Two rubber gloves
But no glimpse of that little golden key.
Three gay friends
Category: Christmas
Two rubber gloves
but no glimpse of that little golden key.
No glimpse of that little golden key
Twas the night before Christmas
… when all through the night
not a penis was stirring,
all locked up quite tight.
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| Look, she said it, not me – OK readers? I respect and cherish each and every one of you. But she doesn’t. |
The divine Mistress Eleise. You might have seen her here once or twice before, I suppose.
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| You’ll look back with longing at this, come summer, when she’s whipping you up a hot gravel track under the merciless sun. |
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| 1.2 seconds of pure bliss. But, you know, it’s not just Christmas that comes but once – oh, hang on. |
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| I used to suffer from low self-esteem. But then I just decided to enjoy it instead. |
And the divine Divine Mistress Heather, too.
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| He should pay attention to this blog over the next few days. |
Bah, humbug
Mistress Valerie stars in a Christmas Movie
We begin by meeting Edmund Scrooge, a brash,
charmless, sexist 30-something yuppie in charge of a team of female office
workers. We see him throwing his weight
around, making sexist comments and denying them any time off at Christmas
(“Unless you want to come round and cook my turkey, girls!”).
charmless, sexist 30-something yuppie in charge of a team of female office
workers. We see him throwing his weight
around, making sexist comments and denying them any time off at Christmas
(“Unless you want to come round and cook my turkey, girls!”).
Off he goes, bragging loudly on his mobile
about (quite imaginary) sexual conquests at work, before going down the pub
with his equally obnoxious mates to try out cheesy chat-up lines on
uninterested women. He returns
(unsuccessful, of course, and drunk) to his bachelor pad, watches a porn video
and has a wank, before crashing out on the couch.
about (quite imaginary) sexual conquests at work, before going down the pub
with his equally obnoxious mates to try out cheesy chat-up lines on
uninterested women. He returns
(unsuccessful, of course, and drunk) to his bachelor pad, watches a porn video
and has a wank, before crashing out on the couch.
But this Christmas is different. The ghost of his old drinking partner Joseph
Marley appears in the bachelor pad in the middle of the night, and what a
change from when Scrooge knew him! He
clanks as he moves; heavy steel chains connecting shackles around his wrists
to the heavy steel collar around his neck, and trailing down from a heavy belt
around his waist to steel shackles around his ankles. As he shambles forward we see a chastity belt
clamped firmly on his genitals and above his well-striped buttocks we see a
tattoo reading “Property of Mistress Valerie.
Not to be removed without
permission.”
Marley appears in the bachelor pad in the middle of the night, and what a
change from when Scrooge knew him! He
clanks as he moves; heavy steel chains connecting shackles around his wrists
to the heavy steel collar around his neck, and trailing down from a heavy belt
around his waist to steel shackles around his ankles. As he shambles forward we see a chastity belt
clamped firmly on his genitals and above his well-striped buttocks we see a
tattoo reading “Property of Mistress Valerie.
Not to be removed without
permission.”
Marley has learnt
from Mistress Valerie the errors of his male chauvinist past – and he is here
with an awful warning for Scrooge to mend his ways! Three spirits will help him in this task.
from Mistress Valerie the errors of his male chauvinist past – and he is here
with an awful warning for Scrooge to mend his ways! Three spirits will help him in this task.
We begin with Mistress Valerie of Christmas past. We see Scrooge, as the adult he is today but
in his childhood clothes, opening his presents on Christmas morning. He has many but is dissatisfied and complains,
as each gift fails to meet his expectations.
But then his weary parents fade from view, and Governess Valerie
appears: to show him what might have been had his upbringing been
stricter. Each present is wrapped again,
and the tawse applied to his hands each time.
He unwraps each again in turn,, with appropriately polite cries of
delight – and rewrapping each again for a dose of the tawse if Governess Valerie deems his response too
churlish. So it goes through the
day. He gets the strap for not eating up
his sprouts, his knuckles are repeatedly rapped for cheating at Monopoly and
eventually Governess Valerie has had enough and administers a vigorous caning
before the boy is sent to bed. Back in
the present day …Scrooge wakes up howling on the couch, his hands feel his bottom
incredulously, and he makes his way painfully to work.
in his childhood clothes, opening his presents on Christmas morning. He has many but is dissatisfied and complains,
as each gift fails to meet his expectations.
But then his weary parents fade from view, and Governess Valerie
appears: to show him what might have been had his upbringing been
stricter. Each present is wrapped again,
and the tawse applied to his hands each time.
He unwraps each again in turn,, with appropriately polite cries of
delight – and rewrapping each again for a dose of the tawse if Governess Valerie deems his response too
churlish. So it goes through the
day. He gets the strap for not eating up
his sprouts, his knuckles are repeatedly rapped for cheating at Monopoly and
eventually Governess Valerie has had enough and administers a vigorous caning
before the boy is sent to bed. Back in
the present day …Scrooge wakes up howling on the couch, his hands feel his bottom
incredulously, and he makes his way painfully to work.
The next night, it is the turn of Mistress Valerie of
Christmas present. Here we see Scrooge
in the only place he is fit to encounter a lady: tied to the cross in Mistress Valerie’s
dungeon. She enters, a classic
dominatrix, dressed in PVC. She
introduces him to all of the modern techniques of punishment: electro play,
bondage and suspension, nipple clamps and flogging. He is forced to lick clean Her boots, is tied
to act as an ashtray and is fed dog food.
His genitals are tied, clamped, whipped and then shocked repeatedly with
an insect zapper. Finally, he is wired
up to Mistress Valerie’s motion-sensitive e-stim and flogged with a long
leather whip, the motion detector clamped firmly between his teeth. …Back in the present day, Scrooge at work has
his head down, not making eye contact with any of his staff, and he
involuntarily cringes as his secretary leans over the printer and innocently
asks “Shall I switch it on?”
Christmas present. Here we see Scrooge
in the only place he is fit to encounter a lady: tied to the cross in Mistress Valerie’s
dungeon. She enters, a classic
dominatrix, dressed in PVC. She
introduces him to all of the modern techniques of punishment: electro play,
bondage and suspension, nipple clamps and flogging. He is forced to lick clean Her boots, is tied
to act as an ashtray and is fed dog food.
His genitals are tied, clamped, whipped and then shocked repeatedly with
an insect zapper. Finally, he is wired
up to Mistress Valerie’s motion-sensitive e-stim and flogged with a long
leather whip, the motion detector clamped firmly between his teeth. …Back in the present day, Scrooge at work has
his head down, not making eye contact with any of his staff, and he
involuntarily cringes as his secretary leans over the printer and innocently
asks “Shall I switch it on?”
On the third night, we meet Mistress Valerie of Christmas
yet to come. Scrooge is an old man now,
gaunt and tired. We see him in an apron
and nothing else, doing dishes and other chores around a kitchen. We see his buttocks, striped and ridged after
what must have been decades of punishment.
From the steel chastity belt around his waist, hangs a slightly rusty
padlock. A handbell tinkles and he
hurries as well as his old bones can carry him to the living room, where
Mistress Valerie, eternally youthful, indicates his duties with a languid
finger. It is obvious that his servitude
has been so long and so repetitive that no words need any longer be
spoken. Mistress Valerie’s friends are
around for Christmas day, and we see them opening presents and laughing. Some slaves are present, young fit and
obviously happy to be fulfilling their fantasies. But Scrooge moves around silently performing
his chores, his face blank. He carries
out his chores efficiently, obviously well schooled in his tasks and is at no
stage acknowledged by any of the party.
Finally Mistress Valerie beckons him over, says “50” and hands him a
whip, without looking up. We see him
retreat to a bare room and, alone, begin to lash his buttocks. Fade out.
We fade back in again to see Mistress Valerie of Christmas
yet to come alone, surrounded by post-Christmas mess. She is on the phone and saying “Yes, I’m
going to need a new slave. I had that
last one for thirty-two years, but I suppose nothing lasts for ever“, and the
camera pulls back to reveal a pile of stuffed rubbish bags outside the front
door waiting to be collected. One is in
the shape of a kneeling human form…
yet to come alone, surrounded by post-Christmas mess. She is on the phone and saying “Yes, I’m
going to need a new slave. I had that
last one for thirty-two years, but I suppose nothing lasts for ever“, and the
camera pulls back to reveal a pile of stuffed rubbish bags outside the front
door waiting to be collected. One is in
the shape of a kneeling human form…
Back in the present, Scrooge wakes up in a cold sweat. We see him heading out the door in a frantic
rush, and stopping off at a little shop in Soho on his way in to work. In the office, to the ladies’ puzzlement,
there are presents for all: each receives a pair of new shoes and an implement:
paddles, canes, straps and whips.
Scrooge explains that he has seen the error of his ways, and begs them
for some ‘performance management’. The
ladies tuck into mince pies and chat delightedly, as, one by one, they recall
their boss’s most unpleasant habits, and exact a much-needed revenge.
The camera pulls back from this scene of
Christmas cheer, the giggles and howls fading out, and we see Mistress Valerie,
watching approvingly from afar, a smile on Her face and a whip in Her hand…
This is one of the very first femdom stories I ever wrote. I started because the first domme I ever had the pleasure of visiting – a lovely lady, thinly disguised as Mistress Valerie in these early tales – commanded me to write first of all an account of my sessions and then (when that became tedious and repetitive) stories. I think my writing style has changed… not necessarily for the better. Anyway, an icy blast from the past, there so wrap up warm.
Oh – and here’s an unrelated photo, too. And a Merry Christmas to one and all!
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| She knows if you’ve been bad or good… |
She knows if you’ve been bad or good
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So be bad, for goodness’ sake!
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| Try to look more pleased. She went to all that effort, after all. |
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| It works on the opposite principle from the usual ones. Every day, another slave is locked in. Then on Christmas Day itself, they all spend the entire day inside, with no food, being ignored by the ladies and having to piss and shit on the ones below. It’s a very special time of year. |
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| Hmmm. Looks like a single domme session after all. Still, maybe she’ll make it a memorable one. |
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| Oh, wouldn’t that just be awful? Sigh. |
This lovely image is from the English Governess site.
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| Remember – a cage is for life, not just for Christmas. |
Extra pictures! Not just the usual five! Iiiit’s Christmas!
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| I wouldn’t worry about it. Everyone always loses fiddly little things like that at Christmas. They usually turn up. |
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| She could have put reindeer horns on him. For a festive touch. Don’t you think? |
This is the redoubtable Mistress Wildefyre, in a photoshoot at (the public front of) a site called Cruel Women Rules. Thanks to Gameboy, blogger at Following Blindly Again, for the identifycation.
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| Don’t worry about getting him a present. It’s her. |
She’s making a list and checking it twice
Merry Christmas, boys and fully functional human beings!
Think of me this Christmas time. I’ll be there all snuggly wrapped up under the Christmas tree waiting to find out what I’ll be getting this year. Chestnuts roasting on the open fire….well, not again I hope.
Christmas comes but once a year, after all…and…oh, ah I’m sure I was going to come up with some femdom-related humour just there, but I can’t remember it now. A witty play on words I expect. To much eggnog I suppose…or at least, she assured me it was eggnog.
Here y’are, one extra for the festive season.
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| She won’t share them with Madame Sarka, you know. Not after those two broke last Christmas. |
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| I think she’s showing him how much she cares, don’t you? |
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| You don’t get to visit the in-laws and she stands you in the corner with your hands chained? Is this supposed to be a punishment? Honestly, I think the blog’s going soft. |
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| That’s more like it. |
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| You think it’s hard for you – I have to write them really small! |
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| She really wanted a necklace too. Still, I expect she can keep on wearing that old one with the key on it for another year. |
