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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!


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

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.

Spanking his balls

Posted in cock and ball torture, FemDom, male submission with tags , , , , , on May 23, 2009 by Maitresse

It seems the practise of associating pleasure with pain works quickly in males. For some months now I’ve been in the habit of slapping my slut’s balls while he’s worshiping my pussy. Initially he would have an erection pretty much as soon as I commanded him to go down… but after a slap or two would lose it. So I began slowly stroking and pulling his cock while slapping his balls. The reaction is gorgeous. He moans and squirms but can’t go anywhere since I have hold of his cock. He also won’t stop licking me until I tell him.

Last night while we were sitting on the couch together, I decided to test some of his training. My slut was lying back on the couch with his lovely big cock exposed and his legs spread. I picked up my yellow cane and began flicking him with it. Rather than cringing as he might have done back in March, he happily lay there and made his body available for my amusement.

Sitting up one end of the couch with him lying naked before me, I had access to his most vulnerable and sensitive flesh. Despite being unbound my slut lay still, well mostly still, and accepted the torture and play as I explored his responses to his training. Cocks as you may know can take quite a bit of punishment. Moreso when the slut associates such punishment with pleasing Mistress and serving Her. My slut was a beautiful figure, lying naked with his eyes closed, submitting himself completely. His Mistress was playing with him and he loves it.

I have a long fiberglass cane which is coated in teflon, and it really packs a punch. It’s the cane that left all the lovely deep purple welts on his arse in the photos. It will cut the skin if used correctly. Last night I used it to spank my slut’s cock and balls for an hour or so. As I said, we began tenatively, testing his training. Before long I was whipping his cock quite hard.

My darling slut lay back before his Mistress with his legs splayed apart, presenting himself fully. I caned the head of his cock repeatedly and saw that he had a great throbbing erection. I told him as much and he responded that he loved to serve his Mistress and please Her in any way he could. To test this I continued caning his cock and balls, waiting in between strokes until his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed a little, then bringing the cane down hard on his exposed balls, watching as he cried and writhed under my hand.

Despite the pain, or perhaps now in connection with it, his gorgeous cock that I so love to have serve me in bed remained lovely and hard. Erect and darkened, bare and available for my pleasure. My slut endured the beating… or should I say delighted in it. He was crying and begging at one stage, pleading with me that he’d been such an obedient sub and had dinner ready for me when I arrived and all… waiting on me hand and foot.

Of course a Mistress must reward such a good slut. He had his cock beaten and caned for about an hour.

After I had grown tired of this amusement and was sufficiently satisfied that his training is progressing well, I sat with him and hugged him for a little while. Later I took him to bed but he was not permitted to cum because I didn’t feel like letting him.

He is my darling slut. My property, I own every inch of him. His submission is a precious gift to me, I treasure it and adore him. What a wonderful slut he is. I shall quite enjoy taking his training further in future.

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.

Getting it off

Posted in FemDom, Sex and horniness with tags , , , on April 22, 2009 by Maitresse

As may be obvious from the ever growing list of blog links over there, I’ve been looking around for other kinky stuff to read. There’s some fantastic writers around, and people having some fantastic sex! These days I’m not so much jealous as inspired… To the point where my slut and I are planning a bit of a Mistress’ night in the next month or so. Picture a half dozen Dommes sitting around with various girls and boys waiting on them hand and foot for the evening. What a splendid way to spend a night!

Miss Calico was discussing ‘did you come‘ recently and it got me thinking about the whole orgasm thing. Again. As it happens I was going to use this blog exclusively for lighthearted kinky shit and keep my politics on another blog where there’s more identifying info. However, reading some other sexy bloggers’ thoughts has prompted me to want to put a little more thought into some of this.

Since I’m one of *those* women who can cum merrily all night with a dildo but not so often with a real live male, the idea of pleasure during sex is not so straightforward. Reading some slave training sites you’d think that anorgasmia is purely a result of overstimulation. Which basically means you’re spoiled by too good a dildo. This may actually be the case for me. But it’s solely because I can hit the right spot hard enough often enough, rather than any deficiency on behalf of my slut. He can go all night and is very well endowed. So why don’t I cum constantly, repeatedly when fucking him? Mostly I think it’s because some of my orgasms are for me to enjoy.

It took me a long time to really own my own body. This is an idea I had to grow into as an adult, because I hadn’t really learnt it as a youngster. Long story. These days I tell myself fairly frequently that this flesh is all mine, I get to choose who can and can’t do what to or with me. I get to enjoy it. Touch it, flex it, share it occasionally. Mine.

So am I simply selfish with my orgasms? Possibly. Who cares? I’m the Mistress around here and I can do whatever the hell I want. Which is not to say that fucking my slut doesn’t get me off. There’s nothing quite so enjoyable as an hour or two spent in his arms with that long, slow stroking warming me up inside. Particularly when he’s been soundly beaten beforehand or bound and spanked. He’s my toy. My favourite sex toy.

And as Miss Calico opines, in agreement with Tantric principles I might add, orgasm isn’t all there is to it. Sometimes you do want a truly hammering, luscious squirt almost as a kind of indulgent self-expression, but sometimes it’s preferable to have the pleasure levels elevated more constantly.

Either way he has to lick it up afterwards.

the question of chastity

Posted in FemDom with tags , on April 20, 2009 by Maitresse

Surfing the BDSM blogs for new links, I notice that there are a few sites out there where men record their experiences of forced chastity. I love this idea, but don’t practise it. The thought of some man prevented from experiencing sexual pleasure is quite a turn on… but not for my man. Mainly because if he doesn’t get any I won’t be getting any. At least not from him.

And one thing my slut does very well is serve in bed. I enjoy him frequently and take advantage of his experience with tantric sex. He is of course usually very obedient when it comes to orgasm denial. This is appropriate since sex is about pleasing me.

Every few weeks or so I’ll allow him to cum. I command him to do so, in order to submit his pleasure and release to me. He cums in service to me. On Saturday after we’d been playing a little and he’d put on the cock strap to better serve me, he was a little too enthusiastic about pleasing me. After about forty minutes of long slow strokes interspersed with quick lusty pumping, he was behind me and announced that he needed to change positions lest he cum. But he said it too late 🙂

I smiled to myself as I felt him groaning and leaning on me. After only a moment he spurted all over my back. I told him to lick it all up, which he did eagerly, cleaning his cum off my skin with his tongue. Later I spanked his balls for this.

He wasn’t punished too harshly for this unauthorised orgasm, mainly because I was feeling lenient. We’d been to a club on Friday night and he’d been very attentive giving me foot massages while we sat in the lounge watching the kinks show off all their fine fetish gear. Several people admired the attention I was getting. One Domme even asked if he would serve her. Hmmm. I laughed at the time. Here was my darling slut sitting at my feet wearing my collar, and She approached him!

Naturally my slut declined. This is my favourite toy, afterall, and I don’t share him.

On Sunday he got a good hard horsewhipping to mark his arse as mine. After warming him up nice and hot, and laying in with my lovely long dressage whip, he was ready for me to fuck him. He’s such an arse slut. I adore using my hand on him.

So it seems that in this relationship there isn’t a whole lot of chastity going on. No doubt it suits lots of couples, but I’m much more in favour of plenty of kinky sex with a submissive male whose arse is red and stinging to remind him that I own it. And the rest of him.