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Summer

Posted in FemDom, male submission, my darling slut with tags , , on March 17, 2010 by Maitresse

It’s been some time since Mistress made an entry in the blog. Over Summer I’ve been playing with my house slut a little, practising the fisting and assorted other things.

Any time he takes Me out, I cane his arse beforehand and then watch him squirming all evening as he feels the welts.

Presently we’re interviewing malesluts for a second house slave position. It has been most amusing reading all the application letters. Some pigmales mistakenly send letters saying “hi sexy” with a photo of a penis or backside attached. Needless to say Mistress doesn’t bother replying to such forward individuals.

There are those, however, who make polite introductions and address Mistress appropriately as the superior being She is. There have been four or five of these in recent days and Mistress will be screening them over coming weeks.

One of the requirements is for participation in a little fetish photography. It’s been a while since I’ve had the camera out and I’m looking forward to posting some new pics of males in lingerie, stockings and submissive poses.

Here’s hoping Mistress finds some amusing and deserving males to play with.

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!

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

Training for strap on sex

Posted in FemDom, fucking the slut with a strap on with tags , , , , , , on June 10, 2009 by Maitresse

The long weekend was perfect for spending lots of time in bed training the slut. Not long after I arrived, I took the collar out of my toy bag. My darling slut came and knelt before me and held his hair out of the way for me to put his collar on. He wore it most of the weekend.

I’d planned to buy a larger dildo for the strap on harness and some new metal rings to hold them in place better. At the sex shops we went to there were lots of different dongs, some small some huge, but not many in between for gradually building up. Quite a few of them were moulded with balls and a suction cap that might do in a pinch but not really what I was hoping for. Since my slut already has the only cock I really want to look at, my preference is for dildos and vibrators that have a smooth or spiral kind of finish. Plastic dicks are so impersonal.

After we’d spent Saturday out looking around, we decided on a 7 1/2 inch dildo and a set of rubber rings. The only metal ones came with a chest harness. I guess you could use curtain rings at a pinch, though it might be interesting if the lady in the craft shop asks what you’re making.

When we got in on Saturday evening, I tried the new dong on for size. “Come here and check this out” I called to him. He walked in to see me in the lovely satin nightie with a big dildo sticking out from under it. Without question he came over, knelt down and began sucking it. My darling, willing, dirty little slut. I tied him up in a rope harness which he wore while he was making dinner, tied over his new skirt so I could feel his arse and balls while he was working.

That night he was being quite cheeky. He’s not a naturally subservient kind of person and I often take some time spanking him or torturing his cock to bring him into subspace. Saturday night I warmed him up with a great spanking with the paddle. In the bottom of my toybag I also found a long black leather belt which has been in there for some time. I thought it would be amusing to give my slut a bit of a belting as well. He was ordered to kneel on the floor so I could swing the belt properly, and he confessed that he is a dirty little slut who deserves a good belting. He loves being owned by me and available for me to play with and fuck.

After I’d had enough fun and his arse was bright cherry red, I wanted to try out the new dildo on him. He was wearing the new black skirt he’d bought and some gorgeous lacy panties. I pulled on a rubber glove and lubed him up. Then I fucked him on the loungeroom floor. The new dildo held on as I pumped it hard up into his arse again and again. I ran my nails down his back and kissed him a few times before fucking him more. He has his face down and groaned and moaned the whole time in ecstasy. He couldn’t get enough, the dirty little slut.

Later I took him to bed and had him service me. He was so wound up from the fucking and cock torture that he begged to be allowed to serve me with his cock. Eventually I permitted it and he was very, very good. He was even given permission to cum. Naturally he obeyed.

Sunday afternoon was spent in a lovely warm haze. Because it was a long weekend, we had another night together to play. In the early evening I amused myself for an hour or so with pegs on his balls and cock, flicking them for fun to see if I could make them flick off. He wasn’t bound but I ordered him to lie back on the couch and he stayed there, naked and collared, as I played with him.

Large pegs are quite good because they give the impression that they’re going to hurt. Little girls’ hair clips are really good fun. Good for the foreskin. They look so small and sweet, but the teeth inside are quite snappy and the pain will build up rapidly over time. And they can be flicked off with a riding crop or cane.

That night I decided to take his training a little further. Not with the cane this time, although I had used the paddle and belt until my arm ached… Mostly for the strap on. The best dildos for strap ons are all huge. Long and thick. And my slut is really ready for a great big cock.

I took him to bed and got out the gloves and lube again. As he knelt on the bed moaning softly in submission, I fingered him. Slowly I stroked him with one finger, then added another and another. Before long I fucked him with my hand. He’s working up to being fisted and fucked with a big dong. After some time and quite a bit of lube, I had most of my hand fucking him and he loved it.

Later I fucked him again with the strap on. I ordered him to roll over on his back and I fucked him like that, so I could kiss him and look into his eyes as I plunge my big cock into him again and again. He was so wound up that when I gave him the order to serve me, he was ready to cum again almost immediately. Of course he had to wait a while, but since he had performed so beautifully for me I gave him permission again.

It was wonderful to have the extra day off. We spent a long night together in each other’s arms and stayed in bed late in the morning to enjoy the feeling. It was cold outside and raining, so we stayed warm. My slut enjoyed wearing his new skirt around the house with the panties on underneath. They’re a lovely light green with a greyish trim and they look gorgeous on him. In the skirt he is exposed for me and I can walk up to him any time and put my hand up the skirt to pinch or feel him. Or pull up the skirt and spank his arse.

What a great way to spend a weekend. Especially a long weekend. Now I need the week for my arm to recover LOL.

I thoroughly enjoyed having that time together alone with my darling slut. He is so sweet and obedient to me. It’s wonderful to have him as my very own loving, collared sub.

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.

Slut sex

Posted in FemDom, male submission, Sex and horniness with tags , , , , on May 21, 2009 by Maitresse

I notice my slut has been busy over on his blog… He delights in recounting his experiences for the enjoyment of others. He’s such a slut.

It’s one of the things I whisper in his ear when I’ve commanded him to serve me in bed. That he’s such a dirty little slut, how he serves his Mistress so willingly, that he’s my property and I can order him to do anything… One of the most wonderful things about owning a submissive male is that despite their being as eager for sex as most males, they don’t take liberties with Mistress’ person or presence. When he comes over to my place he’ll often shave so his face is baby smooth, in case I order him to lick my pussy… but he always waits on my orders. *sigh* How sweet.

When I grab a handful of his hair and push his face down on me, he never resists. One of my favourite tortures is to play with him while he’s eating me. A Mistress will, of course, seek to blur the line between pleasure and pain for her obedient slut. I enjoy holding his lovely hard 9″ cock and teasing him while slapping his balls hard, as he’s going down on me. Despite the pain and constant stimulation, he continues serving and worshiping my cunt for as long as I tell him to. It’s no wonder he’s one of very few men I can cum with. Talk about good foreplay!

Recently in bed I got a little carried away and ordered him to cum after only about half an hour of sex. Naturally he complied, but later I was a little disappointed I’d been so impatient. It’s exquisite to lie in bed having my slut serve me while I’m drifting off to sleep. I missed the feel of his hard cock gently stroking me while I lay in his arms.

Of course the best sexual service is after I’ve just whipped his arse red raw. Last weekend my property was being a mouthy little slut, and since I hadn’t handed out any real corporal punishment or torture in a while it was kind of getting on my nerves. So when the opportunity presented itself I tied him to my four poster bed and gave him a belting. He’s been in training for caning and horsewhipping for a few months now and I felt it was time to extend him a little. After a frustrating evening it was really quite pleasant to feel the arc of the cane in my hand and hear the impact on the pale, soft flesh of his exposed backside. So pleasant that I continued beating him while he groaned and writhed on the bed.

This time the welts grew and darkened quickly. I used the cane on him vertically as well as across his cheeks, so he had dark purple stripes all over his gorgeous behind. It wasn’t long before he was begging for a hug in between strokes. My slut loves being hugged and held after a good whipping. Not only is he my collared property but he desires to submit himself to me and revels in those moments of gentle contact that balance the punishment with my love for him.

That phrase sounds so good I’ll write it again… My darling, dirty little slut is my owned property. I feel such a rush of power and dominance when he submits himself to me and is bound to the bed or bound in rope. With his hands securely tied he puts himself completely in my hands. I can do whatever the fuck I want to him there while he lies naked, vulnerable and imobile on my bed. It is my privilege to consider when to whip him, when to hug or hold him, when to take his erect cock in my mouth and give him a good hard, slow suck before bringing the cane down again hard on his tender flesh or twisting the head of his erection in my fist. Gods I love playing with my slut. He is also my favourite sex toy and I do enjoy him.