The voice of authority
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.
First Sissy
Katharine, the President, is in the Oval Office studying some ideas for further legislation to ensure men have fewer rights and more obligations. It is a subject which has always fascinated her and so she writing some ideas for her team to investigate, in order to come up with at least five proposals that will ensure the supremacy of all women in the USA. For those of you who enjoy reading about fashion, she is wearing a silk blouse in sky blue with a knee length skirt and pantyhose, her hair is tied back and she has horn rimmed glasses on.
Meanwhile Maisie, her sissy husband, and First Sissy is in the private quarters having a late breakfast after a night of clubbing with her friends. She switches on the TV to see the Morning America style programmes to check on cooking tips and fresh make up ideas. She is not surprised when there is an item on her hair, lots of discussion about whether it is better in an up do or loose around her shoulders. There are some pictures of her with her friends entering the ‘Georgina Club’ looking glamorous and wearing an american designer’s mini dress. It always amazes Maisie how much time is spent talking about her and her outings without her wife, Katharine.
The President enjoys hearing about her amazing sissy wife and her fun times. She is far too busy to go clubbing, but she knows Maisie is still young and loves to dance and, she suspects, to flirt with sexy guys. The media are mostly sympathetic and enjoy reporting on the lovely First Sissy.
This afternoon Maisie will be flying by helicopter to open a new music wing of a school in a wealthy part of Boston, she will be on duty and so will wear a modest dress, heels and nude pantyhose, her hair will be loose and she will have some stylish jewellery on.
As she flies in she is shown round the school, reporters shout questions and, to everyone’s surprise she goes over to them and starts to answer.
Sky News: ”Maisie, you look beautiful, is it a designer dress?”
”Yes, it is by a French designer by the name of David Le Roux. I love his colours, do you like my shoes?”
BBC: ”Maisie, are you interested in music in schools?”
”Why yes, I think it is very important to encourage young talent, that is why I am here.”
After the opening there is a small reception and Maisie enjoys some afternoon tea and cake.
Maisie flies back to Washington and, after a long day for her and her wife, they both undress and get into bed for a cuddle and some chat about their days.
”I love you Madame President.”
”I love you, Maisie, my First Sissy.”
Zoe
Thank you, Ms Zoe. As ever, the First Sissy is a role model for males everywhere. If only men would stop fixating on the imppossible – being of equal worth to women – and actually tried to achieve something, such as coming up with a really effective system for organising their better halves’ wardrobes – the world would be a better place.
Best wishes
S
High School
It is the start of a new term and I am going to the main hall for ”Assembly”. Mr Nodik is with me, carrying my books bag, my sports bag and my handbag.
”Hurry up Nodik, can’t be late on the first day of term. By the way, what are you teaching this year?”
”Well, Miss Zoe, I am taking Chemistry and General Gynarchy Studies and some Religious Studies. Are you doing those for your ‘A’ level, Miss?”
”I am doing Maths, Chemistry and we all have to do ”Gen.Gyn”
”Here you are Miss. Will you take your bags now?”
”What? No, you will carry them to my first class after ‘Assembly” in Room 5F. Good boy.”
Rachel (a Senior Teacher): ”Good morning, Zoe. Is Mr Nodik looking after you this term?”
”Yes, Miss. He is a good boy.”
Rachel: ”Don’t stand so close, Nodik.
And thank Miss Zoe for allowing you to serve her.
And take her bags and put them in the locker room until she needs you to carry them to 5F.”
”Thank you, most high goddess, Miss Zoe, ma’am.”
Assembly is a mixture of affirmations, school news and singing of hymns and some folk songs. There is a speech by the Principal, Mrs Miriam Brown, which sets us up for the day.
After I walk to 5F and see Nodik carrying my stuff waiting for me by the door. I don’t thank him but tell him to see me after school.
I don’t need to see him, but I like the idea of him worrying about what I am going to say, all day long. I usually just get him to kiss my feet, and dismiss him to go home to his cold, lonely apartment.
Happy schooldays!
Zoe
Some weeks ago I could tell Alberto had masturbated. A man spills his manhood when he ejaculates; the effects last for a week or longer. A woman can sense this in a man.
I asked darling Alberto about it, and he admitted it. I had to spank him, but it was less severe because he was honest.
I do it not because I enjoy it, but to train him.
I’m not a prude. I adore his balls. It is so wonderful how they make him masculine. I don’t hate ejaculations. However the problem is that ejaculation drains his masculinity.
I told one of my girl friends the other day that many women don’t like being lusted after, so they stop arousing their husbands. The result is that the relationship deteriorates. I told her that when I arouse Alberto I feel so alive. On ocasión I’ve even had an orgasm without touch
Today I gave an arousal and semen retention session to my lover boy. I felt so feminine and soft. Alberto felt so masculine. As a result he then really adored my womanhood. Whole body kissing. I love it. Cuddling, I need it. I love my Alberto. He just needed arousal and semen retention. Then I was an adored queen. I floated in bliss!
Rosita.
So much of the real learning at school takes plce outside the classroom, Ms Zoe. I am sure nothing that Nodik does in Gynarchy Studies classes is as educational for the eager young ladies as his demeanour outside them.
Best wishes
S
”Come in Emily, how can I help?”
”Good morning, Mrs Sullivan, it is kind of you to see me so quickly. It’s my husband, I tried everything you suggested but he is still not what I want from a sissy husband. Can you help?”
”I am sure we can work it out. Is he here, only it is sometimes better if you are both here for counselling and advice.
Tell me what you did and how he reacted, please.”
”He is in the waiting room, but I wanted a chat to you alone before he comes in.
Well I told him what I expected, I set strong boundaries and instructed him to have an early bedtime.”
”That is all good. Does he kneel when he sees you and does he call you ‘ma’am’?”
”Yes, Mrs Sullivan, but he won’t accept the chastity, he says he still wants to make proper love sex with me.”
”Oh dear. Is it the sex you want to talk about before he comes in?
Do you have a boyfriend, so your husband is a cuckold?”
”I have a wonderful boyfriend called Carl who I have been seeing for eight months. The thing is he has dominated my husband and punished him with a cane, but he still won’t wear the chastity.”
”Do you allow your husband to see you naked, Emily?”
”Sometimes, I know Carl hates the idea, but when he helps me get dressed he might see a boob, or my pussy.”
”I understand, maybe you should get him fitted with a device which goes under the skin and regulates his responses. If he is slow or silly or naughty you press an app on your phone and he gets a shock. I know you wanted it all to be voluntary on his part, but you could tell him that if he doesn’t wear a chastity then he will never see you naked again, or share a bed with you.
If he objects then you can press the app.
Shall we get him in?”
Emily’s husband, Brian, came in and knelt by his wife’s side. I told him what I proposed and said I could fit the device right now.
I also told him what improvements in his attitude and behaviour I expected and that I would monitor the situation until Emily is happy with you.
”Tell me Brian, what do you call Emily’s lovely boyfriend, Carl?”
”Carl, his name is Carl.”
”To you, Brian, he is ‘Master’, he is ‘Sir’, he is a ‘God’ to you and you should treat him as such.”
”But he is one of my oldest friends, how do I do that?”
”You are not his ‘friend’ anymore, you are his girlfriend’s sissy husband.”
”Yes, ma’am.”
It was agreed that I fit the device, which I did in my Consulting Room, I showed Emily how it worked and I gave sissy Brian his first mild zap, at which he screamed and burst into tears.
I then booked a follow up in two months and off they went.
Zoe
Sissy Brian will soon learn – but there’s no reason that should force you to stop pressing the button if you find you enjoy it, Ms Zoe.
Best wishes
S
”Hey, babe, how are you this morning? I will have one slice of toast with my coffee, OK?”
”Yes, ma’am. May I ask about my chastity release?”
”Oh, not this again. Whatever is the matter with you. I promised that after last year’s total abstinence that this year you would have release regularly. How much has it been since January?”
”Sorry Goddess. January was zero as you were in Bali and New York. February, once, at the start of the month. I was released for fifteen minutes only. March twice, ten minutes each. April zero and tomorrow is the first of May. Please ma’am, I am desperate.”
”OK. Let me think. I just need to reply to this email on my cell, honey. Go and check the bedroom is tidy. Put away the blouse I tried on this morning. Hurry, don’t be gormless.”
”Ma’am. Please can I be released for a while, maybe an hour?”
”What? An hour? No, babe. That is too long. Look, tonight I am going out straight from work. I have a few minutes now before I have to go to work. Go get the key, honey.”
”Oh thank you goddess.”
Max hands me the key to his chastity. I keep it on a hook in a cupboard under the stairs. He knows if he opens the door an alarm is sounded on my cellphone. I unlock his chastity. His poor c**k looks so delicate and very sore. I let him kneel by my feet as I finish my coffee. He can play with it but not ”cum”.
”Stand Max. It has been twenty minutes. Let me lock you up again. Good sissy!! You are a sweet boy. Happy now?”
”Yes, goddess. Thank you, goddess. Twenty minutes is amazing, goddess.”
I stand and grab my bag as I head off to work. Lots of contracts to look at, lots of busyness.
Zoe
I know I’m very desirable to men. Men are always offering to do things for me. I give men a purpose. I make men feel so very alive.
Sometimes I would wear no underwear. I would lift my knee and give men a view of my pussy. They would go crazy with excitement. They could look but not touch. I got sometimes known as “hot lips vagina.”
I love arousing men. It’s an absolute thrill. I feel so alive, so powerful, so desired. Of course around me they are temporarily celibate; they never are allowed inside of me. I get wet thinking about it; my nipples get hard. I sometimes get a mind orgasm. I’m so sexy.
I enjoy giving my darling Alberto a thrill of arousal. He completely losses himself. I become his full focus. He told me it is like he doesn’t exist, only me. My joy is his joy. I’m so connected to him.
Rosita
Oh, Rosita, you give away so many of our girlie secrets.
I love your bravery and your femininity, but really?
Maybe some things are best for us girls to know, honey?
Zoe
Thank you Rosita. Sounds like a well-ordered relationship.
Best wishes
S
Sounds like Maxie was busy too, Ms Zoe, then all set up for the day.
Best wishes
S
Disarming Rapists – 2049
I think we should all pause to imagine the future. Algorithms, psychological profiling and monitoring of online activities allow the police to identify “future rapists” with a high degree of accuracy. Female SWAT teams arrive in the night to pacify would-be offenders. Female surgical support units administer summary “prejustice” on the spot with clinical efficiency. At police HQ the commissioner rapidly stocks her trophy room.
Rates of sexual assault dwindle to nothing. Concerns about the system bring manipulated by vindictive allegations grow. An unexpected problem: men deliberately provoking these raids to fulfil dark masochistic fantasies.
Worth a post or two?
PP
Oh, a good idea – and that is one – is worth milking over many more than two posts, PP! This blog’s been going for fourteen years, you know: that doesn’t happen without a certain amount of flogging a dead male, if you see what I mean.
I think there is a hint of this sensible precuationary system in my occasional references to Rape Prevention Officers, but algorithms spice things up. It’s important to keep your score up above the critical levels at which precautionary intervention is required. Sure, a sideways glance at a female enjoying the right to wear light summer clothing may not be a threat in itself, but on the scale of 1-5, if the male stealing the look is already on 3.9, that could easily be enough. Many men are just one ‘blonde joke’ away from helping to adorn the Commissioner’s trophy room, if they only bothered to check their R-propensity scores online. For those sensible enough to take simple steps to preserve their health, there are many suggested servile actions available to bring a male’s score down to safer levels and of course signing up for a really rigorous chastity regime can help keep it there.
Best wishes
S
Oh .. my .. goodness …. So kind of them to try to keep the noise down.
I suppose so, Gameboy.
On the other hand, any properly submissive male really ought to be able to fall asleep no matter how loud the orgasms other people might be experiencing nearby. It’s something I had to get accustomed to as early as our honeymoon and I’m glad I did or how would the chores ever get done?
Best wishes
S