Declarations and Domme’s Orgasms

I received the comment below and felt my lengthy answer really desrved to be a blog post rather than be hidden away as a comment response. So here is the comment I received followed by my answer.

Dear Mistress Scarlet,

If I may, I would like to make one comment and pose one question.

Firstly, I would like to comment on the life-changing power, perhaps under-appreciated by some, of the making of a formal declaration. It is one thing to see that a change (such as ever-lengthening delay between release) has ‘crept into’ your life; and to be told, in bold and explicit terms, that such the change is deliberate, recognised to be unfair, and utterly permanent. I have seen that a number of times in my relationship, most recently when Mistress announced that I was a Born-Again Virgin.

With an undeclared change, the sub can always cling onto the idea that it is temporary, inadvertent, or a mistake. That hope is dashed with a formal declaration. I also wonder what effect that has on the dominant woman. Which brings me onto my question…

In many posts and in your books, you state that increasing levels of dominance and cruelty ‘ratcheted up’ your sexual (and other forms of) satisfaction with your relationship with BB. But, on hearing about the frequency and intensity of your enjoyment, one rationalisation is that this must be because you (Mistress Scarlet) are an unusual and rare woman who just has the capacity for multiple frequent orgasms, and so other women cannot replicate similar levels of enjoyment.

So could I ask you to please clarify (and yes, I am aware that this question has overtones of the line from Life of Brian ‘If it’s not a personal question: are you a virgin?’) if, before you discovered BDSM, were you someone who had an unusual capacity for fulfillment from vanilla sex? Or (as I suspect) were you previously a person with a fairly ordinary level of response, and attribute your current degrees of arousal and satisfaction entirely to the levels of sadism and dominance which you practice? To put it another way, do you have an unusual responsiveness to the ‘drug’ or is it a medication from which anyone from benefit?

My Answer

An indication of how much I agree with you about the value and significance of declaring changes which are intended to be permanent, is that two chapters of my new publication, Addendum No.1, deal with this topic. Not just deal with it but provide suggestions to maximise the impact. The first section is about Recording Dates of the last time ever of an activity, so that anniversaries can be ‘celebrated’. The second is about A Cruel Countdown Procedure that can be used in the lead up to the last time ever of an activity. Neither can be employed without a declaration.

Putting aside the huge effect on bitch-boy of having made a declaration, the effect on me of having made a declaration is very powerful indeed. Having made my six week minimum gap for orgasms declaration; I feel totally pitiless, all powerful, decadent and truly cruel. A heady cocktail of feelings that do lead to arousal. Which brings me to orgasms for Dommes. (I sense you may have read my latest publication?)   In Addendum No.1, there is a large chapter on enhancing the number and intensity of the Domme’s orgasms.  

Although you ask very personal questions, I feel I must answer them to further my crusade to have more women enjoy the number and intensity of orgasms I enjoy. My story does cover the key issues. Firstly, I do not have a rare and unusual capacity for numerous, powerful orgasms. I do know what prevented me from so being, until my eyes were opened to a few facts.

Until I met bitch-boy I had never masturbated and had had hardly any orgasms; although I had boyfriends from the age of 15 and then a husband. (So no, I certainly am not a virgin!) BUT, the first night I spent with bitch-boy, I had more orgasms that one night than I had previously had, added together, in the whole of my life before that night. No wonder I fell for him!

This brings me to the first AND CRITICAL FACT that applies to me and to every single woman I have ‘converted’ over this fact. Relying solely on penetrative orgasms is a huge mistake. Clitoral orgasms is where intensity and large numbers of orgasms are found for most women. bitch-boy being submissive, (unbeknown to me at the time), had his head between my thighs that first night and kept it there for a LONG, LONG time. (I was much younger than him with an amazing body, I can understand he was driven by his submissiveness to secretly worship me that night the best he knew how.) He also told me that night that I should not attempt to have him get as much pleasure as me, because men are built for one orgasm and women are built for many. I felt it was unfair on him but he insisted and I went with it. Look where that has ended up! (Be careful what you wish for.)

A few years later when my dominance and his submission had begun in earnest, I read an article that set out how dominant women should masturbate because of the number and intensity of orgasms that are possible – without a man’s assistance! The article also suggested it is optimal to use a vibrator wand. (It suggested a Hitachi 5000- it was years ago.)

I experimented and the article changed my life! Then once I began to become a SERIOUS Domme; unsympathetic and unashamed in wielding power, gratuitously, cruelly and pitilessly, I understood the saying, ‘power is an aphrodisiac’. It certainly is! I am not alone by any means in my orgasm numbers. Every single Domme with whom I have engaged in relevant conversations, who uses a wand and who masturbates, enjoys the number and intensity of orgasms I do. I should stress this masturbation is most often in front of one’s submissive; it is not exclusively performed alone, although I do both.

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Misogyny will not fetter me!

Let us start with a fact. Apart from transvestites and transsexuals, most men are embarrassed to be forced to wear female clothing. Some feminist Dommes run an argument that the men should not feel embarrassed as, if they are, it shows these men consider women are inferior and that is why the men do not want to be dressed as women. This position is said to be supported by the fact that women are not embarrassed to be forced to be dressed as men. Therefore the Dommes in question do not forcibly dress their submissive males in feminine attire. Well………………….. I am a feminist, obviously. But I am also a realist. My view is these feminists are seriously missing the important facts that a deep analysis of the situation exposes.

If a male has the prejudicial sexist view that he finds being forced to wear female clothing humiliating, it is perfect justice that his prejudicial sexist view is used against him. What could be a more perfect punishment for a sexist view than to use that sexist view against him. He finds female related shame clothing humiliating because of a sexist view, so he only has himself to blame that that is used to humiliate him – (A) as a punishment for his view, and (B), FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOMME. The Domme takes pleasure in humiliating her submissive, so if she is a feminist she should not be fettered from so doing by the submissives prejudice! That is allowing the sexist submissive to fetter HER choices, to CONTROL HER!

Sometimes the feminist Dommes in question say that to use feminine clothing as shame clothing on a male perpetuates misogyny in society. I find this a strange view. A man in your home forced to dress as a female and deeply humiliated as a result strengthens misogyny????? My experiences of this activity certainly observe any males involved are very much NOT feeling superior to the females involved, or holding those females in less regard. Quite the opposite!

Having said all that, ironically, after a few uses of standard female clothing on bitch-boy, it was clear he is not misogynist at all, (probably one reason I was attracted to him), so he did not really find being forced to dress as a ‘standard’ female particularly humiliating.

I therefore sought to worsen the humiliation with shame clothing; so now, firstly, I do not use ‘standard’ women’s clothing. I force him into parody of schoolgirl, French maid, sissy maid and parody of little girl attire, with dresses shortened with hems no lower than his hips, (and unlike in the image below, no underwear – so his shaved, caged, genitalia are on full display!)

While obviously a woman would not find it humiliating to be made to wear ‘standard’ men’s clothing, even a feminist woman, I think, would find it humiliating to be ‘made’ to wear schoolgirl, French maid, sissy maid or parody of little girl attire. Schoolgirl and little girl attire indicate regression to child status which is humiliating for an adult, and sissy maid and French maid are humiliating as they are uniforms indicating a purposefully lower, servile status than those not so dressed.

Some of the feminist Dommes I referred to earlier have been rather clever though and I do respect their ingenuity. I have known these Dommes use male clothing as shame clothing but that male clothing is; schoolboy, baby boy or little boy clothing to shame their submissive male, so not using female clothing. A Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit is very shaming I think.

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Flattery or fantasy; from imitation?

Well I cannot deny being quite shocked by this image on BDSMLR. Shocked because it must surely be more than just a coincidence that the male in the photo wears EXACTLY the same head harness, dress and mincing ribbons as I often have bitch-boy in. The head harness also sports a pink satin bow atop, although bitch-boy’s pink satin bow is about three times the size.

Just to be clear, I don’t mean these three items are very similar, I mean they are EXACTLY THE SAME. And in the background, there is a blow-up doll which of course bitch-boy once used to have as his ONLY sex partner.

So I do wonder, what is the story? A MASSIVE, MASSIVE coincidence, or a male submissive who follows my blog and reads my journals or, fingers crossed, a Domme who follows my blog and reads my journals and has forced her little puppet into this attire. The photo is on BDSMLR here.

(For complete accuracy I must point out, I had the dress shortened for bitch-boy by one row of frill, just to make sure is was maximum humiliating!)

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Nurse Nasty’s new brush

17 April 2021

Following a tip from a fellow Domme, I saw this advertised in a magazine and immediately thought it may be a particularly effortlessly effective tool for Nurse Nasty to use during cleaning phases of naughty, little, stiff birth-defects.

It arrived; and holding it in my right hand and using a light scrubbing motion on the underside of my left forearm, certainly gives me the feeling I was right when I saw it. The bristles are quite sharp and It will indeed be a particularly effortlessly VERY effective tool for Nurse Nasty to use.

The underside of my left forearm is where I try most new toys to be used on birth-defects. It is sensitive skin, but perhaps not quite so sensitive as the skin of a birth defect; but I get a good gauge. It’s a while since a fully restrained and gagged bitch-boy, (with legs secured wide apart in the gynecological stirrups), and he has endured a thorough clean and treatment session from Nurse Nasty. And after the thorough cleaning, as the nettles are now at their most stinging this time of year, I think, to start, a herbal, organic nettle ‘treatment’ will be very thoroughly applied after the cleaning; followed by a skin invigorating ruler smacking, then a ‘soothing’ Linnex moisturise. Of course, pleading for the treatments to stop will not be of value because, as we all know; NURSE KNOWS BEST!

During this first treatment session, Nurse Nasty will no doubt have to sit and rest several times, with her Lelo wand in hand, such will be the patient’s whimpering and pleading and sobbing, she will HAVE TO satisfy her own resultant symptoms! While the patient is suffering the Linnex and feeling so very, very sorry for himself, he will be told he is to get a rest of half an hour, to an hour, and then treatment session two will take place; exactly the same as treatment session one. (I do think double-downs are so good for submissives that need to be left in no doubt they are: truly helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant! It helps them sleep so soundly at night.) And bitch-boy is SOOOOO lucky to have all this free private health care!

[The double-down concept is included in my published, Addendum No.1. Simply put, a double -down is when a sub is just finishing enduring a particularly tough time and is feeling VERY sorry for himself, the Domme immediately announces there is forthwith to be another very horrible thing for him to endure. No sympathy, no pity – The Double-Down. Regular blog readers may have noticed Christine M frequently uses double-downs and sometimes even triple-downs!]

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A crueller style?

All I write in this post is in the context of my definition of a submissive:’A submissive cannot be wholly content unless they feel helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant.‘

I have been in comment exchanges with Tinyman about his Mistress’s style of domination because I was intrigued by an aspect that I have never used. I wonder if others have views or relevant experiences. (The key comment exchanges are at the foot of the post.)

One aspect of my style of dominance is to be amused by, and exploit, any aspect of the degradation or physical torment of bitch-boy that results in concurrent SEXUAL arousal. I accept given his long periods of denial, forcing him to take a Cialis, and using my beautiful body visually, or skilled hands manually, it is not surprising he gets erection at times, even though nastiness is in play or on the horizon. There are lots of examples, but two that immediately come to mind are firstly when I am pressing down with my shoe on his defect while I am on the stomping stage. I love to squash it while flaccid but I love to ridicule him when he gets hard. ‘Could you be more pathetic? Getting hard while I squash your defect under the soles of my boots , and I kick it this way and that. What a little pervert you are. Woeful pervert and certainly not a real man who gets hard as a prelude to fucking.’  The second example is when I allow him to lick me, (he is VERY REVERANTIAL), with ‘foreplay’ of kissing my thighs, my stomach, my labia etc. ‘Oh such a special and rare treat for you little bitch. Getting all emotional and aroused simply from being a slave. Being used, despite you knowing you will not get any reciprocal activity in return. Pathetic!‘

I think this style ticks bitch-boy’s submissive boxes and leaves him in awe of me, which I want. By my response, he is in no doubt ‘….that he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant.‘ And I get very, very enjoyable amusement when I ridicule him.

Well, Tinyman’s Mistress has another style. Any degradations or physical torments that concurrently sexually arouse Tinyman become prohibited. But Tinyman finds he is deeply affected when he REFLECTS on the pitilessness of his Mistress’s regimen, rather than becoming aroused concurrently with any act she is doing to him in real time. In this specific way, he is in no doubt ‘….that he is helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant.‘ Especially cruel! And his Mistress gets great pleasure from each prohibition.

The Comments Exchange 

Dear Mistress Scarlet,

I’ll try to avoid this response meandering as much as possible. But my wife is highly dedicated to removing all forms of pleasure for me. In the early days, she created “unpleasant” punishments for me such as cleaning her sweaty feet with my tongue, armpit worship, and ingesting a lot of her spit.

However, as a sub I think I’m not alone in being very able to fetishise the conventionally unpleasant. My wife started to realise this and started to swiftly remove things I’d clearly started enjoying. This would include asking me to kneel and asking if I liked her spit. I’d reply “yes mistress” and she’d ask me to open my mouth. She’d act as though she was about to spit and would then note my erection and say “you enjoy this slave don’t you.” When I replied I did she would say “then you’re never getting it again.”

When she gets in from a run she would put her arms above her head and say “time to clean me slave.” I would lick her armpits. Then one time as I went to lick her armpits, she pulled away at the last minute. She said “you’re erect, you enjoy this, you will never touch my armpits again.”

This was likewise for feet. I;m no longer allowed to smell or kiss them. She gets me to beg but always refuses. The exception is I’m allowed to massage her feet with oil. She got me a massage course for my birthday along with a massage table so I’m now quite adept at this.

She loves to flaunt herself in front of me when naked, when she sees me swell, she simply laughs and says “never again!”

She enjoys honour based chastity as she loves me feeling the swell and frustration and also enjoys being able to see it herself

In reply to Tinyman301.

Bearing in mind my definition of a submissive being; someone wo can only be truly content when they are helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant, it is an interesting and novel form of domination. As I understand it, your Domme stops using a degradation if or as soon as soon as it brings submissive arousal to the you. I am thinking this makes you contentedly submissive and in awe of her because it is sooooo cruel and you are helplessly in her power! It does beg a question though. Do you no longer endure any degradations at all?

(The usual state of affairs is the submissive truly dislikes the degradations they endure at the time of enduring them, but when they are over, helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel dominant because of being subjected to things he does not like at the time he endures them.)

Dear Mistress Scarlet

I endure degradations but ones I’m by nature not able to fetishise. I am absolutely not a “pain slut” and as such whippings etc have increased

Additionally tedium and mind numbing tasks I am not able to make into a turn on (for instance 3 hours of ironing)

Removal of all pleasurable experience and sensation is her priority. So if I suddenly make that submissive development where I learn to enjoy something previously seen as unpleasant then it is immediately taken away

Another example is using my fetish against me. I used to be made to smell her panties whilst in honour based chastity. I love the smell and even the partial release of an erection without orgasm was nice so it was stopped as an activity

However, my wife used to make me bring her to orgasm whilst she was wearing her panties. Then she would put them on my nose with the leg holes hooked over my ears and instruct me I couldn’t take them off

She immediately then fell into a post orgasm sleep whilst I lay there in a tortured aroused state but being unable to touch myself meaning I was lying there for some time unable to settle which she enjoyed asking me about the next morning

So sometimes things that give me pleasure are cruelly turned against me to further increase submissive suffering.

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Do you miss that puppet? Good!

The comment below was included in an account featured in my post of 5 December 2020.

She frequently asks me, ‘…. If I miss being inside her’; when I say ‘Yes’, she says ‘Good’.

I found the principle of this simple Q&A, to be rather powerful and it is something, with great pleasure, I have taken up myself. I realised there is a nice list of things I can ask bitch-boy; and then, once he has said, ‘Yes’, which he will,  I can enjoy saying, ‘Good!‘

Given his identical answer whenever, for years and to this day,  I have asked, ‘If there was one rule of mine you could change, what would it be’. He still does and has always answered, ‘To be allowed to penetrate your beautiful body Mistress.’ Given this, then my top pleasure comes from:

‘Do you miss penetrating my beautiful body with your stiff little birth defect puppet?’ ‘Yes Mistress.’ ‘ Good!’

The following are examples of questions I have been asking. He always answers, ‘Yes’, (usually sulkily and wistfully), And I always respond to his yes, with, ‘Good!’ Which gives me a lovely little thrill of gratuitous spite. And sometimes I add, ‘And that will never, ever happen again will it maggot?

Do you miss cumming every 10 days to two weeks like you generally used to before lock-down?

Do you miss running your hands over this beautiful body, caressing me just however you wanted to?

Do you miss your birth defect being free of its cage when you washed before the lock-down regime?

Do you miss getting to cum by me using my skilled hands instead of only every under the sole of my shoe like now?

Do you miss me skillfully sucking your stiff little birth defect like I used to?

This little pleasure is such so enjoyable and sometimes even arousing that as well as using one of the half dozen questions above every two or three days, I am wracking my brains to think of other things he might miss.

Day 2 of Christine’s sister’s visit

[5 Septmber 2020] On 20 August I posted Day 1 of Christine’s sister’s first involvement in a weekend of domination of David. Below is the account of day 2.

Before that though a couple of comments:

1. I love Christine’s comments to her sister, along the following lines, because I have made almost identical comments whenever I have introduced a new Domme into assisting me in using and abusing bitch-boy. “It gives me serious pleasure to see you treat him very badly. Just do whatever pleases you; be as mean and unfair to him as you wish. There are no limits, he won’t break!… And remember, this all started because this is what he asked for. He is especially scared of you so be absolutely as nasty as you can be!” 
2. A comment for Christine. I have my sissy maid well scented with perfume. The cheapest. most tacky perfume I can buy aimed at the teenager market. I can tell he associates the awful scent with the use and abuse in all the past times he has worn it. He truly HATES the scent of it.

Day 2

My sister and I got up about the same time and relaxed together with brewed coffee, fresh fruit and warm croissants. Since we can only have one shower used at a time, due to the water pressure, my sister suggested I shower first, while she looked in on Daisy. I thought this was a wonderful idea and, using the security camera, recorded events so I could later see his look of surprise.

Entering the study, she curtly told him, “Pen down! SIT UP… BACK STRAIGHT…. HANDS ON HEAD… NOW!” It was about a quarter past eleven, so he had been writing for just on six hours. He looked dazed and frustrated beyond belief, his bottom lip trembling. This was the longest he had ever spent doing this tedious written task. “How many?” she tersely enquired. With a quiver in his voice, he nervously advised he had completed six copies and had just started on the next. She picked up the pages and browsed through them while he looked on anxiously. “We’ll check these carefully later. You need to stop lazing around and get doing some chores. Get changed. Then come and find me. And be quick about it!” He was clearly shaking as he quickly reorganised the desk top and scurried out of the room, remembering first to curtsy graciously.

Afterwards, my sister shared how she so enjoyed the power rush it gave her to enter the room by herself and treat him so dismissively. Blushing a little, she confessed it was very arousing to feel the power she held. To see the look of total weariness on his face. How nervous he appeared, and then to think of the unfairness he must have felt, to be snapped at like he was and then sent rushing off to start a long day of strenuous chores; even though he must have been completely exhausted after six hours completing such a challenging written assignment… “I couldn’t do what he has to do; yet I don’t care, I actually really enjoyed being cruel and hurtful to him and imagining how distraught he must be feeling. I so understand why you do this! I am so glad you shared everything with me, and it is even more fun to be involved… I’m not going too far am !?”

I advised her that she was such a natural dominant and that it gave me intense pleasure to see her so involved, and then reassured her, “Please, just keep doing what you’re doing. It excites me to watch you treat him like you do. Just do whatever pleases you; be as mean and unfair to him as you wish. There are no limits, he won’t break!… And always, always remember, this all started because this is what he asked for.”

I felt no pity for him, just joy at sharing the experience with my sister, as I offered further advice on how to mistreat and bully him, before sharing my final thoughts, “I can tell he is especially scared of you and what you might make him do, since you are so much more detached from him than me. So be absolutely as nasty as you can be! I really enjoy treating him like this with you, we have always been so close, and I think this just brings us closer.”

It was to be another hard day for him. I had told my sister to bring all her washing over. That was the contents of the four large bags he had brought in out of the car. This meant plenty of ironing! He also had his normal weekend chores and he was sent out to clean and polish her car too, inside and outside. He was warned it had better look ready to go in the showroom by the time he was finished.

That was a very strenuous task, ‘polish on, polish off’ we had laughed at him as he had looked at us with despair in his eyes, on the verge of tears. It was his very best poor, poor, pitiful me – little boy lost look… please Mummy help me… please Mummy I am so tired, I need you to say that’s enough and give me a big cuddle… he was craving some compassion. To his mortification, in unison, we both just burst out laughing, ridiculing him, before I snapped, “Stop wasting time and get to work NOW,… and make sure you put some real muscle into your work! If I look out the window and see you are not working at a cracking pace… Believe me… I’ll give you something to really cry about!

It’s a very warm day, so I had better see you sweating profusely and huffing and puffing from your exertion!… Because if you’re not, I’ll assume you are taking it easy and then I’ll make you really suffer!” He looked so despondent and pathetic, trying hard to stifle the tears that started to fall down his cheeks, on the edge of breaking down into sobbing… though he did have the good sense to move with alacrity. I was feeling pitiless, and his breaking down in tears was just arousing me more and more. My sister expressed how aroused she was, observing the dynamic, pleased to be a part of it, and wanting to be harder on him too. Her chance was to come on Sunday!

My sister and I went out for lunch, while he enjoyed a stale caul fat sandwich, most certainly not something he enjoyed! Caul fat is the lowest grade of lard, obtained from the fat surrounding the digestive organs of pigs. My sister had brought this along. She knew full well my husband’s aversion to fatty meat from family BBQs. We had him video call us to watch him eat it! He was sniffling, and again teared up when he realised, I was fully supportive of my sister’s meanness. He wretched repeatedly as he forced it down. I felt sure some of his display was designed to make me feel sorry for him and excuse him from finishing his sandwich. Sadly, for him, his hopes for sympathy were met instead with peals of laughter, and sharp words.

         A little aside here. In the planning, I had introduced my sister to Mistress Scarlet’s web site, and also given her access to Mistress Scarlet’s Journals. Over several phone calls my sister had shown clear interest and enthusiasm in my regime and domination in general; and checked with me whether she could introduce some new ideas.  

We visited him shortly after four o’clock in the laundry. All my sister’s clothes had been washed and gone through the dryer and he had made a start on the ironing; but there was still plenty to go. Smiling I advised him, “We’ve been talking about your presentation as my maid. My sister feels you really need to wear a little make-up to improve the professionalism of your appearance.” He looked on aghast as I continued. “I have really not wanted to add make-up. I prefer you to look like a man who is clearly being petticoat disciplined… But my sister has presented a very strong argument for you wearing a little make-up. Mistress Scarlet thought this was a great idea too.

And I do like the idea of you taking a little extra time each day when you dress as my maid to look your very best. After all, you expect the ladies in your office to look their best and wear make-up, so it is really only proper that you show the same care when working as a maid.

You can take a break from your ironing for a couple of hours now, while we take the time to teach you how to apply your make-up. You’ll then need to do it yourself each day.”

We had an hilarious time teaching him how to apply his make-up, which we had bought that afternoon. He was so utterly humiliated since, despite our good humour and teasing, he had to treat this very seriously indeed and focus intently on applying his make-up perfectly. At first, knowing he had to go through with this and could not protest further, he showed his frustration and resentment by shaking his head, and trying to make out it was something he was incapable of doing. His ‘little boy lost’ ploy again. He still hoped ‘Mummy’ would ‘save him’ if he looked woeful enough. He was still unable to grasp that there was going to be no mercy shown.

Instead, he simply met my icy demeanour, cutting words and hard-hearted approach to his laughable attempts at seeking compassion. We made it very clear that he would learn how to apply his make-up immaculately and ‘tastefully’, or else. He was firmly warned that his presentation had to be flawless. Attention was also paid to his fingernails, which were to be clipped, groomed and painted with a clear lacquer; and his toe nails, for which we had selected a lovely pink varnish. He was also warned that my sister would be examining him on his make-up when she next comes!

Coldly paying no attention to his misery, his face showed the umbrage he felt from the contrast to how I interacted with my sister, showing her such warmth and camaraderie, seeing how we often acted as one.

[The consequence of this, with a little further training during the following week, is that he has a new routine for his presentation as a maid.  

He always calls before leaving the office, and we have a meal when he arrives home. I prefer him attired as my male partner for our vanilla time, and dinner is vanilla time. So, if he only has an hour or so of chores that evening then, as in the past, he retains his male attire to complete those tasks, before joining me for the rest of our evening. 

On all other nights, immediately after dinner, he has to get ready for his maid’s duties. He is required to shave again and then dress in his housemaid’s uniform and carefully apply his make-up, before starting his chores. I find it tremendously amusing. I had told Scarlet I would never do this, but I did; and I love the regimentation it brings and the role reversal of him having to ‘make himself pretty for work’. Often, he is now the only one in the house wearing make-up and stockings! 

He has a routine he is required to follow, and woe betide if I feel his make-up is not immaculately applied. He starts by carefully cleaning his face and neck using cleansing water and cotton pads. Next, he pats a little moisturiser on his face and neck to keep his skin soft. He then moisturises his lips using a lip balm. He then applies foundation before using a brush to apply a little concealer under the eyes, on the chin, and around the nose.  

He is then ready to apply a creamy eye-shadow. He well knows, since he found this very challenging to do, that he is to build the colour slowly and in layers and, using a small brush, add a tiny line of shadow under the eye. A smudge of mascara is used to define each lash before filling in the eyebrows to frame his face using light feathery strokes, finishing with a clean mascara wand to brush out the hairs. A cream blush is blended on the apple of his cheeks before it is time for his lipstick. Finally, he uses a thick brush to dust with a loose setting-powder to set his make-up and reduce shine. A splash of perfume follows, before a last quick check that he looks impeccable; that his stocking seams are straight, no creases in his tunic, and he can start his chores! It adds half-an-hour to his evening, just getting ready for work! 

He finds this tedious and humiliating, but I am in raptures as I watch him applying everything ever so carefully. He has to sit at the dressing table and really focus on what he is doing. He knows he will be inspected and there will be nasty consequences if his appearance is not faultless. I will often sit and watch him, since I find it so amusing! He squirms in great discomfort, longing to be able to refuse to do this but knowing he must be ever so diligent in the process. It is just delightful to observe his look of concentration. Of course, I will tease him mercilessly too! 

It is so amusing as he simply has to take such great care to do everything so precisely.  I remind him of how he used to be always rushing me to get ready before we went out in the early days of our relationship, and how he now knows that make-up can’t be rushed!]

Back, to Saturday. We spent an hour or so helping him, but after that he had to do it by himself, then come and see us for an inspection. A few tips, some harsh scolding, a few jokes at his expense, laughing reminders that ‘perfect practice makes perfect’, and he then had to remove the make-up and start again. I don’t think I have ever seen him look so miserable. He was bereft, alone and friendless. He was so depressed and aggrieved, so desirous of receiving just a touch of warmth or compassion. My sister and I acted as one in our pitilessness. Our closeness was so very evident from our constant laughter, our obvious displays of affection to each other, often acting more like teenagers; and we had leisurely enjoyed our day together. This was all contrasting enormously with our callousness and ruthlessness in dealing with him, which was exceeding anything he had ever experienced before, leaving him feeling ever more isolated.

It wasn’t until after nine-thirty that we were happy with his application, and only then could he start on the rest of his chores. No praise, my sister just checked him out carefully, taking his chin in one hand and turning his head as needed to inspect his make-up, him cringing in fear, before she curtly remarked, “Mmmmm… I guess that’ll do. Now piss off back to your ironing!”

I was shocked by her language, so much so that we both burst out laughing. He was totally humiliated and ignored while, blushing profusely, his face a picture of despair and resentment, he curtsied and started to leave the room. My sister’s final words ringing in his ears as he walked out, “I hope you’re not crying again, sissy boy… If you are… you’ll need to redo your make-up!… I have never met a supposedly grown man who cries like a baby girl as much as you do. I hope you’re ashamed of yourself!“ His head was bowed down as, sighing deeply, he slowly shook it from side to side, and morosely exited the room.

My sister rarely uses bad language, and she explained how she was shocked too, but it had just come out, since she was so enthralled with her power over him and wanted to hurt him.

         [Talking about this with him later, in vanilla mode, he expressed how unloved he felt, and how close to total despair, bordering on depression, he had felt. He then hugged me closely and thanked me, leading to my having an enormous orgasm from his tender ministrations. ]

My sister and I turned in around eleven. Before going to my room, I went to see him in the laundry. I gently tweaked his nipples as he again looked longingly at my sensual attire. I checked the clothes he had already ironed for any creases, as he watched on nervously, before looking at what was left in the laundry baskets. “It looks like you’ll be going here for another couple of hours at least, with all that bed linen you still have to iron (my sister had brought linen from four beds, plus there was my bed), and it looks like there are a couple of pleated skirts in there too!” I smiled, “I guess you had better sleep in the study again.”

I then nuzzled his neck gently, before lightly nibbling his ear lobe and whispering, “You look ever so pretty in your make-up. We’ll have to get you some nice perfume to complement your looks… Be careful though, my sister will be checking your ironing tomorrow, and she is even more of a perfectionist than me. Woe betide if she finds any creases… and everything had better be folded impeccably.” He squirmed as he thanked me but, as he went to cuddle me, I stepped away, and sharply advised, “Don’t you dare! You still have ironing to complete!…

Now, tomorrow morning… I’d like you at your desk thirty minutes early again. That means back straight, hands on head, BEFORE five thirty! I have set alarms as we did this morning, except your first break is ten minutes only, since there is no washing to put on.” I then turned and left him alone, still yearning for my caresses.

I just love the decadence of this lifestyle. I truly have no concerns over how I ‘exploit’ David. He is well aware of the fact that I have no empathy with what he goes through and that I will never show him any pity. That both excites him, and terrifies him!  

Idle wondering and innocent images

I love to see the pro Dommes who have what appears to be their own, long term sub. Despite the income earning nature of their output, you know they are REAL in a REAL relationship. Bojana the Balkan Brat, Mistress Elaine and sissy maid Vicky, Melanie the Barefoot Princess, Cruel Sarah and her cuck, Kelli and her cuck, Louis Margot and her cuck, Princess Perfect and her sub, etc.

What I sometimes wonder about is whether some of the deliciously cruel pro Domme women who regularly appear in videos and photo shoots with many DIFFERENT subs, have a long term male sub at home? A male sub at home who suffers a regime in keeping with the cruelty these delightful women show with the subs in their videos? (And do any of them read this blog I wonder ???)

For instance, any of the women from; Miami Mean girls,  from the Brat Princesses, from Men Are Slaves, etc. And women such as Empress Jennifer,  Mistress Cindy, Mistress Elise, Brat princess Christina, Miss Barnes, Goddess Amadahy, Cybil Troy, Sarah Eve, Karin Von Kroft, etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Might some of these women have a full time sub at home who they do not want on video? Or do they have a vanilla male because they get all their sadism and dominance out when making femdom videos?

Just something I sometimes ponder on.

 

Below I provide details of my new guide for beginner Dommes. Linked to my alternative blog and, possibly unique, as it is specifically written to avoid frightening a vanilla wife or girlfriend away from trying an FLR relationship.

 

Sweet for her, nasty for him.

To what does the heading refer? I refer to tone of voice and demeanour.

One thing I REALLY love, which you occasionally see in Femdom videos, is the schizophrenic tonal style Dommes can adopt when there is more than one of them present with one sub male.

The females speak to each other with sweet voices and a pleasant, patient, demeanour; BUT, in an instant, when their voice is directed at the male sub, sweet and pleasant is replaced with malevolent and impatient and irritated. Then, speaking to the sub is over, and the tone and demeanour of sweet and  pleasant and patient returns as the Domme addresses a fellow female.

Two Dommes or several Dommes applying this schizophrenic tonal style alternation is a delight to witness. It is something Mistress Nicola does sometimes when visiting bitch-boy and I, and it is a joy to witness.

The implication is clear. The Domme applying this schizophrenic tonal style alternation demonstrates what a considerate, contented and polite person she is when addressing a fellow female, but then, when addressing the sub she shows her utter contempt of him and absence of patience or leniency. She is irritated the male exists at all. Slow responses will not be tolerated. The smallest infractions will not be tolerated. Delightful!