Submission guidelines
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
Hello Servitor,
Is it me or is there a bit of a nipple on the first cap? I wonder what your So-so will say about that…
Cat-o-nine tails?
Paddle?
Cane?
Or the three of them, for your atonement…
Servitor… You are just a naughty boy.
Well, ummm…. only if you look carefully, TBAS. And I didn’t. Obviously. Look carefully, I mean. Clearly you did and I hope you have a special Someone who might take an interest in that…
But It is certainly true I’m just a naughty boy. Some might say I’m incorrigible but my SO tries her best nonetheless.
Best wishes
S
As the years have gone on, I have found that I need my coffee to be more intense. Consequently, it is always espresso for me now, a small and very quick shot taken in a single gulp, made by my own hands and only when Mistress decides it will be good for me.
She has a surprising level of interest in this area actually. She has recently even suggested I should contemplate roasting my own beans.
Mr Mouse
That does sound nice. My SO, in contrast, is considering cutting coffee out of my diet entirely. She says it makes me tense and edgy and it’s quite true that I often feel nervous – even anxious – these days, so I expect she’s right.
Best wishes
S
”Max, stop sweeping and come and sit on the floor, here, OK? I have something I want to ask you, OK?”
Two of my friends from uni were with me, Amanda and Joanna.
Max cam over and knelt before me as I sat at the kitchen island in a high chair. I was holding my cell phone.
Amanda: ”He is always such a good boy,”
Joanna: ”Sweet, and obedient.”
”Now, Max honey, do you remember what you were doing at about 10.30 this morning?”
”Well, goddess, I was ironing on some shirts and panties, I think.”
”OK, very good. What did you do at the same time?”
Amanda: ”Ooh, has he been naughty, Zoe?”
”Yes he has, Mandy honey,”
”You see, Max, I have an app on this phone. We have talked about this, but you have forgotten.”
Joanna: ” I’ve got that app, it monitors hi, right? I use it to check on Paul. Look, it shows he is working in the garden. You are in big trouble, Max? What did he do?”
”Tell me, Max. NOW!!!”
”I didn’t do anything wrong. I may have looked at my chastity, it was chafing a bit, goddess.”
”Max, you do not touch your, chastity, you know that. If it is chafing, you just man up and deal with it.”
Amanda: ”What is going on, Max?”
”At the start of this year, my goddess said I could have release at least once a month. I have had short releases on four occasions out of eight months. I wasn’t trying to get it off, this morning. Just have some feelings.”
Joanna: ”Disgusting pig!”
Amanda: ”Unforgivable!”
”The app doesn’t lie, Max. It shows some pulling, some tampering, some keyhole fiddling. Explain, please. I won’t be as mad if you are honest.”
”Well, my most high goddess. I was waiting for the iron to heat up and I sat down and looked at my chastity CB6000. It was a bit loose, as I was very small. I put my little finger in the gap and just touched my ‘wee wee”. Sorry, goddess, I am so ashamed.”
Now, the rules are that any sexual activity without permission must result in very severe punishment.
As my friends were there I slapped him and put him in the corner with his nose to the wall. I didn’t want pressure from them to harm him, after all this is the first time he has done something so naughty and it has been at least two months since he was free of chastity.
The evening continued and they went home late with promises of meeting up for a coffee very soon.
When Amanda and Joanne had gone I told Max to tidy up and then go to bed, with the promise that we would talk about his naughtiness on the next day.
Zoe
That does sound ominous, Ms Zoe. I do hope you won’t be excessively severe with young Max. Equally, I’m sure it would be a great mistake to be too lenient. I don’t doubt you’ll find the happy medium to give him just the lesson he needs.
Best wishes
S
Dominant women rule most men because of their oversized male libido.
Yes, the male libido is an odd beast, that needs much whipping and taming, before it can be domesticated and put to useful service.
Best wishes
S
Max was punished. I gave him a caning to remember.
His naughtiness wasn’t so much that he tried to tamper with his chastity CB5000, but that he didn’t tell me he was chafing.
I would have had some sympathy for the poor sissy. I may have taken it off and applied soothing lotion to his little widdle cock. Maybe!
Thwack!! ”Ouchhh.. ten goddess. thank you goddess.”
You do not fiddle with your chastity, Max, understand?
Thwack!! ”twenty goddess. thank you. Yes, goddess I am so sorry, it was just uncomfortable. I should have asked permission to adjust the CB5000 to make it more comfy. So, so sorry, goddess.”
”Aww poor you. I know it hurt sometimes, but you must have been thinking naughty thoughts to make your cock get bigger and make it uncomfortable, yes?”
”Ma’am, I have been thinking of you. You are so beautiful and it has been two months since my last release, it was only for ten minutes, but it was worth it. The cummies were amazing!”
Thwack!! ”Sorry goddess. Twenty goddess. Thank you goddess.”
So it went on until he received thirty well deserved strokes of the loving cane. He kissed the cane and thanked me for my trouble.
Such a good sissy bitch.
I have noticed some improvement, but I really must schedule some time to let Max have some free time from the chastity 5000.
I must admit I don’t enjoy the process. It is messy and a bit gross, but it is good for him to have something to look forward to. I promised him that this year he would have relief at least once a month, unlike last year when he didn’t have a release at all.
Unfortunately, as usual, I have been so busy that it has only happened in January. April and June. I didn’t mean for it to be so few times but I don’t think about it much and so I forget and he mustn’t remind me or ask or beg. Never!
I understand he likes a wank now and again, but if it doesn’t happen it is not important.
He is such a good sissy.
Zoe
That seems fair, Ms Zoe. After all, I don’t imagine Max enjoys the process of caning, either, but if it gives you something to look forward to, I hope he wouldn’t begrudge you.
Best wishes
S
Regrading sexual satisfaction statistics: it has to be said that castration does wonders for the orgasm gap!
Depends which way around that orgasm gap’s going, Trooper. In any event, it’s not a matter of how many orgasms you get but how many you deserve, as my SO likes to say, and I can’t disagree with that.
Will Lance Corporal Barker be coming to join you, Trooper Corbett?
Best wishes
S
She said to me: “ Do you have balls enough to become my eunuch”?
Alberto
The question, surely, Alberto, is whether she has balls enough. I mean, she’s been collecting them for years, now, surely it’s time to move on to another hobby.
Best wishes
S
“Oh, that jar? He was one of my first patients. He couldn’t compare to his wife’s lover in the bedroom, so she brought him to me for treatment. He begged, cried and pleaded. He even ate out my ass, just to try and motivate me to reconsider! But in the end I had a job to do and no matter what he thought, the glands between his legs had belonged to me since the moment he had walked into my clinic.
Maybe a year later I got a wedding invitation in the mail. Apparently his wife had divorced him some months ago and was going to marry the boyfriend. One of the food options at the reception was leg of lamb, so I simply had to go. Imagine my surprise when at the ceremony I saw him standing up front as one of the groomsmen! I ended up peeling him away from the crowd during the dancing, and chatting with him over a dirty martini. Apparently she completely took him to the cleaners in the divorce: she got the mansion and both Porsches, and almost all of their savings were already in her name. Their younger daughter had been conceived with a sperm donor, so the judge decided to give mom full custody. Actually she gave her full custody of both daughters, because she didn’t want them separated. He had been living in an old friend’s guestroom – I think the ex-wife paid for his travel to the wedding.
Since we hit it off so well at the wedding, I told him to write to me. We kept up a correspondence for about a year, actually. Last I heard of him, his long-term dominatrix had decided to take him in as a permanent slave. I don’t think she lets him write letters… I imagine he would write me if he could! I suppose we can call that a happy ending, no?”
It certainly sounds like everyone who mattered lived happily ever after, Flash, and that’s the main thing.
Many thanks for your contribution, as the castratrix said to the sex offender.
Best wishes
S