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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.)

 

Maximise the extreme

We all have different versions of extreme. When it comes to being extreme I am not near some of the activities of the fabulous Dommes who place comments on this blog, (Although others think I am very extreme.)

The comment from the wonderful Domme, Chris M, on my recent blog post about, eye to eye contact while increasing the pain, got me thinking.  Her activity involved eye to eye contact BEFORE the ‘fun’ but still worked because the ‘fun’ was so EXTREME.

That got me thinking about how, if one is planning something seriously extreme with one’s sub, it should be milked for al its worth. I plan to do so in three ways:

  • The eye to eye preamble eliciting heartfelt pleading,
  • doing the ‘thing’,  and
  • having a loud orgasm while the suffering is ongoing.

The activity that is about to happen has to be extreme enough that your sub will be beside himself with fear. If it is not that extreme, my strategy will fail. The example from Chris M is perfect – a thorough coating of Linnex to his birth defect. I have thought of two others I would use.

  • A second nettle whipping to his birth defect when he has only just received a long and terrible nettle thrashing to it. But the second will be exclusively to the head of the birth defect.
  • A continuation of a SERIOUS deterrent punishment when he has been pleading with all his heart for some time and I pause; and he thinks it is all over.

For any of these three things, there is pleasure in simply doing each one. But there is the extra pleasure of listening to that heartfelt, emotional, hopeless pleading for a while before doing the ‘thing’. And there is having an orgasm once the suffering has truly kicked in; just to show what a depraved bitch one is. And show how his extreme suffering is not an impediment in any way to one’s very relaxed pleasure.

So before beginning the application of the Linnex, or the second nettle whipping or the resumption of the thrashing, comes the eye to eye talking. Explaining in great DETAIL what one is about to do, confirming the agony that he will be feeling; then listening to that delicious pleading; and eye to eye contact is maintained throughout. When this phase has been milked for all its worth, then do the ‘thing’.

Thing done and the sub in proper agony, a leisurely session of masturbation which even if he can’t see, he can hear when the cries of ecstasy fill the room.

Two added steps to the terrible thing. Both providing clear evidence of the nature of the relationship.

When it is all over and the sub’s head hits the pillow that night, he will think back to those eye to eye moments and the rest, and he will sleep the contented sleep of a truly dominated sub who is under the TOTAL power of a very cruel bitch!

More eye to eye torments!

First, a quick question to my wonderful blog followers. Do you read all the comments on each post of my blog?

The reason I ask is simple. When I publish a post, like the last one on, eye to eye tormenting. I quite often get great comments sent to me with delicious ideas and depraved practices of how to use and abuse a sub that I have never thought of or heard of before.

I am then wondering. Should I post again on the initial subject but updated with the cream of the comment material? Or do I assume my wonderful blog followers read all the comments on each post of my blog and so I would be publishing duplication? I would hate for any of you to miss out.

As an example; activities from comments, I obviously had not included in my original post on eye to eye tormenting include:

  • Ball squeezing in the hand.
  • Tease talking while using a pin wheel on a cock bursting to get out of, but inside a chastity cage.
  • The long conversation of mocking and pitilessness, )and the responding desperate tearful pleading),  just before applying a TERRIBLE coating of Linnex to his penis.
  • While strapping palms and fingers held very still.
  • While kneeing the in the balls.
  • While spoon feeding him an awful ‘food ‘.
  • Pressing in riding spurs.
  • Missionary position pegging with a too large or beaded butt dildo.
  • While the Mistress masturbates to orgasm and the male is in chastity, and he has not cum for weeks and will not be cumming for a many weeks yet.

Eye to Eye Tormenting

There is a phenomenon that is  very intense for both parties involved but I know of only a limited number of activities when one can indulge. This is when the Domme can be looking into the eyes of a sub, who is looking back at her, at the exact moments of regulating or increasing a torment. Such activities require that the Domme does not need to look away for even a second,  while she is regulating or increasing the intensity of the torment.

Nipple Pinching is one such activity. Not using clamps, but actually one’s fingers and thumbs.

Increasing the electrical power of a Tens Unit is another. But to be honest, even moving the dial around very slowly, it is only a second or two between, uncomfortable, and, the sub thrashing around in the their bonds and not being able to hold eye contact.

A new activity I have been enjoying experimenting with, on a bound bitch-boy, is pushing a dildo down his throat, past the gag reflex point. Doing so as I look into his pleading, distress filled eyes. SO HOT! …….. Much to his immense shame and extreme discomfort,  I am training him to be able to deep-throat a long, thrusting cock like a well practised whore. A couple of entries in my imminent new journal, recount sessions of his early training in very fine detail, including; an appropriate whore-money-maker outfit and an hour of forced video watching, while bound, of a video compilation of deep throating. Then comes the practical lesson!

Face slapping can just about work as an activity for engaging the phenomenon but I can think of no other physical activities.

So I ask dear blog reader, do you know of any other activities that engage the phenomenon of  the Domme looking into the eyes of the sub, who is looking back at her, at the exact moments of regulating or increasing a torment?

There are activities of humiliation  that can engage the phenomenon, but perhaps not quite so intensely as when physical pain/discomfort is involved. Although quite a rare event, one can lock eyes with the sub while  the Domme is speaking on the phone to a new partner Domme and arranging the new partner Domme’s first visit to one’s house. Eyes still locked with bitch-boy, as I describe to the impending visitor, the parody of a little girl outfit bitch-boy will be made to wear and the little girl activities he will be made to perform during her visit.

More common an occurrence can be a question and answer session designed to humiliate. I once had an amazing Domme visit my home and bitch-boy was indeed dying with shame as he had been made to wear a parody of a little girl outfit and his dollies were nearby. His shame reached staggering levels as she locked eyes with him and then engaged in a question and answer session. (And, oh my, her demeanour and her eyes could not have been more disdainful, cruel and mocking.) I had made clear to bitch-boy that even the slightest failure to engage fully would result in a phenomenal and immediate thrashing!

Asked with long pauses between each question, to milk every last drop of his shame from it, moving onto the next question.

Which is your favourite dolly? ………………………What’s her name? ……………………………..Why is she your favourite dolly, you little maggot? ………………………………………..What little games do you play with her. ……………………………Do you love her with all your heart? ………………………Ask her if she loves you with all her heart. And on and on and on went the questions. Poor bitch-boy was shattered by the end and his shame was so intense as he had been having to look into her disdainful, cruel and mocking eyes the whole time.

Having to do nursery rhymes with actions can also work with eyes locked.

Returning to the phenomenon in question, there is also the degradation activity when one can lock eyes, while the sub has to drink urine from source.

Finally, I can ask my girlfriend to stand behind my sub and apply cane or whip strokes to his butt, while I look into his eyes. But to engage the phenomenon each stroke must be individually requested. I can look into bitch-boy’s eyes and say, ‘The first stroke please Nicola‘. Thwack! ‘Another‘. Thwack. ‘Another.‘ Thwack! This just about engages the phenomenon but it is not quite the same as when one is physically regulating or increasing the intensity one’s self.

I’m afraid I have rambled rather. Just to be clear, I will repeat, I am requesting dear blog reader; do you know of any other activities that engage the phenomenon of  the Domme looking into the eyes of the sub, who is looking back at her, at the exact moments of regulating or increasing a torment?

Use equipment?

I do wonder about whether dominant women who do not use much BDSM equipment are missing out.

I know there are considerable barriers to equipment use for some people, such as purchase cost, discrete storage space, setting up time, etc, but I am interested in what other Dommes enjoy.

Considering a simple spanking or caning. I know some women use no bondage at all on the their sub for this. I absolutely get the power rush that probably comes from knowing they have so much power that the male obediently stays still and in position, and stays relatively quiet without a gag, both despite the ‘discomfort’ they may be enduirng.

But for me, having bitch-boy gagged and secured face down over the dining table, ankles secured together, thighs secured together just above the knees and wrists secured together behind his back, gives me a HUGE sense of power and decadence. It enhances the experience for me.

Then we come to bondage. Some of my bondage activities require a lot of paraphernalia. When I play with his boy’s bits while I watch TV. He has his ankles bound, thighs bound, balls bound, wears a collar, there is a chain running down his spine from his collar to the binding of his balls, his wrists are in cuffs behind his back which are secured to the chain, he is blindfolded, and wears industrial ear protectors! This bondage will last between 60 and 90 minutes and I will usually have 4 orgasms during this time, (see previous post!). For me the bondage effort is well worth it!

Just the feeling I get from my power, seeing his utter helplessness, sensory deprivation and his vulnerability is pretty much a turn on enough for me needing my first orgasm!

I don’t know if other Dommes do as I do with regards to ‘delegating’ equipment responsibilities? I will tell bitch-boy I want to play with his boy’s bits and he is then instructed to, ‘get everything ready!‘ While he does so, I read or watch TV.

It is the same with his sensory deprivation on the BDSM bed, or him enduring Dolly-Potty-Time or any other activity I enjoy that requires equipment. He has to get the equipment together and put it out helpfully and then put it all away afterwards. So even with the considerable number of items for playing with his boy’s bits, I am only ‘troubled’ with dealing with the equipment for a couple of minutes to secure him and then a couple to release him at the end.

 

Zero Vanilla Time Extreme

Dirty sissy Jessica recently left comments on this blog she thought I would be interested in. She was right. Her comments identified a DS relationship she had come/cum across on Twitter. (No pun intended I hope Jessica!)

On 11 March 2018 I published a post about how long term DS relationships tend to have the magnitude of how extreme they are, defined by how much the Domme gets pleasure from the vanilla company of the sub. If she gets no pleasure from his vanilla company, then the most extreme relationship and activities quickly develop.

Well, the relationship identified by Dirty sissy Jessica certainly seems to be one where the amazing Domme gets no pleasure from the subs vanilla company; so extremes have blossomed!

It is yet another clear example of how a true submissive can become profoundly addicted to a ruthless, heartless and cruel dominant woman. Mistress Jay has a website but it is her twitter account, (@MistressJay1),  video clips that best reveal the nature of her relationship with her sub, @ButlerJonBoy. The fantastic Mistress Jay and her equally fantastic associate, Mistress Saskia, are fine examples of truly dominant women. And butler john boy gives yet another demonstration of just what true submissives will endure to obtain time in the company of cruel, heartless women.

I know for subs like my bitch-boy, who spend a proportion of their lives in vanilla time, the concept of a zero vanilla time life is probably a fantasy. But I wonder if such subs would really get more from life in such a relationship? A question impossible to answer I think.

 

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A truly bitch monologue!

Well I am currently finishing writing a journal with subject matter like my more usual journals. All about events under my roof. A couple of years ago I seemed to have got into a fixed routine of activities and routines of use and abuse of bitch-boy that I truly adored and thought could not be bettered. Writing journal entries seemed pointless as they would be a repeating loop of the same things.

BUT, over the last six months I have discovered and begun all sorts on new things. Some of which involve new equipment. So I have been recording these events. Below is an excerpt from a journal entry I have just finished. I can’t wait to finish the whole journal.

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Having given him my detailed instructions, I could not help indulging in some verbal mocking immediately. While he still knelt on the floor in front of where I sat on the sofa sipping from a glass of white wine.

        ‘All those pleasurable blow jobs to watch bitch-boy. It’s not going to be pleasurable for you though is it? Seeing all those cocks so much bigger than your little birth defect. And do you remember how blow jobs felt? Just think about when we first met. You spent so much time diligently with your head between my thighs, and gave me so, so many orgasms, I just felt the obligation to reciprocate from time to time. Nothing like how often you orally serviced me, but can you remember when I did. My hot wet mouth, that hard rhythmic sucking, those mind blowing orgasms inside my mouth. That must be nearly twenty years ago. I can’t imagine you remember just how good that felt; perhaps you do.

 Then you told me all about femdom and I took to it like a duck to water. But even then, for a few years, I used to have your little birth defect inside my mouth and between my soft lips; just to tease you as part of tease and denial. Sometimes doing that as a precursor to bringing you off with my skilled hands. Fucking was over for you by then wasn’t it. Over for the rest of your life, although you did not know that then did you; little born-again-virgin that you now are.’ I paused from talking at him to take a sip of my wine. He was looking so sad and wistful. Perhaps he had not taken time recently, or ever, to consider the heavy cost to his own pleasure that telling me about femdom had brought him. I was far from finished though. I was on a roll and my pitiless bitchiness was making my cunt wet into the bargain. Perhaps I had never thought fully about the heavy cost to his own

        ‘All those pleasurable blow jobs to watch bitch-boy. It’s not going to be pleasurable for you though is it? Seeing all those cocks so much bigger than your little birth defect. And do you remember how blow jobs felt? Just think about when we first met. You spent so much time diligently with your head between my thighs, and gave me so, so many orgasms, I just felt the obligation to reciprocate from time to time. Nothing like how often you orally serviced me, but can you remember when I did. My hot wet mouth, that hard rhythmic sucking, those mind blowing orgasms inside my mouth. That must be nearly twenty years ago. I can’t imagine you remember just how good that felt; perhaps you do.

 Then you told me all about femdom and I took to it like a duck to water. But even then, for a few years, I used to have your little birth defect inside my mouth and between my soft lips; just to tease you as part of tease and denial. Sometimes doing that as a precursor to bringing you off with my skilled hands. Fucking was over for you by then wasn’t it. Over for the rest of your life, although you did not know that then did you; little born-again-virgin that you now are.’ I paused from talking at him to take a sip of my wine. He was looking so sad and wistful. Perhaps he had not taken time recently, or ever, to consider the heavy cost to his own pleasure that telling me about femdom had brought him. I was far from finished though. I was on a roll and my pitiless bitchiness was making  pleasure I had imposed. I carried on, thoroughly enjoying myself.

        ‘So, the next stage was your little birth defect never ever entering my soft lips wasn’t it. How long ago was the last time I wonder. If only I had known at the time and written it down. Perhaps five years ago, probably more like seven or eight. But there was more for you to be denied from wasn’t there. Our current situation! Since the beginning of March, what’s that, six weeks ago? All your orgasms, if we can call them that, have been under the sole of one of my shoes with me standing on my wonderful stomping stage. (Blog post, 9 March, 2019).

 There have been no more orgasms from my skilful, elegant hands since I started with the stomping stage have there. My skilful hands, one wrapped tightly around your little birth defect and the other tickling your sensitive shaved balls. And with my hand I can keep that orgasm pleasure going for so long can’t I. But it’s six weeks now. Perhaps that will be forever.

 Perhaps you have had your last ever orgasm from my skilful, elegant hands. Imagine that. If from now on, it’s always and only under the sole of one of my elegant shoes, or a sweaty gym shoe, or an Ugg boot slipper, or even a muddy walking boot.’ He sighed a deathly sigh and looked up at me, his face a picture of pleading and hurt. He wisely stayed silent though. He knew a pleading word from him might cause me to make a snap decision he would SERIOUSLY regret. And he has learned that when my depravity ratchet clicks, it never un-clicks! I took another sip of wine and continued.

        ‘I looked at the calendar. I have the date of the last time I used my skilful, elegant hands rather than the sole of my shoe. The fourth of March. The fourth of March twenty-nineteen. Might that turn out to be the last time you came other than under the sole of one of my shoes? I wonder.’ He was breathing hard now with deep emotion in those breaths. I still had not finished. Time for a recap.

         ‘So what has happened, looking back. First, full-on blow jobs ended FOREVER. Next, fucking ended FOREVER. Next, your birth defect going into my mouth ended FOREVER. Now, have orgasms from my skilful hands ended FOREVER?’ I left the question hanging, took another sip of wine and wound things up.

         ‘Well, where did all that reminiscing come from when I simply began by giving you instructions for making a big cock, deep-throat, blow-job compilation DVD? What a strange turn of events. I’ve finished now though. So fuck off to the kitchen and prepare my evening meal. Plenty for you to think about while you are prepping and cooking.’ As he stood up, I made sure he saw my pick up my massager vibrator. I was far from ashamed that my mean, bitchy monologue and my nasty threat had aroused me a great deal. In his tight penis cage, while he was prepping and cooking, he would be able to think about me bringing myself off to a delicious orgasm as well as thinking about my mean, bitchy monologue and my nasty threat.

 

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Most shaming milking method

So back at the beginning of December 2018, I devised a new and shaming method of milking bitch-boy by pressing his clitty under the sole of my shoe onto a massager vibrator. Then in late February, I mentioned using a stomping stage and that I would learn to milk him on that by masturbating him with the sole of my shoe.

Well that has now come to pass, by a back and forth movement on his clitty shaft underside, just behind the head of the clitty. With skilful technique it can be a full orgasm, or by immediately removing the pressure, a spoilt orgasm or, by immediately pressing down extra hard, a blocked orgasm that does not squirt out (in a very unsatisfying manner for him) until one finally removes the pressure of one’s sole.

I cannot believe just how much I ADORE torturing his clitty under my shoe sole followed by milking him under my sole. The aesthetic, the symbolism and the sadistic pleasure.

What could be more symbolic of POWER AND MEANNESS than inflicting this shameful method of milking. Standing over him and looking down at him. Him looking up at the beautiful body he is never, ever allowed to fuck and never, ever will. And his precious little birth defect under the soiled sole of my shoe or boot. Never to cum again by fucking. Now, there will never be any skin to skin contact with me at all. No more of the expert touch and caress of my long, cool fingers. Now its, (on rare occasions only), just me jerking him off under my soiled sole as it moves back and forth, back and forth, just a little.

And that process, compared with the languorous, hedonistic and pleasurable way I have my many, many orgasms.

My only problem with it at the moment is I love degrading him this way SOOOO MUCH, he is getting to have spoiled orgasms more often than I would ideally like. I am sorry to repeat myself but this is because I literally cannot resist degrading him this way. So much pleasure for me having his birth defect under the sole of my shoe while I remind him not only about never, ever being allowed to fuck my amazing body, but also never ever again cumming through the skin contact of my hands. All his future ‘sex-life’ is to be with the soiled soles of my footwear!

 

 

My stomping stage

Well my contraption led me beyond a humiliating milking technique for bitch-boy and onto videos of standing on cocks and stomping on cocks.

This pleasure seems best achieved by having the male lie under a low stage or platform that has a hole in it, so I had to have one! And now I have! bitch-boy was given a week to design and construct a perfect stage or his denial period would get VERY LONG INDEED. He complied. I insisted the stage be large enough to accommodate two women as I envisaged sometimes it would be nice for my girlfriend Nicola and I to be kissing and caressing on the stage while one of us has bitch-boy’s vulnerable clitty squashed flat under our sole, and perhaps twisting the foot clockwise and anti-clockwise.

The humiliating milking technique for bitch-boy about which I previously posted may well become redundant shortly as I will now learn the technique I have seen on videos of milking a clitty under the sole of a shoe. (By a back and forth movement on the shaft underside, just behind the head of the clitty. With skilful technique it can be a full orgasm, or by immediately removing the pressure, a spoilt orgasm or, it seems, by immediately pressing down extra hard, a blocked orgasm.

Then there is:

  • tipping the contents of an ashtray onto the nasty object before stomping, to provide further degradation,
  • using muddy footwear to provide further degradation,
  • having two or three stems of stinging nettle leaves under the object while squashing it,
  • using footwear with different sole styles – V sole tread gym shoes, heavy snow boots, smooth soles like with my wedges, or sharp stiletto heels, (Always remembering wedges are easier to use while focussing elsewhere than stiletto heels.)
  • pressing down on the object on a slice of fresh, acidic, pineapple or lemon slices,
  • and on focussing elsewhere, while a sole is pressed down on the object, and perhaps twisted from left and right, – drying my hair, brushing my hair, doing my make-up, talking on the phone, kissing a girlfriend as mentioned above, etc.

Within a month of mentioning I may need to produce a second edition of my BDSM manual to deal with Curt Instructions, I find myself embarking on another new activity worthy of manual space. The Stomping Stage.

I do find it wonderful that as I approach 20 years of experience as a Mistress-Wife, there are still new things to discover to increase my pleasure yet further and deepen bitch-boy’s subjugation to, and awe of, me. I cannot believe just how much I ADORE torturing his clitty under my shoe sole; the aesthetic, the symbolism and the sadistic pleasure of inflicting both physical and mental discomfort this way.

 

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