At my lady’s pleasure
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.
Me and my boyfriend, William, were at a dinner party of a work colleague of his. It was a lovely home and we were welcomed warmly. It was known that I am married to Max, but all four other couples were supportive of us. We had been to many such gatherings as a couple and some of them were places I used to go to with Max.
”We love how Max is so understanding when we invite you two to our parties and not him, does he ever complain?”
”Not really, he understands that he is a cuckold and a sissy, so he has no reason to complain.”
”If he did then as the man of the house I would correct him, of course.”
”William means, Max is obedient and any silliness or jealousy would be dealt with.”
”How? How would it be dealt with, Zoe?”
”I don’t think this is the place to talk about that, Rosie.”
”Sorry, I was just curious.”
We mostly chattered about work and heavy schedules and funny things that had happened in the office. William is very popular and chatted widely and kindly to everyone. Many of the women were curious about gynarchy way and how we organise our lives. How our husbands are subservient and obedient, whereas our boyfriends are alpha men like William.
”It is just the way I was raised, my dad was our home sissy slave and did what ever my mum or us daughters said. He was usually punished by putting his nose against the wall for an hour with his hands on his head until he was ready to be a good sissy again.”
”Did you punish your dad?”
”Of course I did. If he was silly or naughty he was punished. It is very important to be consistent in these things, otherwise there would be chaos or silliness going on.”
”I guess so.”
Later, on the way home we both laughed at the way the evening went and how we avoided any awkwardness or anything.
It was late when we got home, so Max was in bed. I paid the cucksitter and asked her how it had been.
”Oh, he is always a good boy. We played scrabble and then he read a short story book out loud to me, and then he had a cookie and milk and went to bed like a good boy.”
”What book, honey?”
”It was ”The Silly Sissy Cream Pie Treat.” He was so cute reading it out loud in his sissy voice.”
”Oh, he loves that book, and ”The Orange Sissy”. He loves that too.”
”Thanks for cucksitting.”
”I enjoyed it, bye.”
”Bye.”
At that me and William kissed as he lifted me up and took me to bed for time of pure bliss in his strong alpha arms.
Zoe
Thank you, Ms Zoe
I think we all want to be good boys really, but we cannot really appreciate that until we have experienced the consequences of being bad.
Best wishes
S
I’m a connoisseur of men and men are at their lady’s and my pleasure.
This morning I awoke very early and was thinking about some of the men who had been in my life.
There was Freddy. He as very nice but had small balls. It was boring to have him inside of me in spite of his good techniques. I don’t look down on him. Men like him are very forgettable.
I never remember the size of any man’s dick as my wondrous vagina stretches to accommodate any size. I don’t know why men worry about their size. My vagina is way more awesome than any penis.
Then I remember Bad Boy Bobby. He had big balls. He was dominant and very self confident. It was exciting to be with him. I just used him for the excitement and thrills he provided. I can be a bad girl also. I know he just used my vagina I got bored with him and anyway he just went off with another woman as those men always do.
And then there is my soul mate, Alberto. He’s got big balls, if you know what I mean. But what’s really moves me to my core is the way he looks into my eyes. He penetrates my soul. I feel like I’m floating in bliss. He’s got male self confidence while penetrating my feelings. I’m not a prude about men seeing me naked. Sometimes I like seeing how I excite them. However there is nothing finer in life than having my feelings being stark naked in front of my dear Alberto.
I was in a bad mood last night, and I know he saw right past that. Also yesterday I was able to fix something he couldn’t fix. I love that he doesn’t have silly male pride. Instead he focuses on me. He adores my many emotions and femininity.
Feeling Very Blessed,
Rosita.
You and Alberto seem like soulmates indeed, Rosita.
Best wishes
S
”Whilst I have breath, you will obey me and any woman who is put in charge of you, including our two daughters, is that understood?”
”Yes, high goddess, most kind, most beautiful, most wise, most pretty, most merciful, most feminine, most wonderful one, my wife and goddess.”
”Now, we have a busy weekend ahead, my boyfriend is moving in and so you must move every trace of you in the house, downstairs in all the rooms, and upstairs, and put all the junk in the basement. Now William has very kindly had it decorated in sissy style, so there are lots of white and purple and pink, you will love it, sissy.”
”Yes, high goddess, most kind, most beautiful, most wise, most pretty, most merciful, most feminine, most wonderful one, my wife and goddess. It looks wonderful, ma’am, I am such a lucky sissy husband, ma’am.”
”Stop staring at my legs and help William help you move everything, he wants it done quickly and will be here soon to supervise. When you are finished I will go into every room and check, OK. So, no books, no photographs, no little things reminding you of your holiday in Margate with your mother, no trace of a man in any room, only my memories and William’s stuff will remain, understood?”
””Yes, high goddess, most kind, most beautiful, most wise, most pretty, most merciful, most feminine, most wonderful one, my wife and goddess. I will help William to move everything, he will kindly supervise, goddess.”
What a good little boy!!!
Zoe
The trouble with highly ritualised language is that it can become repetitive, Ms Zoe. But I expect you change little Maxie’s speech rules from time to time, just to keep him on his tippie-toes.
Best wishes
S
This clarifies everything perfectly.