Keeping it real

More images of female domination that aim to expose the harsh - sometimes even bleak - reality that underlies our harsh - sometimes even bleak - fantasy world.

Subs are all about rules.  It's good of dommes to indulge us. I don't know what I'd do with myself without my chastity regime, for example.

Fake lesbian crap?  On this blog? Surely not.

We would not.

...and I suppose it would be exciting to imagine that she'd be sitting on him, too.  But her fantasy is probably more along the lines of her sitting somewhere else entirely - a nice cafe, for instance - properly dressed.

Obviously.

Sorry about this

Sometimes I do things like this.  It's a compulsion.  It's best just to ignore me.

When I was a lad I fantasised
Of being by a lady with a cane chastised.
I visited a domme and I paid my dues,
And I polished up the leather on her high heeled shoes.
(He polished up the leather on her high heeled shoes.)
I polished up that leather so carefully
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.

(He polished up that leather so carefully that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)

Ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum

In our next encounter, I played the role

Of a schoolboy, under very strict control,

With my tie askew and my homework late

I wrote five hundred times that I deserved my fate.

(He wrote five hundred times that he deserved his fate.)
I copied all those lines so obediently,
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.

(He copied all those lines so obediently that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)

I turned up each month with my tribute in hand

In a plain paper envelope like contraband

And soon found myself, though not first - by far

Appointed to her stable as a regu-lar

(Appointed to her stable as a regu-lar.)
I was spanked and pegged so reg-u-larlee

That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.

(He was spanked and pegged so reg-u-larlee that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)

In visiting my Mistress for my monthly task
For a sign of her favour I began to ask
And my joy knew no bounds when, before her throne

I received a leather collar naming me her own
(He received a leather collar naming him her own.)
That collar was my passage to slavery,
So now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B

(That collar was his passage to slavery so now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)

Quite soon in my journey as a collared slave

I was fitted with a tube so I don’t misbehave

And I soon experienced a sharp decrease

In the frequency with which I could achieve release.

(The frequency with which he could achieve release.)

I spent so much time in chastity

That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.

(He spent so much time in chastity, that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B).

I retired from my job, free at last from stress

And I bought myself an apron and a frilly dress

For my plans for retirement had been long laid

To attempt domestic service as a sissy maid!

(To attempt domestic service as a sissy maid)

I teetered on my heels so precariously

That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.

(He teetered on his heels so precariously, that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B).

So....

If you dream of a lifetime spent in unpaid work,
With the cane awaiting when you dare to shirk

If your heart leaps high at the thought of a mop

And a life down scrubbing on your knees, non-stop.

(And a life down scrubbing on your knees, non-stop.)
Spend all of your money on your session fee
And you all may be sissy maids to Mistress B.

(Spend all of your money on a session fee and you all may be sissy maids to Mistress B!)

Pictures are from the rather lovely cleversissy.tumblr.com, who surely is.

Shattered ever after

“My other daughter, Cinderella”, the merchant gabbled, bowing low to the Prince and his party. A haughty young blonde strode into the room, sat down in the armchair and crossed her booted legs.  She stared with contempt at her father and step-sisters, huddled together against the back wall.  

"Well?" she demanded.  "Get on with your chores" and she watched them scurry from the room, stammering their apologies.

The Prince sank to his knees before her.  “May I?” he murmured, reaching out with a trembling hand.  She nodded curtly and the Prince slowly unzipped her boot with his right hand, cradling the heel in his left. A moist, warm miasma emerged as the loosened boot was gently lifted free.

“Sorry about the smell.  Been on my feet all day”, Cinderella explained.

“It’s, erm… it’s no problem at all.” gasped the Prince.   “You know, Lord Chamberlain, I think we don’t even need to try the slipper.  This is obviously the right pair of… pair of feet.” and he moved closer, his face hovering just above the damp, stockinged foot. 

“Oh yes.  Yes: these are the feet.”

“Are you sure, your Majesty?” the Chamberlain replied.  “They look a little on the large side to -”

“Well then the slipper must have shrunk!” snapped the prince, not taking his eyes from the foot he held so gently.

“Shrunk, Sire?” the Chamberlain replied, one eyebrow raised.  “The glass slipper?”

The Prince turned on him in fury.  “How dare you question your Prince!  Arrest this man!  I shall decide what to do with him later.”

“Perhaps a few years in the salt mines?” Cinderella suggested. “With hard labour? I’ve heard that can be quite effective.”

The Prince looked up into her blue eyes in shock.  “That’s quite a harsh, erm... well, for a man in his age and condition… I think…” he tailed off, noting a distinct pout coming over the lovely features above him.

“Quite right, my dear, of course.” he continued.  “As you wish.”

Her restored smile seemed to light up the room.  “And we won’t be needing that silly thing” she added, indicating the glass slipper with an elegant finger.  The finger pointed towards a spot on the floor, where the Prince placed it. 

Stand back", she instructed.  And down came Cinderella’s other, still-booted, foot shattering the slipper into ten thousand iridescent shards.

"Oh dear" she smiled.  "So now I suppose whoever's foot fits into that gets to be Queen?", and the Prince raised the boot he was holding in shaking hands towards her gracefully-pointed toes.

And it was a perfect fit.