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Maid Home Alone

I was out all day last Saturday. I left bitch-boy with a long list of chores and he was locked into his pink frilly sissy maid’s uniform and locked into his white Mary Jane shoes. He also wore several other humiliating adornments and, of course, his penis restraint! He did look cute/ridiculous. I used unique numbered plastic padlocks so that in a dire emergency he could remove the garb. He had to take a photo of himself, each hour on the hour and email it to my hotmail account so I could check (if I chose to) that he was in his humiliating attire for the whole day, including his frilly maid’s hat and that his socks were nicely pulled up his thighs.

When I arrived home, after being out for over eight hours, there was lots more fun, his ordeal was far from over. I loved chatting and relaxing while I was out enjoying myself, thinking of his woe. The full telling is definitely going into the now half completed volume 5 of my journals/diaries.

An interesting question

I received an interesting question in a comment on my blog. I thought I would post the question and my response.

Thank you Mistress Scarlet for your wonderful writings! Having bought your 3 Journals (for my iPhone) I read them pretty much back to back. Having said that, although I have been with my Goddess for almost a year, I think we are some way from the kind of techniques and lifestyle you describe.

That said, I did have one question if you have time. I can understand that the pain and denial never lose their edge, but hasn’t bitch-boy got used to the extremely humiliating outfits by now? You seem to have him in them an awful lot, after all. Or is it the games that keep it fresh? I’d still somehow expect him to become acclimatised, or am I not understanding the dynamic?

Many Thanks!


Thank you for the appreciative words about my journals Armando. You ask an interesting question about bitch-boy becoming acclimatised to the humiliating outfits. I had to think about my answer for a while.

I will focus on three outfits. His black and white, knee length maid’s uniform. His pink maid’s uniform and pink little girl’s frock, both with the hem coming down only to his hips.

I think there are several reasons why acclimatisation is minimised. Firstly, because my tastes are so eclectic, he may go a week or 10 days without wearing a shame outfit because for that period, I happen to have him do his chores when I am not in the house, and when I am in the house I have him in TSD bondage or some other significant torment not involving shaming clothes.

Second, in addition to the week or 10 days, he often does his chores and serving when I am at home in his black and white maid’s uniform. This uniform is his least shaming but when he is in it, I treat him exactly as an irrelevant maid. I virtually ignore him as he goes about his duties and serving although I am quick to bring the cane into use for a poor curtsey or other infraction. So this uniform gives him a sense of being very low in status and in significance to me.

Third, if it is just the two of us, I think he has become acclimatised a little but I can see that in his pink maid’s uniform, each curtsey pains him in its pointlessness as the hem is already at waist height. He has a very large ribbon around his genitals and I will often comment on this which adds to the clear sense of exposure and vulnerability his uniform brings him.

Fourth, his acclimatisation is minimal in his little girl’s frock because it is so ludicrous with its tinkling bells at the hem and there are all the ways I heighten his humiliation. Having to hold his big dolly, and even worse talk to it and play with it. His mincing ribbons. His nursery rhymes with actions. And, of course, my frequent and harsh comments about how ridiculous he looks and how he is just a toy, a human doll, for me to dress humiliatingly for my amusement.

Finally and most importantly by far, there is clearly no acclimatisation at all when I host other dominant females and he is in a shame outfit. The trembling and trepidation in the minutes waiting for them to arrive and the crushed demeanour and pure shame when they are present is very apparent!


Christmas Tree Needles

When bitch-boy took down the Christmas tree, at least a hundred pine needles refused to be picked up by the vacuum cleaner, perhaps more, and in fact became enmeshed in the carpet weave. So there will be a little slave-maid on hands and knees with tweezers, removing each needle in due course, while I relax watching TV. However long it takes! A lovely belated Xmas  prezzy for me.

Almost Exclusive Lady Carole Art

8 December 2011

Lady Carole has kindly forwarded me five of her works not readily available on the web, which she is happy for me to publish on my blog. I am honoured. She and I agree that there is inadequate material on the internet that properly depicts a household situation of a male helpless and in 24/7 chastity, enslaved in the long term, who is a plaything and slave of one or more sadistic, exploiting females, that use and abuse, torture, punish and humiliate. Many households, (like mine), are run on this basis, but this real life scenario so rarely features on the net.

Lady Carole Art

Advent Gift Calendar

As it is the 1 December tomorrow I thought I would share the advent calendar that I prepare for bitch boy each year. During November I take lots of trouble filling every pocket with special treats for him. I choose items that I know he will benefit from receiving. I include little gifts such as clip on earrings, bows to sew onto his knickers, hair clips with bows on or make up such as eyeliners or miniature lipsticks. At the end of November I wrap all of the items up in festive wrapping paper and then each morning during December, he has the very great  privilege of opening a small present that reminds him of his status as my pet and plaything. What a lucky little bitch boy he is.

My book of short stories is published on Lulu.com

Had the circumstances or creed of my birth and upbringing been different, had I
been born in another time, then I may have been a central character in any one of the stories I have penned in this book.

I would certainly have adored to have been. I identify strongly with one of the characters in each of these tales of other lives of female dominance and supremacy, and the lives detailed in the book present options, some perhaps unlawful, not open to me in the life I have lived and live.  However, had I not lived the wonderful life I now have, and have enjoyed so much over the last decade or so, I would have cherished any of the alternatives that might have been.

eBook       Paperback

Here is a brief precis of each story.


16 year old orphan Hilary is decanted out of London to avoid Hitler’s bombing. His destination is a house of five females; two women and three daughters. They had expected to receive a girl, not a boy.


Gloria and Elles were both employed in the young entrepreneur’s hi-tech business. Unless he is taken under some control, their own blissful future could be in jeopardy.


Mistress decides to experiment with a female submissive to augment her enchanting life with her boy-toy.


Jearl is of black Caribbean ancestry. Her husband will be away a great deal with his new job. Jearl’s use and abuse knows no bounds with her new gift.


A new governess arrives to take care of Edwin while his parents are abroad. The governess does not believe in sparing the rod, or in young masters possessing arrogant male


Beautiful Jessica settles into university life quickly but she has always been spoilt and
cannot bring herself to partake in her share of the chore rota drawn up by her room-mate. An unwitting solution presents himself.

More food fun

On Sunday, while I ate my lunch (prepared by bitch-boy), I had him
clean the bathroom. I told him to make a very good job of it. I think he knew
what I meant by that.

So my lunch finished and time to inspect the cleaning. I found one
of my hairs on the bath panel. Having informed bitch-boy that meant a caning
for slovenliness, I lifted the toilet seat and told him it was his lunch time.
He sighed so deeply and looked so sad.

The next ten minutes were spent with me dropping a spoonful of
cherry yoghurt onto the white china rim of the toilet and him licking that off.
Again and again until the yoghurt pot was empty. This is something I do quite
often so I assume he had properly cleaned the rim of the toilet in expectation.
His choice. It is delightful to look down at him, while his head dips down to
lick away, and all the while I verbally abuse him.

Once his lunch was consumed, it was time for the caning.


Paper Doilys Humiliation

I read of, and am now using, a low cost, delightful and simple humiliation and form of ersatz confinement for bitch-boy.

When I have bitch-boy in his little girl or maid’s uniform, an option to confine him
to a given location, (rather than nose pressed to the wall) is to drop a white
paper doily to the floor and instruct him to stand on it until further notice. It
so, so sweet and amusing seeing him standing there (facing me in his shame) and for some reason, he really, really hates it. Wonderful.

Doilys from Lakeland

Lady Carole Femdom Artwork

16 September 2011

One of my favourite femdom artists is Lady Carole. The quality of the depictions may be less than perfect but the scenarios depicted and imaginative content of the scenarios is a real joy and close to my ideal lifestyle. I do not refer to her prison themed work but to her domestically themed work. I provide a few examples below.

Here is a link to an archive of her work.