Hypnotized by you if I should linger
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.
Max, my sissy husband, has been worried about how weak he feels in the presence of my boyfriend, William. He came to me and asked me if I still love him and why I so rarely say I do to him these days. I explained to him that I did love him and that I am grateful for all he does to make my life better and that I love William as a strong alpha man and that he, Max, has never been either strong or alpha. In fact, I had to be honest and say that I have never felt the strong feelings of desire I have for William and that is why I think of my husband, Max, as my sissy and submissive.
”I understand, goddess, I am a silly sissy, but i love you as my wife, why can’t I be with you when William is away or when he allows it?”
”You are with me, honey. When are you not with me?”
”Well, we are in the same house, but we don’t cuddle or kiss or sleep together, even when William isn’t here.”
”Honey, don’t be silly. William doesn’t allow you to kiss me, and cuddling is a bit too much for a goddess and a sissy, and as far as being together in bed is concerned, well that would be so wrong because William has ruled that it must not happen.
I know, sweetie, that we have slept together in the past and it was lovely, it really was, even though you are in your chastity cage, you are so good as a sissy, but things change and we both do what William wants, OK?”
”But you are the boss in this house, why do you have to do what he says?”
”I love him, he is my man and I do what he wants.”
”I guess you are going to cane me now, goddess?”
”Yes, I am. You need to be reminded who you are in my life. Now count and thank and say a word or two about how good your life is ready?”
”Yes, ma’am.”
Max takes his blouse off and lowers his skirt and panties as he lays across the chair.
THWACK!!! ”One, thank you goddess. I am a fortunate sissy.”
”Louder, sissy.”
THWACK!!! ”Two, thank you goddess. I am a fortunate sissy, living with a beautiful woman.”
”Good boy, keep still.”
THWACK!!! ”Three, thank you goddess. I am a silly beta sissy.”
”What about your love of sniffing me and William?”
THWACK!!! ”Four, thank you goddess. I am a lucky bottom sniffer.”
”Good boy.”
THWACK!!! ”Five, thank you goddess. I am lucky to be in the same universe as my wife and my master.”
”Here come the last and hardest hit, sissy.”
THWACK!!! ”Six, thank you goddess. I am a so blessed to work hard for my superiors.”
”Now get dressed and kneel and kiss the cane, sissy.”
”kisskisskiss. Thank you for correcting me, goddess.”
Sometimes a sissy needs to be reminded of his lowly position. Seeing me in my short nightie with my legs and my boobs on display can make Max think he is a real man, but I forget he is not my girlfriend, he is so girlie and sissy.
I told William about my day and how I corrected Max, he was pleased and we kissed and snuggled together that evening to watch Netflix.
Zoe
Yes, my SO is often generous in handing out reminders of my lowly position, too. Truth be told, there’s probably little chance of my forgetting it, but it’s always better to be safe and sorry than just safe, isn’t it?
Best wishes
S
I was thinking about all the many roads I’ve gone down in my life, and what I’ve learned.
I get lots of female energy from my girl friends. I don’t need any of that from males. Instead I desire to feel male energy from men. That’s what turns me on and interests me.
Now my lover-man Alberto is masculine; I can simply feel it. He melts me. Old submissive Sammy did not. I felt he just drained energy out of me by trying to please me. I think he was just trying to get me to love him. He didn’t bring anything to the party. Now my sweet Alberto brings his masculine energy to the party and he focuses a lot of it on ME! This woman craves that.
Rosita.
How many roads must a woman walk down, before she can call a slave rickshaw, that’s what I want to know, Rosita.
I have to say, my SO prefers me to expend all of my ‘sweet masculine energy’ on hard and futile labour, but I guess that’s her decision.
Best wishes
S
I feel uncomfortable having to read that caption of defying Ms Palvin.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
To try to even out such incredible repulisve actions illustrated in that picture I adhere to her divine beauty and declare to commit to do 2 full hours of corner time for Ms Palvin.
I will place myself in the corner of my room, hands behind my back and stare at a blank white wall. I will use my nose to press a coin against the wall and start the timer. Two hours. For Ms Palvin.
Thank you very much Ms Palvin *curtsey*
Yes, it’s a horrifying thought isn’t it? I’m sorry for having put up such a disturbing picture, it was good of you to take your courage in your hands (or whatever else you grab in an emergency) and comment.
Sadly, in the world we live in, such male impertinence is all too common and – outside the familiar and comforting world of femdom – often not even punished.
But we can slowly approach perfection, with the guidance of our superiors, so there is some hope.
Best wishes
S
Greet Me Properly
One common question from submissive men like me: how do I know if a woman I meet had a dominant side? My best answer: old-fashioned good manners and courtesy usually elicit an agreeably amused response from a naturally dominant woman. Talk to your crush as if you are second under-butler and she is Lady Honoria. Who knows what might happen? At the very worst, you acquire a reputation for being pleasant.
PP
Are we talking Honoria in Dickens or in Wodehouse, PP? If the latter, I fear any lady you address might think you a bit weird.
“Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit.”
“Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction.”
But there are worse things to be thought than weird.
Best wishes
S