, or advise me which of my names works best.

Deep Reamer, Anaconda, Dicktator, Tonsil Trasher, Throat Blocker, Throat Thruster, Sissy Skewer and Pansy Plugger.

Thank you in anticipation.

 

Double padlocking the chastity cage

One thing I never get bored of seeing, is my poor puppet in his double padlocked chastity cage. There is something about the clarity I see of the ABSOLUTE INESCAPABILITY and also my sense of TOTAL OWNERSHIP of that controlled part of his body. I OWN IT! I decide what happens to it and when; not him.

(The lower padlock runs through the cage bars and his frenum piercing.)

LINK TO PHOTOS OF HIS BIRTH DEFECT IN ITS DOUBLE PADLKOCKED CAGE

Of course if I am sashaying about in my see-thru, sheer dressing gown and six inch heeled platform mules while he looks on in despair and desperation, all the better.  And if its been a loooong time since he has cum and I have been having many orgasms every day, even better still. The power and the meanness; just from walking about!

This is not me in the image. I do have a smaller waist and slimmer thighs and my very narrow Brazilian strip is always on display – never panties. (She is very beautiful though.)

 

New posts: The cream of the comments

Further to my previous post, and after my little survey, it is clear what is best is for most of you blog followers is as follows:

Around two weeks after the original post I will post a summary of the cream of comments received on that original blog post, (if the comments are worthy of such publication).

I was quite surprised how many blog followers have been missing out on much of the amazing material sent to me as comments; especially from other real life domestic tyranny wives and girlfriends. It is completely understandable though. There is no threshold signal that the time is right to delve into the comments on an older post, or that those comments are worth a read.

 

 

For info on my own BDSM manual, click on an image below.

 

Which hardcopy and on-line mainstream magazines?

I have honed my faux article on orgasm benefits of being a Domme and added to it the faithfulness benefits of being a Domme. (Blog posts of 25 May and 1 June this year.) I would like to send it to vanilla women’s hardcopy and on-line magazines who might be bold enough to publish it. But which magazines. I have no idea which ones in English speaking countries might publish it.

Can any of you wonderful blog followers identify suitable magazines that may be racy or brave enough to publish such an article?

I will add these orgasm and faithfulness benefits to my blog page entitled, Ladies- Adopt the Lifestyle.

ARTICLE –

So you want more and better orgasms and a faithful partner? Get a submissive!

So many articles appear on increasing the number and intensity of women’s orgasms and others on faithfulness of partners, but never is mentioned the following GUARANTEED strategy. Before continuing, it is true to say that, for a large part of society, this is taboo, just like discussing gay sex was fifty years ago.

There are many, many true submissives in our population. (Why do you think there are so very many wealthy, professional dominatrix?) These male and female true submissives usually discover they are sexually submissive before they reach puberty. They are only truly content if they are dominated by another person, at least in the bedroom. Truly dominated; not just playing a game. True submissives can come from any upbringing, often loving and nurturing homes; their submissiveness is not the result of abuse during their early lives.   It could possibly be due to a parasite carried by cats! Google Toxoplasma gondii. Go figure!

In order to feel truly dominated, things must happen to them they would prefer did not. They might be coerced to take responsibility for tedious chores, or be spanked just that bit longer and harder than they believe they can cope with, or humiliated, perhaps a male having to wear pink panties, (as a starter). Humiliated just that bit more intensely than they believe they can cope with.  

Having to do the tedious chores, (another benefit), or be spanked or humiliated – a little more than they believe ‘they can cope with’, proves to them that it is not simply a domination game. This other person has total control and is proving this domination and control is REAL.

What has this to do with my orgasms you ask! Well I am a dominant  woman and I have done some research and found that power truly is a MASSIVE aphrodisiac. Women who have adopted a life of, or sessions of, real power over their sexual partner, ALWAYS move from none or average orgasms, to numbers and intensities previously only dreamed of. ALWAYS! Many like me, having perhaps a dozen HUGE orgasms during a few hours of dominance. Aching, shaky legs from those orgasms!

And the relationship intensity and intimacy and loyalty is as strong as can be. When those things the submissive do not enjoy are all over, they adore their dominant and sleep the most contented sleep; knowing they are helplessly in the power of another.

In addition, the sex life does not fade away over the years. It remains as intense as it ever was; decade after decade after decade.

I can hear those judgmental do-gooders reading this, screaming, ‘These true submissives need help and therapy. They need rescuing and converting’. Well this is what was shamefully said about gay people not so long ago! So if you are screaming that; SHAME ON YOU! I can assure you that true submissives do not want to change. They adore the intensity of feelings and relationships they experience when their submissive needs are met.

If you really want to be virtuous, go and find a true submissive and begin a dominant relationship with them. Then you will be bringing fulfilment to their otherwise unfulfilled lives. And bring fulfilment to you too! Best estimates suggest the number of discontented, unfulfilled, male and female submissives among us, currently outnumber female dominants by about one hundred to one. And honestly, anyone can become a dominant and get hooked on, and benefit from, that aphrodisiac power and the benefits.

As long as you are able to raise a middle digit to conservative societal values, (which remember only 50 years ago condemned gay people to prison and worse), then you can become a dominant; and become an orgasm Queen into the bargain!

But there is a second massive benefit from finding a true submissive and beginning a dominant relationship with them. FAITHFULNESS.

As the years go by, so many vanilla men seek out a ‘younger model’ during their long term relationships. A prettier face, a firmer body, more exciting sex; whatever. And of course this is compounded by the fact that we do all get older. We may well all get a little less attractive than we once were.

Well for vanilla women this can be a worrying threat, but for dominant women it really is an irrelevance. In fact the shoe is on the other foot. True submissives know how many of them there are and how rare dominant women are.

If a submissive is lucky enough to be in a long term relationship with a Dominant, they know how fortunate they are. They know there is a queue of 100 other submissives who would jump at the chance of replacing them and serving the dominant instead. So even if we have used our pretty faces and or our attractive bodies as a source of attraction at the outset, well as we get older, emphasis on face and body can fade into the background and be replaced by emphasis on sessions of dominance. The sub will remain UTTERLY ADDICTED to the dominant right through to the end of their lives.

Of course not all women are born to have pretty faces or amazing bodies. But if they choose to be dominant, they can still have a queue of submissives from which to choose. And the chosen one will be besotted and addicted as though their dominant was a twenty year old supermodel.

In these relationships, the sub is frightened of losing the dominant. I am realistic to accept that, like me, many dominants do not want to lose their sub either! Well trained, and hugely adorable and valuable for many reasons when in vanilla mode; but the sub is petrified of losing their dominant even then. Unequalled loyalty over decades through the phenomenon of supply and demand and the deep compulsive, drive to be submissive to a dominant.

Finally it must be made clear that it is rare for a submissive to be a beta to the outside world. Many submissives, like mine, are charming and assertive and very successful alphas. Why do you think Dominatrix can charge so much! He is my protector and a force of nature. He is my knight in shining armour, an impressive person indeed. It is our little secret as to who wears the trousers so often when we are alone! But even when we are alone, I can and do choose to have him in his vanilla mode quite often when we snuggle down to watch TV, or share a wonderful meal. Life could not be better.