My tastes are very eclectic. I like to employ so many different types of torment. It is not all sissy humiliation and petticoating for poor bitch-boy. On Sunday he spent over four hours in total sensory deprivation and extreme bondage. I am not usually that much into visuals, but the sight of him with blindfold, funnel gag, ear plugs, posture collar and so much restrictive bondage, that he could not move at all, got me so hot! He is in for a few more hours of his sensory deprivation tonight. I have a couple of DVD’s I want to watch.

Despite 14 days of denial, I ended the session with smacking his stiff little object with the ruler and applying Deep Heat, then locked back into his tube.

I will begin on Volume 4 of my journals this weekend because I just have to write a full account of the four-plus hours spent on Sunday. He has begged and begged, with all his heart, not to have a repeat session tonight, so I know I am doing the right thing.

Again, he was completely secured to the bed last night for three hours. I had him wearing his straight jacket and I secured his head gear to the bed head, along with his ankles to the bed which are in cuffs, and wearing a gag, blindfold and ear plugs too. The ear plugs are not ideal but some mouldable silicon wax ones are on order which I think will be far more effective at blocking out all sound.

I had a baby monitor beside me so that I could keep a check on him, not that he can get into any mischief! Mostly I have the monitor by my side because it makes me smile whenever I look at the screen and see how much power I have over him.

At the beginning of the 3 hours I told bitch boy, as I left the room and switched out the light, that he can think about the next evening as he lies there, because he is going to be doing the ironing, his least favourite chore, in his maids outfit, for the whole evening.

He was so sad and subjugated when I finally released him, he timidly said he had been close to a panic attack, but I felt no guilt. He is my plaything to do with as I wish.

I have surprised myself a little, using Christmas as a measurement tool. I was so much crueller to poor bitch-boy this year than last year. I continue to get worse! Christmas Eve I relaxed and he did 7 hours of tedious chores in his parody maid’s outfit, and then suffered 4 hours of total deprivation bondage which he begged and begged not to have to undergo. Christmas Day he did four hours of tedious chores in his maids outfit, wearing his new hood (more on that later), and 4 hours of total deprivation bondage.

His presents –  I bought  him two pairs of very high heeled shoes for me to wear, and wearing either pair, I tower over him. I love them. I also bought him a beautiful and expensive underwear set for me to wear.  Despite these things being for me to wear, they are his presents because he gets the privilege and pleasure of seeing me in them.  That seems fair to me. I also bought a made-to-measure pink and cream rubber hood which zips up behind his head. (Picture of a black and white version of the hood below). It completely dehumanises him. He hates the heat and discomfort. He wore it during his 4 hours of chores Christmas day and I noticed that, I found myself being even crueller to this creature which had no human face, which was just a utility of toil, not a person, not my husband.

I bought him some little girl comics and, in due course, he will be playing the part of a little girl, at my feet, and working his way through each infantile, little girl’s game and story in each comic.

I also bought him some candy for a game I invented. On the 27^th he did very badly playing the game for the first time, which resulted in him being strapped down and receiving 360 strokes with a number of my favourite implements of punishment. That was the demerit score he built up playing the game. By far the most I have ever dished out in one session. I had to stop after 200 and ‘satisfy myself’ as I had gotten so ‘hot’ with all his whimpering and squirming and the red vivid markings on his arse and backs of thighs. Truth be told, I have had to ‘satisfy myself’ or have him use his tongue, a great deal this holiday.

On the morning of the 30th I put him into cotton bondage (and a nappy and lockable rubber pants) and left him helpless and confined in bed while I went shopping for two hours.

I have become so much more cruel in the last 12 months, I wonder how much crueller I might yet get as the years pass by?

BTW, his gifts to me included some very, very expensive underwear and jewellery, and a few other things that were just perfect.

Well a new experience for bitch-boy and I yesterday. I adopted one of my favourite roles of Nurse Nasty, but I also put bb into total sensory depravation between nurse’s visits to her patient. I have to say I found it all very arousing and delightful – not so bb I’m afraid. He begged pitifully to not undergo it but he is my play-toy and I am free to do whatever I want with him, and he only has himself to blame for the situation.

He was strapped to the bed for over 4 hours in all and Nurse Nasty visited him four times. (Those of you who have read my journals will have read the detailed descriptions of Nurse Nasty’s treatments and regimes.) Suffice to say, there was a drip for his funnel gag, filled with my nectar. There was a thorough cleaning of his little clitty with a toothbrush and soap, then a very, very hot flannel wrapped around it. It did keep getting all hard which I am sure was due to the beneficial medical treatments rather than that he had not cum for 14 days and I was stroking and squeezing between treatments. Then a lemon juice soaked bandage wrapped around it nicely while all the pores were open after the hot flannel. Oh the whimpering and tears and sobbing, I just had to take a break to ‘see to myself’ while he continued to sob and whimper, such sweet, arousing music.

Three other treatment sessions followed with about an hour between each, during which time he was secured at every limb joint and gagged, ear plugged and blindfolded. I used my video baby monitor to keep an eye on him while I watched DVDs and made phone calls. Other treatments included my Erostek electrical unit while I read a book, Deep Heat embrocation cream, the trusty ruler and some other things. I had to ‘see to myself’ several times although once I also queened him.

I was working at home yesterday and wanted to have bitch-boy experience a very miserable day to make mine more pleasurable. I dressed him as a schoolgirl, even including a straw boater with ribbons hanging from the back of the brim. While his little clitty was flaccid I buckled and padlocked a leather pin lined restraint on, getting the diameter down to even less than a wine cork. No erections for him while out of my direct control. He looked so humiliated and sad when I patronisingly smiled at him in his grey pleated gymslip et al. Then a harsh deterrent punishment of around 36 strokes of the cane, I did not count the number.

First he had to do hand washing – home maker’s class. Next a long and tedious task of domestic paperwork filing and going through old files discarding redundant paperwork – business administration class. A tedious job indeed which took him three hours, interrupted only when I occasionally shouted to him that I needed a coffee.

Half way through this task, he made me a delicious lunch – Cookery class. (I allowed him a glass of tap water.) While I ate, I had him kneel on his coir matting, sucking on a big dildo stuck to the door –  just in case I needed to be waited on further by him during the consumption of my lunch. Lunch over he had to return to the filing.

Three times through the morning and early afternoon I made use of his tongue.

Filing done, his schoolgirl outfit was finished with for the day. It was time for some total sensory deprivation bondage on the bed. (TSD bondage.) Before leaving him, bound so he could not move limb or head, gagged, blindfolded, silicone earplugs blotting out all sound – I made his clitty hard and then liberally smeared it with Deep Heat embrocation cream. While I sat at the PC, returning to my work, I listened with a smile at the sounds of his distressed whimpering on the video baby monitor I had set up.

After two hours of working on the PC, occasionally glancing at the baby monitor screen, the thought of his pitch-black-blind, silent-deaf, immobile-paralysed, helpless, and no doubt fearfully apprehensive, suffering – became just too much for me! I went up to him gave his clitty a thorough smacking and then attended to myself while listening to his receding whimpering. I came very hard and it was the fourth of the day, so far.

Life with your own human pet/ human dolly/ human toy is very hard to beat!

Bitch-boy had to get the house ready for Christmas Day. I started the day with a deterrent punishment caning.

As the day progressed – He was caned hard for three tiny specs I found on the bath after he had cleaned the bathroom. He was caned hard for five particles of detritus I found during an inspection of the floors of the whole house after he had vacuumed. (And he had to eat each particle.) He was caned hard on his now very sore butt for failing to properly dust one surface to perfection, I found during an inspection of the whole house after he had dusted.

After my evening meal, it was day 2 of his high heels training. As on the previous day (see below), [I chained him up to a beam in the ceiling of my sitting room. He was wearing a straight jacket and his heels and a blindfold, gag and posture collar. Chains secured him to the D-ring in the beam from the sides of the posture collar and from the shoulders of the straightjacket. He could not fall, but 99% of his weight was in his shoes.]

I informed him that I expected 20 minutes (5 minutes more than the day before) and that I expected those 20 minutes in complete silence – or his very sore butt would receive an awfully harsh, long caning.

Well, it was very, very amusing. After about 14 minutes, my blind, gagged hanging doll, tried to alternate his weight from one foot to the other, then from toes to heels, then his legs began to shake, then back to alternating weight from one foot to the other etc. etc. – and all in silence. Delightful fun. He obviously could not take the thought of a further caning.

After 20 minutes, I released him telling him that I would be training him up to at least a full hour, probably two. What an upset and timid little play-toy! And there was Christmas Day to come.

I came across a new diversion which I have become smitten by and which may be a little complicated to explain. I have bitch-boy kneeling at one end of the sofa, head overhanging the end. His shaved sensitive boys bits are pulled through his legs and his thighs are then clamped together and bound just above the knee. His ankles and wrists are bound together. He is blindfolded and gagged and has silicon ear plugs.

I sit on the upturned soles of his feet, (his toes are pointed back). I then watch TV or make phone calls and, without raising my elbow from my lap, I can absentmindedly play with his sensitive, shaved boy’s bits, which protrude (with no doubt a very awkward feeling) out between the backs of his clamped together thighs.

Before I had first set him up so, I thought I would just occasionally play with the bundle of sensitive trinkets while I sat there. I find however that I cannot leave them alone and play just about continuously! I can spend up to two hours doing so.

I have particularly enjoyed watching foreign language programs and films (which, by the way, I become fully engrossed in) knowing that even if sounds are penetrating bitch-boy’s ear plugs, he can make no sense of them. So his bound-immobile, blind, gagged, sexually desperate world has nothing to focus on but the constant touch of my fingers. Sometimes teasing and caressing, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pumping away for a while on his stiff little pee-pee, sometimes sharp nails scratching and stabbing.

I recommend this very decadent use of your toy ladies!

For the third weekend running, a five hour afternoon was taken up with the same routine. Am I stuck in rut?
First – playing with the trinkets, Second – sensory deprivation bondage punctuated with cock teasing and torture. Both of these pleasures have featured in posts before.

Playing with the trinkets – I have bitch-boy kneeling at one end of the sofa, head overhanging the end. His shaved sensitive boys bits are pulled back through his legs and his thighs are then clamped together and legs bound tightly just above the knee. His ankles and wrists are bound together. He is blindfolded and gagged and has silicon ear plugs. I sit on the upturned soles of his feet, (his toes are pointed back).

Yesterday, like the two previous occasions, I then watched a foreign language film. So he could not follow some diverting plot even if he could make out the sound of the dialogue. He is left simply, bound-immobile, blind, gagged, sexually desperate and nothing to focus on but the constant touch of my fingers. Sometimes teasing and caressing, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pumping away for a while on his stiff little pee-pee, sometimes sharp nails scratching and stabbing.

Without raising my elbow from my lap, I absentmindedly played with his sensitive, shaved boy’s bits, which protruded (with no doubt a very awkward feeling) out between the backs of his clamped together thighs. I just cannot leave them alone and play just about continuously! On the last 3 weekends, the film’s durations were between one hour twenty and one hour fifty.

The film finished – its time for total sensory deprivation bondage on the bed for him. Each time, before leaving him on the bed, bound so he cannot not move limb or head, gagged, blindfolded, silicone earplugs blotting out all sound – I made his clitty hard and then liberally smeared it with Deep Heat embrocation cream.

While I sat reading the papers or watching some TV, I listened with a smile at the sounds of his distressed whimpering on the video baby monitor I had set up.

I leave him perhaps for two hours, perhaps for one and then visit his pitch-black-blind, silent-deaf, immobile-paralyzed, helpless, fearful world and use smacking with my ruler, teasing and denying, more embrocation cream – and then I leave the room again.

How the five hours of each afternoon have pleasantly flown by (for me!). And his tongue and my fingers have to be put to good use almost exactly once an hour.

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Bitch-boy is so desperate! Yesterday I somewhat added to the teasing of his Tumbler task. (see post below). Given the lovely weather, I first showered and changed into six inch heels, hot pants and a vest, He looked at me with such unrequited desire, hopelessness and despair – delightful. (After his tongue had been put to good use ‘back and front’ – TWICE!), I ate my lunch outdoors, which he had made for me. He knelt on the patio at my side while I ate. I put his little pieces of food on the patio surface and spat on them before he was allowed to pick them up and eat them.

Then I strung him up for some dickie-discipline. Lots of teasing, ruler smacking and several thick coats of Deep Heat embrocation cream. In response to his pitiful whimpering and sobbing because of the burning cream, I twice had to see to myself! (listening to those piteous and thereby arousing sounds of distress while I did so.)

Then nearly two hours of total sensory deprivation bondage for him while I lay naked in the sun. When I went up to release him, I teased him without any painful torturing. I must have edged him over ten times. He was driven almost insane by the end. Begging and begging into his gag. But I did not allow him to cum. He was simply released from the bondage, put back into his restraint tube and sent down to prepare dinner – after thanking me for all the lovely attention – of course!

I have some photos for my followers to compensate that I have little new to blog about. This is not because the depravity in my life is diminishing – far from it! It is because I have a favourite selection of perversities I am enjoying so much, that I am doing little that is new.

For instance, bitch-boy finds himself in total sensory deprivation bondage on my new BDSM bed at least twice a week. Spending between 2 and 5 hours strapped down – blindfold, ear-plugs, funnel gag – unable to move an inch. His legs spread wide and up in the gynaecological type stirrups at the foot of the bed. I visit him every hour or so and he wishes that I had not visited. So, the first photo – the sunglasses pouch – into which his stiff little clitty is inserted when the pouch is filled with nettle leaves. Oh the whining and whimpering and panic!! So funny and so cruel. I pull the drawstring tight and even when he goes all limp and soft – contact with the stinging leaves remains.

Another regular favourite. The rotary clothes line routine. This is fully explained in my Journal No. 5. It happens at least once a week depending on the weather.

Another regular favourite – lunch outdoors. The photo below is of me and it is the view of me, bitch-boy gets when I eat my lunch outdoors, which he has prepared. He kneels and I drop scraps to the floor which he must then eat. Given he is often denied sexual relief for over two weeks at a time, when he has this view of me, I can understand his sexual frustration and desperation.

I will blog again with more photos showing other regular favourites if followers find this makes up for the absence of new behaviours on my part.

Yesterday I had lots of perverted pleasure. I dressed bitch-boy in a ridiculous outfit. Exactly like the drawing except : no bonnet, no doll, a huge pink ribbon bow tied very tightly around his shaved genitals,  pink frilled wrist cuffs sporting tinkling bells and his Mary Jane shoes were pink, not black. (Perhaps not so similar to the drawing after all?) He did lots of chores and made me lunch. He had no lunch. On two occasions, he knelt between my thighs and licked expertly as he has been trained to do.

After lunch I watched a silent movie and had him in place for playing with his trinkets. Given it was 15 days since his last sexual relief, this prolonged teasing made him very desperate. He remained desperate. I was licked again.

He was then put into total sensory deprivation bondage on the custom built bed and he remained there for over three hours. After my first brief torture session of his little clitty I just had to ‘see to myself’ there and then – sitting in a chair looking at my human toy. The sight of him being completely immobile, blind, gagged, deaf and so vulnerable is enough for me to need to satiate the arousal generated.

I visited him three times while he was in his TSD bondage. Each time he was sobbing before I had finished having fun. The Deep Heat cream from the applicator is definitely more intense than normal Deep Heat. Oh….. so much delicious sobbing! And he does not seem to appreciate a ruler smacking delivered just after a fresh application from the applicator!

When I am down stairs while he is in his TSD bondage, I get an overwhelming feeling of power and contentment thinking of my human toy upstairs. I read, I watch TV, I make phone calls – and all the while that pleasing feeling is with me.

When I finally freed him to prepare the evening meal he was very subdued. Delighful.

A normal Sunday. On the sofa, playing with his boy’s bits for 45 minutes while I watched a foreign language TV programme. (see previous post) Had him in his shortened maid’s outfit with his suspenders and long cream woollen socks, (see previous post), to make my lunch, clean the bathroom, do a huge pile of ironing, prepare the evening meal. Caned him several times for infringements. 50 strokes over four punishments within a one hour period.

Then up onto the BDSM gynaecological bed for over three hours of total sensory deprivation, (apart from my visits to him.) Three coatings of Deep heat from the applicator during that period. Tears during the last application. Lots of very had smacks on his arse, while so bound – very hard, on that very sore arse. Lots of spitting into his funnel gag.

And then something I had not done for a while. Poking the Interdental brush down the eye of his little cock. All the way to the hilt. He wriggled (as best he could – almost not at all), he squealed, he was very upset.

Four huge orgasms for me, three by his tongue, one by my own hand – listening to him crying over the third application of the Deep Heat to his little clitty.

For the technical among you, dear readers, I should make two clarifications. Firstly, I have realised my Deep Heat Applicator actually has a brand name of: Deep Heat – Muscle Rescue – Neck and Shoulder Cream. I don’t know why I did not spot this before. Secondly, the Interdental brush I used was 0.6mm diameter. It was blue. The brushes are colour coded for size. (In the UK at least.) I have noticed there are purple brushes of 1.1mm diameter. Those will be the next I use.

I am not sure I have ever mentioned (APART FROM IN MY LATER JOURNALS) how I use special ice cubes in bitch-boy’s funnel gag when he is in his hours of total sensory deprivation (TSD) bondage?

His funnel gag has a fairly small spout. About half inch (13mm) diameter. I had a shop bought funnel gag first with a spout of diameter of about one and a half inches (40mm) but this was no good for hours and hours of TSD because he got jaw cramps. I am so pleased he did. The smaller spout funnel allows me to use my special ice cubes.

So I drop an ice cube made of my golden nectar (my current favourite) into the funnel and then I can leave him (blind, gagged, immobile, unable to hear and blindfolded) AND with the lovely taste of my nectar dripping the whole time into his open mouth. The denouement of each ice cube being a half grape sized sliver of solid golden ice dropping into his mouth. Each single cube lasts about twenty minutes.  Obviously several cubes last longer as they are shielded somewhat from his hot breath. Simple and effective. And he gets to keep hydrated too. I am so kind.

I have a different ice cube constituent I sometimes use but I will leave that to your imagination.

I know I keep reporting the same routine for some of my favourite days, but I just love the routine! So why change it at the moment? Apologies if it is boring.

Sunday started with bitch-boy in his pink shortened maid’s outfit which comes down only to his hips. (He had been in his restraint tube for two weeks without release or removal so very frustrated and emasculated. I allowed the tube to be taken off for a supervised genital shave and shower.) I had him do some chores and make me my lunch. He had none. During this time, I had to cane him twice. Each time I had him kneel on the floor, forehead resting on the floor and hands bound behind his back. After the first half a dozen strokes are over I love to continue with hard strokes at one second intervals and take pleasure in how the begging and apologies become more and more desperate and poignant. ‘Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please, please, I’m sorry oh, oh I am really sorry Mistress, please, please, I am so sorry, please……..’ etc. etc.   I had to be licked to orgasm after each caning.

After lunch I spent 45 minutes playing with his boy’s bits while watching a foreign language subtitled TV program I had recorded.

Then it was time for some extended total sensory deprivation bondage on the BDSM bed with the gynaecological stirrups. He was in the bondage for over 4 hours. I visited him about 6 times and I have never been so mean with nipple clips, and with ruler and Deep Heat to that vulnerable tube of flesh between his legs, which just kept getting all stiff and hard – just begging me to abuse it! I had 6 orgasms in all on Sunday and they were all massive! There is no doubt the intensity is directly proportional to how mean I am, which is bad news for bitch-boy – and he probably noticed while he sobbed with pain while listening to me bring myself off. (He can just about hear my climactic screams, despite the silicone ear plugs and ear defenders.)

I was feeling so good and relaxed by the end that after a long session of ruler smacking and edging, I allowed him to cum at my skilled hands. Oh my! How he needed that! Going by the explosion and emotional sobbing.

I decided on a few more Christmas presents for him while he was secured – he will not like them though. But he had better feign gratitude!

I know I do bang on about playing with his boy’s bits, and I am sure it is probably beginning to bore some of my followers. However it has become a routine part of my life that I just adore, so I thought I would post about some minor adjustments I have made to the set-up.

One of his Christmas presents was a face cushion. (These are used by masseurs and others so that a client can lay face down without the need to rest their head to one side on a cheek.) The face can point exactly downward. Now, on Christmas day, when bitch-boy ripped off the old newspaper wrapping paper, and discovered the cushion, he looked very perplexed, probably thinking I had gone soft. All was revealed to him however, when it became time for me to play with his boy’s bits. Instead of his wrists being cuffed in front of him, his wrists were cuffed behind his back. I also used a double ended spring clip to cuff his upper arms together  as well with about a six inch gap between – much more helpless and immobile!

Instead of an inflatable gag and blindfold, I used a full leather hood tightly laced up behind his head. The hood has no eye holes and has a two inch rubber gag insert. The new face cushion then rests on the arm of the sofa and his face sits in that. He can’t really move his head at all because that would be so uncomfortable. He still has silicone inserts in his ears under his hood, and industrial ear defenders over the hood. He is now much more immobile than he was with the previous set-up.

So, I sit and watch a foreign language TV program or DVD and play with his sensitive shaved boy’s bits that protrude awkwardly from  between his bound thighs. He cannot move a muscle. And, as it is so often, when he has been denied and in his tube for many, many days, he is soooooo sensitive and gets sooooo hard. With my elbows resting comfortably in my lap, I just play, and play and play. An hour passes in no time! Of course, he NEVER gets to cum while I play with his trinkets and he knows that will never happen.

I, on the other hand, when I have finally finished playing and locked his little cock back up, always seem to need him to drop to his knees and lick  very attentively.

A number of blog readers thought my use of special ice cubes in bitch-boy’s funnel gag was a nifty idea. Special because they are made either of my urine, or bitch-boy’s semen mixed with water. So he gets the drip-drip taste when in total sensory deprivation bondage for an hour or three with no further effort or visits on my part. Well I have evolved the principle and I don’t think I have mentioned this evolution.

The cubes seemed to last about twenty minutes. Not long enough. The solution was simple. I have a range of plastic food containers. Some are the size of a pack of playing cards. I now use these to form a special ice chunk. These large slabs of special ice fit snuggly into the funnel gag but do not block it and they last over an hour. Delightful!

While I sit downstairs relaxing and sipping a very pleasant glass of wine, I think of poor, poor bitch-boy upstairs, blindfolded, ear-plugged, funnel gagged, completely immobile head, neck, arms and legs and the constant drips of a special flavour.

Volume 7 is now published on Lulu.com.  The events detailed within are actually all from the first 6 months of 2014. This gives testament to the fact that after dominating bitch-boy for over 13 years, I have recently evolved to desire extreme domination and torment sessions on an at least weekly basis. Previous time consuming pastimes of mine, like long walks in the country, have been forfeited in favour of serious blocks of time spent on serious domination. I don’t know if this is a good thing for journal content but it is where I am – so that is that. Enjoy!

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I have posted a new string of correspondence between myself and a couple in a real FEMDOM relationship in my ADVICE section. The delightful couple have made a step change in their relationship as a result of reading my published journals and my blogs. The Mistress, Mistress Serena is wonderfully sadistic and exploiting. I cannot begin to express my satisfaction when I hear that I have assisted another woman in increasing the pleasure, amusement and ease in her life in some small way through dominance over a male.

Towards the end of one of those days, when I have put bitch-boy into TSD bondage and I have returned downstairs to watch TV, do emails, make phone calls or read – always at least for an hour, often several hours – I get this exquisite feeling of tranquil contentment and bliss. I feel so relaxed yet powerful and so fulfilled.

Every now and then my mind turns to bitch-boy – blind, deaf, immobile, vulnerable, the taste of my urine (or his semen mixed with water) occasionally dripping into his mouth from a slowly melting ice block, him sexually denied and desperate – me on such a day, probably having had 4 or 5 orgasms already – and I just get those feelings. Like my little world could not get any better, or be more serene.

Followers of my blog will have read in the section with the tab above, marked ‘Advice‘, of the progress of Mistress Serena and her sub Tiffanymaid. I thought the evolving regime as currently described was worthy of a blog post. So below, I set out the recent report to me.

I replied to what is reported below. One of my comments was as follows.

‘I think regretting what you wished for is an inevitability when dominated by wonderful Mistresses such as Mistress Serena. As is being bored. The slightly paradoxical combination of boredom and humiliation is a current favourite of mine for bitch-boy to endure which is why he has to spend hours playing with his dollies while I virtually, but not quite, ignore him.’

REPORT FROM TIFFANYMAID/TIFFANYKINS

MsScarlet curtsy
As ever W/we trust You and bitchboy are well and all is pleasurable.
Following a very active Sunday i thought it correct to update You accordingly, indeed, prior to leaving for a midweek break with Her lover, Mistress Serena instructed me to do precisely this.
i have often read & heard the saying, “be careful what you wish for”, and whilst appreciating its meaning, i have rarely had occaision to experience this…until now.

Once again taking Your guidence as inspiration, Serena had me, following a 50 stroke whipping, in extended TSD bondage. She took massive oral pleasures before applying the muscle rub and funnel gag (ice block pee). Further into the session She applied the nettle pouch which worked more efficiently than previous. ( This maybe due to the transplanted nettles becoming more mature and firm).
After three to four hours Serena replaced my TSD with an evening and overnight as “tiffanykins”. She double diapered (nappied) me and dressed me fully in sissy pink babywear, (bootees, plastic pants,frilly diaper cover panties, bib, dummy, bonnet and dress ). She led me down to lounge and set me the task of colouring in the same Princess colouring book bitchboy has, my first attempt ( the bride & four bridesmaids pic 2/3 into book) was not wonderful, and i found it most humiliating and somewhat boring, but Mistress maintained Her dominance and after over two hours i completed the colouring in.
My night was spent dressed as described and inevitably after 12 hours in diaper/nappy, i was very wet, but the double nappy did it job.
This morning i have spent tidying and cleaning throughout, with addition of bells attached to my chastity cage beneath my skirt, no panties. Again, i was surprised at just how humiliating having bells jingle aloud as i move could be. Serena loves it, i hate it. So She has set off with Her lover and i have a long list of chores to work through (including this message) which will keep me occupied throughout.
Mistress Serena sends Her grateful thanks for Your continued support, and in turn i hope this message is of interest.
Yours respectfully and in obedience,
tiffanymaid/tiffanykins

Omitted to add, prior to Her departure, Mistress administered a strict paddling and cropping to keep my focus.

Mistress Scarlet curtsy

In my haste to update You on recent “tiffanykins” session, i omitted several points that may have been of interest. Most significantly was the introduction of the inflatable sheep.
Serena introduced me to “Sophie the Sheep”, and had me nurse and kiss her (Sophie) with affection. Serena has yet to introduce dollies or soft toys, so i was instructed to tuck Sophie under my arm and sat her next to me throughout my colouring in and the evening. ( i have yet to show Sophie my “affections” further ! )
Several baby bottles containing cold tea on one occaision and Serenas Golden Nectar on another were consumed before bedtime.
i shall try not to forget things when i update You next Mistress Scarlet.

Obediently, tiffanymaid/tiffanykins