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.

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.

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

"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.

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

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

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.

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

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?

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.

"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.

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!

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.