I still get inquiries quite often, so just a gentle reminder.

While I am honored by your interest, and I love female domination more than anything else on this earth, I am unable to accommodate new people in my stable.

Those wonderful submissives who regularly come see me keep me very busy!

Just to be clear:

If you and I have played sometime in the past, I would love to keep on playing with you for years to come! Just send me an email and let's schedule an amazing time together.

If you and I have not played sometime in the past, I am sorry, but I am no longer accepting new submissives. I wish you the very best of luck in your search for that perfect dominatrix.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Slave girls can be so much fun!

Bend her over the counter, hike her ever so short skirt up over her hips.

Admire the marks left upon her tight little ass, comment upon her lack of panties.

Tell her to spread her legs, admire her delicate folds.

Slowly insert a plug into her ass, heavy ben wa balls into her cunt.

Let her straighten up, close her legs.

Take her shopping, admonish her just what will happen if she allows anything to fall out.

Posted by Milliscent at 4:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

To: al@junkycarsforsale.com
From: keyholder@permanentchastity.org
Cc: samthelovinghubby@meninpinkpastelpanties.net; worshiper@iadorehotboots.com

Subject: Moving In

Al,

Sam told me about your divorce. I'm so sorry to learn that it didn't work out between you and Denise. You are a great guy, and I'm sure that you'll find someone wonderful to spend your life with in no time.

Sam also let me know that you are without a place to stay, and asked him if you could stay with us for a while. Certainly you may, you are more than welcome, and I hope that you'll feel free to stay for however long you need too.

I do want to go over a few things with you first though, just so there is no misunderstandings or surprises. I know that email is kind of cold, but it's probably easier than us all sitting down to talk, so I hope you don't mind if I spell some things out here.

I know that Sam and I look and act quite normal, and we are! At least we are when other people are around. We do though, as you might have guessed from the email address I'm sending a copy of this to Sam through, get quite wild when we are home alone, or with special friends.

The important thing for you to know is that I make the decisions in my home. I make my decisions based upon my own wants, needs, and desires. I do understand that Sam may have wants, needs, or desires separate from, or different from my own, but I honestly don't feel an impulse to consider his thoughts. I know it might seem strange to you, but we are happiest this way. I live a very selfish life, Sam exists to serve my desires, and this is not only fun, but also very fulfilling for us both as well. Heck, it seems that the more selfish and cruel I am, the more joy Sam finds in his extremely controlled existence!

This is I guess a long way of letting you know that once you move into my house, I'll be making the decisions for you. I'll decide when you get up, when you sleep, when you eat, when you shower, what you do for fun. You will learn to obey.

This is important Al; I don't want you to blow it off. When you are in my home, when you are with me, you will obey me. Your obedience will be cheerful and immediate. Any lack of obedience or respect will be very seriously punished.

I know that you are just now going through a divorce, that you probably want to play the field, explore sex with some new and exciting women. Heck, I imagine you want to spend some quality alone time masturbating to online porn. Well, I guess I should let you know that I do not permit any male orgasms within my home without express permission. The moment you move in I'll drive you to a body piercing shop and have a solid stainless steel tube affixed to your little cock. It will prevent sex, masturbation, and orgasm. Sam has worn one for years and it does him a world of good.

Here's the thing, I have an orgasm calendar. Once the tube goes on your little cock I'll mark off a date six weeks in the future. If you behave perfectly, when that day comes I'll have the tube removed from your cock and you'll get five minutes to jack off. Then we begin again. Remember though, when I mentioned punishment earlier? Every time you disobey, every time you displease me, every time you fail to show me the respect proper for a Goddess you will have additional days added until your next permitted orgasm. Forget a chore, add another week. Disobey me, add another month. Disrespect me; just try me if you are truly dumb enough to find out.

I started Sam off on a six-week schedule years ago, and it worked great for him. Alas though, as time went on, I decided to restrict his orgasms more and more, he's permanently denied now, the poor guy hasn't cum in over four years!

When you move in, you are not to bring any masculine underwear into my home. I can't permit those things here. You and I will go on a grand shopping spree, we will get you beautiful lingerie to wear under your masculine clothes when you are out of the house, cute feminine outfits to wear while in the house, and of course towering high heels for your feet! I love feminizing Sam, and I'm sure that I'll have you forgetting all about your own manhood in no time!

You will of course work at your regular job, but beyond that you'll not have much free time. Your daily chores (all to be done dressed as a woman) will be posted on the refrigerator and their volume will be such as to fill most all of your time. If you do end up with some unfilled time you'll be locked in your bedroom, kept out from underfoot.

I don't want you to think that there won't be any fun while you are living with us though. You see, I do want you to find the perfect woman, and I'm going to allow you to date. Just to be clear though, understand that I'll be choosing who you date. I'm going to fix you up with wonderful women who are looking for a darling submissive for a long-term relationship. I'm going to find you a woman who will keep you in panties, who will control your orgasm, who will rule your life completely! It will be amazing!

Please let me know what time on Saturday you will be arriving so that I can schedule an appointment with the body piercer and get ready for our shopping adventure!

Beth

Posted by Milliscent at 1:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

"Look George, we've been friends since high school. I don't want to have to pull off my belt and start beating you, but I will if you don't stop your complaining. I know that Victoria can be a vicious bitch, that she whips and hurts you all the time, I see the marks for gods sake. I also know that in some twisted way you get off on it, that you need her to hurt you." My best friend Jack began.

"The thing is though, it won't be like that if I have to start beating you. I'll beat you into such a bloody fuckin pulp that you'll have a hard time dragging yourself to Victoria's boots. Understand what I'm saying?" He asked.

I didn't answer until he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry Jack." I eventually muttered.

"I know you are, but this whining has to stop. Victoria told me that yesterday you slinked back into her bedroom and asked her to fuck you again. Why can't you understand that you will never get to fuck again? Why don't you just accept it and shut the fuck up about it?" He asked me.

"I don't know, I just get so horny, I can't help myself." I shamefully replied.

"The answer is never going to change George. No, she wouldn't let you fuck her last year. No, she wouldn't let you fuck her last month. No, she wouldn't let you fuck her last week. No, she wouldn't let you fuck her yesterday. No, she will not allow you to fuck her today. No, she will not let you fuck her tomorrow. No, you will never, ever, fuck her again George. She doesn't even want to think about it." He explained.

"I know that Jack. I really do. I just can't seem to loose all hope though." I answered.

"Don't you remember how it was George? How you and I were watching the game, and when halftime rolled around she came downstairs in that hot little teddy? How you explained to me that you were a tiny, limp dick sissy and couldn't satisfy her? How you asked me to satisfy her, begged me to give her what you couldn't?" He asked.

"I remember." I mumbled.

"Good, then remember also that I tried to talk you out of it, tried to encourage you to be a man. You said you didn't want that, that you needed me to help her cuckold you."

"I haven't forgotten Jack." I said.

"When I see her beautiful tight ass, bent over, I know exactly what to do. I know that she needs me to grab her by the hair, to use a little force on her, to push myself into her, to fill her with my cock and my cum. That's why I get to fuck her George." He said.

"I know that Jack." I replied.

"When you see that same tight little ass bent over, you know what you're supposed to do too. You know that she needs you to kneel behind her and use your lips and your tongue to worship that which is too sacred for you to ever be permitted to fuck." Jack said.

"I know, and I do love it." I admitted.

"I know that you do. Judging from the way your tiny cock strains against it's cage, it's obvious that you love it best following me, worshiping what I've just finished filling." He said.

"I'll try to be better." I said. "I'll try to stop my whining and just accept my role with Victoria."

"I'd like that George." He replied. "It's not like you never get to have any fun. She fucks you at least once a week with that big black dildo, doesn't that help you to forget that you were even born as a man?"

"I do love feeling her inside of me, crying out as she brutally pounds me." I answered.

"And it's not like we ignore you. You almost always get to kneel in the corner, wearing your panties, watching and listening as we fuck. Even when I take her away for a few days alone you don't miss out, I know that she lets you wank off while she tells you all the nasty things we did together." Jack said.

"It's true Jack, I do have it pretty good I guess." I had to admit.

"Good sissy." He said. "Now I want you to start doing your chores, I want this place spotless by the time Victoria comes home.

Posted by Milliscent at 11:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

To: bradley@superduperjunkforsale.com
From: hotwife@psychobitch.net
CC: bigguy@studxxxbull.org

Subject: Dinner

Hi hubby!

I was thinking that last weekend I had so much fun with Marcus! God, I haven't screamed out my pleasure like that with a man forever. I just can't get him out of my mind.

I know that you haven't met him yet, but I also know that you love what he did to me. Don't try and deny it to yourself, the proof was in how hard your tiny little pee pee got, and how strongly you ejected your slime as I told you about everything he did to me!

Anyway, you know what they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and I've invited him over this evening.

I need you to hurry to the store after work to pick up some nice steaks. I want you to cook him a nice meal, I think he'll enjoy watching my sissy husband so eager to please!

V

Posted by Milliscent at 10:42 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Spring is here! The buds are slowly coming out, the birds are singing, the sun peaks out from time to time. Life is returning from yet another winter.

Won't you come celebrate spring by coming to play with me soon? I promise that we will have a wonderful time together!

Posted by Milliscent at 1:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I can't make out the words, but I can hear them talking downstairs. My wife and her lover, I know that they are talking about me; I can only imagine what they are saying to each other.

I wish that I could move. She bound me so securely before he arrived that it is hopeless. I'm blindfolded, gagged, with a stiff leather posture collar around my neck. She stripped me down to bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, and heels. My panties are down around my kneels, she slid them from my hips so that I would be exposed for him. Her bondage holds my head down and my ass up, a position she likes me in for sessions with both her whippy cane and her massive strap-on dildo. My cock is un-caged, it and my balls hanging loose, exposed for whatever may come.

This night, it will not be her. I will not feel her strap, her cane, or her whip across my ass. I will not feel her plug, her dildo, her hand inside of my ass. I will not feel her nails, her fist, her grip against my cock and balls. It will be him.

He is so very jealous. He hates the thought of anyone, even her husband, touching her. He hates the thought of other men even looking at her stunning body. He hates my lips on her body, hates my lust for her, hates my worship of her. He tolerates it only because she keeps me in denial, denial of sex, denial of orgasm, and because he enjoys my pain and humiliation more than he hates my lust for her.

I made a horrible error. It was our anniversary. I thought that maybe, just this once, she would take mercy upon me, that she would consent to fuck me. I asked her. My lust overcame my good sense. She rightly told me no, for why would any superior woman want to fuck a tiny dicked, sissy, cuckold when she could have a real man instead. I thought that the sorry episode had reached its end.

She told him. She told him that I asked her to fuck me. He was furious and his fury compounded her anger. She asked him to teach me a lesson, to remind me of my place, to give me a beating that I could never forget. I am bound here now, trying to make out their words, waiting for him to deliver that beating.

Last night, as we lay in bed, she told me what was going to happen in great detail, she informed me of how offensive my request was to her, and how angry it had made him. As she recounted the beating I was to receive, she herself was overcome with lust at the very thought of it. I lay beside her, my useless cock locked away in a chastity device as she masturbated, cumming over and over as she told me how his thick leather belt would feel across my ass.

I am ashamed. Ashamed that my reaction is the same as hers. Ashamed that as I am bound here, my cock is as hard as a rock because of the very thought of him beating me. Ashamed because I want him to beat me, ashamed because I need him to beat me. Perhaps ashamed most of all because I know that she will watch, and she will laugh as he beats me. That it will turn them both on, and later, after their lust is satisfied, I will feel love and pride as I crawl between them and worship them as my superiors.

I am humiliated and ashamed. Soon I will be hurt. On a very deep level I understand that all is well with me, that this is who and what I am, where I need to be. I need to feel humiliated, I crave feeling shame, I long to feel pain.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

To: jack@xtremexbestwidget.com
From: keyholder@dombitch.org
Subject: Oops

Hi Honey,

I thought I should email you right away because something happened today and I thought you should hear about it from me first.

See, I went out for lunch at O'Sullivan's today, and while I was there I saw your boss come in. He noticed me and came over to my table. I know that you don't like him and that you think he's a bully, but I couldn't be rude, so I invited him to join me for lunch.

We had a very nice conversation, I'm not sure why you and he don't get along, I think maybe he just doesn't like guys with submissive personalities. Well anyway, none of that really matters. We had a nice talk though, so nice that he called his office, said he was sick, so that we could spend more time together, that's why he didn't return after lunch.

Well, anyway, we had a few drinks and I was feeling very sexy with all his attention. The key to your chastity cage was on the chain around my neck as always, dangling between my breasts. He asked about it, and what can I say? I didn't feel like lying to him, so I told him the truth.

Sorry sweetie, but now he knows that you spend your life with your cock in a cage and yourself in frilly little panties.

Funny thing is, the whole idea of our relationship turned him on! The more I told him about how we live our lives, the more excited he got!

He asked if he could be apart of things with us, and seeing the lust in his eyes, I just couldn't say no. We spent the rest of our afternoon together talking about all the degrading things he can do to you in the office, and of course the fun things we can do to you back home in the evenings too!

I guess that's all I need to say, hurry home honey, we are both here waiting for you!

Amanda

Posted by Milliscent at 12:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I've spent a lot of time on my makeup and clothes; I want to be pretty for Mistress when she arrives home because this is a special day for us.

Before she left Mistress declared that I had been a very good girl over the past month, and that as a result I might be getting a special reward when she gets home. I know what my reward is, Mistress knows that I love playing with my little dicklette while she uses her big strap-on in me, and that is how she always rewards good girls. I did all my chores today, and I'm looking pretty, so I know that I'll be getting my reward tonight. I can't wait!

Perhaps my life is odd, Mistress says that the more pain, degradation, and humiliation I suffer, the better girl I am. Well, I'm not one to argue, so I willingly accept every bit of it that she seeks to give me. That's why she thinks I'm such a good girl, that's why she rewards me by fucking my tiny little sissy hole, and that's why every once in awhile the cage comes off of my dicklette and I'm granted her permission to touch myself until I shoot my nasty boy slime.

Mistress is so good to me! I wonder if there could be any better feeling than that of having her biggest dildo driven deeply inside of my body?

Posted by Milliscent at 2:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I'm on my knees, collared and cuffed, waiting for Mistress.

My head is bowed, my eyes studying the floor, I dare not look for her.

I hear her coming, her heels clicking on the hardwood, soon she will be with me.

Lust grows within me, matched with fear, anticipation has become my greatest intoxicant.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

It is truly beautiful in Western Washington this Easter Weekend. I hope that you have a wonderful holiday!

Posted by Milliscent at 1:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

"I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want you to worry about it, but I need you to pack a suitcase, we are flying down to Florida to visit my parents tomorrow." My girlfriend Alexa said.

"I can't leave, I've got work." I said into the telephone.

"No, you don't. I've arraigned everything; you are using vacation time for the next week. We fly out of Sea-Tac tomorrow morning at 10:00am, so you can pick me up at 8:00. We'll be staying at mom's, so won't need a hotel." She replied.

"Oh, OK." I answered.

"One thing though." She said, her voice now as cold as ice. "You are not to ever question me. If I tell you that we are going somewhere that means we are going. I don't want to hear that you 'can't' I don't want to hear about your work. I make the decisions in this relationship, and you my little bitch obey."

"I know. I'm sorry." I answered.

"Sorry isn't good enough. I don't know why you have such a hard time remembering your place, but first thing tomorrow, before we head to the airport, I'm going to blister and bruise your ass with my cane. That'll make the flight even more uncomfortable for you." She replied.

"I understand, and I am sorry Mistress." I answered.

"I know. I know that you are trying, and you are becoming a better slave with each passing day." She said, her words through the phone warmer again now.

"Thank you Mistress." I said, relieved.

"Now the thing is, you should know, mom and dad have a relationship just like ours. Only more extreme." She said.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yes, theirs is total femdom marriage. She'll ask you lots of personal and embarrassing questions, but don't worry about it, just answer her honestly." She answered.

"Like what?" I wondered.

"We'll she'll certainly ask to see your chastity tube, ask about how often you are let out of it. She'll probably laugh at the size of your little needle-dick, ask if I ever let you fuck me like a man." She replied. "Don't worry though, she already knows all the answers. She knows that I'd never let a slave-cock into my body, never allow a sissy like you to jerk off at will."

I was stunned by her words. "Really?" I muttered.

"Of course." She replied. "Mom would never allow dad such freedoms or intimacies and she raised my sisters and I to follow in her footsteps."

"Ok." I answered, shocked at her revelations.

"Now, here's the thing. Don't pack any masculine clothes. You can wear slacks and a button down shirt on the flight, so that will give you one set of manly clothes if we go out, but whenever we are in mom's house you'll need to be dressed as a sissy." She said.

"Is your dad a sissy like me?" I couldn't help but asking.

"Of course." She answered. "The thing is, mom's got a live in boyfriend, Darrius. He's been with her for years. It's important that you look and act feminine the whole time we are there because Darrius don't approve of any masculine men in the home other than himself."

I was so shocked by her words that I couldn't even respond. I just sat there, silently holding the phone.

"Don't worry about anything little boy. It'll be fine. Mom will just ask you lots of questions, dad will be much less inquisitive, but he'll be a good role model for you. Darrius might decide to lift up your skirt and pull down your panties for a little over the knee spanking, but you'll be able to handle it all just fine. They'll love you." She said.

"I'm scared." I answered.

"I know honey, but a week with my parents will give you a perfect preview of the rest of your life." She said with a chuckle.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

These past weeks have seen improvements made to my SM Studio. Nothing that can be seen, but system improvements that will ensure that it always remain one of the finest places to explore BDSM in the world.

It is, I think, important to always improve. Improve ones home, ones dungeon, ones toy collection, ones fetish wardrobe, and oneself.

I hope that you will come visit my recently improved studio very soon!

Posted by Milliscent at 2:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I was thinking this morning about just what wonderful symbols asses are for dominance and submission.

To many wonderful submissives the thought of worshiping their dominants ass with lips and tongue becomes a high calling, an almost prayerful act.

Conversely, it seems to me that so many dominants enjoy using their submissives by ensuring that their asses are frequently penetrated and plugged.

I think it fair to say that the submissive in my life will spend his life with his tongue upon my ass. It is equally plain that I will very often see him as he struggles with his own ass forcibly held open by plugs of my choosing.

Posted by Milliscent at 9:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (10)

A friend asked for a story along these lines, it seemed like a fun thing to write about, so here goes...

I was laying in bed, listening intently to the sounds coming from my wife's bedroom upstairs. A couple of minute's prior the sounds told me that she was again deeply satisfied with her lover's performance. I was now listening for her footsteps on the staircase; I hoped that she would come to me tonight.

I grinned when I heard those steps, pleased that I wouldn't be disappointed. I knew that when she reached the bottom of the stairs that she would make her way into my bedroom where she would sit upon my face, and I would be allowed to lick her ass, cleaning any fluids left on it from her lovemaking.

I was content, and ready for her, so was shocked when the door opened and it was her lover instead.

"On your knees sissy." He commanded in a loud voice.

I was unsure of myself, as I'd never been dominated by one of her lovers. While many of them had watched her dominate me, none had ever participated before. I hesitated.

Seeing my hesitation he strode into the room, grabbed me by my hair, and dragged me out of my bed. "I said: on your knees!" He hollered.

His tone cleared my head and I quickly moved to comply. I knelt in front of him, my knees parted wide, my hands clasped behind my back, with my head respectfully lowered. Just as I had been trained.

He took one step towards me and I was struck by how very close his nude form was to me, how close his massive cock was to my face. I had little time to contemplate this situation for after only a few seconds he grabbed my hair once again and jerked my face into his crotch. I felt his cock against my face, against my closed lips.

"Take a deep breath bitch." He ordered. "Can you smell Elizabeth's sweet little cunt on my cock?"

"Yes." I murmured, almost breathless.

"You might be her husband, but her pussy belongs to me. I thought you understood that." He said.

I was unsure how to reply, so remained silent, dazzled by the touch of his cock to my face, mesmerized by the scent of my wife on his body.

"I don't know just what has gotten into you, but Elizabeth tells me that you have gotten jealous lately. She tells me that you actually pouted this morning when she told you that I would be spending the night. Is that true little man?" He asked.

"I don't know." I replied, softly.

"Yes. You do know. Out with it faggot." He demanded.

"Well, I was feeling a little lonely. I never hardly get to touch her anymore." I mumbled.

"She doesn't want you touching her because you are inadequate. You can't pleasure her; hell your little cock is a joke. I'm surprised she hasn't just cut the damn thing off." He snapped.

"I'm sorry." I offered.

"Well, she's asked me to deal with you." He said.

"I understand." I replied.

"You are not going to like it. Elizabeth and I have decided to restrict your life even further. We've also come up with some new and creative uses for you. Lastly, of course, you are going to be punished, brutally, for your bad behavior." He said.

"Now, open your mouth and get to work on my cock. Taste your wife on my cock. Do your very best to pleasure me while I explain the facts of life to you." He continued. "Elizabeth and I have decided that you will never again be permitted to touch her while she is nude. If she decides to smother you with her ass it will be done while she is wearing jeans. If she decides to let you sniff her pussy, it will be through her pants. Never again will you feel her nude skin against your own."

"She is disgusted by your pathetic little orgasms, grossed out by the way you spurt as you play with yourself while licking her shoes. We are done with that. You are done cumming, and the stainless steel tube can just stay in place."

"Finally, you are going to learn to pleasure me. You'll suck my cock, and you'll learn to take it up the ass. I love sex with your wife, but once in awhile I just want to hurt someone and then force myself inside of them as the tears flow. You'll be perfect for that. I hope that you can handle my belt across your ass because you'll be getting a great deal of that from now on little man." He concluded.

Posted by Milliscent at 12:02 AM | Permalink | Comments (16)

I must say that it is an absolutely beautiful day here at my play space. Winter is being inexorably overcome by spring and it is a perfect time to visit my little slice of heaven.

I wonder, are you ready to come play with me?

Posted by Milliscent at 1:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Mistress and her sister were sitting on the sofa enjoying each other's company as I did my best to serve them tea and some light snacks. I wasn't really listening to their conversation because my attention was focused more on my own tasks.

On this day Mistress had me wearing a very traditional English style maids outfit, not sexy at all, but certainly feminine. Mistress' sister knows all about our relationship, so my outfit wasn't awkward, but what I was wearing under it was very distracting. Before her sister arrived Mistress had slid a plug up inside of me and that had grown continually more uncomfortable. To make matters even worse, Mistress and her sister are both very sexy women, and my poor little dick seemed ready to explode out of its chastity cage.

To overcome the discomfort in my ass and my dicklette, I had to concentrate hard to keep from spilling the tea or otherwise embarrassing myself.

At some point in the conversation though my attention was grabbed. "Can I get your advice on something?" I heard Mistress ask her sister.

Mistress rarely seeks advice I thought to myself as her sister answered "Of course."

"Well, as you can see Tom has come along beautifully. I don't even think that he considers himself a man anymore; he's completely taken with the role of Tammy. He behaves well, and his service levels for me are superb." Mistress said.

"Go on." Her sister replied sensing Mistress' hesitation.

"Well, even in the bedroom Tammy is superb. She licks to perfection, never considering her own desires, only seeking to please me. I've recently told her that I'm never going to permit her to touch her tiny little cock again, that she will never again experience an orgasm." Mistress continued.

"Ok?" Her sister asked.

"I guess the thing is, I don't know if she believes me. I worry that maybe Tammy thinks that someday I will relent. I'm not sure, but I think maybe she dreams of someday being Tom again, dreams that someday maybe I'll let her put that soft little cock of hers into my glorious body. I worry that maybe she thinks that I'll let her thing out of its cage, let her run around loose, masturbating, shooting her disgusting slime everywhere." Mistress said.

"We can never know exactly what another person is thinking." Her sister replied.

"Well, that's just the thing. I want to control her thinking. I don't want her to ever think that she will cum again. I don't want her to ever think of herself as a man again. I don't want her to ever think that she might someday be permitted to fuck me. I'm thinking about having her castrated. Cutting off her balls would certainly put a stop to any nasty thoughts she might have." Mistress said in a rush.

"Hmmm, let me think about that." Her sister replied, while looking in my eyes.

I almost fainted in terror as I watched Mistress' sister's expression transform from confusion to a wide smile.

Posted by Milliscent at 12:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I dream of you as I pull my shear stockings up my legs.
I dream of you as I slide my feet into my towering high heels.
I dream of you as I slip my panty into place, hiding my cut from your eyes.
I dream of you as I wrap my corset around my body.
I dream of you as I pull my harness tight around my waist.
I dream of you as I fit my dildo into that same harness.
I dream of you as I cover my toy with a tight condom.
I dream of you as I lubricate the hard rubber.
I dream of the sounds you will make as I push and penetrate.

Posted by Milliscent at 2:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

We are all constantly bombarded by commercials for drugs that treat erectile dysfunction every time we turn on our televisions. I must say, I don't get it.

Drugs have dangerous side effects, and when they can be easily avoided, I think it's best to do so.

To all you women out there, I've got to say...

He doesn't need to orgasm. Take that pathetic little soft slug and lock it away. Slap a good quality chastity device on him and you'll both be happier.

You certainly don't need his cock to be hard in order to cum, put his lips and tongue to work, with practice he'll give you the greatest pleasures imaginable. Why not let him spend an hour worshiping you like the goddess you are?

If, for whatever reason, you need a hard cock, crave the feeling of penetration, I must say that cuckolding is much more fun than giving your man a little blue pill. Don't feel badly about it, you are not the one who can't get it up, not the one who is incapable of properly satisfying a lover. Just leave your fellow at home, in his cage, and find what you need with a friend.

If your man complains, says that he misses intercourse, worry not, that's what nice strap-on dildo's are for. Bend him over, show him who does the fucking now that his softy is locked away.

Posted by Milliscent at 12:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Dear Mistress,

Thank you Mistress,
Your slave, victor/veronica

Posted by Milliscent at 12:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

You might be a male submissive if your request for a blowjob is met with her laughter.

You might be a male submissive if you wish that you had been born a girl as your Mistress penetrates your body.

You might be a male submissive if watching her with her vibrator is the closest you ever get to sex.

You might be a male submissive if you believe her pantyhose worthy of reverent worship.

You might be a male submissive if you wish that you looked as good in bra, panties, stockings, and heels as she does.

You might be a male submissive if you dream of being placed in bondage positions so awkward that they would break a gymnast.

You might be a male submissive if you must beg her permission before masturbating.

You might be a male submissive if you dream of being treated as an object instead of a man.

You might be a male submissive if when she strokes you through your clothes she feels nothing under them but the hard plastic of your chastity tube.

You might be a male submissive if you dream of being a lesbian as she kisses you.

You might be a male submissive if having her foot in your mouth is more satisfying than the finest meal.

You might be a male submissive if you would prefer to have your little dick in a chastity tube than in her body.

You might be a male submissive if you find doing her housework to be extremely erotic.

You might be a male submissive if your worst nightmare is of her loosing the only key to your chastity device.

You might be a male submissive if she laughed when you expressed your need for orgasm.

You might be a male submissive if your favorite things include blindfolds, gags, and rope.

You might be a male submissive if you understand that your little pecker will never enter her body.

You might be a male submissive if you wish that your secretary would take over your office and allow you to kneel at her feet.

You might be a male submissive if you get excited upon noticing that she bought a new strap-on dildo.

You might be a male submissive if you prefer to be dressed as a maid while cleaning her house.

You might be a male submissive if the invention of a new chastity device is the highlight of your year.

You might be a male submissive if you begged to have your cock encased in its stainless steel tube.

You might be a male submissive if you love the scent and taste of her feet after she has spent a long day at work.

You might be a male submissive if you get hard when she reminds you that you are never to be allowed inside of her body.

You might be a male submissive if you prefer crawling to walking when joining her.

You might be a male submissive if you know that her stroking of your cock with her hand will never result in your orgasm.

You might be a male submissive if you are always made to eat every single drop of your own cum.

You might be a male submissive if you dream of a woman who would lock up your little dick and never let it out again.

Posted by Milliscent at 2:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

You might be a Dominatrix if you enjoy dressing your man in lace and frills.

You might be a Dominatrix if you find putting a collar around your partner's neck to be wildly erotic.

You might be a Dominatrix if you enjoy the look of drool dripping from a gagged mouth.

You might be a Dominatrix if you remain clothed, no matter how hot any encounter may become.

You might be a Dominatrix if you understand that sissys are perfect marriage material.

You might be a Dominatrix if you think it only right to laugh at the small size of his dick, and his inability to keep it hard.

You might be a Dominatrix if you love lowering panties before spanking bottoms.

You might be a Dominatrix if you buy new lingerie for him as often as you do for yourself.

You might be a Dominatrix if you can pick a submissive out of a crowd simply by the way he looks down at your feet.

You might be a Dominatrix if when choosing his clothing for the next day you include bra, panties, and stockings.

You might be a Dominatrix if you love the sight of a bent over body shaking in fear of the strapping that is to come.

You might be a Dominatrix if you find the thought of him having an orgasm to be absurd.

You might be a Dominatrix if you prefer his lips upon your feet to anywhere else.

You might be a Dominatrix if you love the sounds of pathetic begging.

You might be a Dominatrix if you enjoy the sight of pain in your slave's eyes as you viciously attack his nipples with your fingernails.

You might be a Dominatrix if you like the sight of a cock bulging under a sexy panty.

You might be a Dominatrix if you find a bruised and welted bottom to be an extremely erotic sight.

You might be a Dominatrix if your idea of a romantic weekend getaway is staying in a first class hotel room, keeping the door closed, and enjoying his oral worship of your feet and legs for hours at a stretch.

You might be a Dominatrix if you laugh whenever you see an especially tiny cock.

Posted by Milliscent at 2:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

You might be a female submissive if you proudly wear the necklace that spells out the word SLUT your Mistress gave you.

You might be a female submissive if you are normally shy and reserved, but a wild whore when you are with your Mistress.

You might be a female submissive if when your Mistress bends you over to take her strap-on you don't know if your tight ass or hungry cunt will be penetrated, but you hope for both before the night is over.

You might be a female submissive if you spend hours picking out just the right lingerie for your Mistress to cut from your body.

You might be a female submissive if you enjoy the scent of her cut on your lips so much that you hate to wash your own face.

You might be a female submissive if you spent last Christmas bound with large bows.

You might be a female submissive if your favorite thing is licking her beautiful ass as she regally sits upon your face.

You might be a female submissive if you love going out with her wearing heels, a trench coat, and nothing else.

You might be a female submissive if you know that your skirt is so short as to be illegal, but you love wearing it anyway.

You might be a female submissive if a long hard session with the cane follows your sexy strip tease.

You might be a female submissive if your strongest orgasms always come when you are tied up.

You might be a female submissive if you enjoy having your mouth filled with a gag as you serve your Mistress.

You might be a female submissive if your Mistress binds your nude form against the wall and declares you art for her party.

You might be a female submissive if your Mistress's clit is your favorite thing in the world.

You might be a female submissive if your favorite form of foreplay is a good hard spanking.

You might be a female submissive if your Mistress dresses you like a whore before taking you out on the town.

You might be a female submissive if you get up early in the morning, shower, make yourself beautiful, adorn your body in beautiful lingerie, and kneel beside her bed, all so that she can wake up and appreciate her possession.

You might be a female submissive if you think it right that you spend so much time worshiping her cut, while she spends none kissing yours.

You might be a female submissive if you love the feel of her hands around your neck as she has her way with your body.

You might be a female submissive if you spend as much time on your knees beside her bed as you do inside of it.

You might be a female submissive if you spend hours thinking up new and creative ways to please her.

You might be a female submissive if the sight of her strap-on instantly excites you.

You might be a female submissive if you beg to be turned over her knee and spanked.

You might be a female submissive if you love having your face slapped as you kneel between her legs.

You might be a female submissive if you can't help but touch yourself through your clothes as you gaze at her.

You might be a female submissive if you get wetter as her demands become more unreasonable.

You might be a female submissive if you have spent countless hours practicing self-bondage so that you can make a wrapped gift of your body for her.

You might be a female submissive if you prefer kneeling at her feet to standing at her side.

You might be a female submissive if she tells you how prettily you moan as she slides the plug into your ass.

You might be a female submissive if a dropped and broken wine glass results in a very serious beating with her leather whip.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

You might be a cuckold if you love hearing how good her new boyfriend is in bed.

You might be a cuckold if you like the look of another man's cock in her hand.

You might be a cuckold if you hope that someday she will order you to give her lover a blowjob.

You might be a cuckold if you are made to sleep in the spare bedroom so as to not disturb her lover's sleep.

You might be a cuckold if you have only ever seen other men's cocks in her mouth.

You might be a cuckold if she told you to thank him for giving her the sexual satisfaction you are incapable of providing.

You might be a cuckold if you understand not to ask what time she might get home.

You might be a cuckold if you love the taste of another man inside of her.

You might be a cuckold if she doesn't even bother to make up a lie about whom she is spending the night with.

You might be a cuckold if you love hearing of her exploits over breakfast the next morning.

You might be a cuckold if you wish that someday she will give the key to your chastity device to her lover.

You might be a cuckold if you use your tongue to clean her lover's cum from her body.

You might be a cuckold if you are nude, collared, and leashed when meeting her new boyfriend.

You might be a cuckold if you like the scent of another man on her body.

You might be a cuckold if you love the vision of another man's cock working its way deep inside of her body.

You might be a cuckold if you are sent out to buy all new sexy lingerie for her to wear while on a business trip with her boss.

You might be a cuckold if you love sniffing her panties after she spends a night with her lover.

You might be a cuckold if you spend hours on your knees, your ass plugged, waiting for her to come home.

You might be a cuckold if she declares that the thought of sex with you sickens her.

You might be a cuckold if the only time your cock grows hard is when you see her with another man.

You might be a cuckold if she tells her friends that you could never hope to pleasure a woman with your inadequate cock, as you watch and listen.

You might be a cuckold if you help your wife dress for a night on the town with another man.

You might be a cuckold if your birthday gift from her lover is a chastity device.

You might be a cuckold if she laughs at you while her lover penetrates her.

You might be a cuckold if she leaves you at home to 'guard the house' while she goes away on vacation with her lover.

You might be a cuckold if you watched as your bride fucked someone else on your wedding night.

You might be a cuckold if you are turned on by the sight of another man's cum on her body.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

You might be a sissy if you hope to someday have all pink leather bondage gear.

You might be a sissy if you are glad to have such a tiny little cock.

You might be a sissy if you know that asking for an orgasm will only result in more time locked in chastity for you.

You might be a sissy if you spend more time trying to figure out how to tuck your equipment into a thong than you do watching football with your friends.

You might be a sissy if you think she looks her best wearing a strap-on.

You might be a sissy if you would rather see the bra and panty set than the Victoria's Secret model underneath it.

You might be a sissy if you want to sign up for ballerina lessons.

You might be a sissy if you can barely constrain yourself from kneeling at the feet of every beautiful woman in heels you see on the street.

You might be a sissy if you long to kiss her after her lover has exploded into her mouth.

You might be a sissy if you would rather see the key to your chastity belt on a chain around her neck than on a ring in your bedside drawer.

You might be a sissy if you think that the dildo she uses in your tight little hole should always be at least twice the size of the equipment you were born with.

You might be a sissy if you adore licking another man's cream from her delicate slit.

You might be a sissy if you sleep and dream about being a schoolgirl, bent over the headmaster's desk.

You might be a sissy if you fantasize about other men catching a glimpse of the top of your stockings.

You might be a sissy if you know that your wife would react to a request for sex as if you were telling a joke.

You might be a sissy if you long for nothing more than being forced to give your first blowjob.

You might be a sissy if she brings your desert home in her panties.
You might be a sissy if you prefer to have your little dick locked away while getting a spanking, lest you have an accident.

You might be a sissy if you carry a dildo to serve as a pacifier when you get bored.

You might be a sissy if you understand that wearing a chastity cage is good for you.

You might be a sissy if you find yourself begging her to let another man enjoy your body.

You might be a sissy if you think it very bad form to hand wash her lingerie without first donning an apron.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy picking out and buying the lingerie she will wear for her lover.

You might be a sissy if your definition of sex is her strap on penetrating deeply inside your body.

You might be a sissy if you hope to someday hear a man refer to you as his very own cum dump.

You might be a sissy if you wish people would begin thinking of you as Ms. instead of Mr.

You might be a sissy if your little stick tries to get hard at the slightest glimpse of stocking clad feet.

You might be a sissy if you think she looks her very best when her body sports another man's cum.

You might be a sissy if spilling a cup of coffee results in a bruised ass for you.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy seeing watching her get ready for a date with her lover.

You might be a sissy if you would rather read Woman's Wear Daily than Sports Illustrated.

You might be a sissy if you have grown to love the flavor of the cum you eat from deep inside her cut.

You might be a sissy if you would rather see her delicate folds through her pantyhose than exposed for an unobstructed view.

You might be a sissy if a late dinner results in an evening of bondage and beatings for you.

You might be a sissy if you love the scent of her lover on her body.

You might be a sissy if you dream of having someone to call Mistress, and Master.

You might be a sissy if you think it is a privilege to be allowed to sleep in her closet as she shares her bed with her lover.

You might be a sissy if you love watching her unzip another man's trousers.

You might be a sissy if your heart flutters when she enters the room carrying a riding crop.

You might be a sissy if dressing, as a woman is no longer just fun and games for you.

You might be a sissy if you long for the day when she tells you that your squirting has ended forever.

You might be a sissy if you understand the logic behind her decision to keep her pussy off limits for you.

You might be a sissy if you suck her heels as if they were cocks.

You might be a sissy if you get turned on when she laughs at you.

You might be a sissy if you daydream about her lover bending you over a chair.

You might be a sissy if you want her to watch you suck another man off.

You might be a sissy if you sit quietly on one end of the sofa as she makes out with her lover on the other end.

You might be a sissy if you are thinking about getting her another man for Valentines Day.

You might be a sissy if you try to coordinate your outfit with hers.

You might be a sissy if you no longer own male underwear, not even for your doctors' appointments.

You might be a sissy if you don't mind the fact that you can no longer get it up.

You might be a sissy if you try to look your very best when her lover comes by the house.

You might be a sissy if you know that she will never let you join in her bedroom games.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy getting spanked more than eating chocolate.

You might be a sissy if your dream job is being a Hooters Girl.

You might be a sissy if you can't remember if you should call your hole a sissy pussy or an ass.

You might be a sissy if you hope that she will put you on hormones so that your little stick will never work again.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy seeing your wife pick out extremely skimpy outfits to wear on her nights out on the town without you.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy hearing her tell another man that she loves him.

You might be a sissy if your own collection of high heels puts most women's to shame.

You might be a sissy if she kisses someone other than you at the stroke of midnight, New Years Eve.

You might be a sissy if you are offended by the thought of wives fucking their husbands.

You might be a sissy if you wish that you had the legs to pull off looking great in heels and short shorts.

You might be a sissy if you are no longer nervous about greeting strangers while wearing a skirt.

You might be a sissy if you try to show a little bit of lace above the tops of your jeans.

You might be a sissy if you enjoy having her refer to you as her wife.

You might be a sissy if you think that licking cum soaked panties is a wonderful after dinner treat.

You might be a sissy if you find yourself wishing that her lover's cock is much larger than your own.

Posted by Milliscent at 3:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

He began thinking of himself as a man. Now he knows that he's certainly not a man.

He began enjoying the occasional spanking, being turned over her knee. Now he is punished with her cane, welted, in pain, perpetual bruises across his ass.

He began occasionally wearing her bra and panties. Now he fully dresses as a woman for her, an illusion he has become quite adept at creating.

He began fearful whenever she would penetrate his ass, finding it uncomfortable and embarrassing. Now he begs to be fucked with her toys, longs for penetration as his primary sexual outlet.

He began with a well-nurtured ego, quick to defend his pride. Now he craves humiliation, finds satisfaction serving her publicly.

He began because female domination increased to power of his orgasm, it turned him on. Now he finds bliss in having his orgasm denied.

He began wearing a little plastic cage around his cock and balls from time to time. Now his cock is pierced to firmly hold the stainless steel that encases what used to be his manhood.

He began enjoying kissing and caressing her mouth, her breasts, her cut. Now his lips and tongue find nothing but her toes and her ass, he accepts and appreciates this, perfectly content to worship her feet and asshole.

He began dreaming of fucking her. Now he dreams of other men doing so, begs her to deny him that which she provides to them.

He began thinking of himself as the breadwinner, the man of the house. Now he thinks of himself as her sissy maid as he performs the drudgery of housework.

This new creature, this new possession she has created for herself desires nothing more than to spend his days dressed as her sissy, working for her comforts. He loves being bent over the kitchen table, her cane mercilessly beating against his ass. He adores being used has her slut, his throat and his ass ripped open as she brutally fucks him. He is delighted by his evolution.

I must ask you slave. Are you ready to evolve for me?

Posted by Milliscent at 1:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

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Posted by Milliscent at 1:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I open my eyes, refreshed after a good nights sleep. Turning over and looking towards the floor I see my slaves. They are both precisely as they should be and my heart flutters just a bit at how ravishing they look.

A husband and wife team, I like to keep them as a matched set.

On their hands and knees, their gazes linger on me. Both I see are equally free of body hair, and for this morning they have chosen sky blue bra and panty sets. I look at their makeup, expertly applied, and think of how pretty their lipstick will look after it has been transferred to my body.

Behind them a full-length mirror hangs, it gives me a wonderful view of their backsides. I know that he would have a raging erection if such things were allowed; thankfully the hard plastic cage around his cock prevents such nastiness. As for her, I can see that she is wet for me this morning. Her anticipation makes the crotch of her panty just a little bit darker and shinier.

Best of all are the plugs holding their tight little asses open for me. I bought this particular matching set a few days ago, at first my little playthings had trouble accommodating them, but I see that they managed to stretch themselves for me this fine morning.

I smile at my toys, trying to decide which one I will use first.

Posted by Milliscent at 3:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Tomorrow begins a new session of the State Legislature at Olympia.

We've got a new Governor and a new Senate leadership, but the same old House of Representatives.

Like every year, lots of legislators are going to try and increase taxes, take away guns, and pull money from our students (both K-12 and Higher Ed) in order to fund failed social programs.

I think that each of us can make a difference, that each of us can have an effect upon the decisions that our individual legislators make. You can find, and write to, your legislators here:

http://www.leg.wa.gov

Posted by Milliscent at 3:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Well, what can I say? It was a tough day for Seattle Football. We almost had those guys, but in the end our poor first half was just too much to overcome.

The good news is, our team is young. Really young. We just might be an amazing force next year.

Now I think I'll just have to root against San Francisco, don't much care for those guys.

As long as I'm posting about football, I've got to say that in my view Redskins coach Mike Shanahan needs to be fired. He played an obviously hurt RG3 against us and may have very well ruined an extremely promising career for that man. A coach who doesn't have his player's health at heart shouldn't be coaching.

Well, my rant about Washington over, I've got to just sit here and wait for next season to begin.

Posted by Milliscent at 2:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)