Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Needs and Wants: My Handmaiden

I find myself in the interesting position of being the head of household for both my husband elliot and my handmaid/companion Mady.

And, yes, Mady has been "promoted" although that is not quite the right word for it. Back in May I related my conversation with Mady who wanted to take her position and her submission to a very different level. Over the summer, as we enjoyed the heat and had elliot pulling us around the property in our dogcart, naked except for his cute little chastity cage and his shiny stainless steel ball stretcher. We went to the beach often and Mady enjoyed swimming in a pretty, retro, modest and deliciously sexy one piece or a wonderfully demure two-piece I had bought her.

We talked a lot. Where elliot and I have been working on our wife marriage for years, to the point where we barely think about it: he does what he is told and is soundly whipped if he doesn't, no need to over think that. But with Mady there is a different dynamic and we needed to figure out what would work for her and for me. (elliot was not part of these conversations, when we had figured it out we told him.)

More than anything Mady wanted and needs security. A very clear idea of being taken care of, of someone making decisions on her behalf and in her interests. There is a lot of information out on the web about Mistresses and slaves and, unfortunately, Mady had read a lot of it. It eventually emerged that she had thought that her next step would be to become my slave because that seemed to her to be the only way to be sure.

As my readers know, I do not believe in slavery in any form. Particularly inside a household. I understand that some wives prefer their husbands to be their slaves but I think that creates a fiction which can be very harmful. In a wife led marriage a husband needs to be obedient and accept his wife's position as head of the house. He needs to accept the fact he will be disciplined and, in most cases, will have his sexuality either curtailed or entirely subject to his wife's needs and desires. He will almost certainly be chaste. But none of that amounts to slavery because no intelligent woman wants or needs a man who does only what he is told to do. Rather, an intelligent woman will want her husband to accept her complete authority and then go forth and do mighty things. (And, it turns out, that a man in that position tends to put a great deal of effort out into the world knowing he is loved and protected at home.)

This is even more true with a young woman who is looking for the direction and discipline only an older woman can bring. Having Mady as a slave, however voluntary that condition, would waste all of the interesting things my maid was capable of. More importantly, it would actually reduce her usefulness to me. Between her really exquisite lady's maid skills, her lovely service at cocktail hour, her delicious teasing of poor elliot, her occasional intimate service, and her genuinely lovely demeanour and beauty, I couldn't see how I could improve upon her situation as my maid. But I had to or risk losing Mady to a larger world. But I didn't want to lose her, now automatic, curtsies which always made her nipples harden under her transparent blouses, displayed so beautifully in her quarter cup bras.

As we talked over the summer I realized that Mady very much enjoyed the mistress and maid situation. She loved the fact that when she was on formal duty I required her to corset her waist tightly and, except in summer, wear lovely, sheer, seamed, stockings (a dozen pairs of which will be in her Christmas stocking. Ho, ho, ho.) For formal entertaining, while she does not wear a sheer blouse she does have to wear five inch black patent leather pumps black patent leather pumps which she has been practising in since she came to us. She likes the fact she is required to whip elliot into shape and she has done a wonderful job. No sign of a belly on my darling husband after eight months of carrying Mady on his shoulders and pulling her little dog cart. And she told me she loved all of this. But it was not quite enough.

Because there was all the time she was off duty. On her own. Writing her book, reading, relaxing, "It is so hard to go from being on duty as your maid to my space where I am just me. elliot is never on duty and he is never off duty, he is just your submissive, obedient husband all the time." said Mady in one of our talks at the beach. "I'm your maid all of four or five hours a day, the rest of the time, I really could be anywhere. Drifting."

You can see the problem. On duty, Mady has a role and a set of responsibilities. She demonstrates her position with her dress, her corset, her curtsy and her acceptance of my orders. Off duty? Her identity as my maid is lost and she is left to her own devices. For a girl who craves order, who needs routine, discipline and a sense of place being left to her own devices is a penance she should not have to bear.

I thought about it. I knew I did not want a "daughter of the house". Incest, even play incest, makes my flesh crawl so that was out. Besides, I did not want to lose my maid. Mady was already my bondswoman with a full indenture and an oath before God. And that was not enough. Taking her to my bed, and sending elliot off to his lonely single bed in his dressing room, was fun for an evening but not really a solution. She needed to know she had a place in my household when she was not performing her domestic duties or keeping my husband trim and sexually frustrated.

The more I looked at the problem the less tractable it became. The fact was that Mady really did want to be mine in the same way that elliot is and she wanted to remain my maid. As with so many things in life the Bible offered a rather good concept which I eventually came across: a handmaiden. Technically, a handmaiden was a female slave who served a mistress but was often given to the husband to "wife". Not quite how our household works, but the sexual element of the handmaiden's duties seems to fit. While I didn't much like the "slavery" element, the idea of a handmaiden can also be looked at in status terms where I, as the Lady of the House, have the social standing of a wife and member of a community, whereas my handmaiden's status is entirely within my gift.

The beauty of this solution is that the Biblical handmaidens, Hagar, Zilpah and Bilhah, were all given by their mistresses to their mistress's husbands to "wife". Now, leaving aside Miss Atwood's distopian tale, the fact is that taking Mady as my handmaiden as well as my maid would mean she would be giving me formal control over her breeding - whether I choose to have elliot cover her (unlikely) or find a suitable, I suspect older, man whom she might marry - which seemed to appeal to her.

So we sat in the shade by the beach after Mady had done her lengths and had a soft white towel around her pretty shoulders. I was sitting in a canvass director's chair elliot had carried down to the beach along with our picnic, umbrella and blanket in his dog cart.

"I have made my decision Mady." I said quite formally. "We will change your vows. You will become my handmaiden at home, when we travel or are away from the village, you will be my companion. You will still, of course, remain in service as my maid, but your duties will be extended. When you have completed your own book you will write a book for me. Instead of being able to choose your own clothing when you are off duty you will dress as a young lady of this house. You will attend me unless and until dismissed. You will also be bred when I decide who will be fathering your children. Which will not be for a few years. Which brings me to a rather strict requirement which you will have to accept as my handmaiden."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady looking up at me.

"As my handmaiden you will no longer have vaginal, penetrative sex. Of any sort." I said having thought about this for some time. "You will, of course, be used anally and orally on the rare occasions elliot is allowed to be frisky; but we will be saving your pussy until I decide to breed you."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady.

"So, before you take your vows I will have your labia pierced and rings inserted. I would think four or five rings on either side should be sufficient. When you have healed, which I am told will take a couple of months, my jeweller will have finished a pretty white gold chain and a diamond set padlock. We will lock you up after your vows."

"Oh yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." said Mady gasping a little.

"And while the piercer is working we'll have your clit hood done as well. Normally I will leave that free of your chastity. I want you unpenetrated rather than unpleasured. And I know elliot is very skilled."

"He is ma'am. Very." said Mady.

"Well there is no harm in him practicing on my handmaiden is there." I said. "Especially if she is wearing her pretty rings and lock."

"No ma'am, no harm at all. Actually, I think practice makes perfect and he is getting pretty close to perfect."

"He is, but I am sure we can make him even better."

We left it at that. Mady was smiling the quiet smile of a woman who knew her place.


If you are thinking of taking control of your marriage or asking your wife to put you in your place, you may want to read a few of our books or buy a cock cage or ball stretching weights:

You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.

You can order ball stretcher for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recommend starting with a fairly light stretcher. Make sure you measure the ball sack circumference. You want the stretcher to fit snugly just above the testicles. Order here.

Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Mady's Favourite Book
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband
Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Thursday, 15 December 2016

And Suddenly It's Christmas

Yes, we have been remiss on the blogging front and, honestly, so much has happened in my little family that it will take several posts to cover our evolutions.

Part of my role as head of our household is to balance elliot's need for discipline and submission against my own particular tastes. Which had been relatively easy because he long ago accepted the fact that just as there is only one sexuality which matters at our house, mine, there is also only one decision maker, me. As long as he remembers his position everything goes smoothly.

To remind him of his place I put him in chastity a year and a half ago. His little cock cage cost all of $20 and has been worth every penny. While I started out locking him up a couple of days or a week at a time, he soon grew used to being denied any sensation at all in his little cock and I decided that being locked up needed to be his normal state. Over the summer, while I thought about releasing him because the heat was uncomfortable, the level of control the cock cage afforded meant I decided to keep him locked up. I have a key and Mady has a key. We very rarely use them.

Quite honestly, I can't imagine a dominant wife not keeping her husband locked up pretty much all the time. For sexual pleasure a girl has vibes, her sweet little maid's tongue and, of course, elliot's remarkably proficient tongue. From time to time I like to have a few strokes from his always hard little cock and it is very easy to unlock him before I take my pleasure and then lock him back up. elliot knows he will be giving me strokes when he sees the bucket of ice water I have Mady put beside my bed. I enjoy the feeling of his little cock all hard and urgent in me but it has been months since I let him actually come in me. No, when I am getting close I have him climb down off the bed and put his hard little cock and his now nicely stretched balls with their stainless steel stretching rings into the ice water to shrink his erection while I am coming. Then it is back in his cage. It is terribly frustrating but it keeps his attention focused where it should be, on my pleasure and his obedience.

I have to admit I was a bit sceptical about the ball stretching weights. Quite honestly I didn't care whether his testicles hung low or high. But I am now a complete convert. Ball stretchers, which you can get from Amazon believe it or not, come in various sizes. I started elliot out with a single, 4.5 ounce, 10mm x 30mm ring. Again, I thought I would have him wear it for a few days. But it turns out that I love the look and, perhaps most importantly, the stretcher works incredibly well with his cock cage. With the stretcher on there is simply no way the cage will come off without my key.

Of course, being more than a little mischievous, I decided that if he could accept 4.5 ounces, another ring of the same weight could not hurt and Mady tightened the hex screw on elliot's second ring at the beginning of August. As a little celebration, I let elliot, once the ring was in place, service Mady. (That's what she like to call it when elliot is allowed to penetrate her. Because of all the training - both shoulder riding and dog cart pulling, she tells me she like to think of elliot as a stallion put out to stud. When I pointed out that this would put her in the position of a "mare" being covered, she smiled and said, "Or a very naughty girl." Mady has a delightfully dirty mind.)

Then, a few weeks ago, I bought a new 20mm x 30mm 9.7 ounce ring. The wonderful thing about these ball stretching rings is that they stack perfectly. Having over a pound of weight on his balls is a bit uncomfortable for elliot just now. He will get used to it but, for the moment, I only have him wear all his rings for church and when we have guests. Between his cock cage and his rings he has quite a package under his nice wool trousers. And, in case you are wondering, his scrotum has indeed stretched.

Christmas is a wonderful time to introduce a man to chastity. A nice cock cage under the "adult" tree is a great way for a dominant wife to make sure her husband know just where he stands going into the New Year. And, with or without a chastity cage, a man who has a gentle but noticeable pressure on his balls will remember exactly who has her ring where it really counts. Quite honestly, I don't know why I didn't put elliot into chastity and stretch his balls long ago.

As I said to Mady, "Men really do prefer doing what they are told, being disciplined and never being allowed to initiate intimacy. It frees up their brain to do their jobs, make money and love the woman who owns them." Mady, of course, agrees. We didn't ask elliot.

If you are thinking of taking control of your marriage or asking your wife to put you in your place, you may want to read a few of our books or buy a cock cage or ball stretching weights:

You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.

You can order ball stretcher for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recommend starting with a fairly light stretcher. Make sure you measure the ball sack circumference. You want the stretcher to fit snugly just above the testicles. Order here.

Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Mady's Favourite Book
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband
Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Monday, 4 July 2016

A New Book

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We have been busy and, I'm afraid, still are.

I have just put out a new book called Modern Mistress: Leading the Luxury Life You Deserve. Like my earlier books on escorting there will, I suspect, be some question as to how a dominant wife could come to write about mistresses in the old fashioned sense of that term.

The answer is very much that I see a few years as a kept woman as an extremely empowering, worthwhile experience for a girl in her twenties. The fact is that is takes experience to learn how best to, on the one hand, be the sole object of a man's desire, and on the other to be in charge.

Every successful mistress is, at root, in charge of her patron. Right from the point where she negotiates her allowance and makes it clear that gifts, on top of her basic allowance are a given, she is controlling him. And she is learning the great secret which dominant wives have always known: even the most alpha man, the captain of industry, the innovator, the entrepreneur wants and needs a degree of feminine control.

Becoming a mistress when a girl is young allows her to maximize the advantages of youth while learning the skills which will ensure her marriage is both very happy and very much at her command.

If you listen to happy husbands they almost always defer to their wives. Of course only a very few couples take the next step and put the wife in her proper place at the head of the household. And even fewer will accept the need for a husband to be chaste and subject to corporal punishment. This is because very few wives have had the essential experience of being a mistress.

As I said to Mady when I gave her the promotion to companion, "Now is the time for you to really learn. Before you are married. Before you have the responsibilities of a wife. Because now you can enjoy elliot as he is best enjoyed. Submissive, obedient, chaste and great good fun."

Enjoy the book.

Friday, 27 May 2016

On Responsibility

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A few days ago my maid Mady and I discussed her vows and she said something rather interesting but also disturbing,

"Yes ma'am. I know that. But I wondered if you might consider a more permanent oath. I have so enjoyed this past year. All of it. And I think you are probably right about how the world has gone wrong in so many ways. I was just hoping that you might consider a different, more permanent promise. Then you could pick my husband and have me bred. Or you could have elliot breed me if you would prefer." said Mady blushing.

"Really Mady? You would like me to pick your husband for you?"

"Yes ma'am. When you are ready to have me bred." said Mady. (a conversation with my maid)
I was struck with her language "When you are ready to have me bred."

I looked around on the internet and discovered, frankly to my dismay, that there is a whole genre of "breeding" porn. Who knew? I flipped through a bit of it and, while it is not at all my thing, I could see how it might appeal to a young woman not entirely sure of what she wanted for herself. However, to turn the decision over to me and, what's more, to suggest that I might want elliot to "bred" her was more than a little worrying. Before making any decisions I thought I would have a chat with Mady who I rang for.

"Yes ma'am," she said with her now entirely natural curtsy as she entered the room.

"I have been thinking about your request the other day. Quite seriously I might add. As you know, elliot and I are very fond of you and I want to make the best decision I can for all of us." I said.

"Yes ma'am, that was what I was hoping for." said Mady looking rather demure in her sheer top with her nipples hardening in her quarter cup bra. It was not the chill, it was, I think, the excitement of her own complete submission.

"We quite understand your desire to obey and be directed. And you are certainly a wonderful maid and a dear companion. Plus you keep elliot wonderfully interested which is a huge bonus for us all. But what is all this about "being bred". You are not a horse or a dog, girl, You are an intelligent, pretty young woman who, if I have anything to do with it, will marry from this house and be in charge of her own."

"Thank you ma'am. that's what I wanted to. But I also thought that you would understand if I gave you my complete submission which meant allowing you to bred me if that is what you think is best." Mady said obviously having thought about it.

"Well, Mady in a few years I may introduce you to a man you are to marry. But, like most things which women do, you will have to decide if he is what you are looking for. As for breeding: you are going to have to chose whether or not you have children and with whom. But, again, not for a few years." I said this gently knowing that Mady would be disappointed.

"Yes, ma'am...But I thought." said Mady her lower lip quivering.

"That's just it Mady, you thought. You are not a horse or a dog or a slave. You are a thinking young woman who is writing a book, learning to be a wonderful and valuable servant, and, most importantly, learning to lead."

"May I speak frankly ma'am?" she asked.

"Of course Mady."

"I asked you to consider accepting a more fundamental vow from me. I am not quite sure what it would be but something which I would acknowledge without a time limit. Where I would become more than your maid and more like a possession." Mady said this as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I feel so safe, so loved, here. I realized I need that and I need to know it will last."

"I understand Mady. But, honestly, it is a big "ask". I have never liked the idea of "slaves" whether in the context of "play" or in any sort of real life situation. But I have thought about it and I've done more than a little research. It is a difficult sort of a question because what it seems to me you are looking for at one point was very common. It was the basis of your first vows.

You are now, for a limited period of time, my bondswoman. It is an old usage and not likely to be enforced in a court of law; but you are my indentured servant."

"Yes, ma'am. I understand that." said Mady.

"To go beyond this gets us into very, if you will excuse the expression, feudal territory. I am having elliot research it now. The problem is that we do not live in a feudal world. Which is why I have postponed your renewal of vows. We'll come up with something which will let you make your submission and become a permanent...and there is the problem Mady. A permanent what? In any case, you may go. But I want no more talk of your being bred. When the time comes I am quite certain that the man you decide to marry will be absolutely delighted to cover you when you are on heat assuming you let him out of his cage."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." said Mady as she curtsied and left the room.

Feudalism, matriarchy, mistress and servant: it all seems a rather long way from the moment I decided to take charge of my marriage. But it also seems to make a lot of sense. Mady has found a terrific peace and contentment in her service to me. She understands her duties and her position and, perhaps most importantly, for the first time in her life has a degree of steady, consistent, discipline. Plus, and it is no small thing, she also has a good deal of authority to deal with elliot in her own right.

In many ways Mady is like a stray kitten who has found a home. Wonderfully content but a bit worried she might somehow lose that home. I need to reassure her.  

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

A Locked Man is a Happy Man

The weather has cooled down again and I have changed my mind about letting elliot out of his chastity cage. Much as I enjoyed my "ride" the other day, the fact of the matter is that elliot's little cock out of its cage is far too distracting for elliot.

As I have remarked to Mady my maid, men are very simple creatures. Creatures of impulse. While I am quite certain that elliot would never ejaculate without my permission, I noticed him touching himself several times when he was out of his cage and thought I was not looking. Plus, because it has been several weeks since he was last allowed to come, he kept having unwanted erections. Even when Mady was exercising him, his little cock would be hard as a rock.

The best thing about his chasitity cage is it desensitizes his cock. Not only does it physically prevent his unwanted (at least by me) erections, it also also isolates his little penis from the stimulations men find so distracting. That, in turn, means that elliot is more productive at work and far more attentive to my needs.

Being in his cage also makes him a much more obedient and considerate lover. Yesterday afternoon, after he had been locked up, I took him upstairs for a few minutes of oral pleasure after lunch. He knows I never want his cock in the afternoon but, that message is made all the more clear when he is in his cage. I have to admit I thoroughly enjoy being able to lie back on my bed, slip off my panties and have a lovely man expertly lick and suck my pussy until I send him to his corner while I finish. Over the years I have become quite private about my own orgasms. I don't mind if he hears my sighs give way to moans; but I don't want him watching. And, of course, unless I unlock him before he starts, he knows his only focus is to be my pleasure. Which he is very, very good at. All the more so because he knows that my pleasure is his most basic duty as my submissive husband.

Philosophically, I am inclined to think the world would be a much better place if men had their desires completely curbed and controlled by the women they love. There is no reason a man needs to come more than a few times a year. In fact, honestly, really well-controlled male sexuality is a hugely creative force. Since elliot has been caged he has been much more productive and has managed to keep me more than sexually satisfied. Plus, of course, he has been required to service Mady. Of course he is a bit crazed with sexual frustration; but that means he works harder and is much more obedient and docile.

I may yet let him out of his little cock cage in the heat of the summer. After all, I want him disciplined not uncomfortable; but, then again, I may not. What I may do is swap his current soft silicon cage for a metal chastity cage to match his ball stretcher. I suspect that would be cooler, if a little more obvious in swimming trunks.

So much to think about. But at least elliot's little cock is out of the way.

Monday, 16 May 2016

A Conversation with my Maid

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Well, I must say that it was delightful to have elliot a few days ago. I tease him about his little cock but, honestly, once in a while it is just the right size for my pleasure. And he was such a good boy with his nightie up over his hips and his ball stretcher gleaming as I took him.

When Mady was bathing me afterwards I could tell she was very, very excited.

"So he really cannot ejaculate unless his nipples are pinched?" Mady asked as she soaped my back.

"Oh, I am sure he could if he really tried. But he knows he would be severely punished if he did. You've been in our little punishment cupboard. Would you do something which had you in there for, say, a few hours?"

"No ma'am. I would rather be caned." said Mady quite sincerely.

"Well, elliot knows that if he ejaculates without the permission his nipples being pinched gives him he'll be caned hard and put in the closet for at least twelve hours. So he doesn't. Ever." I stood up and Mady began to dry me with a wonderfully fluffy towel.

"Do you think you will ever let him ejaculate in you?"

"Probably not Mady. But I have changed my mind before. The point about being in charge of your marriage is it is entirely your decision. As I have told you, there is only one sexuality in our marriage: mine. I do what I want, elliot does what he is told."

"Yes ma'am." said Mady holding my night dress for me to slip into.

"Most men, even alphas like elliot, need a very firm hand if they are going to be productive and happy. They need to focus on their work. Unfortunately, most wives entirely fail to train and temper their husbands. They don't now how or they are worried that their husband will not accept his place. But, as you have seen, it is not terrifically difficult to train a man if you are willing to be firm from the outset. Honestly, I started late."

"Yes ma'am. I know that if I get married I will start well before the wedding day. Will you let me get married?"

"I hadn't thought of that Mady. You are pledged to us for one more year and then you are entirely released from your oaths. So, marriage? That will be up to you." I said pulling on my wrap.

"Yes ma'am. I know that. But I wondered if you might consider a more permanent oath. I have so enjoyed this past year. All of it. And I think you are probably right about how the world has gone wrong in so many ways. I was just hoping that you might consider a different, more permanent promise. Then you could pick my husband and have me bred. Or you could have elliot breed me if you would prefer." said Mady blushing.

"Really Mady? You would like me to pick your husband for you?"

"Yes ma'am. When you are ready to have me bred." said Mady.

"And when would you think that should be?" I asked, curious at this lovely girl's complete submission.  

"Well, whenever you decided of course ma'am. But if you asked me I would say in a couple of years. Right now I am still learning and I am very much enjoying being your maid and working on my writing. I have one more thing I want to write and that will, I expect, take about three years. Then I'll be ready."

"Let me think about all this Mady." I said. "I will give you your answer when you renew your vows which will be very soon."

"Thank you ma'am." said Mady dropping a deep curtsy. "I am sure you will make the right decision for me."

It is, frankly, an interesting dilemma. I have no doubt that Mady is completely sincere and would be delighted to become my...what? Slave? No. I don't want slaves. Other women might but it is not something I am interested in. But if not that then what? I walked back to the bedroom where elliot still stood, erect, in his corner. I had Mady lock him in a nice longline girdle. Wouldn't want him to think he was going to come.

And so to bed. Mady had given me a lot to think about.

Saturday, 7 May 2016

A Man in Full

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As elliot relates at his blog, I decided as it was a hot weekend, to release his dear little cock from its cage for the weekend. Maybe longer. His ball stretcher remains in place, but he can now have unrestricted erections for at least the weekend. Which is not to say he will be allowed to ejaculate. He was allowed to a couple of weeks ago and that is plenty.

Men are so wonderfully obsessed about their cocks. When elliot is locked up, which is most of the time, he tells me he can feel nothing through his silicone cage. Now that he is unlocked he was telling me over cocktails that even the light stimulation of his panties is keeping him hard or semi-erect most of the time.

My theory is that little boys, from puberty until their mid-twenties, are in a state of sexual excitement pretty much full time. This abates as they get a bit older. The effect of a cock cage is to eliminate the little acts of disobedient masturbation men seem to be incapable of living without. So different from women who are wonderfully cyclical and come on heat with predictable regularity.

As it happens, this is the weekend where I like to take my pleasures. elliot is well trained and is more than capable of giving me just what I want with his tongue; but I am in the mood to have strokes as well. And, frankly, there is nothing more fun than getting elliot good and hard - which licking me does without fail - and then having him mount me knowing that he has to give me a set number of strokes and then be sent to his corner while I finish privately.

I wonder if I should have Mady watch how a well-trained husband is to be used? I'll have to think about that. Although the thought seems to be deliciously exciting.

You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Mady's Favourite Book
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband
Effortless Female Superiority in a Loving Marriage
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Thursday, 5 May 2016


I suspect there is a joke which goes, "How does a dominant wife dress? Any way she wants." Which might be true in isolation but very few marriages, especially ours, exist in isolation. We have a position in our community and, in fact, my position as the head of our household, all require a certain formality. Plus, I love clothes. I've been collecting for years.

I also prefer elliot to dress nicely. Years ago, when he was building his business, he was allowed to wear the power suits and the golf casual wear his contemporaries wore and he still has a couple of rather boxy jackets and quite nice trousers for those occasions when he needs to project a more masculine image. (Of course A Man In His Position will almost certainly be locked in his cock cage and wearing a good firm girdle under his trousers - can't let things get out of hand.)

However, over the years, I have dressed elliot in an increasingly androgynous way around the house and out and about. Nothing terribly overt unless he is due for a bit of humiliation. For example, I let him wear camisoles and panties as regular day underclothing; I think a man wearing lingerie is very much reminded of his place. Especially if his lingerie is laid out for him by the maid and, because elliot is required to exercise more or less nude under Mady's supervision (or under Mady herself if truth be told) he can count on a little dose of humiliation as our serving girl sees him in his pretty underthings.

While I have no compunction about putting elliot in skirts regularly, I actually prefer him in nicely fitted, back zip ladies trousers. Especially now that Mady's exercise program has really begun to show results in his derriere. Before she started him on some dreadful number of squats a day, he had a typically male, somewhat flat, butt which required a good girdle if it was to have any shape at all. Now, oh la la, his gluteus is maximus and is really enhanced by a well fitted pair of light weight wool or, as spring comes, cotton slacks. His tummy has disappeared so, unless he is being punished, I allow him to dispense with a girdle except, of course, when we go to Church as any well trained housewife wears a girdle to Church to avoid unsightly jiggle.

Tops: well, in the winter time I like elliot in a nice cashmere or light wool sweater. If I have him in a bra, and his man boobs have needed one when he has run a bit to fat, he has lovely lady, well teen girl really, breasts. And all of his camisoles have support built in so, year round he has a few curves when most men just sort of sag. In the summer, a pretty cotton blouse, often sleeveless, and often with pretty patterns, complete his outfit.

Shoes were a problem. I don't particularily like men in heels. A bit too drag queeny. But there are so many nice casual shoes with just a little heel, no more than an inch, which keep him on his toes and remind him to walk attractively. I don't want him to mince, but I also hate the big clomping strides men like elliot take unless they are reminded not to.

I keep his hair quite long so, if I decide to have a few days en femme, Mady can style it. But most of the time I have it swept up and back off his face. He has lovely soft skin because I make him take care of it with moisturizers and a weekly facial. Unlike the boy in the picture, elliot is required to shave, closely, twice a day.Very minimal make-up most days: just a sun screen foundation with a hint of colour to keep his skin tones even and a little clear lip gloss with a hint of colour to show he is wearing it and reapplying when necessary. At home he has his own small bag with lip gloss, foundation and the mascara I like him to wear for cocktails and in the evenings. He has eyelashes to die for so why not take advantage. Mady does his nails and, again, we use a very clear nail polish with just a hint of pink. He has one silver bracelet he wears on his right wrist at all times. He has several more which I sometimes have Mady put out for him in the morning. I don't make him wear earings during the day and only sometimes will he find a set of pretty clip-ons for cocktail hour.

Dressing elliot my objective is to soften and feminize without actually having my husband in drag. I will put him in much more feminine clothing if it suits me, but day to day I want him to be able to, albeit self-consciously, answer our front door without shocking the neighbours. Yes, I know, the maid answers the door...but with Mady in a sheer top and quarter cup bras, the neighbours would really be shocked.

For Church elliot is allowed to wear flats and a pair of ladies trousers with a fly and a looser sweater. So long as he remembers to walk a half pace behind me I don't need to show off to the Church ladies and, as I say, we have a certain position in the community to maintain.

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Summer Dress

Summer is around the corner and, as is my custom, I like to go top to bottom in our house. The winter weight duvets are put in the lovely, cool, basement airing cupboards. Summer weight curtains replace the insulating drapes we put up at the end of October. I even switch out the daily wear dishes for more floral, springy patterns.

Mady has been a huge help. She joined us last year and now knows where everything is. And, as elliot is prone to remark, in her shorter daytime skirts and hose, looks lovely atop a ladder putting up curtains. Her waist training is going well and in the evenings elliot laces her down to what she tells me is a comfortable 20 and a half inches. She has been laced to 18 and 1/2 but that really is just showing off. She looks lovely with her waist that tiny but it makes anything more serious than pouring wine and handing around hor d'oeuvres pretty much out of the question. I like my maid to work and work hard when she is on duty and while I insist she corsets, I don't insist on a Lady of Leisure waist. "Plenty of time for that when you are married and have a husband and maid of your own."

In the summer time I release elliot from his cock cage  for a few months. When he is allowed to have Mady in celebration of her year in service, I suspect I will leave his delightful little cock unbound. Not so his scrotum. In fact, that will be the occasion on which the second ball stretcher will be added to the first. It will double the weight pressing down on his testicles at all times. The first stretcher has certainly stretched his sack with no deleterious effects. And prolonged chastity and a daily dose of Viagra has ensured that his testicles themselves are lovely and full. Not huge but a reasonable size for a man in his position.

I turned my mind to Mady's summer uniform. She's a pretty girl with a nice body. Pleasingly rounded but not terribly large breasts and nice, light pink, nipples. She has a pert bottom and keeps her pubic hair neatly trimmed and her pussy itself well waxed.

I called her to my sitting room and suggested that she summon elliot as well. When they were both there I had her, after she had made her curtsy, stand in front of me.

"Strip to you corsets Mady." I said expecting and receiving instant compliance. Mady has turned out to have a strong and very willing submissive side. She has told me that, if she has one complaint about her service it is that I am not strict enough.

She quickly took off her black skirt and sheer blouse. Then her lacy quarter cup bra and her smoky grey hose.

"Panties too, ma'am."

"Of course Mady. elliot won't be seeing anything he does not regularly taste will he?"

"No ma'am." she replied and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her cotton panties and pulled them off. I could tell she was nicely aroused by her obedience which is just how I like it. I had my lovely dog heeling stick to hand and I touched the tip to her nipples which erected them quicker than a cool breeze. She stood, one hand covering her sex and the other behind her back. Still wonderfully modest which I appreciated. I touch the hand covering her sex.

"Proper presentation Mady."

Over the year she had been with us I had trained Mady to be, if the occasion warranted, a properly submissive girl. While I think Mady is, in fact, a natural dominant, every girl should know the basics of submission. Proper presentation while standing means hands behind your back and legs slightly apart. Mady adjusted her position.

"Much better, Mady. But I should not have had to tell you. Turn."

The heeling stick is a bit cruel even from a sitting position. Mady turned and was quickly corrected with six welts across her now quivering bottom. She didn't wimper or move from her position as I punished her. I was soon done.

I took the dog stick and ran it up her left thigh.

"A little further apart Mady."

She obeyed and exposed her pretty slit to the dog stick's tip. I began a gentle wrist rocking motion with the tip of the stick pressing up against her clit and catching on her little pink hood. From the corner of my eye I could see that, even in his cage, elliot was getting aroused.

"So, Mady, I have been thinking about your summer uniform."

"Yes ma'am."

"I am thinking a simple quarter cupped summer weight set of corsets for lingerie. No panties as they are so hot. Off duty you can wear some pretty cotton panties to keep elliot interested in his corner. For day I have decided on white cotton tunics and shirts. I am afraid they will be quite short but, if you are careful, quite modest. Sheer. If you are serving guests, you'll have a little skirt and a second tunic which will, to a degree, hide your nipples."

"That sounds lovely ma'am. So cool."

"I thought so." I said, "After five you'll switch to a black cotton corset and black sheer blouse with a longer, black or grey linen skirt. No hose and, of course, no panties."

"Yes, ma'am, thank you."

"Do you like my little dog stick?"

"Yes, ma'am. Where it is now, ma'am."

"Excellent. But enough fun for now. Have elliot service you later. You have work to do."

It is difficult to curtsy with a dog stick tickling your clit but Mady managed, picked up her clothing and retired.

"Enjoy yourself dear?" I asked elliot.

"Oh yes Hannah." he replied, "You just love teasing us don't you?"

"I must confess elliot, I do. I want you eager when it's time to take Mady."

"I don't think you need to worry too much about that." said elliot. "In this case doing what I am told is going to be delightful."

"Well I hope it is elliot. Because you are going to be giving her strokes on my direction pretty much all summer. I'd like Mady to stay with us for some time and, well, she's a young girl and talented as your tongue is, and tiny as your cock, the fact is she needs to be taken regularly. Call it summer fun for her. Not that you will be coming; but I want her to, a lot."

"Yes darling. I'll do my best." said elliot with a smile.

"Oh, I know you will."

Saturday, 23 April 2016

Maid for a Year

Mady brought me my morning tea in bed as I require. elliot was standing in his morning corner, hands behind his back, cock locked in his cage and his ball stretcher keeping its firm but gentle pressure on his scrotum (what a funny word.)

I don't require Mady to be in uniform in the mornings. Or, more accurately, I want her dressed appropriately for whatever her morning work assignment happens to be. Most days she really has only a bit of light dusting and tidying and so can wear something sheer and pretty. I enjoy Mady's pert little breasts displayed so well in her required quarter cup bra under a thin cotton or linen top. This winter I bought her a couple of very sheer cashmere sweaters which, delightfully, had the effect of keeping her nipples in an almost constant state of erection. Something about the weave.

Mady has lovely, long legs but, in the mornings, I prefer her to wear quite sheer, longish, peasant skirts so elliot only catches glimpses. But the skirts allow my sweet maid to show off her pretty curtsy and the full panties I have her wear. As I know elliot will, soon enough, be standing in his corner in Mady's quarters, I like her to wear panties which have light control and a lovely pure cotton gusset. Mady is a wonderfully moist girl and a morning's light house work ensures elliot will be in for a treat when he goes to her quarters to be exercised or to dress her for service.

"Mady" I said as I sipped my tea, "You realize that you have been with us for a year."

"Yes ma'am. I hope my service has been satisfactory." she said standing by my bedside.

"Very satisfactory Mady." I said. I reached up and, through her blouse, began to play with her nipple. "Have you enjoyed your service?"

"Very much so ma'am. You have been so kind and, at the same time, firm." said Mady very subtly pushing her nipple a little closer. I began to flick it into erection. I could see Mady tensing knowing that when her little pink nipple was hard it would be pinched, hard, between the nails of my thumb and middle finger.

"And you Mady," I said beginning to pinch her hard little pink raisin, "Seem to have fit right into our household."

"Thank you ma'am."

I increased the pressure on her nipple.

"I think it might be time to renew your vows Mady. Now that you know exactly what is expected of you." I said. "I know elliot would love the opportunity to have all three of your holes again. And I certainly would enjoy watching you make you submission."

"Oh yes ma'am. It has been so long since you had me penetrated."

"It has Mady. So I think you should exercise elliot a little lightly the next couple of days and we'll up his dose of Viagra. Have him lick you to completion a couple of times between now and the weekend so your hormones are flowing and we'll renew your submission in the next few days."

"Yes ma'am." Mady panted out enduring the now substantial pressure on her nipple. "Thank you ma'am."

"Excellent Mady." I said releasing her swollen nipple. "Look at that silly man. Just listening to us is making him hard in his cage. I wonder if I will let him come in you. I'll have to think about that. Now on with your day girl."

Mady dropped a very low curtsy and left my bedroom. elliot remained in his corner.

"So do you want to squirt up Mady's pretty little backdoor you silly man?" I asked with a laugh. Of course he did. That was the delight of Mady, she was a constant tease and provocation for my wonderful husband. "Go take a cold shower. Five minutes should quell your erection and let you get to work."

As always, elliot did what he was told.

Sunday, 10 April 2016

From Mistress to Head of Household

I am busily writing away on my mistress book - and, by the way, in my view every young girl should take a year or two as an older man's mistress.

[Regardless of whether she is determined to be a wife or have a business career or, like Mady, enter service, a couple of years after college being "kept" will teach a girl a great deal about the world, men, luxury, negotiation and the pleasures of the bedroom. While escorting at the higher end is always an alternative for an elegant women (and I have written a delightfully long book about the ins and outs of escorting as well, Avails: Escorting for the Elegant Woman), becoming a mistress provides many of the benefits of escorting with none of the potential downsides.]

As I write I have been reflecting on how my own life has shifted through the pleasures of being kept in my twenties to wifehood in my thirties and now head of my own household. I very much doubt I could enjoy my position as much without having first learned how to tease, seduce and pleasure a man in my years as a mistress to three rather different men.

The critical thing I realized back in my twenties is that I could not possibly be with any man who I did not deeply admire and respect. And yes, I know that as I write this the man I love has his cock in a cage I have the key to, is wearing a scrotum stretcher whose weight I will increase this month, and is being exercised by our maid who he is required to obey and to pleasure at her command. Which all seems contradictory until you realize that I fell in love with elliot precisely because - though I didn't know it at the time - he has the strength of character to accept his essentially submissive nature.

Two of the men who kept me in my twenties were very nice, quite wealthy gentlemen who, from all exterior appearances were alpha males. They ran their companies, they had busy lives, they were quite dominant in the bedroom and in public. A mistress, unlike an escort, gets to know her patron very, very well. As I grew to knew these two men I realized that, in fact, they were highly successful fakes. Sure, they had the appearance of leadership but, in fact, were essentially worried that somehow they were going to be "found out". Which meant that they never really relaxed, never were comfortable in their skins. Their lives were, essentially, performances.

The third and last man was very much the real thing. Oddly, of the three, he was the least conventionally successful. He could afford to keep me but he actually noticed the few thousand a month keeping a mistress requires. He was not conventionally dominant, a bit the opposite actually. He was the first man I ever caned for example. But what was striking was that none of what he did, what he wanted or who he was involved any performance at all.

A good mistress relationship can last for years but two or three is more typical. Men like variety. (Mady does serve many purposes doesn't she.) My last relationship with this wonderful man lasted a little over two and we are still, distantly, in touch. What he taught me was the incredible value of being exactly who you are and doing what you want to do rather than what other people might expect you to do.

When I was considering marriage I was looking for a man who, while younger, would have the same integrity my final patron had. I met elliot and, I have to admit, I really put him through the wringer. I am an old fashioned girl. I knew I would only marry once. Get it wrong and I would have to live with the consequences.

I didn't get it wrong. We did spend a few years trying to live a marriage which was contrary to both our natures - elliot is very capable of disciplining a young girl or a young wife but it is not his natural role. We sorted it out.

elliot is at his most effective when taken firmly in hand. He is my husband but in name only. His position is much more wifely in the old sense of that term. He does what he is told. He is sexually compliant and rarely allowed to enjoy his own pleasure. He is subject to very strict discipline and is whipped for disobedience, talking back, or even taking a disrespectful tone. Most of all, in our marriage, he is the junior, subservient partner.

I am the Head of our Household and elliot obeys me without demur. Because that is who he is. Of course I remind him of his place from time to time but it is actually unnecessary; elliot is at his most alpha accepting his corrections and pleasuring me without any expectation of reward.

Now he really is the man that I love.

Friday, 8 April 2016

Wonderfully Busy

As elliot points out on his blog we have been blissfully busy. I am in the midst of writing a couple of books - one on Mistress Style (in the old sense of mistress as a woman kept by a wealthy man) and another which will be a bit of a surprise. elliot has a lot of work as well as his regular exercise under - in the most literal sense - Mady's strict supervision.

One nice dominant wife wrote to ask how the ball stretcher I imposed on elliot has been working out. I can report two things...First, his little sack has certainly stretched. So much so that Mady and I are getting him a second, longer and heavier ring for his birthday which is coming up. This is a longer and heavier ring and will take the weight on his testicles from 4.3 ounces to a full nine ounces. I plan to have him wear it for several months and then add back his current stretcher when his sack is long enough to accommodate both. Second, unlike the cock cage, the stretcher causes a constant pressure. Not pain apparently, just a degree of sensation. I like that.

We'll both try to write more regularly as we finish up our projects. Spring is in the air and watching Mady exercise elliot naked except for his panties is a delightful distraction. The little minx has taken to removing her panties when she has him piggy back her around the property so my darling elliot can feel her moist, open pussy on the back of his neck. I can see his little cock straining inside his panties and his cage. Just as it should be.

Thursday, 28 January 2016

Remote Control

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I have been having a little fun with a couple of men on Facebook. Each has decided to experiment with male chastity and obedience albeit at a distance.

My own evolution as a dominant woman began back when elliot and I were first moving into our own female led marriage. I am not at all sure that I am a natural dominant - it turns out that my maid Mady is much closer to that temperament - but over the past years I have reached the conclusion that while I may not be a natural dominant, most men, given the chance, are remarkably submissive.

Now I wanted to try out that theory. Where to find such men? We live in a Facebook world so....

I put a very simple post up on a Facebook group promising bratty young ladies for submissive men. I am certainly not in the least bit bratty nor am I terribly young but I put up this ad:

Who wants to be locked up?

You can see it here.

I was not sure what to expect and I received around 20 responses.

My general theory was that if I was going to enforce chastity at a distance I wanted to deal with men who genuinely wanted the experience, were somewhat articulate and were willing to send me gifts of tribute for the privilege. Of the twenty or so responses three have met my criteria. I have not set any particular dollar amount for gifts or tribute: I actually want to see what my bois think the experience is worth.

So far the men I have been training have had their own cock cages which is useful. Obviously they have to lock themselves in but, realistically, unless I have Mady do that, elliot always has to place the cock cage on himself. I click the lock closed and that is the extent of my involvement. One of my online trainees was a bit sceptical that I could manage to control his keys at a distance. A coffee can, water and a freezer cured him of that.

My regular readers know that I am a great proponent of the mindfulness spending time naked in a corner gives a man and my online bois are enjoying plenty of mindfulness training. I am also convinced that a submissive male needs incentives. Each of my online trainees will, if they are very good, eventually have a pair of my panties to enjoy in their corner.

Punishment? A couple of minutes of total cock and ball immersion in ice water is an excellent corrective.

However, as I expected, what my online bois really enjoy is the opportunity to serve a demanding, but amusing, woman in a way they have only dreamed of. A few months online training and, I suspect, they will be ready to accept the superiority of a real life dominant wife or girlfriend. In a sense, like many men, they are ready right now but they have to understand and accept their own need for submission before they will have the courage to find the woman they want and need.

Saturday, 16 January 2016


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If you decide to lock your husband in a cock cage as I have done you need to remember that his humiliation will be all the more complete and his obedience more ingrained if you remind him of his position.

As elliot relates at his blog, this morning I was in the mood for a little penetrative pleasure before I enjoyed myself. If there is one thing I can count on it is that first thing in the morning elliot's small, but perfectly adequate, cock will be ready. More than ready really.

It was delightful to unlock him, watch his cock spring to attention and have him lie with his hands behind his back while I enjoyed the delightful feeling of having a cock in me. elliot knows that he is allowed to rise to meet my thrusts but he is not allowed to thrust on his own. We call these strokes and I like to give them to him ten at a time. I left his ball stretcher on as I like the look of the stainless steel cuff. He's been locked up for a few days so, not wanting him to come, I gave him twenty strokes and sent him to his corner with my moist panties while I finished what I had started. Bliss.

All the more so because, unless I pinch his nipples, elliot knows he is not allowed to come. As I played with myself I could see his rather firm butt cheeks clenching as his little cock tried for relief. He knows he is not allowed to touch himself so there was no chance he'd come.

In fact, when I rang for Mady to lock him back in his cage his erection had subsided.

As Mady led him to his cold shower I motioned him over to my side of the bed and gave him a very deep kiss.

"Later." was all I said.

Friday, 15 January 2016

More Advice for Young Wives

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I was looking for something to watch on Netflix the other night and came across "The Duke of Burgundy" a rather quirky tale of lesbian dominance and submission. Well, elliot was downstairs working and Mady had gone to bed so...why not.

While the film was more than a little slow and not in the least explicit, it raised a basic and I think important element of the whole dominance and submission world. The slightly older woman who was, in theory, dominant spent most of the movie catering to her "submissive's" desires. To the point where she was reading an index card with a script on it. Even her submissive lover's safe word was used to "direct the action" as it were.

My own sense is that there are many more submissives - male and female - in the world than there are natural dominants. Those submissives, and elliot is a good example, tend to like some things and dislike others. elliot, for example, prefers the cane to the bathbrush, long term chastity to forced orgasm, being sent to bed in a nightie rather than being made to sleep on the floor; so the question is what a dominant wife is to do with her supposedly submissive husband's desires.

When a girl is just starting a female led marriage she will, naturally, be inclined to pay attention to her husband's preferences. Especially if she herself is not particularly experienced. Her new husband may have a fairly elaborate submissive fantasy and it is tempting to go with that at least at the outset. It is much the same in pure vanilla marriages where a wife will have meat and potatoes sex with her new husband regularly but save blow jobs for date night and refuse anal sex either altogether or reserve it for extra special occasions. (And notice that even in a vanilla marriage it is the wife who decides about sex. This tends to emerge over a few months after the ceremony when even the mousiest wife will begin to take control of when what and where marital sex occurs. There is a lesson there.)

Part of the problem with The Duke of Burgundy is that it assumes a static relationship between the characters. The script does not change. The "maid" forgets a pair of panties to be washed and must be punished. She is taken to the bathroom, the older woman who has been drinking prodigious quantities of water, closes the door and tells the "maid" to lie down and open her mouth. Sexy once; but as a daily routine? Hardly. And, of course, the "maid" eventually gets a bit bored getting exactly what she wants and suggests some form of confinement as an additional punishment.

The actual problem here is that the older woman has never really been brave enough to risk understanding what her lover/maid really wants. Possibly because, at root, the older woman is not willing to take on the responsibility of actually loving a submissive girl as she needs and craves to be loved. The distance created by the scripts lets the older woman play a part sufficient to gain her access to the love the younger women might give her.

At a guess, and despite the film's ending, neither of the couple will be satisfied and the already crippled relationship will collapse. And the reason, which a young wife should heed, is that the submissive maid is entirely sincere in her need but the dominant old woman is simply playing along as a means to her own ends and she is not even doing that very well.

To be a successful, dominant, wife a woman has to elegantly accept how the male psyche (and submissive female psyche) is constructed. While there are some men who don't have a submissive bone in their bodies, most do. Whether you begin your marriage as a female led relationship or come to the dominant position over time, you need to go much deeper than a script if your dominance is to be anything more than a Saturday night bit of fun (and nothing wrong with that.)

The "maid" in The Duke of Burgundy wants to obey and be punished when she does not. Rather than stick to the script, the older woman could easily have taken the essence of the script - be given orders, obey, be punished for disobedience - and elaborated.

The dance of dominance in a marriage begins when the wife begins to regulate her husband's sexuality. A process which women almost universally understand from girlhood. As I said above, sex, particularly mildly variant sex, is used as a reward from the earliest days of many marriages. So, in a sense, many ostensibly vanilla marriages have a significant element of female control built right in. For a woman to extend her control over the sexual life of a couple into other elements of a marriage makes sense as a husband learns that things go rather better for him if he does what he is told.

Now, while most women have sexual control in their marriages, women who lead their marriages are a small minority simply because most men are very closed about their more submissive tendencies. Part of being a dominant wife is giving your husband lots of room to be submissive without having his sense of self compromised. Talking to him about his fantasies, taking it as given that he will do as he is told, imposing punishments when he misbehaves: all of this creates a sustainable dynamic.

Female led marriages (and relationships but an elegant woman usually requires marriage) come in many forms; but in every form both the dominant wife and her husband get what they really want from the marriage rather than play-acting their way through it. Start as you mean to finish is good advice at any time, it is particularly good when a young wife is taking charge of her marriage.

Friday, 8 January 2016

Surprise Emission

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Men being the funny creatures they are they can be humiliated very easily while they have fun.

I had elliot ejaculate in front of our lovely maid Mady. He had been in his cage for rather a long time, I don't actually remember how long, and when I told him I would let him out to fill his cup he was delighted.

I have to admit I can be entirely clinical about the ejaculatory habits of men. There is really nothing so very complex and most men have been playing with themselves since they were young teenagers. If a man has not come for a while and you tell him to make a splash he'll get his business done in no time. Which was the point I wanted to make to Mady.

elliot, of course, is nipple trained. I am not saying he can't ejaculate without having his nipples pinched, but it takes much longer. So I pinched his nipples, he stroked his little cock, made his mess, drank it, licked the cup and was back in his cock cage all of 9o seconds after I unlocked him.

As I explained to Mady before I put on this little demonstration, it is important that a submissive man never be allowed to come without supervision and without a degree of humiliation. Setting up the situation, taking a very matter of fact approach, pinching the nipple hard, making sure to make a little fun of his little cock, belittling him a bit as he reaches climax - it is the little things which make a forced ejaculation a wonderfully pleasurable but completely humbling experience. Having Mady there to watch just added a little frisson to elliot's enjoyable subjugation.

I am very much enjoying teach Mady a few of the things I have learned in my own journey to female dominance. It is always going to be up to her as to whether, when she is ready, she will want a submissive husband; but she will certainly know how to command if she does.

elliot was ever so grateful for his surprise humbling. Quite wonderful really.

You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband 
Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
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Thursday, 7 January 2016


elliot is chatting about his complete acceptance of my dominance and his submission over at his blog today. I am pretty sure what he means to say is that he has entirely surrendered to my authority. Unconditionally.

His cock cage and now ball spreader and the girdle he doesn't even remember he is wearing are all tokens of this surrender. But they are just tokens. I hold the keys to rather more than his silly little cock.

A much more basic indication of his capitulation is his daily morning date with my panties in his corner. I don't tell him to go, he gets out of bed, brushes his teeth, picks up my pretty panties and stands naked in his corner until I tell him he can come out. It has become a part of him.

In a long-term female led relationship a well trained husband goes from trying to compromise or trim or negotiate with his wife to accepting her commands, demands and decisions to genuinely craving her authority. elliot is never happier than when I tell him I want my boots polished or my back rubbed. I think he might be a little resentful that Mady now rinses out my lingerie; but she tells me she has him do hers so it all balances.

Obeying me without question or hesitation fills a need in elliot. And, as that need has been filled he has become more attentive, productive and wonderfully loving. He is, delightfully, a surrendered husband and I take very good care of him.

You can order a cock cage for your husband or yourself at Amazon. I recomend starting with a relatively inexpensive silicone cage for fit and obedience training. Order here.
Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband 
Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Disrupting the Male Cycle - Enforced Chastity

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Women understand and accept their cycles and the physical, sexual and emotional changes which many women experience during the course of a lunar month. What is less understood or accepted is the possibility that men have a similar cycle. The science on this is inconclusive. But there are strong suggestions that there is a daily, monthly and even seasonal fluctuation in the main male hormone, testosterone.

My own observation of elliot over the years strongly suggests a daily cycle with the standard early morning surge and a dramatic tailing off by about four in the afternoon. Sexually this means if I want a delicious, rough, ride I uncage the tiger before breakfast and if I want my own pleasure after lunch or, even better, after dinner is ideal.

I have never seen much seasonal variation in elliot. He is friskier and less alert in summer but I am not sure that isn't just the heat.

The question of a monthly cycle is interesting because, before I began to led our marriage and for some years after there was a distinct cycle which I could measure against my own. Once we had been together for a few years I found that elliot was at peak "irritability" (one possible measure of testosterone levels) right as I was ovulating. Do men "synch" up with the women they love? I have no idea but the whole issue of my husband having "monthly peak irritability" was one of the reasons I took charge of our marriage and elliot's discipline and training.

I wanted to channel that "irritability" into increased work performance and more useful attention to me and our marriage. Now, along with that irritability there was no question that at that time of the month elliot's sexual urges peaked as well. In fact I had to whip him several times for either coming without permission or simply pestering me for sex too often.

Now, as it happens, my own sexual interest peaks when I ovulate so it was no bad thing for elliot to be interested; but that interest needed to be controlled. A man in his position does not demand sex or even ask for it, he is given the privilege of seeing to his wife's sexual needs which may, from time to time, involve his sexual participation. But usually not.

While a good stiff whipping will certainly keep even the most amorous husband in his place it is not really a good long term solution. Especially when a dominant wife wants her obedient husband to be full of testosterone so he can thrive in the business world and bring her the rewards of his success.

It is early days yet because elliot has only been in his cock cage full time for a few months but I am beginning to see an unanticipated benefit to strictly limiting a man's orgasms and even erections: his cycle is disrupted. And in a quite interesting way. Rather than shaving the peaks of his testosterone production, caging elliot and keeping him chaste but on sexual edge seems to have "filled the valleys".

No, that does not mean my sweet elliot is irritable all the time; instead it means that he is really very horny indeed all the time. He is much more attentive to me but, and this is important, he is much more focused on his work in the hopes of pleasing me. Elliot realizes that his only chance of sexual relief is when I am very much in the mood and, truth to tell, my mood is, as often as not, a product of how pampered and secure I feel.

Yes, I suspect we are all just cave men and women at heart. But a full larder and a few vintage handbags are a powerful aphrodisiac as they have been through history. A really well trained submissive husband knows he will only be released from his cage when the Lady of the House wants him so he does all he can to create the right mood.

Not, of course, that elliot has any choice in the matter. I want him chaste, I have him in a chastity cage and I have the keys. He has agreed to submit to my authority and, if he is foolish enough to object or, worse, beg to be let out he knows I will whip him hard and often until he remembers his obedience.

Controlling your husband's hormone cycle is just one more way a dominant wife is able to enjoy her life while enhancing her husband's. I strongly recommend it.

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Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband 
Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
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Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Portrait of a Marriage

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I was watching a documentary last night about the marvelous Iris Apfel. While her style is not my style I enjoyed the sheer performance of the woman.

I also could not help but notice the position her beloved husband of 67 years had occupied in her life. She was a force of nature. Carl was, apparently, entirely content to follow in her wake. He photographed her, helped her run her business, arranged their hotels and homes.

Said Iris of Carl "I figured he was cool, and he was cuddly, and he cooked Chinese". Carl lived to be 100.

Understanding the dynamics of female led relationships can sometimes confuse people. There is an assumption that the male must be a bit dweeby to accept the primacy of his wife. In fact, an elegant, stylish woman wants an elegant, stylish man who, if she is the dominant partner, accepts his position willingly and gratefully.

I can keep elliot's little cock in its cage, have him wear panty girdles and a nighty to bed each night but I want him to be a man I can show off when I choose. I see no contradiction. That I keep him chaste most of the time does not diminish his sexual allure and the fact I whip him does not break his wonderful, male, spirit. When he reads in Church only I know that his cock is caged and that he has a teddy on under his sweater. He gives his submission to me and, unless I decide I want to reveal it, it is our private life.

On occassion I will humiliate elliot in public or humble him in private; but, what I love about elliot is that he accepts his humiliations and punishments without losing his personality. He is better behaved but never broken.

Just as I want him.

Books you might like:
The Art of the Maid
Dominant Woman 
Feminine Superiority in Art
Obedient Husband 
Female Led Marriage for Loving Couples
See all our books at my Amazon Author Page here Remember Amazon Prime Customers and Books Unlimited Customers can down load all my books FREE