I am thinking of writing a guidance manual on Domination. I have had a number of requests to do so. It would be a guide for the beginner couple and also for those who want to go to the 24/7/365 extremes.

I would like to write the this manual, because, if you read this blog, you know a huge number of innately submissive people exist who need to be dominated to feel truly, deeply content. I wish to contribute to bringing them that contentment and bringing contentment to the dominant who dominates them too. Through interactions, face to face, and through my blog and social media, I have learned that these innately submissive people discover their submissiveness before puberty and it is likely to be mostly genetic and perhaps sometimes a little through upbringing too – but mostly it is how they were born. So this manual would seek to assist in creating symbiotic relationships of innate submissives and dominants – both parties deeply content. This manual would work for male and female dominants and it won’t matter whether they have male or female submissives. Every possible combination should get a lot from this manual I am thinking of writing.

I believe almost anyone can be a dominant. I also believe as I have written before, shocking as it might be, that anyone can be a sadist, taking pleasure from inflicting physical and/or mental pain on another.

There is a point I have made before but must reiterate: There will be people who cry out on reading what is written so far that I am simply proposing the selfish exploitation of submissives’ nature for dominant’s own perverse pleasure and that submissives should be helped to lose their submissiveness. To those that say this I say, SHAME ON YOU! You are no different to someone who thinks gay people can be ‘cured’ of being gay. Innate submissives cannot be cured, they do not want to be cured. They want to be dominated and thereby be content. I believe in 50 years time submissives, like gay people now, will have a right not to be discriminated against because of their sexuality and lifestyle.

The manual would also include a few passages similar to how my journals are written. Detailed Descriptions of scenarios. Do any of my blog followers have suggestions for what should be included that I may not have thought about.

Journal 11 is now available in the iTunes Book Store. And also now on Kobo.

It remains available as a paperback and ePub on LULU.com and for Nook, Barnes and Noble, KOBO, etc.

I often mention partial ignoring. It is something I love. It requires the passage of time to be effective though. Well there is a Tumblr site sort of devoted to the torment.

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Although only a small percentage of the images meet my ideal, it is nice to see such a site. I hope bitch-boy can find more such sites for me.

My favourite partial ignoring activities include: (My absolute favourite two first), One  – Playing with his boys bits. And Two, watching a foreign language subtitled TV program or film while bitch-boy sits in his little girl outfit and does his colouring-in with his dolly helping. I also have him do this while I sunbathe and read. It can go on for hours. He is simultaneously miserable with the tedium and the humiliation. My only acknowledgement of him, every twenty minutes or so, is an occasional derisory chuckle or a short phrase such as, ‘What a pathetic prissy sissy you really are’.  Even better when Governess Lexi is with me and we watch the TV together our hands resting on the top of each others’ thighs, occasionally kissing passionately.

Another is bitch-boy kissing my shoes while I put my make-up on in the morning.

Another is him doing his rotary clothes line duty while I read the weekend supplements in the conservatory overlooking the lawn on which the rotary clothes line is located. Him blindfolded and gagged, his posture collar secured at the back to one of the three spars of the rotary clothes line. His wrists padlocked into the cuffs at the front of his reins. And he slowly walks in a circle, the same circle again and again, endlessly turning the rotary clothes line. Blind, silenced, frightened and enduring tedium. (See Volume 5 of my journals). His only contact with me is when I go out every twenty minutes or so, to cane his butt to encourage him in his task.

Another is him fucking the gap between shoe and sole of foot while I read, or watch TV or speak to one of my sisters on the phone. Of course, he is not allowed to cum.

I do LOVE partial ignoring. It provides such a power rush and consequent sexual arousal. If you have read my published journals you will understand its use in detail and how often I employ it.

It dawned on me last weekend when I had both of my slaves in sensory deprivation bondage at the same time, each in a different room, that I should mention the joy of an expensive and properly made posture collar.

First, to those new to my blog or published journals, let me expand on a typical weekend day. bitch-boy is placed in TSD bondage around 11:00am and I leave him and pick Play-toy up from the station. Once home with Play-toy, I use and abuse her for around 5 to 6 hours, all the while bitch-boy is left in his TSD bondage. Because of the white noise he can hear nothing of what I am doing with Play-toy, my female slave. Always at some point in those 5 or 6 hours, I feel like some very relaxing me-time. Then I place Play-toy in TSD bondage too. Normally for an hour or a little longer. I then move downstairs to the sofa. The feeling of relaxation, decadence and power is IMMENSE. I relax and read or watch TV and my mind turns to my two poor slaves, each suffering their sensory deprivation and immobility. Each knowing release from that bondage will mean more use and abuse for them. I usually have to see to myself with my Magic Wand massager during that hour-plus of me-time.

For poor bitch-boy, his ordeal is far from over when the TSD bondage ends. At that point I will have decided that Play-toy can transform herself into Governess Lexi and she and I then cuckold and double-Domme bitch-boy for 3 to 6 hours. Oh my, she does love being very cruel to bitch-boy!

So here is the point of the post. During TSD bondage and at other times, I employ a posture collar on a slave. A good one, with a leather encased metal bar at top and bottom, is expensive but believe me, worth every penny. The slave cannot move their head in a nodding movement, but also, cannot move their head to the left or the right. The cylinder shape of the encased metal bar ensures comfort if the slave keeps its head still. For me it is visually appealing because it is so obvious that the slave’s head movements are completely restricted. (I know slaves’ little submissive souls are also affected by the serious constriction of movement.) I recommend every dominant purchases a properly made posture collar if considering long periods of bondage for their submissive.

Full details of my weekend days are to be found in my published journals and the distribution channels for these are at the link below.

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I did report back in July when my Tumblr site reached 10,000 followers so I think I should report that it has now reached over 11,000 followers. It is interesting that my tastes differ quite a bit from mainstream video and image Femdom porn, yet those tastes seem really popular. (Not that I know whether 11,000 followers is impressive for a femdom site?).

Anyway what I really like is knowing that over 11,000 people like the things I like. Domestic Female Tyranny. CFNM. CDNS. Shaming. Partially ignoring. Enforced chastity. Lesbian cuckolding of males. Dickie Discipline, Male maids, Two or more women ganging up on a male, Spit degrading, Forced sissifying, Forced ‘parody of little girl’ role play, Sensory deprivation bondage, etc. etc. etc.

My huge thanks go to Rhoda for her comment about my earlier post on Posture Collars. Rhoda wrote:

There are many “vanilla” rigid cervical collars readily available from physiotherapy stores and eB*y.  A lot cheaper and perfectly acceptable when out shopping or “away from home”!

My mind was sent creatively racing by this comment. What a wonderful dominant Rhoda must be. Firstly, to solve the expense problem of a BDSM posture collar and secondly thinking of its use in public.

The only downside I can see compared to a BDSM posture collar is the absence of D-rings for securing additional bondage. However I think that can be solved by the addition of a cheap dog collar secured outside the cervical collar.

But the public aspect really got me thinking. I already drive play-toy around in my car wearing my ‘special’ sunglasses, out of which she cannot see, because of the brown paper stuck to the inside of the lenses. I sometimes have her play with herself while I drive and she is petrified that people may see what she is dong, but being blindfolded she does not know if that is so.

The fantasy that came into my head was Governess Lexi and I taking bitch-boy out and not telling him where we were going. He would be in a double layer of diapers, with plastic panties locked on outside the diapers, and trousers over those. (I would tip half a jug full of my cold urine into the diapers before securing them.) He would be in a very tight cervical collar. He would be wearing the blindfold sunglasses. He would be wearing gloves, the palms of which are be super-glued together (at 90 degrees) so he could not part his hands, but could rest them naturally in his lap. In the boot of the car would be a wheelchair. He would of course be expiring with the anxiety from not knowing where we are taking him.

We could perhaps take him to a wheelchair friendly picnic spot and Lexi and I could have a lovely picnic while our blindfolded, bound, toy sat and fretted. We could spoon feed him food he hates and /or, our spat out leftovers and have him drink urine from an adult baby feeder bought from a elderly persons suppliers.

Or perhaps a shopping trip in a mall ……………………………………..

Well I mentioned my nettle apron, as I called it,  in an earlier post and in a subsequent post I provided a photo of bitch-boy’s little clitty after the first stroke a nettle. Well I have found that it is not just when using nettles that the nettle apron is useful. Last Sunday I had bitch-boy in TSD bondage for a few hours and began that TSD period with placing the nettle apron into position for some stinging nettles fun. (Amazingly we still have not had a frost here and new shoots are still growing).

But instead of starting with the nettles, on a whim I picked up one of my little cock whips. And, who would have thought it, the apron works really well with the whips too. Enhancing their use by allowing me to whip away, nice and hard, without the whip landing on the stomach – so all the pain is focused, as it should be, on that nasty little clitty. And I can whip so much harder than if I am holding the clitty up away from the stomach with my left hand.

This is my favourite cock whip which I bought a long time ago in a huge, gay BDSM store in California. The heavy plastic beads are rather mean. I also have a mini flogger with thin rubber strands which stings a lot.

So the nettle apron will be used all through the winter even if the nettles growing plan in the greenhouse doesn’t work.

Derek left a comment regarding surreptitious BDSM equipment relating to contact lenses which are made as blindfolds. A fantastic idea but I have heard stories of fancy dress contact lenses causing damage so could never myself take the risk of using these BDSM lenses on a precious sub of mine. And there is the problem that only an experienced contact lense wearer is likely to be able to wear contact lenses free of streaming eyes. The notion did however get my creativity going for using medical grade contact lenses to ‘blindfold’ a sub who is a regular contact lense wearer, based on my own experience of wearing contact lenses. Simply use a prescription specification that is at an extreme end of what is available from proper optical suppliers.

Base curve and diameter can match the sub’s existing prescription but the power can be the opposite of what they need. Given the power range available is from -12 to +6, I imagine it would be possible to use lenses which would leave the wearer seeing no more than a blur of light and very vague shapes. The fun that could be had!  If the sub has a prescription of +3.5 but was made to wear lenses of -12, I am sure it would work and I think be safe for shortish periods?

My published journals on my life.

There is BDSM equipment NOT being made which I would adore to buy were it made. If I would adore to buy it, surely that means there is a market for this equipment. I have ended up having to make my own of some of the following. I would prefer to buy professionally made versions.

A leather hood to the following specification. Lace up at the back of the head and neck. No eye holes. Nostril holes. An internal cock gag, say two inches long with a wide breathing tube passing through the cock gag. Built in, sound reducing ear phones. A D-ring at the top of the hood.

A funnel gag. Most important is the dimensions of the funnel. The wide open section should allow for an ice chunk the size of a pack of cards and some spare capacity in addition. The narrow tube end should have a diameter the size of a flip chart marker pen. (This allows it to be in the mouth for hours without the mouth muscles cramping). The tube in the mouth should have holes in the sides, as well as the open end at the bottom, so it cannot be blocked by pressure from the tongue. A strap long enough to go around a posture collar.

Body stain. Body stain/paint which does not rub off onto other skin or fabrics. It would be OK if it took several days to fade away. Some bright colours like cherry red, lime green, orange and sky blue; and a black. (I have tried a face paint recently but it rubbed off onto other skin – like my hands!) I have yet to try Henna (but I already know Henna will not be bright enough) and yet to try liquid latex but it seems it will flake (when a cock or nipple undergoes cycles of erecting then shrinking.)

My blog followers will know from photos and many of my detailed journal entries from volume 6 onward that I use the first two items very frequently  for hours at a time! I would pay top-dollar.

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Well I have gone from high-tech to low-tech! In both an April and in a May 2016 post I mentioned using video goggles connected to a camcorder on a tripod. So a slave strapped down on their back locked in a posture collar could get to see the full detail of my face, and their genitals, as I play and abuse – between their legs secured wide apart in the gynaecological stirrups. And for bitch-boy, 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 initially stiff little clitty.

I now have a ceiling hung mirror, at an angle. It works perfectly. One great advantage for me over the goggles is that I can now look the slave in the eyes at key moments. The major disadvantage of the goggles/camcorder system was that bright sunlight coming in through the window behind me could not be compensated for by the camcorder exposure monitoring  system.  So I guess sometimes, low-tech beats high-tech. I love my new mirror!

The mirror was tested last weekend and it was great. I spent ages allowing the nettles in my gloved hand to sweep just above bitch-boy’s clitty, back and forth, again and again, listening to his desperate pleading through his gag and looking into his miserable and fretting eyes as he watched intently. (The nettles REALLY STING  A GREAT DEAL this time of year!) Eventually I made contact, lots of contact – nettles to sensitive skin. Then there was emotional sobbing for him and masturbation for me. Delightful. I added white noise and a blindfold to his bondage and left him in sensory deprivation helplessness for a couple of hours while I relaxed downstairs and watched TV. I have to admit I did masturbate again downstairs an hour in, just basking in my power and cruelty, thinking of his miserable suffering while I relaxed – and there were so many hours to go before his day’s list of ordeals would be over.

My published journals.

I have been looking at burglar alarm camera systems to monitor my subs, (see the perverse details below). I would like advice. It seems the following specification is possible, but IS IT?? Please only leave a comment on this if you are sure.

SPECIFICATION. Cameras (vision and sound and night vision)  – perhaps one in bedroom one and another in bedroom two. One in the bathroom, one in the kitchen, one in the dining room, one to move about on a table stand and two outdoors. Cameras which are battery powered and wireless broadcast to a receiver App. A receiver App on a smart phone on which I can easily switch from one camera to another to observe activity in the desired room or outdoor area.

This would allow me to do any of the following.

• A sub in each bedroom in sensory deprivation bondage – monitored for safety reasons and monitored for the pleasure of seeing them while I relax on  my sofa or sun bed and they suffer their extreme bondage and blindness listening only to white noise – for so, so long.
• A sub undertaking rotary clothes line duty while I am elsewhere in the house than my conservatory. Occasionally observing them to check they never stop their blind, slow shuffling around and around and around for an hour or two.
• While I ‘entertain’ a female in my bedroom or lounge having bitch-boy do colouring-in with his dolly in another room. Occasionally observing him to check at least every two minutes he is engaging in a verbal exchange with his dolly about the colour to use.
• A sub, dressed and treated as a parody of schoolgirl, in the dining room toiling away on two or three hours of detention line writing, while I relax in the lounge or on the sunbed. Occasionally observing them to check they never take a rest for a single moment and never look up from their pad of paper and perpetually moving pencil tip.
• At the end of an evening, the receiver Smart phone connected to ear buds in bitch-boy’s ears and him in his bedtime bondage, (including chastity of course), while I make noisy love with a woman in my bedroom and he can fitfully, eventually fall asleep listening first to his wife having sex with another, and then the cuddling and sleepy sweet nothings until she and I fall asleep. And he can think about how he NEVER has sex with his wife, (or anyone else!), and has been denied sexual relief for quite sometime.

Very detailed accounts of such events are to be found in my published journals.

Well I am just old enough to remember the UK hit by Gilbert O’Sullivan, Alone Again Naturally. I saw the song title used on a bondage image on Tumblr. Here is my image for the title. I will never think of the track the same way again whenever I hear the title!

Well it was a full-on domination day but it was also the day before bitch-boy had to go to hospital for a very personal examination. (Nothing serious.) I had decided to accompany him to the hospital. I had insisted he shave his genitals today so that would be an embarrassment for him at the hospital. I decided he could snap out his black, acrylic frenum piercing ring. I would have him glue another ring in place when we got back from the hospital.

However today, he was due a serious punishment for an infraction. I decided against the cane or similar as I did not want his butt all bruised and marked. I did not want to be reported for assault or domestic abuse. But he did need a punishment. I could not count nettles or Linnex to his clitty as punishment as he would be getting one or both anyway, just for my amusement. I could not count two hours in TSD as punishment as he would be getting that anyway, just for my amusement. The same for a substantial cock spanking with the ruler.

This quandary did bring home to me the tricky issue, (I have tried to deal with in my published manual), of differentiating between punishment for infractions and torment for fun. The submissive must know when each is happening and be very clear on that. They must also know that punishment can be avoided, (although torment cannot), if they do not commit any infractions. They must very much want to avoid punishment.

Because of my theory, detailed in my post of yesterday, I do not invent infractions to find an excuse to torment.

In the end, because I like thrashing his butt so much, I opted to postpone his punishment for three days until my next full-on domination day. I have adopted the habit of a very generous deterrent punishment at the beginning of a full-on domination day (as I mentioned in my  post of August 28), and then around an hour later dishing out any actual punishment due. I am a serious sadist because I love to use my cane, paddle and quirt to punish those already red, sore and puffy butt cheeks. Oh poor bitch-boy is so full of woe and disbelief as I nonchalantly spend my time giving one stroke after another after another. His helplessness and pleading give me SUCH A POWER RUSH and associated arousal. And my clear and obvious sadism and pitilessness has him in awe of me when it is all over. Perfect symbiosis!

POSTCRIPT – There were two specialists working in the relevant hospital consultation area. A middle aged aunty type and a very attractive young woman. I knew either would be an embarrassment for him for different reasons, but JACKPOT! he drew the short straw and was led off by the very attractive much younger specialist for his personal examination.

I know I do bang on about partial ignoring a lot, but it is one of most my favourite things. I find it sooooo relaxing and arousing!

Having bitch-boy in sensory deprivation bondage for an hour or two, his only contact with me the occasional top-up of nettles stings or a nasty cream to his clitty. I sit downstairs, reading, watching TV, swiping on my device, on telephone calls, sunbathing, whatever. I am so relaxed and content and he is so very miserable! Now and again I look at the tiny baby monitor receiver screen to see him in his total bondage. The feeling of total power is delicious.  I have to use my massager on myself every now and then, to relieve the arousal. I have even been known to prep the evening meal, (slaves work!), rather than free him to do so. I would actually prefer to prep the evening meal while thinking of his suffering and my power, as I prep.

Having bitch-boy do colouring-in with his dolly while I mostly ignore. How he truly hates those hours of humiliating misery – passing by so slowly. While I again sit reading, watching TV, swiping on my device, on telephone calls, sunbathing, whatever. I occasionally look down at him, so very miserable and humiliated, and I am sooooo relaxed and content. As the hours pass, he repeatedly gets to hear the massager throb and pulse and then my ecstatic cries of orgasmic bliss. I am quite happy for him to look up and observe me. It simply further reinforces for him the difference in status and lifestyle between him in his chastity and I. It is the second and third consecutive days that REALLY DISTRESS him, and seriously give me my power rush.

Having gone through a serious number of hours of colouring-in with dolly the day before, the appropriate time the following day is reached when he presents himself in front of me and I say those dreaded words, ‘Time for colouring-in with dolly little maggot, for 4 or 5 hours.‘ I can see the distress in his eyes as he thinks about how much of his previous day was agonisingly consumed by colouring-in with his dolly, and how this misery is to continue today. And is the 4 or 5 hours a mind-fuck, or will it actually be 4 or 5 hours, as it has been on many days in his life over the past few years.

I do acknowledge that one requirement of Partial Ignoring, is time. Lots of time. I know this is a problem for many FLR couples, but any Domme with the time, who has not tried partial ignoring; please try it. You might be surprised at the power rush.

I have provided some links to images from my Tumblr site but they do not really do justice to the epitome of partial ignoring. I guess its quite hard to take a photo that properly conveys what is involved.

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I do cover partial ignoring in my BDSM manual, devoting almost 3 pages to it; such is my passion for the activity.

Many of you will know all about the Rotary Clothes-line Duty I have bitch-boy endure in the summer months.

I read the weekend supplements in the conservatory overlooking the lawn on which the rotary clothes line is located. Him blindfolded and gagged, his posture collar secured at the back to one of the three spars of the rotary clothes line. His wrists padlocked into the cuffs at the front of his reins. And he slowly walks in a circle, the same circle, again and again, endlessly turning the rotary clothes line. Blind, silenced, frightened and enduring tedium. (See Volume 5 of my journals). His only contact with me is when I go out every twenty minutes or so, to cane his butt to encourage him in his task.

Well this link appears to show some fantastic Domme somewhere has created an indoor equivalent. I am assuming the human animal is blindfolded and has ear lugs and is gagged. She can sit and relax and watch TV make phone calls, etc. and he must never stop his pointless circling or he will feel the whip.

LINK to my published journals.

LINK to my published BDSM manual.

One thing that has changed since I gave up work is poor bitch-boy finding himself home alone in extreme bondage rather often. I am amazed over how many hair, nail, beauty and other appointments I attend each week. Some last half hour, some last three hours. The appointments were beginning to infringe on the number of consecutive days each week I wanted bitch-boy to be subjected to ‘full-on’ domination. (No vanilla life distractions.)

My solution has been to leave bitch-boy in ‘cotton bondage’ while I attend appointments, rather often. I describe cotton bondage in my published manual in some detail. In a nutshell it is bondage from which he is only allowed to escape if there is a fire or a burglar.

It is such a pleasure now while I am planning the following months diary dates and blocking out the ‘full-on’ DS days, to see I have an appointment which conflicts, and I just think to myself; cotton-bondage.

I am surprised by the extent of the lovely warm feeling of power and decadence and heartlessness I get when I am attending such an appointment and I remember poor bitch-boy is back home in helpless bondage – gagged, blindfolded, unable to move an inch and not knowing whether I will be back in 10 minutes or 3 hours. Poor, poor bitch-boy.

It has come to my attention that some followers of this blog read it on their smart phones, but have not realised that one must click on the title of each post in order to see the comments relating to that post.

I thoroughly recommend doing so as the comments often include snippets describing the details of others’ lives in an FLR lifestyle. Fascinating details often describing regimes far more intense and ‘extreme’ than mine. In addition there are often links to videos and to other sites of relevance.

I would suggest going back to a post a week after it has been posted to view the comments. 99% of comments are left within a week of the posting date.

Well my last post seems to have created many admirers of Christine M. Admirers who have clearly not been reading the comments to posts; as her comments on posts are so often indicative of her amazing, merciless, dominance.

I therefore provide a list of the posts on which she has commented.

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(Obviously, I had bitch-boy do the grunt work for this post.)

In my post of  28 April 2018  I mentioned placing mirrors for enhancing effect. They can be tricky to set up; what with getting the angles and distance right. A top tip is to have the mirror as close to the subs face as possible. This gives the sub the most panoramic view, so is likely to pick up a view of the Domme. But the point of this post is: Remember ladies you have a sub to do such things, you don’t have to deal with the grunt work.

When I want to put poor bitch-boy into a few hours of extreme sensory deprivation bondage, involving a lot of equipment, I tell him to get it all ready and come and get me when it is ready. If I want to have him tied by his balls to the upright bed rail at the foot of the bed before I bind his wrists behind him, (for him to watch me cuckolding him), I have him undertake the tricky job of tightly buckling the little pink cat collar around his balls and the bed rail.

Some paraphernalia can be difficult to source and set up. Get you sub to do the sourcing and setting up. Grunt work is the sub’s work.

And when the Domme is finally satiated in every way and its time to relax with her sub –  depravity over for the day. OBVIOUSLY its the sub’s job to tide away all equipment, wash out piss ice chunk containers and funnels, dispose of soaked diapers, put battery powered massagers onto charge, etc. Grunt work is the sub’s work.

And of course there is a certain delicious spitefulness in having a sub prepare his own fate and clean up afterwards!

Although a difficult topic to properly describe, I have written before about how a true submissive has to be forced to endure things they truly do not like in order to feel properly content.  Many things they truly do not like, do however begin as an arousing fantasy theme for them. (Immediately one can appreciate the difficulty writing about such a subject.) But thankfully, so often is it the case, that what was an arousing fantasy for them, turns out to be horrific in real life and so when forced into it, the overall life contentment comes, (as does awe of their cruel, pitiless Mistress).

Examples may include being dressed as a parody of a little girl and having to play with dollies in front of a couple of mocking friends of the Mistress. Or being put into inescapable chastity and only getting proper orgasms very rarely. Or being regularly secured into rigid sensory deprivation bondage for, say, three to six hours. Enduring the pitiless application of cruelty leaves them paradoxically content; AND in awe of their cruel Mistress.

There are however some activities that cross a psychological boundary and do not make the sub feel submissive or aroused or content. It sounds like a minefield but really, it is all quite easy to navigate.

This brings me to the point of this post, (phew!) – pitiless cruelty and its effect on true submissives. An interesting phenomenon is how subs can get aroused and feel submissive watching or reading about something that crosses their psychological boundary and would turn them off and stop them feeling submissive were it done to them. So one can deduce it is the pitiless cruelty of the Domme in the scenario that affects them and not the activity she is enforcing. So my point: pitiless cruelty is sooooooo important. Showing mercy is unhelpful when you are a Domme seeking to have your sub deeply in awe of you, addicted to you and feeling content overall.

And of course the second aspect of pitiless cruelty and not showing mercy is how arousing it is for the Domme. When that heartfelt begging and pleading starts and it is IGNORED. Then the Domme’s arousal gets serious and when the terrible thing is all over, for today, the sub is full of awe and contentment.

When I write above, that showing mercy is a bad thing, obviously there are times when a point is reached that mercy can be shown, but this probably should not happen until there has been a lot of that heartfelt pleading and begging. (I know there are a few very quiet subs who barely ever plead. Has anyone, Domme or sub, a solution to that? I would adore help on this.)

Sometimes there will be no heartfelt pleading because the sub knows that there is no point as the terrible thing will happen anyway, whether they plead or not. BUT, what a delicious joy when they still beg with all their hearts, despite knowing there is no point and the terrible thing will happen anyway, because the terrible thing is so terrible they cannot help themselves but to pointlessly beg. SO AROUSING!

Three examples with bitch-boy come to mind. The first is when I have used nettle leaves to ‘dust’ the shaft of his clitty. He is moaning and writhing but then I hold his clitty upright, foreskin back and show my intention to ‘dust’ the exposed head of his clitty with the nettles.  So very, very painful around the head and especially around the very sensitive entrance to the urethra! Oh the pointless begging is a joy. He knows I am going to do it, he knows his begging is pointless but it is so terrible for him, he pleads anyway. Delicious.

The second example, when there are no nettles to hand, and he is already secured for a few hours of sensory deprivation bondage. Before the blindfold is fitted, as you followers know, I always apply some ‘lovely’ ointment to his clitty which I first make hard. I ALWAYS APPLY SOME! But if he sees me pick up the Linnex applicator (which seriously burns and for a much longer duration than any other ointment),  the pointless begging starts, even though he knows I will not change my mind. Again, so delicious.

The final example, and perhaps the most enjoyable, pointless, heartfelt begging. I have him dressed in his most absolutely ridiculous parody of a little girl outfit. Pink frilled, beribboned dress coming down only to his hips. Shaved, limp genitalia on full display. Huge pink ribbon bow atop his head. Holding his dolly. Bells on pink,  frilly ankle and wrist cuffs, tinkle when he moves. I am dressed in pencil skirt and blouse and court shoes. My normal clothes intensifying his ludicrous, shame outfitting. AND WE ARE WAITING. A Domme he has never met before, (although I will have met her), is about to arrive. We have perhaps a 20 minute wait. bitch-boy actually begins to physically tremble. I am smiling like a relaxed, cruel Cheshire cat and so aroused. He begins to plead to be allowed out of this awake nightmare in some way. I  smile and shake my head and show him how relaxed and unmoved I am. Five minutes of silence go by, as I imagine he contemplates what is to come, and the pleading begins again. Another five minutes of silence; it begins yet again. DELICIOUS! Sometimes he sobs a little while he pleads. Sometimes he drops to his knees and kisses my shoes while he pleads. LIFE DOES NOT GET ANY BETTER, OR MORE AROUSING !

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