From: boss@ballbreakingbitches.org
To: minion@wesellcrap.com
Cc: Brendan@sissytrainer.com
Re: A Little Project

Hi Honey!

I hope that you are getting a lot accomplished, and having a stress free day at work!

I had lots of fun today!

I did some shopping at our favorite lingerie store and I think that I found something unique and wonderful to wear for Brendan on Saturday night! I want to make sure though, so I'll put it on tonight and let you take a peek. I'd like to get a man's opinion about how it looks on me.

Of course, I don't have any men around, so I guess that you're the best I can do! ;-)

Poor hubby, I do wonder what it must feel like to live as you do. You are just so much less than a man. Well, anyway, there's nothing you can do to change what you are, and besides, sometimes I think that maybe you've become so used to our marriage that you actually think it's normal.

I remember that you were a man once, before you came to me. Do you ever regret asking to be my slave? If you ask me, it was the damn dumbest question you ever asked, but I suppose that you like being forced to live a life of obedience. I can't imagine why, but you do seem to thrive under my control.

Back to tonight though. I'll have you look at me in it and you can let me know if I look smokin hot! I do want to look great for him, even if he tears lingerie off of me in a couple of minutes flat!

Do you ever think back to when we first met? Remember how I used to wear sexy things for you? It's too bad that we can't still do that, but there's just no use exciting you since you're just a thing now, no longer a man.

Enough about my new outfit though, I want to tell you about a special project I've got planned for you when you get home from work!

I didn't only buy myself some very sexy things; I bought you a nice big supply of pretty panties!

Tonight when you get home I'm going to have you get out all of your masculine underwear. Then you can sit in the living room at my feet and cut them all up with scissors as I watch. I've decided that I just can't allow any more ugly men's underwear under my roof.

From now on you'll always be in pretty panties for me! Won't that be wonderful?

I know that you love me, and I know that you would never cheat on me, but it must get tempting for you sometimes. The women you work with don't know that you're not a man, and there are so many pretty girls there. After all these years without sex you must certainly be dying to get your lil pecker inside of a woman.

I think that the pretty panties will help you to keep temptation at bay. Just imagine how a woman would laugh if she opened up your pants and found your lil pecker covered in colorful lace!

Of course at some point you'll be going to the doctors for a checkup, so I guess someone will see it. ;-)

It'll be a fun project for us tonight, and I know that you'll be very cute in your new panties!

Dru

P.S. I sent a CC to Brendan because he and I talked about it last week and he is thrilled that you will be in panties from now on. To be honest, we had a great laugh at your expense! What's new huh????

P.P.S. Oops, I almost forgot to tell you! When Brendan and I talked about your new panties he suggested that we start using them to clean ourselves up a little bit. That way you'll get to feel nice and close to us wearing your panties with our dried cummies! Isn't Brendan good to you? I want you to write him a nice thank you email for the way he's always thinking of you.

D.

Posted by Milliscent at 6:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

"Kneel down, facing me. Don't you dare touch it, but since you were such a good boy, and so sincere in your prayer to me today you may sniff my pretty little pussy for a few seconds." She told me.

I of course wanted to take full advantage of such a rare opportunity, so got into position as quickly as I could and allowed my nose to hover just over my Goddess's holy of holies.

"Its been so many years since I let you touch me sexually, I can't even remember quite how long it's been. Do you know?" She asked.

"I'm sorry Goddess, I can't remember exactly. I think its over ten years since you declared that my stupid little stick and it's disgusting slime could never enter your body again." I replied.

"Sometimes I think back on our years together and I am amazed at how heartlessly I manipulate you. All these years I've done my very best to humiliate you as cruelly as possible. When I look at you I can see that you are suffering, it is obvious that the years of abuse have taken their toll. I recognize it intellectually, but I just don't care. I look at you, see the horrible things you have to go through for me, and I am completely unfeeling. You're just as twisted as I am though. You love the abuse I force you to endure and you love suffering, don't you boy?" She asked.

"Yes Goddess! Sometimes I feel like living under you is like living inside of hell, but I can't help myself, I love it all!" I replied excitedly, showing her the great enthusiasm I feel for the life I lead.

"I think that maybe I've fucked with your mind for so long that you've lost your ability to think rationally about anything I do." She said, shaking her head as she turned and walked away from me.

Posted by Milliscent at 6:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My wife, her lover, and I were entertaining some new friends for the day, a married couple, new to female domination, but eager to learn more. My wife met them online when they sent her an email with questions about the female supremacist lifestyle. A bit of time, and a lot of emails passed between them, and eventually my wife decided to extend them an invitation to our home.

The day began pleasantly for everyone, we all seemed to be getting along very well and discovered a number of similar interests. The wine flowed and eventually the two partners in each couple drew close. My wife and her lover sat together and playfully snuggled on one end of the couch as our guests did the same on the other end. As my wife doesn't desire such intimacies from me, I sat in a chair opposite. Eventually the talk turned to sex as it is bound to do in our house, and that is when the day changed radically for me.

I don't remember the exact question, but our new friend's curiosity got the better of them and they asked my wife why she decided to take a lover.

While I can't remember the question, I can certainly remember the answer as my wife makes it a point to never soften her words to make them easier for me to hear.

"I haven't been turned on by poor hubby in what seems like forever. There's just nothing about him that I feel sexually attracted to. It's just as well though because he could never please me sexually anyway. He's just plain awful at pleasuring a woman, and I never saw any sign of improvement." She said.

Her words brought an instant reaction from everyone, my wife's lover let out a chuckle, our new friends both turned to me with questioning looks upon each of their faces, and I reddened with embarrassment.

"About four years ago I put an end to that nonsense once and for all. I met a wonderful lover who was able to provide me all the pleasure a woman could want and from the first moment with my new lover I decided that poor hubby had to be banned from my bed and my body." She continued.

By now I was growing even redder, her boyfriend was obviously trying to control his laughter, and our new friends just continued to stare at me. I imagine they were curious as to how someone could be so pathetic as to disappoint my beautiful wife in the bedroom.

"I do let hubby lick my ass once in a great while, but to be perfectly honest, even just the thought of having his cock inside of me or him fondling my pussy disgusts me now." She concluded.

No doubt a bit shocked by my wife's answer, our new friends moved the conversation forward. It wasn't too long though before all the attention was again upon me.

"Sweetheart, I need you to do something for me." My wife said looking straight at me.

"Of course." I replied.

"Now listen carefully, because I don't want you to forget anything." She commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm listening." I assured her.

"You're kind of a third wheel here and I'd rather it was just the four of us." She said.

I nodded in reply so she would know that I was paying close attention as needed.

"Go into the kitchen and get some empty water bottles in case you need to pee later, then take them and your laptop into your bedroom. When you're done with that you can come out and say goodbye to our new friends. Then I want you back into your room, with the door closed for the rest of the afternoon and evening. You can do some work on your computer while you are in there but I don't want you to come out for any reason, and I want you to be perfectly quiet. I don't want to hear the slightest sound come out of that room. It certainly won't hurt you to skip dinner tonight, but I'll scrape some of our leftovers into your doggie bowl and leave it in the fridge for you. Late tonight, after our friends have left and you hear us climb the stairs and go into my bedroom you can quietly come out, have the snack I'm leaving you and brush your teeth." She ordered.

I again nodded.

"Do you understand?" She quickly asked.

"Yes Ma'am." I answered.

"Good. Don't forget, I want it just like you aren't even here. Now get moving!"

Posted by Milliscent at 5:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I hear the door open; hear the distinctive clicks her high heels make as she walks across the wooden floor. I don't know how long I've been here, locked in my little room, and forced to wait for her return. I know that she likes me to wait, likes me to remain still, with nothing to distract my attention. She delights in leaving me alone with my thoughts, which invariably return to her. That is why I'm on the bed, severely and uncomfortably bound.

I feel the heat of her body on mine, not touching yet close, she often seems forever out of reach. I'm bound face down, but with my ass high in the air, held there by pillows, a support she uses to keep me in her chosen position.

Relief floods my body as a strap is removed and the plug she had forced deeply into my ass before leaving is withdrawn. "We were both well fucked tonight." She remarked as she set the plug aside and began removing my bonds.

Slowly I was freed, eventually placed upon my back. She worked with care so as to not disturb the catheter that had been removing my wastes, nor the bag in which those wastes were collected. "You can drink it all up in a minute, but first I've got a nice meal for you." She said with a smile, while holding the bag of urine.

As I lay watching her she climbed off the bed and retrieved her purse from the floor, removing from it a small jar containing two used condoms. "I fucked him twice tonight, you're going to eat well!" She exclaimed as she removed the condoms from their container.

She handed them to me, one by one and supervised as I licked every drop of her passion and her lovers cum from them. When I was finished I thanked her for allowing me to share in her lovemaking. I was proud to be her slave, the object of her mockery.

I am truly a slave to her; she remains forever my evil fairy. I do not know though, is she real, or is she an absinthe-induced fairy? I sometimes wonder if it even matters.

Posted by Milliscent at 7:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

I open the door and am pleased to see that he hasn't been able to move an inch. I admire my handiwork, a male slave, tightly bound, blindfolded, jaw forced open with a large ring gag. I admire the massive plug, so much larger than his cock, forced deeply into his ass. Admire the catheter that allows me to leave him for so very long without worrying about a mess. I bound him and left for a day and night with the latest in a long string of lovers, left him to think about me and my betrayal of him as I fucked another.

I move close to him, I am dressed to kill and I know that my scent is of sweat and sex, but I don't let my body sensually touch him. I much prefer to deny him all sexual touch. I remove the plug from his ass; delighting in the discomfort it must cause, and I slowly release him from bondage.

I'll work his ass again later, perhaps a plug, maybe I'll explore with a long handled dildo. For a while he can enjoy an empty ass, but I will open it again for I simply hate the idea of his fuckhole ever being closed.

I comment about the fucking I received and smile inwardly as he groans.

Eventually he is unbound, the gag and blindfold are removed. His catheter bag is quite full; I remind him that later he will be drinking it. I need him to humiliate himself for me and delight in the fact that he does so with amazing willingness. He'll drink his own piss simply because I tell him to do so, but even more importantly, he'll find joy in doing it for me.

I brought condoms home from my tryst and gave them to him for cleaning. The wetness from my body and the cum from my lover, both combine to make a perfect meal for my slave. I look into his eyes as his tongue lovingly licks my lovers cum and I know that he is truly mine.

I am a dominatrix, he my little fairy. I wonder though, is he real, or is he an absinthe-induced fairy? I do sometimes wonder if it even matters.

Posted by Milliscent at 7:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Love. Ecstasy. Pain. Passion. Play.

What a truly delightful holiday!

Posted by Milliscent at 3:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Champions of the World

No spankings for those who argued on behalf of the Colts!

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"Please Mistress, may I cum?" You ask me, explosive passion evident in your voice.

I hear your words and reflect upon how I've forced you to change.

You came to me a man, yet now you are woman. High heels, stockings, and the short skirt you are stroking yourself through. Lacy bra, pretty makeup and hair, your outfit is complete.

I love having you on your knees, do so often, but today is different for you. Today you are not kneeling at my feet; today you are kneeling with your face in a very masculine crotch. You are learning about sex as a woman. You are bathing in his scent, feeling his hardness on your cheeks, and exploring your femininity as you bask in his masculinity.

I want you to cum with your face in his crotch; want you to become woman for me.

"You may cum bitch." I say moments before your feminization completes.

Posted by Milliscent at 1:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

This is Superbowl Sunday, the day all American's gather around our televisions to share a cultural event of immense proportions.

The day that the Saints defeat the evil Colts!

I must though ask myself an extremely important question:

Superbowl or Sex?

Sex or Superbowl?

Whatever is a dominatrix to do?

I've got it!

I'll place the dining room chairs facing the TV. Turn on the pre-game show to provide a bit of entertainment as I prepare.

Have the boys strip naked for me. Seat one per chair. Ropes used to hold them each in place.

A plug penetrating each ass, forcing it open so that they can't forget me during the excitement of the game.

Weights roped to tentacles, a bit of pain to increase the fun for all.

Gags inserted into mouths, all the better to ensure that the game is not disturbed.

Nipple clamps. Is there a reason why they shouldn't be worn for at least a quarter?

If the Colts score, boys can be slapped, feel the sting of the cane across their shoulders, suffer for the day.

If the Saints score, boys can be gently stroked, find pleasure at my fingertips, grow at my touch.

A perfect Superbowl Sunday!

Did I mention that today it's just me and three kinky boys watching the game? How lucky are they?

Posted by Milliscent at 12:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)