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.
Or should I say, she once had me
It’s almost as if the designers of women’s loos knew…
I got caught up in the ‘you too’ movement – it just took one finger pointing languidly in my general direction, if I remember arright.
There’s actually relatively little outside work experience that can prepare a slave for the rigours of an OWK working stay, although I have heard that working for Amazon can help.
Not really. He was bending long before he finally broke.
Not quite sure what she means there. Housemaids’ and husbands’ roles are practically indentical anyway.
She was known for being a bully at school. I read an interview with a guy who was so traumatised by being mocked and humiliated by her in geography class that he abandoned the teaching profession entirely.
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First Sissy
Miss Maisie Sutton, First Sissy, is on her way from her office to meet with the President, Katharine, in the Oval Office.
She has some things she wants to discuss and she got her Diary Secretary to speak with the President’s PA to schedule a meeting. These meetings are informal and fun.
Although Maisie had breakfast with the President this morning, she needs more time to talk about important matters.
Firstly, what should she wear to go to the Governor’s Ball next month, secondly, can she go to Paris Fashion Week this year and, thirdly, can she have some shopping time when they both go to London in September, please!!!!!!!
Maisie is very much at home walking the corridors of the White House, her concerns are all about her and how she is feeling, she doesn’t care much about anything else, she has never understood politics and leaves that to Katharine.
She loves dressing up like an executive lady in a skirt suit with some papers in her hand.
Katharine knows Maisie’s worth for her image, a sexy sissy with a strong mind of her own, a good distraction for the media whilst she changes the country forever.
Miss Maisie Sutton, First Sissy, is going on a trip to where poor people live. She has had some bad publicity because she never goes near poor people or interacts with them or knows anything about them.
Previous First Lady’s often supported causes for the poor, but Maisie found it hard to be interested. She knew that her media team were worried, but she found it hard to even care.
Her media team had suggested she go and attend a meeting of local representatives in a working class district of Chicago and open a Community Centre.
So we find poor Maisie waiting for the helicopter to take her there.
After her visit, which went really well, Maisie admitted it was fun and the poor people and the smelly ‘no-hopers’ had been kept at a safe distance from her. She had given a speech which was kind and funny and everyone said how lovely she was.
That night, in the White House, she watched reports of her visit on CNN and Maisie kissed Katharine, the President and her wife and they both said how successful the visit had been with lots of very positive comments from the media.
Poor Miss Maisie Sutton, doesn’t need to think about poor people again for a while.
”We are really excited to welcome the First Sissy, Maisie Sutton.
Welcome, Maisie.
The president’s first term is going well, with many reforms around men and lots of popular policies around property ownership and voting rights and, of course, the curfew.
How much do you get involved in what Katharine, POTUS, is doing?”
”Thanks for the welcome, Rachel.
Well. I am not elected and have no official role in the administration, so my involvement is mainly over coffee in the morning just chatting about some proposals. Katharine may ask what I think, but it’s just wife and sissy talk, really.”
”Do you support the president’s aim to increase the female influence in the world and to treat men as owned species, with a responsible female in control.”
”Oh yes, I think it is wonderful how men have supported measures to control them and to place women in positions of management in our economy.
For example, I’m coming here this morning. My bag carrier is a man, my PA is a woman, a man drove me, I was accompanied by a female security guard, I went to have a coffee and was served by a male, there were no males allowed in the female section of the cafe and when I got to the TV studios a man showed me where to go and it was a man who knelt at my feet and massaged them as I waited in the green room. All the TV executives are female assisted by gofers and runners, who are male.
All this has become possible because of this President, my wife, Katharine.”
”There have been criticisms that no male voice or point of view is allowed.”
”Why do we need a man’s point of view? We can do it ourselves, surely.”
”But a man may have a good idea, how does he express it?”
”He simply asks his named female for permission to tell her the idea. She will then deal with it, maybe test it to see if it is any good, if it is then the man will be rewarded.
Men have plenty of those opportunities to express an opinion, it just has to be done in the correct way.”
”Thanks Maisie, after the break, how does Maisie look after her hair and skin to look so amazing?
I must look my very best for the President, Katharine Sutton. She says she loves me no matter what lippy I am wearing, but the press is kinder to her when I am at my prettiest.
At least, that is how it seems to me.
I am waving to a big crowd of fans and decide to go over to say ”hi”.
”Maisie, you are so pretty.”
”Honey, you are the best thing about this government.”
”Maisie, why don’t you visit the sick children in hospital?”
”Hey, Maisie, do you still smoke weed?”
”Maisie, you are so very beautiful, babe.”
I am flattered, but I know that they are really interested in my wife, Katherine Sutton, and are trying to get me say something bad about the government or the President.
The media are asking me all the time for an interview. They want me to talk about my wife, Katharine, as she is the President of the USA. They want to know if I am bored as her sissy wife, or who cooks in the private part of the White House or any number of trivial things.
Sometimes the requests are amusing, like what lippy I favour or who pays for the glamorous gowns I wear when supporting Katharine.
The President’s media team has to look at every request and decide if I can accept the invitation. It is usually ‘no, sorry.”
One TV show is a morning show for women and sissies and it is one I have been on many times. They are generally kind and get me to show off my wardrobe or my cooking skills or talk about my native country of the UK.
Katherine loves watching me on the show and often compliments me on my answers and the gracious way I avoid personal questions about her, like what her beauty routine is.
Today, however, the questions are not kind or simple, because of what I was heard to say at a political gala in Detroit when I thought the microphone was off. It was a big mistake and the media have been on hot alert for an explanation.
I was in a tight, short dress, sitting next to the President, when a very handsome man who was in the uniform of the US Marines walked by. I said, ”I wonder how big his cock is, I reckon I would be sore for a week, Mrs President.” Katherine smiled and turned to me, ”don’t be so crude, Maisie. not a good thing to say, or even think.”
The media went wild, and so the Media Team agreed I could go on the friendliest women’s show there is to apologise and explain my stupid remark. It went well, but I made sure I was contrite and assured the viewers that I am a good sissy, it was just the Marine was so cute.
The Marine was asked about it and said he was flattered and thought I was a very pretty and cute sissy.
The storm soon passed and for a while I wore very long and modest dresses and stayed silent whenever I was with the President.
It is two months later and I am in bed with Mrs President. We have made love, long and hard and I am sweating.
“Sandra, can you comment on these reports of the President having to deal with some brattish behaviour on her recent trip to San Francisco?”
“I don’t have much information on that, Lilian. I think it’s pretty well known that the First Sissy acts up occasionally and like any loving Head of Household, the President has to deal with that when it arises. I really don’t have anything more to add about what was a purely personal, domestic incident. But I do want to emphasise that the President’s disciplinary efforts in her domestic life don’t in any way distract her from the important work of this administration – especially the No Male Left Unsupervised legislation, which is her priority right now.”
First Sissy
Miss Maisie Sutton, First Sissy, is on her way from her office to meet with the President, Katharine, in the Oval Office.
She has some things she wants to discuss and she got her Diary Secretary to speak with the President’s PA to schedule a meeting. These meetings are informal and fun.
Although Maisie had breakfast with the President this morning, she needs more time to talk about important matters.
Firstly, what should she wear to go to the Governor’s Ball next month, secondly, can she go to Paris Fashion Week this year and, thirdly, can she have some shopping time when they both go to London in September, please!!!!!!!
Maisie is very much at home walking the corridors of the White House, her concerns are all about her and how she is feeling, she doesn’t care much about anything else, she has never understood politics and leaves that to Katharine.
She loves dressing up like an executive lady in a skirt suit with some papers in her hand.
Katharine knows Maisie’s worth for her image, a sexy sissy with a strong mind of her own, a good distraction for the media whilst she changes the country forever.
Zoe
First Sissy
Miss Maisie Sutton, First Sissy, is going on a trip to where poor people live. She has had some bad publicity because she never goes near poor people or interacts with them or knows anything about them.
Previous First Lady’s often supported causes for the poor, but Maisie found it hard to be interested. She knew that her media team were worried, but she found it hard to even care.
Her media team had suggested she go and attend a meeting of local representatives in a working class district of Chicago and open a Community Centre.
So we find poor Maisie waiting for the helicopter to take her there.
After her visit, which went really well, Maisie admitted it was fun and the poor people and the smelly ‘no-hopers’ had been kept at a safe distance from her. She had given a speech which was kind and funny and everyone said how lovely she was.
That night, in the White House, she watched reports of her visit on CNN and Maisie kissed Katharine, the President and her wife and they both said how successful the visit had been with lots of very positive comments from the media.
Poor Miss Maisie Sutton, doesn’t need to think about poor people again for a while.
”I love you Katharine.”
”I love you too Maisie. You make me so proud.”
Zoe
First Sissy
”We are really excited to welcome the First Sissy, Maisie Sutton.
Welcome, Maisie.
The president’s first term is going well, with many reforms around men and lots of popular policies around property ownership and voting rights and, of course, the curfew.
How much do you get involved in what Katharine, POTUS, is doing?”
”Thanks for the welcome, Rachel.
Well. I am not elected and have no official role in the administration, so my involvement is mainly over coffee in the morning just chatting about some proposals. Katharine may ask what I think, but it’s just wife and sissy talk, really.”
”Do you support the president’s aim to increase the female influence in the world and to treat men as owned species, with a responsible female in control.”
”Oh yes, I think it is wonderful how men have supported measures to control them and to place women in positions of management in our economy.
For example, I’m coming here this morning. My bag carrier is a man, my PA is a woman, a man drove me, I was accompanied by a female security guard, I went to have a coffee and was served by a male, there were no males allowed in the female section of the cafe and when I got to the TV studios a man showed me where to go and it was a man who knelt at my feet and massaged them as I waited in the green room. All the TV executives are female assisted by gofers and runners, who are male.
All this has become possible because of this President, my wife, Katharine.”
”There have been criticisms that no male voice or point of view is allowed.”
”Why do we need a man’s point of view? We can do it ourselves, surely.”
”But a man may have a good idea, how does he express it?”
”He simply asks his named female for permission to tell her the idea. She will then deal with it, maybe test it to see if it is any good, if it is then the man will be rewarded.
Men have plenty of those opportunities to express an opinion, it just has to be done in the correct way.”
”Thanks Maisie, after the break, how does Maisie look after her hair and skin to look so amazing?
see you after the break………………………………”
Zoe
First Sissy
”Katharine insists I be ‘me’ and just be girly and pink and not try too hard to be clever or have wise words to say.
I remember when a TV reporter asked me for my philosophy on life and I said, ”Just do you, that is all.”
The media went mad.
I was described as a very wise sissy, it just was insane, really.”
Zoe
First Sissy
I must look my very best for the President, Katharine Sutton. She says she loves me no matter what lippy I am wearing, but the press is kinder to her when I am at my prettiest.
At least, that is how it seems to me.
I am waving to a big crowd of fans and decide to go over to say ”hi”.
”Maisie, you are so pretty.”
”Honey, you are the best thing about this government.”
”Maisie, why don’t you visit the sick children in hospital?”
”Hey, Maisie, do you still smoke weed?”
”Maisie, you are so very beautiful, babe.”
I am flattered, but I know that they are really interested in my wife, Katherine Sutton, and are trying to get me say something bad about the government or the President.
I am too wise to fall for that nonsense.”
Zoe
First Sissy.
The media are asking me all the time for an interview. They want me to talk about my wife, Katharine, as she is the President of the USA. They want to know if I am bored as her sissy wife, or who cooks in the private part of the White House or any number of trivial things.
Sometimes the requests are amusing, like what lippy I favour or who pays for the glamorous gowns I wear when supporting Katharine.
The President’s media team has to look at every request and decide if I can accept the invitation. It is usually ‘no, sorry.”
One TV show is a morning show for women and sissies and it is one I have been on many times. They are generally kind and get me to show off my wardrobe or my cooking skills or talk about my native country of the UK.
Katherine loves watching me on the show and often compliments me on my answers and the gracious way I avoid personal questions about her, like what her beauty routine is.
Today, however, the questions are not kind or simple, because of what I was heard to say at a political gala in Detroit when I thought the microphone was off. It was a big mistake and the media have been on hot alert for an explanation.
I was in a tight, short dress, sitting next to the President, when a very handsome man who was in the uniform of the US Marines walked by. I said, ”I wonder how big his cock is, I reckon I would be sore for a week, Mrs President.” Katherine smiled and turned to me, ”don’t be so crude, Maisie. not a good thing to say, or even think.”
The media went wild, and so the Media Team agreed I could go on the friendliest women’s show there is to apologise and explain my stupid remark. It went well, but I made sure I was contrite and assured the viewers that I am a good sissy, it was just the Marine was so cute.
The Marine was asked about it and said he was flattered and thought I was a very pretty and cute sissy.
The storm soon passed and for a while I wore very long and modest dresses and stayed silent whenever I was with the President.
It is two months later and I am in bed with Mrs President. We have made love, long and hard and I am sweating.
”I love you, Maisie, my first sissy.”
”Love you too, Mrs President.”
Zoe
First Sissy
“Sandra, can you comment on these reports of the President having to deal with some brattish behaviour on her recent trip to San Francisco?”
“I don’t have much information on that, Lilian. I think it’s pretty well known that the First Sissy acts up occasionally and like any loving Head of Household, the President has to deal with that when it arises. I really don’t have anything more to add about what was a purely personal, domestic incident. But I do want to emphasise that the President’s disciplinary efforts in her domestic life don’t in any way distract her from the important work of this administration – especially the No Male Left Unsupervised legislation, which is her priority right now.”
Zoe