I should begin by explaining that BAV is an acronym for Born Again Virgin. A Born Again Virgin will never again for the rest of his life be allowed penetrative sex. My uxo, bitch-boy, has been a BAV for around 18 years now. I do not recall the exact date it was, when I allowed him penetrative sex for the last time ever, which also brings me to the matter of recording events and planning, on which I have previously posted. A tricky issue in reality if a last time ever is not at the time, planned as a last time ever.
Ms Scarlet curtsy i hope this is of interest, the 26th May marks the 20th anniversary of my last penetrative love making… . 20 Years a BAV… It is now 20 years since i last made penetrative love to my Mistresswife. i recall it well, our wedding anniversary celebrated in Prague. Serena had already accepted me as Her submissive husband, and knew of my attraction to female garments. On our return home, Serena commented on my increased tendency to need domination, punishment and submission to arouse me fully and even then, below Her expectations. It was agreed we would have a trial period of increased obedience and submission, little did i know then, that was the end of my love life as i knew it. Chastity followed within weeks, initially a CB2000, CB3000, CB6000s….etc. my current chastity a CB-X mini me, with many alternatives in Mistress Serenas possession. Over the past 20 years Mistress has taken a long term lover, i have been kept chaste with relief usually allowed every 12 weeks, even then, spoiled orgasms are usually the order of the day. i am fully shaven below the eyebrows. Feminine attire is semi permanent, punishment constant. Obedience, humiliation, tease, torment and bondage are all part of my every day, as of course is my servitude. This is a lifestyle we have chosen, for myself i am very happy, we are happy. It can be painful, frustrating and at time monotonous, but advantageous on many counts…least of all, making life easier for my MistressWife. tiffany
More uxos to be registered?
This had me thinking there must be BAVs out there who have yet to be placed on the BAV register. If any Mistress wishes to belittle their uxo and make clear his place in the world, by placing him on this public register with global access, I need the following information:
The name by which the Mistress wishes to be identified,
The name by which she wishes her uxo to be identified,
The exact or estimated date the uxo became a BAV,
The reason(s) why the Mistress found it appropriate to make the uxo a BAV.
I recently received a comment about the two volumes of short stories I published a few years ago.
The commenter asked why more people did not comment on my blog about the short stories. I answered that it seemed accounts of my real-life were much more popular. He replied, “After reading a few of your short stories I can tell you it’s not the stories that are the issue. I think it’s the absence of marketing. Maybe if you put a sample, 1 page, of one of the scenes it might ……..”
So below are all the details about both volumes and some experts.
Short Stories, Volume 2
Four medium length stories of ruthless female domination in scenarios quite different I believe from anything I have written about before. 56,000 words in length. Giving up work has given me time to let my mind and keyboard wander away from my wonderful reality for a while.
Sugarbutt, is a tale of pitiless revenge and personal profit on the ocean.
The Scaled up Android Babysitter, is a tale from the very near future exploiting new technology in a merciless way but the male being babysat is a full grown adult male.
Retirement home, is a tale of two young women from the wrong side of the tracks, making the most, in a radical and enduring way, of a male’s compulsion to submit to cruel females.
No rights for the ‘help’, is a tale of three sisters importing ruthless dominance values to their houses in the Western world.
We were about six weeks into the cruise and I woke one morning to find Louise and Melanie hunched over Melanie’s laptop and giggling and whispering together. I rose from the bed. They were on the internet on a BDSM video site and, having been looking for amusements to perform with or on Stub, had found an idea they really liked. They wanted to surprise me with the amusement but I insisted I was in on it from the beginning, but we could surprise the other girls. It seemed we had everything we needed on board. We gathered together Sub’s electric razors, and from the stores room, four yellow cleaning sponges about the size of paperback books and a large roll of duct tape. After lunch, with a petrified looking Stub carrying all the equipment, and being led by me on his leash, we went onto the top deck under the awning and banished the other girls to the lower decks to prepare our surprise for them. They were happy to leave us to our work for a while and excited about the surprise. Once the three of us were alone with Stub, Louise set about shaving his legs and arms with the electric razors. First the hair trimmer used by Louise and then the face shaver used by Melanie. Stub looked so miserable as he watched and meekly allowed it to happen, and so fretful over whatever was about to happen. At one point he asked what we intended to do and I slapped his face hard and told him to shut the fuck up.
Arms and legs shaved smooth, we had him lay on his back. We started with his right arm. He had to put his hand onto his shoulder almost as though he was showing off his bicep. I then held one of the sponges to the point of his elbow and Louise began to unroll the duct tape and loop it around his bent arm, around and around. This held the sponge in place, and eventually covered it, and held his forearm as tight as was possible against his upper arm. He no longer had a right arm that could be manoeuvred about freely. He just had an almost useless stump totally encased in silver duct tape. We did the same with his left arm. He began to panic a little as he could see how helpless he was becoming. Melanie told him he should be grateful we had included the sponge to each elbow and he had no idea why she was saying this. BUT HE WOULD! Arms turned to temporary stumps, we then started on his right leg, drawing the calf as close as possible to the thigh and foot as close as possible to his butt. I held a sponge to his knee and Louise began to unroll the duct tape and loop it around his bent leg, around and around. This held the sponge in place, and eventually covered it, and held his calf as tight as was possible against his thigh. We then did the same with his left leg. We stood when finished and looked down at him and smiled with great satisfaction and heartlessness. He was like a tortoise helplessly on its back with short stumpy limbs waggling about. Without further ado we manhandled him so he was on his knees and elbows. He whimpered and begged a little which we ignored. He would now have understood the purpose of the sponges as they spread his load over the points of each elbow and knee. We are so kind! I was about to call the other girls to come up and join us on the top deck when Louise stopped me with the hair trimmer in her hand. She bent down to Stub and ran the trimmer over the centre line of his head, from his forehead to his neck. Shaving a strip to baldness, the width of the hair trimmer. Louise has become so mean! She stood and surveyed her hair dressing work with a cruel smile. Stub was becoming overwhelmed and began to sob properly. So he should have. He looked utterly ludicrous now with a bald strip down the centre of his head and teetering on his little stumpy limbs. Louise then asked me to wait until she came back, before calling the other girls up. I was getting impatient. I wanted to show-off our new pet doggy but I waited. She reappeared from below decks with another sponge and the bundle of gardening canes we had come across during our last harbour stop. She dropped the sponge onto the very front of the deck and held one of the canes in her hand. She grasped the leash to Stub’s collar in her other hand. I wanted to be the centre of attention when the other girls joined us but Louise was adamant she should be in charge. With a huge smile I agreed. Her passion and petulance to take the lead and show-off was very amusing. She stood and waited as the girls filed up the stars to join us. There was serious laughter when they saw our new short legged puppy dog. And also some predatory looks of dominance and malevolence.
Retirement home.
Excerpt 2…….. She held out her empty glass to him indicating she wanted more.
‘Mmmmmmm lovely.‘ His face was neutral and he approached Kaylee and attempted to take the glass from her but it seemed her experiences with her young infatuated suitors bloomed into life. She held onto the glass so they were both holding it. He instinctively looked into her eyes. She spoke innocently.
‘Say thank you, like a good boy.‘ He had to thank her for the privilege of getting her more wine it seemed. Her expression was that of a predator about to pounce on helpless prey. She was enjoying herself. He managed to break away from her gaze and he blushed red as he looked at the floor. He whispered.
‘Thank you.’ Kaylee let go of the glass and responded in a patronising tone.
‘That’s a good boy.’ He rushed out of the kitchen with her glass, we assumed to get another bottle of wine from somewhere. Kaylee and I turned to look at each other. I spoke first.
‘He is one of those pervs who likes to be ordered about by women.’ Kaylee answered with a glitter of excitement in her eyes.
‘Yep, like little Kevin my little slave boy last summer. Remember? Only this is a grown man, not a fifteen year old.‘
We spent the next hour gently ordering him around and he obeyed us every time he received an order. We established his name was Derek and he lived alone and had just retired at fifty-five, his mother having recently died and left him some money. It was about two in the morning and Kaylee and I both needed sleep. We slept in his bed and he slept in his spare bed. Just before we went into our bedroom, Kaylee stopped and looked at him with a calm expression.
‘Would you like to kiss my boots goodnight? She ran her hands down her slim body to her long thighs and then looked at her boots. Although we had ordered him around all night this would be his first blatant expression of slave status and adoration of us. He stood still looking at Kaylee’s boots and bit his bottom lip. eventually he blushed as he whispered.
‘Yes please.‘ Kaylee spoke in an innocent but amused tone.
‘Go on then. Five kisses to each boot.’ He dropped to his hands and knees and kissed her boots as instructed. I expected Kaylee to look over to me and smile and wink, but she did not. She stared down at him, her hands on her hips and her expression was of pleasure and command. Not a game now. She was seriously in her element. He finished and went to rise from his position but Kaylee gently pushed his head back down with her boot. She spoke quietly.
‘And Ashleigh’s boots?’ He froze. It was hot and serious. No joking now. without raising his head he crawled the short distance to my boots and began kissing. I am no angel! He kissed the first boot five times and then I counted and as he reached the fifth kiss of the second boot, I kicked out again, catching his lips. He grunted. I spoke as though he was being naughty.
‘What do you say?’ He knew I was referring to my spiteful kick. After a pause, he whispered.
‘Thank you.‘ My pussy flooded with my juices as I looked down at him. The feeling of control was so hot. While he remained on his hands and knees, staring at the floor, we walked into his bedroom and closed the door. Very unusually for us there was no fit of giggles and falling about hugging each other. I spoke with seriousness.
‘That was fucking hot Kaylee. He’ll do anything we want and he even thanked me for kicking him. Fucking hot! Do you feel the same?’ Kaylee stared into space and nodded slowly for a long time.
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Short Stories, Volume 1
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A couple of commenters, in relation to my recent post of the account of Sissy Maid Sonya, have mentioned Madame Rebecca who lived a FLR based around cuckolding and her sissy maid. She used to run a yahoo group. She died quite a while ago, but there is a partial archive of her writing on Fetlife… https://fetlife.com/groups/23675
Several people have commented how much they liked Madame Rebecca’s material, so I decided to have my bitch download her archive and I have begun to read it.
What I liked so far
Firstly, very good, is her attitude. An unwavering belief that she deserves and will get EXACTLY the life she wants for her sexual and other pleasure, and ease, at whatever cost to her husband. Included in that attitude is that she is fully relaxed while being uncompromising and pitiless. I adore such an attitude and always find it quite hot indeed.
This attitude particularly relevant to chore duties, humiliating sissification, sexual denial and cuckolding.
Secondly, she employs both corner time and storing away in a cupboard when not needing her maid, and what I particularly adored was she had identified a specific corner in every room as the storage space for her husband-maid. So no matter in which room they were both occupation, she simply utters the word, “Corner“, and her husband-sissy-maid knows where he must go to push his nose to the wall and stand silently without fidgeting, until further notice.
I know from my own experience that, especially in front of visitors, suffering corner time is very very, very humbling and humiliating for the occupier of the corner!
To throw in my own two-pennies worth, there are other options to corner time that are even worse for the uxo and so, even more pleasurable for the Domme. An even deeper humiliation is for the uxo to be dressed as a parody of a little girl and sit on the floor or a small chair, and have to quietly but audibly, play a game with dollies, emulating the persona of a little girl, lisping and all. I know from my own experience that, especially in front of visitors, this tribulation is very very, very humbling and very very, very humiliating, for the ‘little girl’. Much worse than mere corner time. (Volume 23 of my journals goes into great detail.)
And an option of a different type is for the Domme to sit in a swing seat with her boot on the throat of the uxo who lays on his back in front of her seat. Retching and gagging and whimpering can be heard, (but not too loud), from somewhere down below, as the Domme rocks away; reading, or attending to social media or phone calls with girlfriends.
What I hated so much
Her ludicrous belief and assertion that ALL men could be dominated in the way she dominated her husband. I abhor all falsehoods relating to FLRs. I abhor all generalisations relating to FLR that do not stand up in any way to scrutiny.
One generalisation that DOES stand up to scrutiny is that, when it comes to FLRs, and to a male submitting to a woman, there are two very distinct types of male. Uxos and non-uxos. Only uxos can be compelled to become sissy maids, (as simply as by the Domme saying “Do you want domination my way, or no domination at all”.) And an uxo would find deep contentment in being helplessly in the power of a dominant woman with a bit of a mean streak, who would enforce that.
Whereas, a non-uxo male could only be forced into becoming a sissy maid by extreme measures like, unlawful blackmail or domestic imprisonment and physical force. And the non-uxo male would get zero contentment in being helplessly in the power of a dominant woman with a bit of a mean streak.
One reason I abhor this misinformation so much is how it makes it even more difficult to increase the number of women who will run an FLR, if the topic is filled with confusing misinformation. Much like a husband telling his wife he is a submissive person, when of course he means he is an uxo and wishes to submit to her, but is not actually submissive at all other than to her, and perhaps some other dominant women.
It is almost as annoying as the huge number of uxos on FLR related social media who make statements along the lines of, how the world should be run by women and all the males submit to that. An uxo should realise that not all men feel like he does at all! An uxo should also realise that, there are great men and great women who should be running things in this world, and also, there are appallingly stupid men, AND APPALLINGLY STUPID WOMEN, who should not be running anything at all, not even an FLR.
Over the last three years I have received comments from Sissy Maid Sonya, and I have asked questions which have been answered.
So I provide below, an account of yet another FLR. Please leave comment-questions if there are gaps in the picture.
Comments and details from Sissy Maid Sonya
When Mistress C. and I met and our relationship became serious, I told her about my desire to cross-dress and specifically my maid fantasies. This was certainly new to her, but she was open-minded and accepting. Like most eager submissives, I definitely came on very strong in the beginning and she became overwhelmed. I took her acceptance of what I had told her as enthusiasm equal to my own. So we had to slow things down a lot.
Since my desires were primarily in the service realm (I see myself as a service oriented sub), we started off slow. For a variety of reasons–personal and kink related–I took on the household cleaning responsibilities–bathrooms, kitchen, cooking, laundry and vacuuming. Over time, we established a routine that when Mistress C. would go out to her athletics class on Wednesday nights, I would put on one of my uniforms, clean the apartment, practice walking in my heels, and then stand in a spot in front of a mirror and wait for her to come home and inspect me and my uniform. As time went along, she began to assert her preferences. For example, that I only ever wear skirts or dresses and that I always wear some type of heel. She never wanted to wear heels, but as her maid it was appropriate that I do so.
Over time, I proved to her that I was serious about being a maid and not just dressing up like one for sexual purposes. As we both became more comfortable with my submission, she grew into being more dominant. I introduced her to the Brassiered website and shortly after that we purchased my first chastity device and my first bra. That was a big turning point. I haven’t gone without some form of chastity since–whenever I pleasure her, I must be in my chastity cage and I can only come with her explicit permission.
Following the introduction of chastity and bras, Mistress C. began to assert herself further. She decided to add more regular feminine clothes to my wardrobe to carve out times where I could be submissive, but not in uniform. So now I have a collection of skirts and dresses that we have picked out and I have a specific, classical feminine style. Additionally, she added corsets and girdles because she thought I would look good with an hourglass shape or as a pinup girl. Mistress C. made me learn how to do my makeup and purchase a wig so I could be feminized from head-to-toe. She added a feminine name and I took on more household responsibilities. As a gift, I purchased her a Hitachi wand and that became a key part of our sex life. We also began to explore BDSM a bit more, incorporating gags, cuffs, an improvised cage, and most recently a spreader bar. She also began adding new rules to my submission that she never plans to roll back such as when she goes out, I must be in uniform and doing chores until she returns. I can only come with her permission either into my cage or into the toilet.
After reading the Brassiered website, Mistress C. became more comfortable with being dominant in her own way. She had very stereotypical ideas of being a Dominatrix in her head and it took a while to shed them. She dresses as she wants–almost always very comfy clothes–while I am in uniform and fully feminized. She punishes me when she wants and only if she wants. As she said recently, “Your punishments are necessary and arbitrary.” So that I never know when they may be coming and how severe they will be. She recently told me that she wants to put me in 6 inch heels. She has as many orgasms as she wants, whenever she wants, while strictly controlling mine.
From the very beginning, Mistress C. never wanted to do the housework and additionally, she has a muscle issue that makes housework difficult for her. So the idea of not having to do the housework was appealing to her. At the beginning she felt guilty about it–mostly she felt like she wasn’t living up to societal expectations about adults being totally self-sufficient. She came to see that needing help with the housework or shifting it to me was totally fine and that such societal expectations were damaging.
I think what happened in her mind was that she started seeing real, everyday benefits to my submission and not just maid’s fantasies. I kept the house clean. When I was dressed up, I was less anxious and more present. We were having very pleasurable sex–especially after I bought her the Hitachi Wand). It was not something out of Forced-Fem fiction or anything like most of what exists on the internet, but she was seeing very practical, day-to-day benefits to a FLR–a clean house, ironed clothes hanging in the closet, meals cooked for her, etc. Once she started seeing those practical benefits and how hard I was willing to work, she became more interested in asserting her preferences. The guides available at Brassiered made her feel more comfortable asserting herself as well.
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Mistress C. has taken to using an app to help dominate me. Specifically, she uses a home chore app designed for families with children. Within the app, I have weekly/bi monthly, monthly, and seasonal chores. Each chore has a point value that I can use to earn infrequent rewards—a new uniform or outfit. Some chores, however, like line writing lead to a deduction in points. A line writing session with lots of mistakes can take away an entire week’s worth of points from chores. Additionally, Mistress C. subtracts points whenever she likes.
She likes the way the app has helped me keep the house spotless and organized. She was pleased last week when she saw me cleaning out and wiping down the fridge simply because the app told me to do it.
(Note for Mistress Scarlet: I have posted previously here as Sissy Maid Alice Jane, but after a recent FLR pause due to a family health issue, Mistress C. decided, once we were able to fully start back up again, on 2 big changes. First, to change my name to Sonya. She decided she liked it better. Second, Mistress C. completed her promise make me a BAV on August 16. I believe there is an entry on the BAV registry under Alice Jane. So please feel free to update it with my new name and status.)
It’s called OurHome, but there are plenty of other similar ones on the market. The app has its own lists of chores and you can add your own as well. You can also organize them by part of the house: kitchen, bedroom, etc. Then you can make your own categories like “Training” or “Behavior.”
Mistress C likes it because it frees her up from having to ask me for my chore lists and allows her to administer swift little punishments without having to get off the couch. I like it because it keeps me organized and every week I know exactly what chores I need to do so I can budget my time effectively.
I agree completely with tiffany-maid. As much as I would love Mistress C to wear clothing that excites me, it’s not my decision. In fact, I have to wear clothes that please her. I am the only one in the household who wears corsets and high heels. My feminine wardrobe consists solely of uniforms, dresses, and skirts—no pants or shorts allowed because Mistress C doesn’t want me to wear them. She naturally wears whatever she wants.
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Mistress C. enjoys putting me in my cage on weekend afternoons once I’m done with my chores. She clips my wrist cuffs to the cage which is made of NIC storage grids and has a chain linking my collar to my cuffs. She refers to this as “double-cage time” since I am also kept in chastity.
The cage stands in the corner of the living room where she can keep an eye on me or completely ignore me. Mistress doesn’t like to be bothered with coming up with additional things for me to do, especially when she’s doing whatever she wants, so cage time reminds me of my status until she has something else for me to do or until she lets me out of my maid’s uniform.
She can see me from the couch but I’m not in her direct line of sight if she’s watching TV or playing on her computer. I often find myself in my cage on weekends after I’ve finished my chores but before Mistress C. is finished with me being in uniform. I have to stand in the cage in my heels and stare out into the living room, so I’m aware of everything going on and just how little attention she is paying to me. It’s very tedious and I dislike it immensely, but I also look forward to it as it perfectly demonstrates my status in her household.
I also have a spot in the corner of the living room where Mistress C. will send me to stand if she doesn’t want me to set up the cage. In that case, I have to stand facing the wall and cannot see what she is doing.
Besides putting me in my cage, Mistress C. likes to secure me to the bed, gagged and blindfolded, and leave me there for hours.
She generally does this after I’ve completed my chores and before she’s ready to use me for personal services. I’m dressed in one of my sissy maids uniforms, corset, tights, high heels (4 inch at the minimum), wig, and full makeup. I am also locked into my chastity cage and my metal collar. Since making me a BAV, Mistress C. has been extending the time between my orgasms, so there’s no guarantee for me that she will grant me relief at the end of a session.
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From my own experience, I think there is truth to the regrets part. Now Mistress C. only allows me to come into the toilet and under her supervision (and much less frequently than in the past).
I certainly miss coming as often as I liked and wish I could do it more often. But I also don’t want to go back to when she exerted less control over me. Over the past year-plus, Mistress C. has increased her dominance and has no plans on rolling any of her changes back. And I find those changes intoxicating and they have only deepened my devotion to her.
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Mistress C. does enjoy making me do menial or tedious activities like line writing, strap-on practice, or time in my cage. She has a vibrator that I purchased for her and still uses me to pleasure her.
As her maid, I obviously take care of the household chores. I very much enjoy being her maid. I’ve always been drawn to the maid role. The tedium activities—not so much. She’s fantasized about loaning me out to her friends to do chores and has left me at home while she goes to a work function or something similar with a list of tasks to accomplish. But we’re also very private and only 1 other couple knows of my role as a maid but they live far away.
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Mistress C. makes me endure a similar regime for my releases. I am not on as rigid a schedule as Tiffanymaid. Releases are very much at Mistress C.’s whim—she does not like the idea of a schedule as she feels it creates an obligation for release when it’s entirely up to her.
When she decides to grant me release, she sets a 5 minute timer that starts the moment I unlock my cage. I then have 5 minutes to take my cage off, go into the bathroom, reach an orgasm, and then put my cage back on. Mistress C. remains in the bedroom and constantly reminds me how much time I have left and that I need to hurry up. Failure to be back in my cage at the end of 5 minutes results in severe punishment. Occasionally, I am successful at orgasming but often I have to stop to make sure I get back in my cage on time. She has no sympathy for my failure to accomplish everything in time and insists that I should be grateful for her allowing me any kind of release and I’ll either have to get faster or accept that I’ll only ever have ruined orgasms going forward.
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The typing quiz is part of my weekly training. I have to write 100 lines while dressed in one of my maid’s uniforms. The lines come from a pre-approved list, but are all sissy maid or submission related. For example, “Serving as a sissy maid is my purpose in life.” My Mistress finds the test helps instill a proper submissive mindset.
My Mistress has an escalating punishment scale for mistakes. Mistakes 1-10 are equal to the same number of strokes with a crop (10 mistakes = 10 strokes). Mistakes from 11-20 count double. So 15 mistakes equals 20 strokes (the first 10 and then 5 more times 2). Mistakes 21-30 are tripled and the punishment continues to escalate from there.
We know that an uxo is defined by their need to feel helplessly in the power of a dominant woman who has a bit of a mean streak.
We know a relationship of a Domme and an uxo is a symbiotic relationship. They are different entities and get different things from the relationship, but both benefit enormously.
Well there are some simple ways, just by the Domme talking, that both parties can get more from their relationship.
Take for example that my bitch is inescapably locked in his chastity 24/7/365. No erections. No touching. No orgasms. Sometimes, when in a situation of one sort or another that arouses him psychologically, or reminds him of his denials, he begs with all his heart to be allowed to get erect.
Now I could simply say, “No“; and bring the matter to an end. This does have the effect he craves most as an uxo, of, feeling helplessly in the power of a dominant woman who has a bit of a mean steak. Very helpless, and a very dominant and mean streak. He hates hid denials of course, but without enduring what he hates, he would not be a totally content uxo. (That old uxo paradox.) By simply saying, “No“, I get a lovely power rush and sexual arousal as, (I admit), I am being so extreme and so very, very cruel!
BUT: I can both increase the intensity of that feeling he needs, and thereby increase the intensity of my pleasure feelings, if I drag-out the exchange.
Please, please, please Mistress, please let me be allowed to get erect. Just for a minute, just once every two weeks, perhaps. Please, please, please Mistress, please Mistress.
Oh dear bitch, do you miss your little birth defect getting all hard and erect?
Oh so, so much Mistress, So much Mistress. I’m not even asking to be allowed to cum Mistress. Just to be allowed to be erect. Please, please, please Mistress.
Well perhaps I could allow it, just for me to laugh at you being so pathetic. Perhaps allowing you to give it some squeezing and some manipulation too. How ridiculous you would look. And you would certainly be serenaded by my mocking laughter and derisive comments.
Well kiss my shoes for a while, while I think about it. [He begins worshipfully kissing my shoes. Twenty seconds go by.]
Is it worth 30 very hard strokes of the cane bitch? [He pauses for quite a time, and then with reluctance he confirms it is worth that.}
Oh wow bitch. It must be very, very important to you. 30 very hard strokes of the cane! Wow!
It is so, so, so important Mistress. Please, please, please Mistress.
Well the answer is NO, bitch. You may not get erect. I just get so turned on whenever I think about how I have effectively removed your sex organ completely. I looooove it bitch. [A huge sigh from my bitch, and some dry sobbing too.]
But I will still give you the 30 very hard strokes of the cane! Just because I can. Because I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and to you, can’t I.
Future Talk
A bit of utilising neuroscience, and/ or personality component research. I know this will put off some people, but I urge you to read on, to the very end. I was initially sceptical about this issue, but I experimented and wow, I am glad I put my skepticism to one side.
Of the many fine-detail personalty components that exist, that make us such different people with different personalities, one is whether you ‘live’ in the moment or focus most of the time in the future. It has become very clear that I live in the moment while, apart from in extreme ‘visceral’ circumstances, my bitch focusses on the future.
I will not go further with the explanation but move onto the practical.
I can think, and say to my bitch, “All locked up aren’t you. No erections ever. No orgasms ever. No sex organ or sex life to speak of. I get so turned on when I think of the life I am imposing on you. My celibate, genderless, porn. ”
These words effect me deeply as I speak them. However……I have used these words with my bitch and in response, there is some sighing and slow shaking of head and a miserable expression. But if instead, I add some extra words at the end, the effect on my bitch is amazing! “All locked up aren’t you. No erections. No orgasms. No sex organ or sex life. I get so turned on bitch, when I think of the life I am imposing on you. My celibate, genderless, porn. And that is how its going to be, FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. THE NEXT MONTH, THE NEXT YEAR, THE NEXT TWENTY YEARS. FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.”
Now I am no longer talking about the current moment, I am talking about the future. His response to this augmented speech, is to very, very emotionally beg and plead and dry-sob; over and over. I have mentioned his amazing robustness and capacity to cope with all sorts of vanilla and FLR adversities and it seems that is mainly because he sees things in the moment as transient; adversities that will soon pass. (For instance, he has no problem with a filling at the dentist. Once when I queried this, he explained he simply thinks about how it will all be over in a few minutes. So it is no big deal. This was a revelation to me. I had never considered before thinking such a thing while under the dentist’s drill. I lived in the moment; every horrible second of it!) But, back to him. The future will not soon pass. That is to be dreaded, that is hanging over his head. It will not soon pass.
I further experimented to find that his ‘future’ can be 5 minutes to go, or twenty years and everything in between. The effect is still the same. If I am thinking of giving him a very thorough, tied down on the bed whipping, in around five minutes time. I can simply do so when I am ready to. Or I can, immediately I have had the thought, announce, “I will be giving you a very thorough, tied down on the bed whipping in 5 minutes or so bitch. I will be using all of my implements!” . He begins to beg, and beg and plead. He is miserable and feeling so utterly helpless, as he thinks about what is shortly to come. And that is begging I would never have heard, if I had not given notice of this imminent event. Begging that gives me a lovely power-rush I would not otherwise have had.
I benefit enormously by living in the moment given my life is so full of pleasures from my domination of my bitch. It suits me just fine. So, you can think all this is psycho-babble-poppycock nonsense and a waste of time, but even if you do, there is a reason these two activities are in the same post.
Even if you do not believe there are people who live in the moment, and people who focus on the future, think about the benefit of announcing an endurance in advance. The uxo almost certainly begs and pleads, and is caused to feel helplessly in the power of a pitiless dominant with a mean streak, thus increasing his sense of uxo contentment, AND, the Domme gets a lovely power-rush listening to all the genuine pleading and begging, AND, that brings us back to the first activity in this post. The Domme can drag out that pleading and begging, giving both yet more affecting symbiotic stimuli.
(Finally, I will mention that one extreme ‘visceral’ circumstance when my bitch DOES live in the moment, is when my domination activity at that moment, is SERIOUS and INTENSE; if you know what I mean.😉 )
An ignoramus has left an ignorant comment on my last post on my Facebook page. If any wonderful blog follower is at a loose end, I would adore someone replied to the ignoramus’s comment please. It would be better coming from someone other than me.
Just a thought.
For those that did not know, I have a X – Twitter, and A Facebook account and a Facebook page. Should this blog ever go down, that is where I will post about my situation at the time.
If you read my Journal No. 23, you will know I use a 20 sided dice from time to time. And a 50 sided dice too.
My main use of the dice is, if I am feeling generous, I will allow my bitch to roll a dice for a chance to experience an activity otherwise prohibited for the rest of his life. It is very amusing.
Not long ago, although his birth-defect was securely locked in its little cage, I gave him his last ever tickling/stroking touch of my fingers to his scrotum and perineum. I did this to a countdown from 20 to 1, to “NO MORE EVER!” Twice, I did miss out a few numbers during the countdown I am afraid. I am so unfair to my poor little bitch sometimes. And there were tears, because he knew I was deadly serious. I did tell him I would, from time to time, allow him a dice roll for a chance to experience the activity again.
The other day he had produced a very fine meal indeed. I told him as a reward I would give him a dice-roll chance of experiencing the tickling/stroking touch of my fingers to his scrotum and perineum for perhaps half a minute. His face fell when I told him to get the 50 sided dice, but he was careful to avoid being ungrateful, which would have cancelled the dice roll immediately.
He brought the dice to where I stood on the polished wood floor, and he knelt as he has to, to drop the dice between my pretty feet in their sexy shoes.
I had him to choose a number. He began to breathe heavily and whimper and whine. I gave a barked instruction of impatience. He, almost reluctantly, chose 17.
The roll of the dice produced 38. He sighed heavily. I laughed mockingly. I told him to look at me as I spoke. “Do you want domination my way, or no domination at all bitch? You can choose whatever you want. I won’t have any problem either way. I could easily get a young female uxo for me to satiate my needs. You and I will never part. I will always want you as my husband.” He looked very defeated and helpless when he answered, “Domination your way Mistress.” I snorted derisively, “Just a pathetic little uxo aren’t you. A pathetic little uxo who is so very, very lucky indeed, to have a cruel Mistress-wife …………………….. who is also totally out of his league.” He confirmed he was lucky, but he did look very subjugated.
I had to go upstairs for an orgasm while he cleared the table and the kitchen. I had two orgasms!
(If any Mistress wishes to experiment with dice rolling before purchasing a special dice. Type dice throw into google and you can try out a dice throw with a dice of any number of your choosing, A dice with even more than 50 sides if you like.)
(For the word-pedants among you, I quote Collins dictionary: In old-fashioned English, ‘dice’ was used only as a plural form, and the singular was die, but now ‘dice’ is used as both the singular and the plural form.😃)
From time to time I post updates I receive via Fetlife from cuckold-Tiffany-maid. It has been a while since the last one. Below are the latest mini-updates I have received. (I adore the attitude and behaviours of Mistress Serena!)
Further…. Ms Scarlet, just to add a little more to the previous comment. We purchased the Head Cage & Mitts a fortnight ago. Alas, i was in hospital last week for a ablation (heart procedure), which was extremely painful. As a result Serena and i have yet to fully experience the aforementioned cage/mitts to a great degree. ( When i spent an hour in them, hands were rendered helpless, and the head cage was a “tsd” experience (with an added blindfold) . The access to the items and immediate effect being an attraction. The Holy Trainer is being worn 50% of my time ( i am always in chastity 365, 24/7) It is extremely restrictive and i am not sure yet if it is suitable for full time use. Since Serena took up a new post (work) She has no time to do much housework etc. i have reduced my own workload to about 50% so i now do almost all the housework. (Dressed accordingly when able) Nettles… used as always. We have a crop in the greenhouse, and more spread in corners and behind shrubs. All methods of application are used. Cuckolding… Mistress continues to see Her long term lover. Spending every other weekend with him. i do not serve him in any manner, but am on friendly, talking terms with him, he obviously knows my status to Mistress Serena. So… Mistress Scarlet… due to the procedure of the past week, my activities are hugely reduced till after easter. Once we get back to a decent routine i shall report accordingly. ( I shall post a pic on Fetlife of the Cage/mitts, and in a few weeks put one up of my wearing it) Respectful admiration as always tiffany
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An April Fool… Mistress Scarlet curtsy W/we trust You and bb are well and the drab weather this year hasn’t been too depressing. April 1st is one of my relief/release days, Serena specifies a 12 week period of chastity hence 1st Jan, Apr, July, Oct are my “special days” when i am allowed to cum. Being a Bank Holiday, i served Serena breakfast and went about my usual tasks. There was an unspoken atmosphere as i dare not mention the day, or my expectation. Sure enough after breakfast Serena granted me the treat i had been waiting three months for. i need not have bothered… Serena and i convened in the “Punishment Room”… my CB-X mini was removed as Serena orally teased me (the cage is 1.1”) . She then presented me with my blow up sheep. “You have three minutes” was all She said. i dislike the blow up sheep especially without lube. Inevitably, i wasn’t even able to arouse and remained in my usual state of being tiny, flaccid and useless. Serena gave me a look of despair as the minutes ticked by, and sure enough within five minutes of releasing the chastity, it was back in place, locked for another 12 weeks.
with all my respect….. tiffany
Response from Mistress Scarlet
I do adore Mistress Serena. I wish to use your communication as a blog post. I would theretofore like some clarifications. Orally teased you, actually means verbally, rather than her lips to your defect? Was her look of despair, more accurately, a look of disdainful, mocking contempt?
Ms Scarlet curtsy … i was delighted to hear from You, as Serena & i have had quite a miserable time over the past 24+ months with work and health. Irrespectively, W/we have managed to maintain our F/l, D/s relationship, albeit on a lower level. Keeping in touch with You and updating You was always a pleasure. RE. April 1st. Orally teased did indeed refer to Her addressing me in derogatory terms (understandable under the circumstances ). Again, You correctly appreciated the phrase “despair”. It was precisely one of disdain and perhaps contempt on seeing Her “husband” fail so miserably. Trust this is suitable confirmation, and of course please feel free to edit and post. Hopefully, it is O/our intent to get back to a more intense and daily pattern, where and when relevant i shall post You accordingly. Yours, as always and ever, respectfully… tiffany
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Ms Scarlet curtsy As a postscript to my recent communication, i thought this would please and amuse You, albeit a tad repetitive. Only a few days after my failed relief, i was released from my cb-x cage, alas Mistress Serena decided “clitty discipline” was required. Hugely influenced by Your good self, i was hooded and funnel gagged, otherwise naked. Strapped to the bed, Serena poured Her piss from a jug in measured amounts throughout the next two hours. Hot water & exfoliating scrub gloves, toothbrushes, brushes, plastic rulers where used to punish my exposed clitty. This lasted 15 minutes. Next Serena placed the nettle apron over my waist, and very fresh, young nettles stroked/whipped my clit for 15 minutes (agony). Then, Serena place my now swollen clit in my nettle pouch for 30 minutes. Despite my now very swollen and burning clit, “Lady Linnex” was applied and i suffered for a further period before release. Very subdued, the CB-X was relocked in place, before i set about tidying and clearing up. In truth, it was genuinely, one of the worst “clitty discipline” sessions i have experienced. We attended a concert that night, and my clit was still stinging way past midnight. Yet…. i slept soundly that night. Ms Scarlet…90% of this activity is influenced by You. We both respect and thank You very much. Yours in all honestly, respect and admiration tiffany
Ms Scarlet curtsy As a postscript to my recent communication, i thought this would please and amuse You, albeit a tad repetitive. Only a few days after my failed relief, i was released from my cb-x cage, alas Mistress Serena decided “clitty discipline” was required. Hugely influenced by Your good self, i was hooded and funnel gagged, otherwise naked. Strapped to the bed, Serena poured Her piss from a jug in measured amounts throughout the next two hours. Hot water & exfoliating scrub gloves, toothbrushes, brushes, plastic rulers where used to punish my exposed clitty. This lasted 15 minutes. Next Serena placed the nettle apron over my waist, and very fresh, young nettles stroked/whipped my clit for 15 minutes (agony). Then, Serena place my now swollen clit in my nettle pouch for 30 minutes. Despite my now very swollen and burning clit, “Lady Linnex” was applied and i suffered for a further period before release. Very subdued, the CB-X was relocked in place, before i set about tidying and clearing up. In truth, it was genuinely, one of the worst “clitty discipline” sessions i have experienced. We attended a concert that night, and my clit was still stinging way past midnight. Yet…. i slept soundly that night. Ms Scarlet…90% of this activity is influenced by You. We both respect and thank You very much. Yours in all honestly, respect and admiration tiffany
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