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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!


Silicon strap on abuse

Posted in cock and ball torture, FemDom, fucking the slut with a strap on with tags , , , , on July 2, 2009 by Maitresse

Recently Mistress discovered a new form of torture. My darling slut is a fan of motorcycle racing and will sit up to the wee small hours to watch a Grand Prix. The last one was at Assen in the Netherlands and it looked like being a close race. Toward the end of the race I ordered him to undo his pants and expose himself…. then I rubbed a good handful of deep heat all over his balls and the head of his cock. It was enormously entertaining to watch him unable to sit down properly, jumping around the place making faces. It was a close one, Rossi, Valverde, Stoner and Lorenzo, so he didn’t dare leave the room for a moment. I laughed so hard.

There’s a story going around that when Valentino Rossi goes racing he wears his girlfriend’s underwear. Well, he’s Italian and has won a hundred Grand Prixs so it must be okay.

My slut also likes wearing women’s underwear. We’ve bought him quite a few, with different lace trims and colours. Now he also has a black mini skirt to wear them with, so I have access to him while he’s waiting on me or cooking or worshiping my feet.

Not so long ago we also purchased some new dildo’s for the strap on harness. They make those things out of all sorts of different materials now, from metal and hard plastic to the softest smooth silicon. It’s an amazing texture, a little like smooth skin… To be honest it’s a little wasted on a slut’s arse. Such a dirty little slut who loves to be fucked hard as often as possible really needs a huge black knobbler.

It serves him right to be tied up to the bed, with his knees pulled right up, so he’s immobile and exposed. Another good handful of deep heat or whatever it’s called on the other side of the planet, just to keep his mind on the job, and I can plunge that huge black cock all the way in, right up to the knot. He moans and carries on, of course, because he’s a slut and he can’t get enough. I could probably tie him up there and have half a dozen really hung she-males take turns pumping his hole. Now that would be amusing.

The heat creme is absolutely necessary, of course. It becomes intensely painful but without any pegs or clips or other hardware to get in the way of what Mistress wants to do to her slut. Then a handful of copha to lube up the dildo and fuck the little slut’s arse. I want to enjoy dominating him, it’s about me watching him while he’s bound and helpless, not for him to get off. The heat on his balls is a wonderful addition of pain to the pleasure of Mistress’ attention.

It has the added benefit that when you begin to try to wash it off, it hurts more.

What is a slut for?

Posted in FemDom, male submission, orgasmic utensils, Sex and horniness with tags , , on June 4, 2009 by Maitresse

Recently I haven’t been torturing my slut a whole lot. Once I’d figured out how to successfully punish him without having to put him in the corner for an hour, which would be boring, I’ve been using him for other things.

Maybe it’s something in the water? Whatever it is Mistress has been feeling Her oats, so to speak. I’ve been quite horny. And when Mistress is horny it is of course a slut’s duty to please her.

Needless to say this particular Mistress is very pleased with her slut. He comes over when he’s told, stays when he’s told, will go down on me quite willingly and serve me while I’m spanking his balls. He keeps himself in good shape and serves me sexually in whatever positions or with whatever toys I desire. It might also be that I’m very pleased in the midst of this cock culture* to have found a real man. A man who is sensitive, affectionate, obedient and treats me like a Queen in my own house.

A Mistress is, after all, not a submissive woman. She is not someone who likes to be taken for granted or pushed around. She certainly doesn’t wanted to be treated as less than human on account of not having a particular appendage. A Mistress is a woman with hopes, dreams and aspirations. She is in charge of her own life and wants to live it fully.

A Mistress should be treated with respect. Mistress desires that her slut obey her commands, worship her body and listen to her wishes. If Mistress desires to have an intelligent conversation or a bit of a laugh over something, then it is also appropriate for a slut to accomodate this.

But lately around here it’s been all sex. Wandering around a warehouse full of sex toys might have rubbed off on me. How fortunate that I have a suitable slut to meet all my requirements. The other night he spent an hour or so rubbing my feet and back before being ordered in to my bed. I got on top for a while after he’d licked me, allowing him to worship the sacred cunt of a Priestess, to offer his submission to myself and my Goddess. After I’d had a couple of small orgasms he licked me again. That’s an amazing feeling that, to have a man’s mouth on you, licking and kissing, after penetration. I enjoy lying back on the bed with my legs spread to welcome his attention. It’s a perfect winding down after sex.

Now that I think about it, I’d better order him over again this weekend.

*In which men are influenced by “lad mags” etc. into believing they can treat women as some kind of portable toilets.**

**That is, a receptacle they can jerk off into then walk away from without any genuine respect or appreciation.

This weekend of experimentation, second installment

Posted in cock and ball torture, fucking the slut with a strap on, orgasmic utensils, spanking his arse with tags , , , , on May 24, 2009 by Maitresse

Yesterday I was having a read of Bitchy Jones’ diary. She’s a great writer and reading her thoughts on ‘the filth‘ was quite entertaining.

Of course I love men all smeared in grime. Dirt and mud and engine oil. Hard labour produces sweat and smudges.

Mmmm… A sexy man covered in grease and sweat. How convenient for me that I happened to have one in the backyard. My darling slut is a mechanic, among other things, which means that as well as great sex, submission, masochism and assorted other delightful fetishes I get to drool over him getting all sweaty in the workshop.

As you may have noticed I prefer my slut fairly fresh, shaven and naked in my bed rather than being too grimy. I want the slut ready to serve me in bed at any time I so desire… which tends to be after I’ve spanked or whipped him. And you don’t want engine grease all over the good bondage ropes. Still, Ms Jones has a point. Sweaty, physical slaves can be very attractive.

This weekend was the perfect time to expand Mistress’ toy bag. I decided I wanted a new vibrator. For a little while I’ve had my eye on one of Doc Johnson’s Flowers Swirl Daisy vibrators. It isn’t very big or terribly thick, but it has a lovely pattern and the little switch is smoothly connected to the body. As it turns out the flower texture might be a touch too raised for when you get really carried away and want to fuck it hard… but overall I’m happy with it. Except that now I do want to get myself a larger, thicker one. Something that takes D cells and will chip my teeth.

We rode my slut’s Kawasaki up to the sex shop and spent probably an hour looking at absolutely everything. The strap on harnesses were particularly inspiring. My slut loves having his arse fucked or fingered. That’s one of the reasons why he’s such a slut, heh. Turns out he already owned one. To punish him for not telling me about this earlier or getting it out for me to play with, I put it on when we got home and wore it around the house most of the evening. He was ordered to kneel before me and suck it though somehow that didn’t seem like punishment.

Another toy my slut had hidden away was a paddle. As we sat together in the evening, me wearing the strap on, I spanked his cock again. After beating his cock until it began to bruise, I put him over my knee and started warming him up with the paddle on his arse.
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After a good warmup I got out my yellow cane and took to him. Stroke after heavy stroke brought out long purple welts all over his pale flesh. I must have been neavy handed in my anticipation and arousal, because it wasn’t long before he was begging for mercy. I put the cane down for a time and held him gently in my arms.

Then I fucked his arse.

It’s the first time I’ve used one of those recent strap on harnesses. They’ve become a lot more comfortable and practical than they used to be. With this harness and a lovely smooth blue jelly dong I was able to keep at it for ages, behind him, thrusting hard into him while he groaned and begged me to fuck him harder. The silicon lubes aren’t all that great in comparison to good old copha, but it was still a fun arse fucking.

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After I was satisfied that I’d fucked him hard enough, I ordered him to serve me again. He only licked me for a little while before I wanted to feel his cock inside me. Maybe it’s something in the water? Or the Venus Mars conjunction… whatever it is I’ve been all but insatiable in recent days. My slut has been similarly aroused, he was so wound up after the caning and strap on that I only had to begin talking dirty and he was suddenly withdrawing and apologising that he was cuming already without my permission.

I laughed and held him close for some time. He serves me so well and so enthusiastically, in whatever form I want… such a wonderful slut and I adore him. I did order his to lick it all up, but again, that hardly seemed like punishment.

Now we need another trip to the sex shop for another couple of dongs for the strap on. I’m also planning on making one up myself, in leather. I want the scent of leather in the air when I next take him for my pleasure.

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.

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.


Posted in Sex and horniness with tags , on April 23, 2009 by Maitresse

Been reading again… wasted another day. Well almost. I’m also reading “Mindfuck” by Colin McGinn which is fantastic. There’s some great sex blogs around and one which caught my attention is about masturbation. Solo Lady Love – women and masturbation on the porn for women site, is pretty self explanatory. It’s a great read.

Let’s start with the clitoris, or clit. The pleasure center of a woman, the clit is the one body part that’s only function is to make you feel good. How awesome is that?! To get off, many women touch their clit (the glans of it – the whole clitoris is a structure that reaches into the body and down under the labia!) directly, using one or two fingers to rub, flick, go in little circles, or move back and forth on their button.

I was enjoying this since it’s been on my mind after reading Miss Calico’s thoughts about orgasm the other day. But it was the penultimate paragraph that caught my attention.

There are also women that can come from stroking and playing with their nipples only. Many women use breast and erogenous zone touches to enhance their arousal, but cannot come from it alone. There are also a select few women that can come from thoughts and breathing alone, without any physical stimulation at all. Neat, huh?

How cool would that be, to get off on mind power alone! It can be a bit of a journey to cum at all. It took me until I was about 30 before I could really get into it… and that was DIY. I was married at the time and in a church group, which all but killed my sexuality. *brrr* It’s hard to enjoy your body when you’re being screamed at by some fat old schizophrenic in a suit that you belong to another person and they can do what the hell they want to you. It’s not fun when it’s not consentual. But that’s another story.

It did take some time and experimentation, not to mention all the affirmations written on the bathroom mirror in lipstick! But I got the idea sunk into my subconscious that this is actually my body and I have control over it. (Suck on that you religious fucking pervert!) And this means I get to cum if I bloody well want to.

Ahem… Funny how thoughts wander around when you’re blogging LOL. Spending a few lazy afternoons in bed learning about your physical and emotional responses can do wonders for your security and pleasure.

Since it’s worked really well so far, I’m now thinking about the idea in that advice column. What if you could learn to get off more and more easily? Sports people and others routinely use psychological tricks to enhance their performance and make other constructive alterations to their lives. So do witches, but with more props. I’m picturing burning a pink candle with Perthro, Berkana and Wunjo carved into it, visualising myself having screaming, thrashing orgasms. Or I could simply practise more with my toys and my slut. It’s probably the most appropriate application of sex magic 😀 A big part of it is also the red candle stuff, I find. Strength, security, confidence… sinking in to the heart’s stream that this is my body, it’s a good thing and it’s right to enjoy it.

I didn’t make a New Years’ resolution this year. Generally they’re something along the lines of “I will meditate more and worry less”… but the more I think about it “I will learn to let myself have earth shattering orgasms” sounds like a fucking plan!