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Fuss

Yeah, it was a bit weird, actually. I mean, I thought I’d enjoy it, but actually
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?

I hadn’t told him what was going to
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?

And then we had a long wait for the
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.

Anyway, all done eventually.

I hope this one’ll be easier when I take
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.

But we’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?

A lucky break

Hi Sweetie! Listen, I met
someone you used to work with, last night.
I mean, before you lost your job. One of Rob’s friends. Brad – somebody? Yes, that’s right. Tall guy, very good-looking. Was he in your team? Did he?
Wow, hard to imagine you being his boss.

Anyway, he’s got your old job, now. Well – sort of. They’ve expanded it a bit, given him two
extra divisions to manage I think.
They’re doing really well!
He said you weren’t very good at winning
business because clients found you a bit creepy, or something like that. Funny what a difference these little things make! Oh, and apparently your team never liked you much. But with him in charge, all that’s
changed! Isn’t that great?

Anyway, I was telling him you’ve been unemployed all this
time, and how desperate you are for work, and that you’re looking for opportunities – and guess what he said!

Apparently, he needs a cleaner! Three hours a day, you know to pick up around
his apartment and do the dishes and his laundry and things like that. And he’ll pay 25% over minimum wage – because
he says he’s really messy! He told Rob that anyone who’d handwash his dirty socks deserved at least a 25% bonus over minimum wage. He’s such a funny guy – had us all laughing all evening.

Well, of course I said you’d love to! So maybe you can pop round today, and he can
show you where all the things are.

Oh –
and it gets better. He said he’d ask around at work, to see if anyone else needs laundry doing
or something! They’re all really busy,
and the company gave them all huge bonuses last year, so he reckons there’s a
good chance! He even had this brilliant business idea! You could do laundry for the whole team – you know, just pop into your old office two or three times a week and pick it up from anyone who has anything for you, then deliver it all again, all clean and neatly ironed, a day or two later. Wasn’t he clever to think of something like that! Maybe that’s why he’s so much more successful than you were.

Wasn’t that lucky! He’s
really nice, actually. I hope he’s there
again tonight.

Reunited

It’s so cool
to see the two of you again, after all these years. So -while she’s stepped out of the room, how are things between you and Fiona? Hey? Still
great? You were always, like, this perfect
couple?

Yeah? Does she?
Yeah I did notice you were quite quiet around her. Well, she was always quite bossy. I guess you knew that when you married her.

Oh – I’m
sure it’s not as bad as that! Lots of
couples have rules. And it’s not like
you were ever going to be the one in charge in this marriage, is it? Not with Fuhrer Fiona in charge! That’s what we used to call her at school.

Doe
she? Wow.

But you were
into that anyway, weren’t you?
I remember, when we were together, you were always asking me to smack your
bottom, or tie you up. That’s one of the reasons we
split up… I like the man to be in charge. I think
you’re really lucky to have found someone else who’s into it. I’m sure she doesn’t beat you that hard.

Does
she? Wow. Well, I don’t know anything about that
stuff. But you look OK to me. You’ve lost weight, for one thing. You look good.

What?

Oh don’t be
ridiculous! How could I help you
‘escape’! You’re not a prisoner
here. I’m sure you could leave any time
you wanted!

What? Oh good grief! Nobody’s a ‘slave’ any more. I mean, not really. I think the two of you are just going through
a bad patch, that’s all. And the kinky
sex thing is just making it a bit more complicated. But I expect you’ll work it out.

Oh
dear. Now I’ve upset you. Look – stop crying, I’ll help if I can, OK?

Well maybe I
could talk to her about how you’re feeling, and –

Oh calm
down! Stop panicking! I’m her oldest friend, I know how to tell her
things.

Anyway, here
she comes now. Don’t worry. I won’t tell her directly, but maybe tonight
when we’ve had a few drinks I’ll just let on that you told me you’re a bit
unhappy with her, OK? I’m sure she’ll be
fine with it. Then the two of you can start working through your differences after I’ve gone.

Shhh! Not a word!

After school activities

Hi Honey!

Listen – Miranda called today. You remember she started teaching at that new
school? That’s right. Sex education for a class of seventeen
year-old girls. I mean, can you imagine!

Anyway, she came round a couple of days ago, because she
knows you had the operation a few years ago, and she wanted to borrow the
jar. Show them what male genitalia
really look like.

So of course I said yes (sorry – hope that’s OK with you!).

Well, apparently the kids were really interested! I mean, that’s amazing – normally they only
care about Facebook and stuff like that.
And she wants to use that in her teaching – you know, get them talking
about sexual politics, how traditional gender roles are changing, the image of
the ‘castrating woman’ in literature and popular culture… You know?

So, she was wondering if we could go in and talk to the
class some time. To talk about how we
handle sex now – apparently when she first told them, they thought we were both celibate!

I thought maybe we could pop in next Tuesday. She’d do it as an after school activity – you
know, put up a poster and just see how many turn up.

You’re not busy on Tuesday, are you? I told her it would probably be OK, but I
thought I’d better just check first.

Don’t worry – it won’t be like this. You’ll get a much bigger audience, I’m sure.

Famous for more than 15 minutes

Oh hey! How are
you! Wow, I guess I haven’t seen you
since –

Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?

Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –

– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!

I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.

You’re even an internet meme. Pretty cool, huh?

Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”

Didn’t you realise that was you? “Needy fucked up loser”. That’s you! You’re a star.

Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!

Where are you going?
Hey come back!

Oh don’t be a spoilsport! I just wanna… I –

Hey!

I have trainers in my bag!
And I went running this morning.
You want me to – ?

That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.

That’s better.

OK, we’ll start with you kneeling down there. No, there. That’s right.

Look up at the camera, honey. No – don’t dry your eyes. And now up at the bag where the trainers are…that’s
right. How much do you want them? Hmm?
How much? Show me how much you
want them. Because you won’t get them
unless I see those tears flow, asshole.

That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.

Number 17

No, it’s not part of a psychological game. I really am a serial killer. The dominatrix thing is just a trick. You’ll be my 17th victim.

You see, I used to have to go out and try to capture men…but
that’s so difficult, and it’s risky too.
One time, one got away – he would have been number 4 – but I was lucky, he hadn’t seen my face.

And then I discovered that if I advertise as
“Cruel Carmina’s House of Bondage” men would come to me and let me tie them
up. And then I can do what I want, can’t I?

They even pay. Amazing, really!

More? Oh don’t worry about that. The money’s not important. You can offer as much as you like and –

– how much? –

– wow, you must be rich! Well, it would be nice to have that much money. But I don’t think so. I’d still have the craving to do this, no matter how rich I was. And anyway, if I let you go I think sooner or later I’d find myself in prison, don’t you?

So, I think it’s better if your money just goes to whoever you’ve named as beneficiary in your will. But thanks for offering.

That’s right. You try
those straps. Give them a good
pull. You’ll find they’re quite
strong. I spent a fortune on bondage
gear.

You can have a good struggle
there, while I go and take all this leather and rubber shit off and put some
proper clothes on, OK? And get the plastic sheeting.

What’s that? Someone
will come looking for you?

Oh dear. Should I be scared? Because you told
lots of people you were paying a visit to “Cruel Carmina’s House of Bondage”
did you?

I don’t think so. I’ll bet you even switched ‘location
services’ off on your phone before you arrived, didn’t you?

Yes, of course you did. No one knows you’re here. It’s just you and me. We’re going to get to know each other quite well, over the next few days.

And then it’ll just be me again. All on my own. To tidy up the mess. And make an appointment for number 18.

See you in a minute.

For anyone considering visiting a professional domme for the first time – this is just a silly jokey fantasy, OK? The first time I visited one, I was terrified and I left everything like credit cards that could identify me behind in case – oh, I don’t know what. And she was lovely, and just perfect and I quickly grew to trust her completely. I’ve visited quite a few dommes and I have never found one to be other than completely professional, and understanding and safe. Just go for it.

I do still switch off ‘location services’ of course. But it’s not my Mistress I’m worried about, there. It’s being found out.

The lady in the photos is from a photoshoot from Cruella…oooh, at least 25 years ago. She haunted my adolescent fantasies, and still does.

Performance Review

Today’s post is all about human resources and employee evaluation procedures! Oh yes. Pretty exciting huh? Much better than pictures of nekkid ladies*.

In keeping with this blog’s desire to break new ground in femdom porn, I am posting a performance evaluation form from a company I’ve come across (if you’ll pardon the expression).

Anyway, it’s from a company with a very similar name and management style to FemmeFatale Films, but without the same degree of copyright infringement involved in my misusung their logo.

Let’s start with a nice picture, so it’s the divine Goddess Heather rather than my silly old forms that appear in links to the post:

Here’s the performance evaluation form. You might find it hard to read, especially if like me you’re suffering from eyesight degradation due to excessive unauthorised masturbation, but if you click each page, it should come up nice and big and zoomable.

Performance management shouldn’t be a one-way street. It’s not all about the manager telling you what to do, you know! No, no – a good performance review is interactive. You should beg, and plead for forgiveness – preferably while kneeling. Crying is a good way of showing you’ve learnt something from the feedback, too.

…and some more pics of performance evaluation in action:

Hmmm… She’s reading all of your co-workers’ evaluations. Well, the ones whose opinions matter, anyway – the ladies. But you don’t have anything to worry about? Right?

Now this lady looks like she’s going to be giving you a really thorough, intensive feedback session. Learning opportunities ahead!

It’s surprising how effective some quite simple management techniques can be. Just writing out ‘Lazy employees get the cane from Ms de Lacy’ 500 times can lead to a measureable improvement in employee attitude, and of course the caning itself then helps to ‘bed that learning down’.

497… 498… 499…

…and now the employee is actively benefiting from a coaching session. See, all the management books say it’s best for feedback to be immediate, specific and really, really painful.

The three Ladies who featured in this particularly silly post were, from the top, Goddess Heather, Mistress Anna Regent and Mistress Eleise de Lacy, all of whom feature on FemmeFatale Films. As do many others including my Lady, Sophia Black! It’s a wonderful site – well worth taking a look.

But I wouldn’t recommend working there.

* Astute readers of the blog ,might have noticed that it doesn’t actually feature nekkid ladies at all. I know my place.

Smart business

Hi – come on in and sit down!

Oh, don’t worry. Just
because you’ve been asked in to see me, it doesn’t mean you’re having a ‘chat
with the boss’! I mean you are –
obviously – but not like that. I just
wanted to hear how things were going.

Great, great. Well, I
hear good things. Who knows – maybe
you’ll be joining us permanently when the internship is over!

Yes, well. We’ll see in… three weeks time, now, is it?

Just one small thing – before you go. You know of course that this company prides
itself on the way it treats all its staff with respect – male as well as
female, even young interns like you? So,
I don’t want you in any way to feel offended or insulted by this, but –

But… your clothes. I couldn’t help noticing. I
mean, of course they’re in line with the company dress code, but – could be a
little sharper, hmm?

Like what? Well, like those trousers you’re wearing, for example. I mean, baggy trousers like that are fine for
students, but in a business place, perhaps they’re a bit too baggy?

Well I think they’re baggy. I mean, they’re not tight are they? It’s up to you what you wear – of course.
But I like to see our staff looking smart. And a nice tight pair of trousers looks very
smart on a boy – I mean a young man like you.

And maybe you don’t have to wear long trousers all the time,
you know? We keep the office nice and
warm, so why not show your legs occasionally?
I’m sure you’ve got lovely legs. Shorts are quite fashionable just now, aren’t they? Especially in nice bright colours. Yellow’s very cheerful, I always think.

Anyway, it’s none of my business. What do I know about boys’ fashion – I’m just your boss!

And this was just a friendly chat. My decision on whether to give you a permanent job or let you go certainly won’t
depend on whether you dress in dumpy old trousers or smart shorts! It’s my decision alone, so you don’t need to worry about anyone else’s opinion, OK? I know it’s a very important matter for you, so I want you to feel completely confident I’ll be quite impartial.

That’s all. Off you go now. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you here on Monday!

Time for change

Oh – honey. About
last night… look, next time you meet him, could you be a bit less weird around
Adrian? I mean, goodness, he just
mentioned his operation and you looked like you were having a panic
attack. And then you spent the rest of
the evening staring at his crotch.

Yes, it was very noticeable.
Honestly – anyone would think you hadn’t met anyone who’d been castrated
before.

Don’t be silly – of course you have. You know Simon, don’t you, and Fernando and –

Yes, of course he is. Simon had the op almost – oh I don’t know, two years
ago now. Jeanne told me. And there’s Eric of course. Eric was castrated ages ago. He was one of the first, in our circle.

Yes he is. Honey, I’m
not going to argue about this! Well,
maybe you didn’t know, but believe me Eric’s got nothing down there any more. Angie had a few friends over the day it was
done.

No, well it’s a girl thing, you
wouldn’t have been invited.

You know, actually I think it might be harder to think of
which of the married men we know hasn’t been cut. There’s Alex of course – Karen’s been trying
to get him to the clinic for years now, but you know how stubborn he is. And Malcolm and Kate, but that’s because
they’re still trying to have children.
Kate doesn’t want IVF for some reason, so they’ve agreed they won’t do
it yet.

Paul? Hmmm. I don’t know actually. I haven’t heard anything. Amelia doesn’t like to talk about private things like that. But he does seem a lot calmer than he used to be, don’t you think? Sort of placid. That’s often a sign – it’s because the testosterone isn’t there any more, apparently. Maybe he is. Gosh – it’s almost everyone then, isn’t it?

I guess we’re just at that kind of age. Like a few years back, when everyone seemed
to be getting married, and then everyone seemed to be having kids. We’re a bit behind, this time, I suppose.

Oh, stop looking so panicked. We don’t have to talk about it any time soon,
if you don’t want! I’m fine with how
things are just now. You know I am. They do say it’s best
to get it done before you’re 45, that’s the only thing. And that would still give me time to enjoy a
few younger men before I hit the menopause.

But there’s no rush.
Maybe some time after the summer holidays? You’ll probably want to have sex when we’re
in Portugal, after all. It would make
the holiday really special, knowing it was the last time for you, don’t you
think?

Anyway, we can talk about it another time. Do you want to watch some TV?

The dignity of labour

Hi honey!

Listen – I was talking to my accountant the other day, and I was telling him all about how humiliated you feel, out of work all this time, and entirely dependent on me – and he –

– Oh don’t be silly. I don’t have secrets from my accountant! –
Anyway – he had the most brilliant idea! He said, why don’t I set up a company and employ you! I mean, I can easily afford it. I get paid more money for one day’s filming than you used to earn in a year, after all! It’s nothing to me, really. Just loose change.

Hmm? Oh I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter what you do, does it? He said he could run up some meaningless forms, and you can spend the day filling them in or something.

And he’s found an office across town where you can do it. Quite a way off – you’ll be commuting for a few hours each day. Just like having a real job! Isn’t that exciting?

Oh no, too late to pull out now. He’s already bought the office block. It was just a few millions, and apparently there’s some kind of tax dodge so it doesn’t really cost me anything.

And he’s already found someone we can pay to be your boss. Hmmmm? Oh, I don’t know. Some awful sweaty old guy, I think. He’ll be on your case all the time, apparently. That way, it’ll feel more like you’re really earning your money, won’t it?

So – you’ll have your own money, and you won’t have to depend on me for everything! Won’t that be great? Minimum wage, of course, but we’ll get a performance management system set up, so maybe you can earn bonuses and promotions for working extra hard – that kind of thing.
Of course you can still live here, sweetie! But I’m going to charge you rent! So you’ll feel really independent and self-sufficient. And I’ll tell the maids to stop cleaning your room.

But I still get to buy you presents, OK? You’ll let me do that?

Great. Maybe I can keep on choosing your clothes, just like now. I like doing that.
Hmm? No, you don’t need to buy new clothes for the job. You have a cute little uniform. It says “Hathaway Enterprises” on it. Isn’t that sweet?

And if there’s ever anything you really want to buy – that you can’t afford – you can always ask. You know that don’t you? It’s not as if the money means anything to me, but for you it’ll be a big deal, now you’re paying for yourself, won’t it? So maybe when I do buy you things, now they’ll be that much more special!

Oh, no, don’t worry about that, darling! Like I said – it’s really just pocket change for me! If I just do one more commerical in Japan, or something like that, apparently it’s enough to employ you 9-5 every day for the next ten years! Isn’t that amazing? So don’t worry about the money – I know it seems like a lot to you, but it’s nothing for me, nothing at all. The important thing is that we need to build up your self-respect! That’s all that matters!

Just think how proud you’ll feel in a year’s time, if you’ve worked hard and I give you a pay rise!