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Source a cock-stomping stage

On the theme of yesterday’s post, (and previous posts), it dawned on me that so many Dommes will miss out on this powerful, stimulating activity because I don’t believe cock-stomping stages are available for easy purchase, not even on-line.

It is possible to cock-stomp without a stage if the male’s birth defect is resting on a pile of thick hardback books or a coffee table but these options do not any where near provide the full subjugating experience for the male or the full powerful, stimulating experience for the female. I think there is a gap in the BDSM equipment market!

Fortunately for me, bitch-boy is great at things like carpentry so I instruct him to make a cock-stomping stage and I get one. And it is custom made for his body size and my requirements.  (For example, my requirements did include that the stage be easily big enough for my girlfriend and I to both be standing on it in an embrace, or side by side.)

I think a fairly humorous documentary compilation video could be put together on cowboy built home made stomping stages. I have noticed in videos, stage legs too short so the stage precariously rests and rocks on the males stomach and the Domme needs surfing skills to remain standing. I have also noticed stages with a board of insufficient rigidity so it sags with the weight of the Domme as she moves around and again she needs surfing skills to remain standing.

There are two distinct types though. One type has a hole just the right size for a cock to poke through. The other type has a hole big enough for cock and balls to poke through. My stage is with a cock only hole. The cock is so robust that I feel unfettered in what I do to it with my shoes and boots, while the balls can be damaged fairly easily and require hospital treatment and I do not want to have to be careful when I am stomping. There are however plenty of videos of balls getting astounding treatment from women who are not being careful on stomping stages!

The legs are easily removed for storage with the stage I had bitch-boy make. Perhaps I should have him make  an alternative top with a bigger hole so I can choose on my whim which top to use on any given day?  I did wonder if I should have bitch-boy set up a business providing custom built stages!

If any blog follower knows of a retail source of cock stomping stages, please leave a comment. Considering some of the amazing (and expensive) BDSM furniture that is available and that a good stomping stage is so easy to make, and that the experiences of uses are so intense, I am amazed these stages are not more readily available.

 

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Best cock stomp vid – at the hairdressers

I doubt I have posted enough to fully explain my pleasure from how much I love stomping on bitch-boy’s cock when it pokes through the stomping stage to which he is bound. Stomping, squashing, kicking, pressing and twisting. I really could do it for hours.

And the fact that the only way he has been allowed to come since early March, is with me on the stage and rubbing his birth defect under the sole of my footwear, simply increases the cruel decadence I feel!

I do love videos of this activity and particularly those videos when the stomping Domme is almost ignoring the male while his cock is squashed and tortured under her shoe; while she gets on with something else. Me kissing and caressing my girlfriend as we stand on the stage while one of us has bitch-boy’s birth defect under a pressing and twisting shoe is certainly an example of that delight!

Well this short video is a FANTASTIC example of that phenomenon!

I particularly love squashing the object when it is flaccid for two reasons. One is that it can be almost squashed flat and it can be grotesquely deformed in the most bizarre ways; especially the head. The second is that the male is not sexually aroused while being abused so.

And well, could female supremacy be better portrayed in a single image, than an image of a flaccid cock grotesquely flattened and deformed under the sole of the shoe of a woman?

A new form of tease and denial

I have always loved tease and denial, linked to always punishing the birth defect when it is erect. In more recent years, I love the reports of denial linked to no erections allowed ever; even if the male sees erotic things or the male isinvolved in providing sexual pleasure for others. I have reported on these situations quite often.

husband sissy maid Chrissy and Mistress Pamela and candy floss

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I would loooove to enforce such a cruel regime on bitch-boy as the shame would be so overwhelming for him, never ever allowed to be hard, or better still unable to ever get hard, but I would miss much too much, the sadistic pleasures I get from punishing his erection. One cannot have everything! (And I do spend a lot of time punishing that erection in lots of different ways!)

So I was amazed to come across a method of humiliating tease and denial that I had never heard of before, despite my 20+ years of experience in BDSM. (I LOOOOVE learning new things!!!)

Comments on this blog from eddieh, about the regime his ‘Mommy’ enforces on him, describe this new-to-me novel approach. The essence is that, far from never allowing him erections, or punishing his erections that arise, eddie is forced by his ‘Mommy’ to spend hours, under strict monitoring, touching himself and maintaining an erection, but he is NEVER allowed to orgasm.

‘Mommy’s’ mantra is, ‘Boys cocks stay hard and boys balls stay full.’ A basis for the theme appears to be that little boys are always fiddling with their cocks.

I provide the relevant comment below which I have edited as I think the writer has English as a second language(respect to him). I also removed the things not relevant to this bog post and added things that I think fill in gaps of data in the comment. (I have asked for more details to fill theses gaps but none has been provided)

I fear punishment ever so deeply and yes at times Mommy scares me to death.

 Mommy is to the point and blunt and doesn’t play around with words. Mommy hates men she will even go as far to say that she hates all men but will tolerate a selected few.

Mommy told me she noticed that I had a lot of air in my head (her way of calling me dumb) and explored me a little more. Mommy doesn’t come out and say to anyone that she is a lesbian the most she will say is that she enjoys females in every way.

Mommy considered I had a smaller than normal penis and that she would have no choice but to treat me as a small boy. I am now for all intents and reasons her little boy. I have no assigned age which ranges somewhere from just starting puberty to all the way back to a baby. She often tells me and some of her friends that I am her retarded baby. Most deem me as retarded for this or that reason. While that hurt me a lot at the start, I now find that term as a sign of endearment because I am not capable of being a real man.

When going out I am dressed like a small boy would be Dressed. A Disneyland character t-shirt and I only have light weight pants that have no zippers and cut with plenty of croch room in them. Mostly sweat type pants or scrub pants; that kind of thing. I am kept shaved from the neck down. 

Boys with little hairless pee-pee’s don’t need underwear, but sock’s can be worn in nasty weather. Mommy has no other name than Mommy and in the house or out in public. That is who she is and that is how she treats me. It is very embarrassing always being treated just like a small boy. This includes having to refer to her as Mommy when we are out and in front of her friends at home.

One thing that is very noticeable about Mommy is her almost OCD behavior when it comes to how she feels about males. Mommy believes that all males should be kept with a frustrated hard on. Hurting, horny and frustrated with very few or no orgasms. Boys cocks stay hard…Boys balls stay full!

I learned on my first days with Mommy, after my first body hair removal, that all little boys constantly fidget with their pee-pees and do not stop until they are told. So that is what I must do. To ensure that I will be doing this Mommy found the right size penis ring for me to wear. It fits around my penis and goes all the way to the bottom. When I am completely flaccid the ring slips off. That is a very big no-no.

When I am made to keep erect, Mommy checks at any random moment by telling me to hold my pee-pee straight down. The ring must not fall off! It does not take a lot work to keep my penis slightly large enough to keep it on. One hand fiddling with my pee- pee and I must have the thumb of my other hand in my mouth.

Of course that is not an all day or night activity, but I do spend a great deal of my free time that way. Many, many hours. Mommy has spent a great deal of time training me what erections without sexual release stand for, for her and me as well. So every night, sometimes after hours of being erect all day, I am locked into a chastity device. And I am locked into it whenever unsupervised.

You must understand that it is MOST important to Mommy that no one would think sex between us has ever happened nor, for me, sex of any kind with anyone or any gender other than my own hand has ever taken place. She reiterates this to all her friends all the time.

Mommy has me doing one of the 4 different types of erection training daily if not all. 1st is the normal fidgeting at the top to keep erection started and going. 2nd is the brainwashing erection with very slowly and light movements of the middle finger and ring finger. Fast enough to stay erect but slow enough not to cum. These can go on for an hour or more and always feels like a very, very, very long time to me.

3rd is I bring my knees to my chest with feet up in the air and rub up and down with a flat palm and fingers. Mommy tells me lots of times that is how she did it when she was a little girl.

4th most scary, Mommy has me on her dining room table tied and uses penis teasing of different kinds, many times with vibrations from wands. She is not testing me not to cum on such times though. She always pulls the vibrator away just in time. These are times I feel insanity will happen for sure.

When no more chores are left and Mommy doesn’t want my help, I spend a lot of time locked in my bare room. She has two cameras with mic and speaker. One is like a baby monitor she can take with her and the other is tied into her home security system. She also has a phone app that she can use to see and hear everything no matter were she is. She puts a bucket with a lid in the room that I can make pee-pee in.

I have to stay hard for hours and I do not even know if Mommy is looking at the camera wherever she is.

I also spend a lot of time in the living room on my baby blanket in front of Mommy’s couch. I have my black female baby doll, my blocks, coloring books and my tablet to watch infants’ cartoons on. This time is also used for breastfeeding or yum-yum time ( that can happen anytime all the time). Yum-yum time being providing oral sexual service to her.

Punishment spankings can happen any time too and they are painful and the way I am treated afterwards is just as painful. I feel many times my whole world is falling apart. I never want to make Mommy mad like that!

Making (Ice cream) her word for me that means ejaculation or cum is always met with a very severe punishment spanking. All males should be kept hard, horny and frustrated. Boys cocks stay hard and boys balls stay full. I fear these punishments ever so deeply and yes at times Mommy scares me to death.

Mommy has me dress up as her little girl from time to time and one thing she told me is that she gets lonely for female company and that helps her with that. Mommy normally likes the white sundress with a bow or ties in my hair. Mommy still doesn’t allow underwear I guess in this case I should say panties.

My BDSMLR site

My new BDSMLR site that replaced my Tumblr site already has 1600 followers. I imagine so far BDSMLR has far fewer users than Tumblr.

My Tumblr site had over 18,000 flowers before Tumblr was sold and ‘explicit’ images were banned. I always took from the number of followers an indication that there were/are many people who share my tastes in female dominance. Particularly things not in the Femdom mainstream industry, like; #males distressed by petticoating humiliation, #males undergoing hours of tedium, #males being humiliated and ignored, #wives, girlfriends and or mothers-in-law dressed in everyday clothes humiliating a male who is naked, or is a sissy maid or school-girl, #the use and abuse of males in everyday homes, #’lesbian’ wives with their girlfriends cuckolding their chastised husbands .

So where possible, I do not post images in dungeons or where women are in corsets, leather or PVC. Some examples:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I imply ‘I post’, that is not actually the case. bitch-boy is given a number by me, of posts to make each week, sometimes high, sometimes low. And these posts must all be images I LIKE VERY MUCH. If I do not like one, or I am inadequately titillated by one, he is, of course, punished. And given his state of sexual denial and his inescapable chastity cage, I am sure the poor thing finds this task quite a trial!

There are no posts of lesbian domination. As much as I adore a pic of a helplessly bound and very vulnerable female submissive, I feel such imagery is not suitable for male submissives to be pointed toward.

 

Make it a dick-stick for shame and frustration

In the course of my posts on dolly-potty-time, one comment was posted asking what a dick-stick is.

I had posted on this on 27 March 2014 and the link on that post was to a photo no longer available as it was on TUMBLR. So I have updated the link and supplied a very recent photo on my BDSMLR site. (The extra thickness of the shaft towards the base in the photo, is excessive tape, not his shaft being of larger diameter than just behind the head! I have since perfected the tape so the taped shaft is of a tiny diameter all the way to his stomach which is visually wonderful for me, and deeply shaming for him.)

To create his dick-stick I have him, in a flaccid state, pull his penis head away from his body as far as it will go, (under threat of severe punishment if he does not comply exactly). This makes the shaft become long and very, very thin. It actually becomes as long as it would when erect, around five and a half inches – but very, very thin. I then take some medical tape and wind it around, very tightly indeed,  starting just behind the head –  winding all the way to his stomach. The stretchy adhesive tape, pulled tight and wound around and around, makes for quite a ‘stiff’ organ which is very amusing indeed.

Obviously the result is hugely comical. He cannot get even the slightest erection, urination is painful or impossible and when the adhesive tape is removed the skin is sensitive and a little sore. Win – win – win – win.

So far I have limited the dick-stick treatment to about an hour as I wonder if longer could cause harm. I think I will up the duration to 1.5 hours soon as no harm  seems done with 1 hour.

The visual imagery when his wrists are secured behind his back and I handle the dick-stick and apply Deep Heat to the head, is beyond arousing! So helpless and vulnerable and USELESS as a sex organ!

 

 

 

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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The DEEPEST sissy shame

I received two comments from a mummy of a sissy and I was so very pleased that I had. They are my favourite comments to have received for quite a time, mainly because of the great ideas within and how much Courteney appears a kindred spirit of mine! I have combined the comments below with an excerpt from an email exchange.

I know it is not to the taste of all who follow my blog, but those who read my journals and blog know that enforcing a parody of a little girl role on my bitch-boy, (in front of female guests, so so much better), is one of my very favourite things to do. It is one of my very favourite things to do for the simple reason that it is what deeply shames my sissy bitch-boy more than anything else. He is so SERIOUSLY humiliated and miserable when so forced. Particularly when it includes forced playing with and verbal exchanges with dollies AND at the same time includes tedium.

You will know of his colouring-in with dolly ritual. Well the commenter, Courteney, has devised another amazingly shaming and tedious dolly ritual for her sissy, that includes verbal exchanges, and tedium, that she explains in the comment at the foot of this post.

Blog followers are always very helpful with my procurement problems, so I will ask for yet more help. I have never been able to find a potty for sale on-line that is adult sized and looks like a proper baby’s potty. One big enough that bitch-boy having to sit on it for hours, just as Courteney’s  sissy must sit on his, does not quickly become cramp inducing.

I do have a supposed adult potty for bitch-boy which I have had him paint pink and put little girl stickers on. But in truth it is not that large and it is shallow so has  and has practical problems. And when you think of the size of a real baby’s potty in proportion to a real baby it is TOO SMALL!

 

COURTENEY’S COMMENTS

Dear Scarlet

Being the ‘Mummy’ of a Little Sissy myself I do enjoy reading your journals and it would be true to say they are an inspiration at times. Ian (or should I say Sissykins) has been my ‘Little’ for a number of years although, like yours, he requires constant ‘training and tuition’ in order to achieve high standards in both his Domestic and Personal Duties.

Recently I have noticed your comments on Dollies and it reminded me of one of my favourite exercises which I and many of my friends really enjoy. Sissykins has her own Potty and so does her favourite Dolly ‘Rosey’ Whenever I decide it is Pottytime she has to fetch Rosey’s Potty, lower her panties and sit her on the potty. Simultaneously I have Sissykins sit on her Potty facing Rosey.

Both are sitting there panties by ankles and I insist on eye contact between them throughout the process. Every fifteen minutes I check on Sissykins and she must check on Rosey to see ‘if Tinkles have been made’ To her Sissykins lisp and ask her Dolly if she has made Wee Wee’s brings howls of laughter from those who witness this shameful ‘performance’ It is mortifying for Sissykins to sit there for long periods regularly speaking to Rosey while adults are present. Perhaps BB would like to opportunity to experience this as well?      Perhaps BB it may amuse to know that as I write this reply Sissykins and Rosie are ‘making Potty’ here in my study!

For the life of me I cannot understand why more Females do not employ such routines and techniques. Since petticoating and babification of Sissykins I don’t think I have picked up a mop or a duster and certainly not an iron!

I do have a daughter who has two small children and I do find it incredibly amusing to remind Ian that while he has to remain in diapers and plastic panties for the rest of his life, the two young girls are able to wear ‘Big Girl’ panties; something he will never be permitted to wear.

His use, as in sex, is strictly governed by myself. He has not had ‘penetrative privileges’ for over three years now but thankfully his tongue is well trained!

Thank you so much for the kind invitation. What a deliciously delightful opportunity! I shall of course email you if I plan to be in your vicinity.

Sissykins is standing outside the bathroom at the moment awaiting both my cane and my supervision of his nightly ‘cold shower’ before his diapering and bedtime; which is always 6.30pm, so I had better leave you now.

Do let me know how the ‘Dolly Potty’ goes. I do so enjoy having Sissykins and Rosey ‘on the Potty’ when my daughter or friends visit. It is quite hilarious listening to his ‘little chats’ with is favourite Dolly while he an dolly they both sit there on their potties!
Kindest Regards

Yours Courteney (Ian’s Mummy)

New Chastity Cage

I recently realised I had not posted about bitch-boy’s latest chastity device.

Here it is with the link below this paragraph. It is a bit of a tight squeeze, but how could one resist getting a model labelled as EXTRA SMALL! I use a padlock in the device as shown in the picture and another one through the ring of his frenum piercing. Zero possibility of escape, including no escape by pull-out.

EYES ON HER PRIZE (EXTRA SMALL) METAL CAGE

Obviously given even my casual gear, he finds his enforced chastity rather tough. So no surprise when released, (and made to take a Cialis pill), it is easy to manipulate him to full erection even though he knows nettles, or the ruler, or the sole of my wedge shoe will be causing him sorrowful anguish. My high impact boxing gear. A good activity for maintaining muscle mass and bone density in preparation for growing older.

 

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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!