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New rope

Posted in FemDom, fucking the slut with a strap on, male submission, my darling slut, rope on a slut on September 9, 2009 by Maitresse

Last week I came across some gorgeous bright purple nylon rope. There’s now 8 metres of it brand new, coiled in my toy bag. Hopefully I’ll get the chance to try it out on my slut this weekend.

I think he’s getting a bit twitchy. He’s been blogging more regularly than I have, good boy, but he’s now ranting about tourists and mountain bikes. Hmmm. Might be time for a tie up and a good hard flogging.

Not that he hasn’t been getting floggings. His arse was quite red quite frequently last weekend when I was working on those new floggers and whips. But he does like to be dropped into sub space heavily from time to time. After we took the photos of him tied up a few months ago, I had wondered what it would look like with lovely bright coloured rope. Now I guess we get the chance to find out, and sort him out at the same time LOL.

We’ve also been working on training his arse. He’s a real arse slut and absolutely loves to have his backside played with, whether it be wax, whips, canes or the strap on. I’ve been gradually working up to fisting him, which is taking a while. In order to progress this, he now has orders to use the butt plug during the week. The dirty little slut sends me text messages on the phone telling me how obedient he’s being!

Now that his cuffs are finished, I can tie him up to the bed again and have another try at fisting and bondage combination. He absolutely adores that. There’s nothing quite like standing over a prone male who’s tied to your bed and grinning maniacally as you pull on and lube up a rubber glove!

We’ll see how good he’s been with his arse training….

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What a woman really wants

Posted in FemDom, male submission, my darling slut, rope on a slut with tags , , , , , , , on September 8, 2009 by Maitresse

This has been the subject of a few movies and books, not to mention squillions of crappy magazine articles, over the years. Mostly they come from the perspective within the meta-narrative which casts women as merely suppport actors… props and helpers of men. Some seem to accept living on the margins in the little feminine, passive box, which is their business.

Here’s my thoughts on the subject. It’s a lovely rainy day and I’m relaxing at home with my feet up, daydreaming about having them worshiped by a worthy slave. And another at my side on his hands and knees for me to rest my drink on. And another to serve the drinks… And another with an artistic phisique out on the lawn raking or something.

I like to have doors opened for me. Not because I’m one of “the weaker sex” but because I’m superior and deserve it. I like a male slave to pick up and clean up around the house because it’s his place to serve me. Most of all I like to be respected as the Goddess that I am.

A thrall comes in handy to kneel beside the bed and help slip my feet into five and half inch black patent stiletto shoes before we go out for a fetish night. Or he can wear a rope harness and skirt while he’s making dinner and setting the table.

I like to have a man kneeling at my feet to be flogged, spanked or caned when I’m feeling a little stressed and want to relieve myself. Forget stress balls. A good hard heavy whipping with a long flogger made of fine grain Italian belt leather is just what a woman needs to let off some steam and feel at peace with the world again.

On weekends my own darling slut comes over and serves me like this. It would be really fun to have other slaves around to call on during the week, just when I feel like it.

And fetish nights out are the greatest. There’s nothing like dressing up in black PVC, in a pencil skirt and wasp waisted jacket, like the senior female executive from hell (or heaven). Imagine going in to work in the morning and having to greet Her across half an acre of polished mahogany desk? The sexual tension would be absolutely tangible, but in an office it would all have to be deliciously unspoken. Magic. Almost makes me want to take an executive position managing a legal firm. I’d have a lovely dark office, all teal and antique gold, with ebony furniture heavy enough to double as bondage equipment after hours. Gaggles of males working in the place would wear silk panties and fishnet stockings under their three piece pin striped suits, not to mention the deep welts on their backsides from frequent canings.

Ahem… where was I?

My primary is slim and well groomed, with distinguished silver hair that he likes to refer to as ‘salt and pepper’, he comes up very nicely in basic black for a kinky night out. I put his collar on him and he walks around all night on the end of my leash… It’s been a while since I’ve given him a proper flogging in public which is something that ought to be addressed next time we hit the clubs. Now that the weather’s warming up, he can walk around half naked so I guess I need to order him to get a full body wax too.

Last weekend I made up a couple of whips for a new order. One of them was indeed made from heavy belt leather. It was absolutely gorgeous. I’m going to make another, with a dozen or so half inch tails about two feet long. That will be absolutely thumping! It will bruise a lucky slut just looking at him, muahahaha. Considering I’ve also finished a matching set of cuffs for my darling slut, perhaps we do need to get out and play!

Male submission photos

Posted in FemDom, male submission photos, rope on a slut with tags , , , on June 5, 2009 by Maitresse

The gallery page has been updated.

My slut looks gorgeous in rope, if I do say so myself.