I requested readers of my blog to provide suggestions for use of the Kitchensafe product. Below are the ones I deem the best.

Tell bitch-boy I am placing the key to his chastity device in the safe and when it opens he can have sexual release. Then ‘accidently’ set the timer so that it does not open until after some vanilla guests are due to arrive at the house. On their arrival, inform him that the sexual release is cancelled.

When I am out for the day or an evening and bitch-boy has chores to do, lock the remote controls for all devices and the WiFi router in the safe, with the timer set for when I return home.

The last 4 ideas would be especially good if I was cuckolding him with a lesbian lover for the night.

Show him the keys to some padlocks and put the keys in the safe. Set the safe timer for two or three hours, or more. Padlock him into total sensory deprivation bondage using the padlocks. He then knows that even if I were to change my mind about the duration of the bondage or he was to have a panic attack, he would still be staying in the bondage for the duration. (Probably, secretly have some spare keys which could be used in the event of an emergency like the house catching fire.)

Dressed in his little girl attire. Chain him up outdoors at night, say at 9:00pm, to a tree. Put the key to the padlock in the Kitchensafe which he has next to him. Set the timer on the safe for say 5 hours. Have my baby monitor aimed at him (it has night vision). I can then go to bed at around 11:00pm and go to sleep. He cannot come in until 2:00am.

Two ideas involving diapers
ONE. Using his lockable plastic panties, padlock him into diapers and the plastic panties at around 6:00pm. Set the timer for 4:00pm the next day. (22 hours). The following morning, give him a laxative and set off for work. He has to remain in the nappy which will already be wet and will also become SOILED until 4:00pm when he can remove it and he has to clean himself up before I get home from work at 6:00pm.

TWO. Using his lockable plastic panties, padlock him into diapers and the plastic panties at around 6:00pm. Chain him to the guest bed and put him down for the night at around 7:00pm with the Kitchensafe in bed with him. The keys to the plastic panties padlock and the padlock securing him in the bed, are in the Kitchensafe which is set for 6:00am. He has to stay in the bed in his wet nappies from 7:00pm until 6:00am the next morning. At 6:00am the next morning he can release himself from the nappies and the bed and can either do chores (without waking me) or write lines, as I have directed the night before, until he can wake me with tea at 8:00am.

Several years ago, I purchased from a pet shop a number of identical pet collars, I assume designed for cats or small dogs. They are a soft, strong fabric and have no holes for the buckle prong because the buckle prong pushes through the fabric wherever you want it to. This makes them perfect for multi-purpose, quick, effective, tight, inescapable bondage. They can be kept in a handbag (purse/pocket book) without any bulk.

I am assuming that they have been banned on the grounds of cruelty to pets because I cannot now find any new ones to purchase. Does any blog reader know where I can purchase these items. I can promise no cruelty to cats or dogs – but there may be cruelty to my human pet!

Well, neither blog readers nor bitch-boy (on pain of punishment for failure) could find a UK stockist of the Humiliator Gag System. Extreme restraints in the UK sell the toilet brush attachment, but no other attachments and not the gag itself!

So I think I will be going to the source. The US makers, who do ship to the UK. (JT’s Stockroom in the US sell the items too but for twice the cost as the makers.) I love many of the attachments and I fear a good amount of bitch-boy’s hard earned cash will get spent when I place my order! The floor brush is a definite, the toilet roll holder too, and the toilet brush is, of course, a given.

The site has so many interesting things. The evil one-way blindfold looks superb! If it works as advertised, well what a joy for me and my cruel friends and what a horrific experience for bitch-boy that will be. Does anyone have experience of this one way blindfold?

Well bitch-boy has spent many, many hours in Total Sensory Deprivation (TSD) bondage this holiday. So relaxing (for me), while I watch TV, deal with emails, or read.

I had heard of using white noise to block all other sound from the slave’s awareness but suggestions of finding an old analogue radio or a Dictaphone on a loop setting, all seemed a lot of hassle. But I found a simple solution, partly thanks to a suggestion from an acquaintance.

I had an old smart phone, not connected to a network, but still connected to my WiFi. On the YouTube App there is a 10 hour (yes 10 hour!) audio file of celestial white noise. So with the Audio file playing on the smart phone via the Wifi, and the ear plug ear phones inserted into bitch-boy’s ears, with the volume quite high, and the industrial ear defenders over the top, he has now been experiencing TOTAL audio blackout. He hates it!

I am so perverse to take such pleasure in leaving poor bitch-boy in his TSD bondage for a minimum of an hour, and often soooo much longer, with a urine ice chunk in his funnel gag and a fresh coating of Deep Heat to his cock, before I walk off and leave him to endure his TSD. So perverse, but I just can’t help myself. What a full-on Christmas holiday poor bitch-boy is having. Easily his most ‘challenging’ ever. There will be several more posts and some journal entries to capture all that has been happening.

Well in my post of 13 May 2014, I wrote about how evolving as a Mistress creeps up on you. You become more extreme, more selfish, more pitiless and do not notice how much you change year on year. Last weekend, I did notice another step change of, to me, some significance. (to you, dear reader, you may find it insignificant.) What was the change?

Well, up until last weekend, when bitch-boy has been ill, I have always let up on him quite considerably. I have remained in charge and he has to fetch and carry and serve, but physical and mental torments (pain and humiliation) have been light and his list of chores has been light. I think it was a mixture of compassion and of wanting him to get well quickly so I could resume my usual regime. BUT last weekend was different. We had a vanilla event to attend on the Sunday, but on the Saturday, although he was really quite under the weather with a heavy cold, bordering on influenza – although it was not influenza. I just felt like using and abusing him to the extent I would if he was well. Which is what happened. His chores list was light, but that was the only concession. I felt no pity. I was a cold hearted bitch. Playing with his boy’s bits on the sofa, then him in his sissy maid’s attire for over an hour, prepping a very elaborate evening meal in the kitchen, then him in his full little girls outfit playing with his dollies for a couple of hours. First colouring-in his Fairy Colouring-In Book, then playing his Disney Princess Board game – again and again and again. Finally TSD bondage for over two hours and a nasty session of dickie-discipline involving the ruler and some very nasty stinging nettles!

I had lots of very, very powerful orgasms throughout the day. I think I felt even more perverse and cruel (and powerful) knowing I had evolved yet more. I have no idea why this sliver of compassion, after all those years, just evaporated overnight? But it was gone. He was very under the weather and yet I used and abused him nevertheless. And, of course, that is how it will be from now on. The process of evolving is like a ratchet turning. Once it clicks over a notch, it never goes back again.

On the Sunday, in a slightly sulky manner, bitch-boy questioned me over this change. I could tell it had shocked him. When I replied that I had changed and did not know why and I felt no guilt or compassion, AND that is how it would be from now on – he looked a little shocked and wounded and helpless. But I also saw a hint of awe hidden away in his expression. His submissive soul could not help but marvel at the yet more extreme heartlessness of his cruel, selfish Mistress. Such is the lot of the true submissive!

Play-toy visited last weekend and it was a wonderful, long day of perversion. I had bitch-boy in TSD bondage for around 4 hours in a remote bedroom while I used and abused play-toy around the house. She is such a pain slut! Then, when she and I were sated in our very different ways, it was time to dress in the clothes in which I would be taking her back to the train station, and then time for the pair of us to abuse poor, cuckolded bitch-boy for an hour or two. (The whole day forms a very long and detailed journal entry for Volume 9 of my journals which I think will be published in late June.)

In the run up to play-toy’s visit, she had expressed an interest in using the flesh of fresh chilli peppers on the flesh of bitch-boy’s little clitty – just to see what effect it would have. Sexualities are so complicated aren’t they. I don’t like labels but for the sake of explaining this, I would say she is a lesbian submissive masochist but, given absolute power over bitch-boy, becomes a very sadistic dominant. Delightfully enjoying, in equal measure, causing him physical and / or mental anguish.

My report is that the flesh of a freshly halved (long ways) chilli pepper rubbed meticulously into the shaft of a stiff, hard, little clitty takes longer to start burning than Deep Heat embrocation cream but then, when fully burning – burns as much as Deep Heat Muscle Rescue – the most powerful of the Deep Heat range. The burn also seems to last a little longer. So much sobbing from poor bitch-boy and not a scintilla of mercy or guilt in play-toy. Just big blue eyes glittering with pleasure, sadism and fascinated amusement. As she and I left the house on route to the station, his desolate, pitiful sobbing could still clearly be heard! Poor bitch-boy.

This weekend, play-toy is visiting on the same day as Mistress Jane. I cannot wait! bitch-boy will be in sensory deprivation bondage while Mistress Jane and I use and abuse play-toy for a number of hours. During this phase, Mistress Jane will from time to time, leave play-toy and I to it, and go and abuse bitch-boy on her own. He is so frightened of that! I feel so powerful that I can subject him to the heartless cruelties of Mistress Jane, all on his own and vulnerable, while I indulge in sexual perversities with my female lover. Sex with another person for me and he never has sex with me.

Then after a good few hours of these perversities, play-toy will end her submissive role and bitch-boy will be subjected to three spiteful, heartless Mistresses. First he will be in his little girl outfit playing with his dollies – probably tearfully! Then, as the weather looks to be fine, he will do some rotary clothes line duty. Finally, up onto the BDSM bed for him. Legs wide apart in the gynaecological stirrups, funnel gag in place. There will be nettles – probably in the pouch for his clitty and he will be enjoying the flavour of Mistress Jane’s nectar as well as mine. Play-toy has also promised to rub his nose in his cuckolded status throughout. (bitch-boy has to refer to play-toy as Governess Lexi).

Mistress Jane and play-toy are so delightful! I am very lucky to have found them! How bitch-boy wishes I hadn’t!!!! LOL.

I mention in Volume 9 of my journals (see previous post) that while on my 2015 Summer holiday, I played with his boy’s-bits while watching a DVD almost every day – for at least an hour. I was comfortably propped up on pillows on the bed, my legs over his calves, and my hands just teased and tickled throughout the hour plus. Obviously he was sexually denied and desperate and as you can see, securely bound and in sensory deprivation, (and there is a small cock-gag inside the leather hood too). For some reason I find this pastime so very relaxing and arousing. I have to bring myself off at some point (with the DVD on pause) almost every time I play with his boy’s bits. I should mention that I have noticed that the entry on my summer holiday, which is the final entry, does not appear on the contents page. I may publish a second edition some time in the future to deal with this, but it may not be worth it.

Here is a photo of bitch-boy on holiday in his daily period of total sensory deprivation (TSD) bondage. A minimum period of an hour, often two or three. The bondage period always begins with either an application of nettles or Deep Heat embrocation cream to his teased, desperate clitty. Release from the bondage is always commenced with a dickie-discipline session. I often visit him briefly and lay next to him to bring myself off and then leave him alone again. Blind, deaf, immobile, gagged and enjoying the drip, drip, drip of one of my slowly melting piss ice chunks in his funnel gag. While I lay outside in the sun reading, it brings such a sense of relaxed, profound power knowing he is inside in his TSD bondage for as long as I please. I am such a bitch!

So, I was not alone in my views on the low ratio of images out of all the Femdom images that are on the web, that actually depict real life, at home, Female Dominance. The large number and quality of comments on my last post was such a pleasant surprise. They are worth a read if you have not done so.

One issue which arose was that perhaps the lifestyle I and many others live should have a different label to that of Femdom as Femdom on the web now stands mostly for leather and latex clad women putting in huge effort to meet the fantasies of the ‘sub’ they are with. DarkHorseSub suggested the label of ‘Scarlet Doctrine’. I am flattered by this but so much of what I do has been stolen from lifestyle Mistresses that have come before me, and are active now, that I could not be associated in good conscious with a new label. So the title of this post indicates the potential new label we are looking for. But there must be many clever readers of my blog who could come up with a better label.

So, current Femdom photographic and video directors please take note. There appears to be a large market which is not being satisfied. A market which wants to see videos and photo-sets of scenes in the bathrooms and kitchens and sitting rooms and gardens of everyday homes. Where the dominant woman or women are wearing everyday attire, (although a little smart and sexy will be OK). And wearing heels, or faux riding boots or Uggs. And these women are relaxed and partially ignoring their naked or petticoated sub. These women may have a cruel, satisfied smile playing on their lips, or may be engaged in reading, or checking their fingernails, or watching TV or talking on the phone or kissing their girlfriend. Their sub will look very unhappy and submissive and be wearing a chastity device. He will not be a muscle man, or a large cocked stud. He will be stood in the corner, or in extreme bondage and gagged and blindfolded, or cleaning shoes, or cleaning a floor, or ironing, or playing with his dolls, etc.

I received the comment below. I felt it is so good that it should be shared as a blog post.

COMMENT
I often spend hours at a time in a sleep sack, and my Girlfriend/ Owner decides upon different ways to make the time difficult. Her latest idea, which I think you will like Mistress Scarlet involves me speaking humiliating phrases. She voice recorded 15 different phrases or her saying things such as…you are a worthless worm……..what are you? There is enough time at the recording for me to be able to repeat the phrase. The 15 phrases are then put onto a shuffle and continuous loop on my in ear phones. Gimp mask is then put on , one with no eye holes. Then indisutrial ear protecters over the hood. I am then left for hours to verbally reinforce my own place in life. I have absolutely no idea if She is in the room or not so I have no choice but to keep repeating my phrases.

Now I absolutely love humiliation and bondage and loss of control. But….this particular task is torture. Having to talk aloud constantly for hours is physically difficult, my throat gets dry and it’s tiring. The gimp mask causes resistance to my jaw which makes it more difficult. The most difficult part however is the constant stimulation of hearing my Owners voice giving me the verbal abuse I crave over and over. It prevents me from getting into sub space. On occasions my Owner allows me to enter deep sub space in my sleep sack. When I reach this place I can spend hours and hours in bondage and feel like I’ve done 10 minutes. But the speaking task prevents me from drifting into sub space. So I feel every so I feel every single minute of the bondage. It is complete mental and physical torture. And I have absolutely no idea at any point if I am even being listened too. I hope you consider my idea Mistress Scarlet

I have to say I love this. The aspect of this slave not knowing if he is being watched, is a little like when I have bitch-boy take his dolly up for a nap and he has to sit in the bedroom, monitored by the video baby monitor, and read from Mallory Towers to his dolly, until I visit him and tell him his dolly has fallen asleep and he can leave the bedroom and come back downstairs. At the end of every page of reading, he has to ask his dolly if she enjoyed that page, and answer pretending to be his dolly. Lisping throughout the whole thing of course. I am downstairs and he does not know if I am even bothering to observe him on the monitor receiver screen or not. (I will normally glance at the screen every ten minutes or so.) But he does not dare take a rest from his deeply shaming task because, were it to be noticed that he was taking a rest, the punishment would be extreme indeed!

Back to the comment – This twist on sensory deprivation bondage is so cruel and so fantastic. And I could use the video baby monitor rather than having to visit my gimp.

Before getting to the meat of this post, I have a question to my blog followers. I often post a view of mine in a comment in response to a comment I have received on my blog. Sometimes a view I would really like to share with all my blog followers. However, the number who follow my comments is less than 50% of the number who follow my blog posts. So, am I right that followers of my blog who do not follow my comments, do not see the comments I write? [There must have been a less complicated and more elegant way of writing the above!]

Below is something I would like to share with my blog followers that I was going to publish as a comment rather than a blog post. I guess less than 50% of my blog followers would have read it if I had done so?

TYPES OF SADISM?
I consider that there are four types of sadism. Sadistic pleasure from putting someone through endless tedium like when bitch-boy is in sensory deprivation bondage for hours, or having to repeatedly play a Disney Princess board game with his dollies while being mostly ignored, for hours. Then there is the sadistic pleasure from the mental pain of someone you are degrading. By having them, for instance, lick your piss from the floor, pissing on them or having them eat food you have chewed and spat out. Then there is the sadistic pleasure from the mental pain of someone you are humiliating, like when I have bitch-boy perform nursery rhymes with actions, dressed as a little girl, in front of as many mocking women as I can gather into one place. I am certain I have no boundaries for these three types of sadism and I aim for as horrendous as I can possibly make it. Then we come to traditionally understood sadism – pleasure from inflicting physical, kinaesthetic pain. I thought I had no significant boundaries. I found out during Mistress Justine’s visit that that had not been the case. But I am different now! bitch-boy has much more intense physical, kinaesthetic pain to look forward to!

[The above paragraph also happens to be an extract from my very soon to be published Volume 10 of my journals.]

Volume 10 is published on LULU.com as an ePub and as a paperback.

It is also published on Amazon Kindle.

US. UK. DE. FR. ES. IT. NL. JP. BR. CA. MX. AU. IN.

Volume 10 of my journals provides detailed accounts of the continuing evolution of my female led relationship with bitch-boy and also featuring more and more is the involvement of my female submissive Play-toy – who also joins me in dominating my husband in all ways when she transforms into Governess Lexi, including as my lover cuckolding him. Yes, Play-toy/Governess Lexi is a switch. Submissive to females but very dominant and cruel when it comes to poor bitch-boy.

Previously published journals

Well out of 10 replies to my previous post, 9 asked that I include Lezdom as well as Femdom so I think my research is concluded and future journals will have the content topics of my latest.

Thank you to all those who provided feedback.

bitch-boy escapes my malevolent tyranny today, but tomorrow he will endure it for the whole day!

In the first set of correspondence in the advice section of this blog (see tab above) I published exchanges I had with Mistress Serena and her cuckolded sissy slave, tiffany maid. I recently received an update (below) and I thought I would share it with you all. tiffany maid does provide photos on Fetlife and I completely believe his accounts. Mistress Serena is a deliciously cruel and dominant cuckoldress!

Mistress Scarlet *curtsy*…..i thought this update, with significance to TSD bondage, may be of interest to You and readers of Your blog, and assume this post is a relevent place to record it. Following a rather frustrating summer period, due not so much to my permanent chastity, but to a bout of illness, work commitments and family members being home for the summer, O/our (Mistress Serena and myself, tiffany) FemDom led relationship waned to a bit of a low. However, thankfully Mistress is now in excellent health and the house is O/our own once more. Since September W/we have resumed back to a full time regime.

The daily regime includes a two and a half hour period of chores before work ( this includes a half hour where i serve Mistress breakfast, report, pay homage and am then blindfolded, gagged and leashed while She takes breakfast, peruses Her emails and phone messages etc). Homage always consists of …
a curtsy, holding dress/skirt with little fingers raised. verbal recital … ” my name is tiffany, i am Mistress Serenas sissy maid, sissy boi and housemaid”. i am then required to kneel and worship Her feet for an average of five minutes, before being gagged, blindfolded and leashed for up to 30 minutes with upturned palms outstretched. On occasions i am called upon to clean Her orally after peeing and worship Her spent panties.

On Her evening return, following a period of vanilla time, when W/we catch up with day to day subjects, i don my collar and return to my submissive status.

Since O/our resumption Mistress Serena has conducted three full TSD bondage sessions, non as painful and humiliating as the one i endured on Wednesday evening. Employing usual bondage set up, Mistress added Celestial White Noise in ear buds beneath my hood and the ear protectors over that. Unable to move head or limb, and funnel gagged in total blackness ( Mistress employs two blindfolds, a rubber one beneath hood and a padded leather one over hood), She removed my CB6000s and gave it a full cleaning in very hot water followed by strict clitty discipline which included exfoliant gloves, ruler, toothbrush and Wartenburg wheel. All of which was very painful, though i must admit it was such a relief to be free from my cage for a time.

My CB had actually been on for four weeks. (Hygiene is not a problem if cleaned twice daily – The CB6000s is a more hygienic design than previous models). My last orgasm was also four weeks ago.
After spitting into my funnel gag, i assume (as i couldn’t hear anything beyond the white noise), She left the room for a short time.Very soon a piss ice block was accompanied with Her fresh pee (an inspiration from Your recent Journals), then came the first of my agonies. i have been subject to the nettle pouch for 18 months now, but have never experienced a nettle whipping. As it is the end of the nettle season, Mistress decided to cut a large bunch of lengthy nettles. After stroking my thighs, sissy balls and clit, She began a whipping ! It would be no exaggeration to say i have never strained my binds as much as i did over the next five minutes. i could feel the lumps rise as the whipping went on and on. i sobbed like never before. The nettle pouch followed and Mistress left me for an hour.

On removing the pouch, Mistress repeated a shorter nettle whipping and then applied Muscle Rescue (heat rub) to my sore clitty. Made so much worse because of the earlier scratching of the exfolient glove. Again i sobbed and begged to no avail. During the following three hours, the heat rub was reapplied twice and a second nettle pouch fitted. Scrotum and nipple pegs applied on occasion. Two more piss blocks combined with fresh pee were added to my funnel gag.
While I was am left alone, Mistress Serena will relax with a glass of wine, listen to music, read a book or watch a movie.

On completion, i was paddled and caned for forgetting to supply Mistress with wine. my sissy clit did look very, very sorry for itself as it was returned into chastity. It was the most painful session yet and may be a mark of were W/we find O/ourselves in O/our D/s relationship now.

What did W/we learn….. well, despite being so late in the season the nettles hurt, and being whipped with them hurt much more. Mixing fresh pee with frozen adds a further degree of humiliation. White Noise adds a massive element to the scenario. Being totally unaware of anything other than pain and discomfort, and never knowing if Mistress is present or not.

Postcript…. The following morning the remaining nettles preserved in water seemed to have come to life and looked most healthy. Mistress decided it would be a shame to waste them….. i was cuffed and made to bend over. Mistress whipped my ass with the nettles and i have never felt anything like it. my cheeks reddened immediately. Within ten minutes i was covered in white bumps and my cheeks burned and tingled massively.

The whipping took place at 8.30am….. At 12.30pm my cheeks still burned. It was only around 4pm that the tingling and occasional burning eased significantly. Thank goodness the nettle season is all but over !
Mistress Serena is going away with Her (male) lover next week and i will be “home alone” from Mon-Fri, though i am to keep in touch, and a list of chores will be drawn up. Plans are afoot for my TSD servitude on Sunday while She prepares and packs.

‘curtsey’
tiffany maid

I would love to commission the perfect bondage hood. My specification:

Lace up at the rear with a padlock hasp to secure it around the neck once laced up. A shaped nose cover with holes at the nostrils. No eye holes so the hood wearer is utterly blind. A hole at the mouth with two optional attachments. The first would be a small phallus gag filling the mouth but flat on the outside – with a hole for breathing through the centre of the rubber phallus. The second attachment would be a funnel. Not one of the very wide ones normally for sale which are too wide to be comfortably held in the open wide mouth for many hours. I want the funnel to be narrow into the mouth so there is no time limit during which the wearer remains ‘comfortable’. The hood also needs ear muffles which prevent sound reaching the ears. And built into the hood, ear phones so that white noise can be played into the ears of the hood wearer. And a Velcro style holder at the top of the hood to take an iPod or Dictaphone with just very short cables so the cables do not get in the way.

Once your slave is in his hood and perhaps a straightjacket too, he can be left secured on a bed for hours, or  perhaps be kneeling in the corner, like a little statue while you watch TV, or be a garden ornament while you sunbathe. Any noise of pleading or protest from your blind, deaf, bound toy and the whip would lash out, repeatedly. Your slave stays like that as long as you want and has no idea of whether that will be an hour or twelve hours. How long he might be like it, is none of his business!

So spring is here in the UK which is wonderful for so many reasons although some of my reasons are rather niche! Two are:

Stinging Nettles! I am afraid bitch-boy hates them as much as Governess Lexi and I love them. Governess Lexi just adores making his little clitty really hard, (the Cialis and his denial periods help here) and then using the pouch and then squeezing all around the leaf filled pouch while bitch-boy squeals and pleads and squeals and pleads. And the stinging of the nettles at their pre-flowering stage lasts 3 or 4 hours after the pouch is removed.

Then there is Rotary Clothes Line Duty. bitch-boy will be at that for an hour or two while I ‘play’ with my girlfriend in the conservatory, just occasionally looking up at his blind, pointless, shuffling in an endless repeated circle.

I saw, on the Brat Princess Tumblr site the use of video goggles in a DS session. This ignited my perverted imagination.

One problem I have with my BDSM bed with the gynaecological stirrups, is that when my victim is helplessly bound with legs secured wide apart, the victim is flat on his or her back. So bitch-boy gets to feel the pain of the ruler smacks or nettle pouch on his clitty, or the pegs being pulled from his scrotum, BUT he does not see this happening. How much better if he could see all the preparations and action, (or worse for him!), if he could see his clitty being made hard, see the pouch full of nettle leaves approaching and see it pulled over that stiff little clitty. And then while he squeals and whimpers with an amusing tone of panic, see a cruel, eager hand squeezing and moving all around and squeezing again and again to maximise the leaf to skin contact points.  I have no doubt this would deepen the victims suffering, and awe of his/her tormentor.

I have noticed that very well equipped dominatrix actually have a camera and flat screen combination to overcome this. I think the goggles are better than that. They ensure the slave is not distracted looking elsewhere.

I am assuming the goggles can be connected to a camcorder. I am thinking if I go ahead with a purchase of goggles, I will set the camcorder zoom to be able to take in the face of the tormenter as well as the genitals of the tormented. I think seeing the relaxed, merciless, sadistic bliss on the face of the tormentor as well as the activity of torture, will be ideal. I also know that would mean bitch-boy would see Governess Lexi and I passionately French kissing while, for instance, the pouch is on the clitty. As we always do.

When I see this image  I must say it ticks a lot of boxes for me. It’s one manifestation of how I like to see female domination. (For it to be ideal for me, I do imagine the slave is wearing a penis tube chastity devise and has been denied sexual release a long time .)

The first reason I like it so much is that she is not wearing PVC, or leather, or fancy underwear. No, she wears an outfit she might wear to a BBQ, or a wedding or to the races, or a day with her girlfriends round for a girly day of fun. Yet what she wears is an INCREDIBLE tease for the sexually denied male. Generating an agony of unrequited arousal. And the contrast between her casual outfit and his torturous one is wonderful.

Then there is her absolute freedom of movement and comfort to do what she wants when she wants, contrasted with his recent confinement in a cage and his Humbler, and ankle and wrist shackles. And, his leather hood covering his ears, mouth and eyes. Removing his vital senses and his means of communication.

Probably most importantly, her state of mind. Utterly relaxed and free of self consciousness or guilt, despite his extreme condition. And she is not angry or ill tempered. She is happy and content to be putting her slave through hell. It amuses and entertains her and arouses her. But although she is smiling, it is not just a big laugh to her. It remains serious stuff as she lets the sadist within her tease and seriously torture her slave. She wants to see suffering – and that is not to make her laugh. That is to feed darker, more visceral needs than simple amusement. And there is zero mercy; zero pity. She has none for her slave.

Another weekend begins for me of pure hedonistic cruelty. Lexi is over and she will have a tough time to endure for six hours while bitch-boy is in sensory deprivation bondage. Then he will be released, Lexi will transform into her Governess role and, together, we will abuse and cuckold bitch-boy until Lexi leaves Sunday lunchtime.

I have bought the video goggles and they work quite well – connected to a camcorder on a tripod. So Lexi will get to see the full detail of my face, and her genitals, as I play and abuse, while she is strapped on her back with her legs secured wide apart in the gynaecological stirrups.

bitch-boy will see the same when it is his turn. although it will be the faces of both his abusers, including when Lexi and I French kiss passionately while he sobs because of the nettles pouch that has been drawn over his stiff little clitty. I will be overloaded with endorphins all weekend, yet again!

Lexi (Play-toy) will be spending a lot of time outdoors as the forecast is for wonderful weather. She will get to experience cleaning the patio with a small brush, on her hands and knees, while I sit in my hot pants and read the paper. A new delight for her to experience.