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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!

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Male submission photos

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

My slut not only enjoys writing about his own submission, but apparently loves reading my own comments. Isn’t it wonderful when your slave sends you a message telling you his cock gets hard reading your posts?

For the voyeurs among you, here’s some photos of the weekend’s beating.

bound hands 170509 290 Hands securely bound to the bed end, he’s not going anywhere and I can do whatever I like.

slut collar 170509 290 The collar I made for him, because he’s my property.

spanked arse 170509 290 The welts on his arse left by the cane. The bruises lasted several days.

The weekend slut

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , , , , on May 5, 2009 by Maitresse

My slut came over on Friday night, dutifully bringing 15 metres of new rope with him. He’s been spending quite a bit of time walking around in a rope harness these days, which he loves and I find quite amusing.

He’d offered to take me out for dinner on the Saturday. This was something of a surprise but certainly a wonderful night. Naturally before we go out together anywhere I whip his arse. He has a European complexion and his skin can be hard to mark, so I really lay in with the cane these days. Even so, the stripes are usually gone the next evening.

After warming him up with the English leather riding crop, I put my hand on the teflon coated cane. Yum! He wasn’t gagged or tied to the bed this time, so there was quite a bit of squirming and muffled swearing as I applied vicious strokes to his bare arse.

It’s really quite funny when he’s groaning trying not to wriggle around too much. As he moans muffled curses into the pillows I frequently stand over his naked body laughing, watching the welts rise on his flesh. There are many occasions on which we’d be over and done, but his reactions provoke me into continuing the corporal punishment just to watch the decorations and antics. It’s so much fun and gets me seriously wet.

Following a good whipping he is free to take me out and all night long I am aware of moments when his eyes lose focus a little as he’s shifting in his seat… It is delightful to observe his continuing awareness of my dominance and ownership of him. It might even be my most favourite part of a night out… Other than times we go to fetish clubs and he rubs my feet and otherwise serves me in public. He is a devoted darling slut.

After dinner he was ordered to serve me again in bed. No bondage this time and no further corporal punishment… the sex turned into a long, slow sensuous tantric experience. He listens to my every command and obeys, except when we fall asleep. I was pleasantly surprised when I first realised he can perform and serve according to a tantric method. Some men are way to quick and eager. Others have no imagination. My darling slut will happily maneuver through three or four of my favourite positions and then allow me to fall asleep in his arms while he’s still hard up behind me.

Next morning we put the new length of rope to good use experimenting with some new harnesses that somewhat confine his upper arms. 10 metres was a little too short to tie off neatly, the 15 metres leaves plenty of rope to play with. At present I’m using lots of diamonds over his back and front, as they look kinda cute, but there’s other patterns of cuffs and angles to be tried. I can see I’m going to have to find a book for some more info on the basics.

We took photos of him in the harness and also hogtied on the floor. He was noticably quieter when bound like that. Who would have thought that just a little bit of rope can reduce a grown man to a spaced out submissive decorating my lounge room floor? That sub space is quite wonderful to observe. It must be an amazing trance like experience. Personally I have other vectors for trance and meditation. The mere thought of being tied up by someone has me wanting to break bones and scratch out eyes. LOL

Afterwards he rubbed my feet and worshiped my arse, like a good little slut. I lay on the floor on blankets while we watched movies together and he continued massaging my feet and legs. I had a wonderful relaxing weekend and my feet feel fabulous.

Slut on a rope

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , on April 27, 2009 by Maitresse

We had a lovely relaxing weekend. Well, relaxing for me. It was cold, windy and raining so we stayed in by the fire and had a lovely time.

My slut enjoyed being my crash test dummy for decorative rope bondage. That’s basically rope in diamond patterns all over the body. I tied him up nice and tight, particularly right up his crotch, and he spent all night cooking, serving and waiting on me in his little harness.

It gave me complete access to him if I wanted to pinch or spank during the evening and I could reach out any time I liked and pull on the rope… which he would feel tightening all over him. The sensation of being bound while he’s serving around the house really enforces the sensation of my ownership and dominance of him. My pretty little slut. Well, my pretty hung like a horse slut.

Because he’d been so good and cooked so well for me, I rewarded him by allowing him to cum. The rope really gets him going, so he was fucking me even more enthusiasticall than normal. I ordered him to cum on my belly, so I can grab a fist full of his hair and force his face down on me to lick it all up. Well, force is hardly the word. More like guiding my dirty little slut. He loves it. He spurted all over the place and even had it on his face.

Later in the night he went down on me for a while, as I lay back on the couch enjoying myself. He might have been a bit cheeky at times, for which his arse was cropped a couple of times, but he was such fun to play with. I really enjoy owning my slut.

Hog tied

Posted in male submission with tags , , on April 17, 2009 by Maitresse

My darling slut just loves being tied up. Rope bondage, collar and cuffs, leather thong… he drops so quickly into a deep subspace and willingly submits to all sorts of torture.

One of the first scenes we did together involved him tied up on the floor. With his hands bound he can still move around a bit, to take whatever position amuses me at the time and the restraint maintains the mental awareness of his submission.  After a lengthy session whipping his bare ass red with a lovely English leather riding crop, I dripped hot wax all over his cock and balls.

The groans and twitches were delightful to watch, as I laughed and let the candle drip… Later I used the crop again to whip all the wax off his skin. He knelt on all fours and kissed my feet to thank me for the attention. He also had to vaccuum the loungeroom to clean it all up!

More recently he’s been hog tied. This position has him face down, naked of course, on the floor with his hands and feet tied behind him. It holds him pretty well still for anything else I feel like doing to him. By standing over him with one foot either side, I can use the cane overhand and raise gorgeous welts all over his behind. He drools into the carpet.