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Further thoughts on owning slave males

Posted in fantasy, FemDom, getting all metaphysical, male submission, spanking his arse with tags , , , , on September 7, 2009 by Maitresse

It’s a wonderful thing, being a dominant woman. I am free to be myself and express myself as I choose, regardless of whatever social gender constructs may describe. If I wish to order my slut around and have him do the housework, or belt his arse red with the riding crop, then I can. No bother about whether I’m quiet or submissive, no concern over whether I should or should not speak up in mixed company. No hassles at all about letting men take the lead. They are, afterall, created to worship Mistress.

Female supremacy? Why the hell not?

My darling slut enjoyed his weekend. While I was working on an order of heavy leather floggers he was ordered to do dishes and clean up the yard. While at the sink he had taken his panties off, which became something of a novelty since being ordered around gave him a hard on and he was poking the cupboard doors whilst trying to stand next to the sink. I found this quite amusing. He has a gorgeous big cock and loves to walk around the house naked or in stated of partial undress so I can have easy access to bite, slap or spank him.

At one point he was on his hands and knees picking up leather off cuts and asked me when we were going to get some kinky fuck lawyers as house slaves to do this, and play with. I’m still fantasising about all that….

Mind you, despite the reputation law has for producing prize kinks, there are other professions which are almost as bad. Ministry for instance. How many ministers appear in church every weekend preaching about Jezebel or Mary Magdalen only to spend their time in the quiet hours reading about dominant women, Dominatrices or dreaming about having themselves tied up and fucked by a beautiful African woman with a 12″ strap on? Shame about all that “women must submit” crap, isn’t it? If only you’d been honest perhaps you might have talked your wife into tying you up and whipping your arse, instead of dreaming about it furtively and having to keep up appearances. Too bad for you.

Still, my household may take shape yet. As mentioned in my last post, I’ve set up my paypal account to accept donations from willing sluts who desire to honour Mistress with their devotion. The donate button isn’t working in it’s little box, so I’ll bung it in here and see what happens. The address for donations is MaitresseHecate@gmail.com

My turn

Posted in BDSM fiction, fantasy, FemDom, male submission with tags , , , , , , on September 2, 2009 by Maitresse

The ‘nets, it seems, abound with chatter by submissive males about their desires and drives. Plenty of pr0n too, if you’re looking for it. But it’s not all about demanding pigmales seeking their own pleasure, as if a Mistress were merely a prop to fulfill their fantasies rather than a divine and dominant Woman.

So it’s my turn. Yes, that’s right, Mistress has a fantasy of Her own.

I was looking around my place this week, thinking how nice it would be to have a full time house slave to pick up and clean up after me. Not someone who would demand attention or need to be played with at all. A thrall I could ignore apart from giving orders to wash the dishes or fetch some lotion for my feet. Or clean my dancing shoes.

Come to think of it, I could cope with a whole housefull of such beasts. Educated, professional men, hell, probably all lawyers because we all know how kinky fucking lawyers are… They can pay for the privilege, naturally.

Mistress sets strict hours for them to work. They’re (there’s about four or five of them) home by 6:30 ready to go for a swim before dinner. They are my sous chefs in the kitchen because I am a red hot cook and of course I’m going to be ordering them around rather than doing any work myself. I can dress them in little black and white French maids’ outfits to do the housework or laugh at them while they try to walk in high heels with butt plugs up their tight little white boy arses.

We eat better than most restaurants can provide. We live in luxury, well, Mistress does anyway. We have time for exercise and play. We are a complete kinky household. And Mistress is the Empress who runs the whole show. The male thralls have no interest other than serving and pleasing Her. Oh, there is work of course, for them. They go off to their day jobs acting like they’re simply renting an apartment or perhaps boarding with a householder. They may be wearing silk underwear under their suits if it amuses Mistress to have them do so. They may be wearing a tie She used to bind their balls with the night before. She may of course, completely ignore them other than expecting the board to be paid and the housework done.

On weekends my darling slut comes over and I might amuse myself by having one of the household thralls serve him. Or suck him, since he seems to want his dick sucked LOL. It’s a pretty dick too, as they go. No doubt the dirty little perverts who serve Mistress would love to be bound and forced to suck and lick a beatiful hard 9 inch cock.

Or simply serve drinks and wait on Mistress as she amuses herself with the boys.

I’m rather enjoying this. I’d have a five or six bedroom house in the Eastern suburbs on about half an acre, with glorious gardens and a lovely big veggie patch we could pretty well live out of. There’d be an open fire place to warm my feet by and watch the thralls cleaning. There’d be a *big* kitchen for me to preside over and have the thralls produce exquisite meals every night. There’d be a lovely big lounge to sit in, in the evenings, so the thralls could entertain me with conversation of travel, books or other stories of interest so watching the goddamned idiot box isn’t high on the menu.

In fact, I’m enjoying this so much that I’m going to start exploring the possibility of actually living like this. I’m going to open a paypal donation account and put it on the blog so worthless little shits can put money toward Mistress having new shoes or nice pvc fetish wear… and look toward moving in to a place which would accomodate such a kink “family”.

It is only appropriate, afterall. I am Mistress. Slutty little males may worship me. They may offer presents and devotion to me. I may, if I feel inclined, post photos of the new shoes I’ve bought with the money, but don’t hold your breath. It is most likely that Mistress will merely accept this devotion as her due and completely ignore the males whose duty it is to worship her. They are only submissives and slaves, only males afterall.

There’s now a Paypal link on the right. This is a premier account which accepts credit card payments to MaitresseHecate@gmail.com

This should be fun!

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