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.
Just the way she likes it
Be aware she might just push your limits a little, OK? Or she might just want to breeze straight past them to get into the fun zone as soon as possible… whatever.
You might wonder whether there is evidence that her method gets results. It does: the boys she thrashes are in pain for days and have a terror of her that lasts the rest of their lives… and that’s exactly the result she’s aiming at.
Don’t worry, you won’t need to break the fantasy by handing over cash to her. She’s come up with a clapping and counting game for you to chant your banking log-in details.
Works for me. Spend long enough in chastity and you develop an ‘everything fetish’ anyway.
It’s unwise to waste your breath on pleading, but don’t worry if you can’t help it: you won’t offend her.
You may not know much information now, but believe me: you’ll have learnt about a lot of new things by the time they’re – or you’re – finished.
8 thoughts on “Just the way she likes it”
Bad news, Servitor: I tried to find Serena of Serena and Alice infamy on Akinator this morning and got no results… it took the genie eighty questions to give up, including ‘Is your character a lesbian?’, ‘Is your character gay?’ and ‘Is your character homosexual?’ in that order.
Worse news, Shorty, that’s Serena’s doing and it’s just the way she likes it. Serena long ago invented technology to hack and monitor anything and everything on the Internet, and she uses it to keep a very low profile, scrubbing all traces of her existence (specialists in missing persons in police forces worldwide wonder why the stats showing a large rise in young men going missing never seem to make it out there). She also uses it to find obscure cute kitten videos for Alice – Alice really likes videos of cute kittens, as well as those depicting the torture and violent death of male humans (something both ladies enjoy).
Frankly, the only reason I can write about her on this blog is that everyone thinks the stuff I post is untrue, so she doesn’t care.
So… your interest in her has probably been logged. Not much to be done – maybe she’ll be merciful, there’s always a first time, right? But if I were you I’d move home and if you do go out, stick to well-lit places with plenty of people around – oh, and if you see a windowless van keeping pace with you, try heading into pedestrian-only zones.
Best wishes and good luck. If we don’t hear from you… well, y’know. Yeah… good luck.
Maisie, the First Sissy, is relaxing with some old school friends in a New York apartment. They are chatting about school days and she is asked about life with Katharine, the President, in the White House. She only touches on light fluffy things and doesn’t give any real information away. Too often she has found that if she makes an unguarded remark it can make its way into the gossip magazines or the late night chat shows. Even the most loyal and loving friends can be tempted to sell a report of a chat for a thousand dollars to the tabloids.
As she goes down to the lobby she can see a group of paparazzi outside and so she asks her security detail to ask the driver of her limo to pick her up at the rear of the building. As she gets back to the private quarters of the White House she takes off her designer dress and bra and rolls down her pantyhose as she kicks off her shoes. Katharine is away at a conference and so there is no one to talk to about her day.
It can be lonely being a sissy in this town. She looks down at her locked chastity cage as she puts on her silk robe and goes to get a coffee. It has been about two years since Katharine has allowed her any release, and tonight she is feeling in some need of release. She knows it’s not to be, so she slides into bed and watches a chat show where the guest is claiming to have been one of her old boyfriends. Showbiz types often lie like this to gain some glamour and seem worldly wise. Maisie has never met the guy, but she finds it amusing that he might be believed.
Her only lover for the last twenty years has been her wife , Katharine, she has never slept around or dated any men.
She falls asleep, happy and contented, if a little in need.
Thank you, Ms Zoe. I do hope there’s someone to look after Maisie while her better half is away. I mean someone from the responsible gender, not some big burly security guard. It’s not that she’d get up to mischief, but sissies can panic if they don’t have clear instructions and boundaries.
Oh my wonderful Alberto. He makes me melt.
His boss at work was sort of a sissy. I could feel he was denied. A women can feel this; I don’t think men can. His boss was kind of sad. Anyway I pretended to find him desirable. I told him he must have big balls. Actually his balls were shrunken. Nevertheless I let him inside me a few times , and Alberto got his promotion.
I felt sad for the sissy, as he was doing everything to get inside of a woman, but the women weren’t interested.
On the other hand, since for years I have aroused and used mental chastity on alberto. When I first started, women weren’t so interested in him. Now over the years, his penis has shrunk and his balls have grown. Women feel that and now he is constantly flirted with. Alberto just says they are making friendly conversation, but I know what they’re doing. They’re trying to steal him.
It’s a jungle out there.
Be careful.
Rosita.
It’s a jungle out there, but women are working hard to tame it – trapping and either domesticating or rendering harmless all those savage beasts, Rosita.
Speaking personally, I’ve always found welly boots deeply alluring. There’s definitely something about a well-spoken women from the shires wearing Hunter wellies and taking non nonsense!
I can’t disagree with you there, PP. And most such ladies wouldn’t put up with any squeamishness when it comes to getting them cleaned, either. A few mouthfuls of good old-fashioned country mud never did any male any harm, and there’s a fine selection of crops in the basket by the boot stand in case of any hesitation.
Bad news, Servitor: I tried to find Serena of Serena and Alice infamy on Akinator this morning and got no results… it took the genie eighty questions to give up, including ‘Is your character a lesbian?’, ‘Is your character gay?’ and ‘Is your character homosexual?’ in that order.
Worse news, Shorty, that’s Serena’s doing and it’s just the way she likes it. Serena long ago invented technology to hack and monitor anything and everything on the Internet, and she uses it to keep a very low profile, scrubbing all traces of her existence (specialists in missing persons in police forces worldwide wonder why the stats showing a large rise in young men going missing never seem to make it out there). She also uses it to find obscure cute kitten videos for Alice – Alice really likes videos of cute kittens, as well as those depicting the torture and violent death of male humans (something both ladies enjoy).
Frankly, the only reason I can write about her on this blog is that everyone thinks the stuff I post is untrue, so she doesn’t care.
So… your interest in her has probably been logged. Not much to be done – maybe she’ll be merciful, there’s always a first time, right? But if I were you I’d move home and if you do go out, stick to well-lit places with plenty of people around – oh, and if you see a windowless van keeping pace with you, try heading into pedestrian-only zones.
Best wishes and good luck. If we don’t hear from you… well, y’know. Yeah… good luck.
S
Maisie, the First Sissy, is relaxing with some old school friends in a New York apartment. They are chatting about school days and she is asked about life with Katharine, the President, in the White House. She only touches on light fluffy things and doesn’t give any real information away. Too often she has found that if she makes an unguarded remark it can make its way into the gossip magazines or the late night chat shows. Even the most loyal and loving friends can be tempted to sell a report of a chat for a thousand dollars to the tabloids.
As she goes down to the lobby she can see a group of paparazzi outside and so she asks her security detail to ask the driver of her limo to pick her up at the rear of the building. As she gets back to the private quarters of the White House she takes off her designer dress and bra and rolls down her pantyhose as she kicks off her shoes. Katharine is away at a conference and so there is no one to talk to about her day.
It can be lonely being a sissy in this town. She looks down at her locked chastity cage as she puts on her silk robe and goes to get a coffee. It has been about two years since Katharine has allowed her any release, and tonight she is feeling in some need of release. She knows it’s not to be, so she slides into bed and watches a chat show where the guest is claiming to have been one of her old boyfriends. Showbiz types often lie like this to gain some glamour and seem worldly wise. Maisie has never met the guy, but she finds it amusing that he might be believed.
Her only lover for the last twenty years has been her wife , Katharine, she has never slept around or dated any men.
She falls asleep, happy and contented, if a little in need.
Never mind, Katharine will be back next week.
Zoe
Thank you, Ms Zoe. I do hope there’s someone to look after Maisie while her better half is away. I mean someone from the responsible gender, not some big burly security guard. It’s not that she’d get up to mischief, but sissies can panic if they don’t have clear instructions and boundaries.
Best wishes
S
Oh my wonderful Alberto. He makes me melt.
His boss at work was sort of a sissy. I could feel he was denied. A women can feel this; I don’t think men can. His boss was kind of sad. Anyway I pretended to find him desirable. I told him he must have big balls. Actually his balls were shrunken. Nevertheless I let him inside me a few times , and Alberto got his promotion.
I felt sad for the sissy, as he was doing everything to get inside of a woman, but the women weren’t interested.
On the other hand, since for years I have aroused and used mental chastity on alberto. When I first started, women weren’t so interested in him. Now over the years, his penis has shrunk and his balls have grown. Women feel that and now he is constantly flirted with. Alberto just says they are making friendly conversation, but I know what they’re doing. They’re trying to steal him.
It’s a jungle out there.
Be careful.
Rosita.
It’s a jungle out there, but women are working hard to tame it – trapping and either domesticating or rendering harmless all those savage beasts, Rosita.
Best wishes
S
Welly Boots
Speaking personally, I’ve always found welly boots deeply alluring. There’s definitely something about a well-spoken women from the shires wearing Hunter wellies and taking non nonsense!
PP
I can’t disagree with you there, PP. And most such ladies wouldn’t put up with any squeamishness when it comes to getting them cleaned, either. A few mouthfuls of good old-fashioned country mud never did any male any harm, and there’s a fine selection of crops in the basket by the boot stand in case of any hesitation.
Best wishes
S