Tuesday 26 November 2013

An amazing youtube clip

The sight of leather clad, strutting "dominatrix's" on the internet does get rather tiresome to me. Its mostly badly acted, awkward rubbish. There is a real shortage of real people expressing real emotions of love and connection in this arena.

That is why I find this person delightful and interesting.

Hope that you like it.

Wednesday 4 September 2013

Housework.

Well, its been a while. The summer is incredibly busy for us, our business needed a whole lot of attention, we had family from overseas visiting us for weeks on end, the kids are off school etc etc.

Sometimes it is hard to keep the momentum. Which is why the chastity device is so incredibly useful. Several times through the summer break Paul had begged me to be allowed out. I do love begging. It makes me hot. 

Paul came to me and said, could we please talk about the CB. It was giving him problems with irritation of the skin and soreness. I am a reasonable woman and said of course we can talk about it. When ever we do discuss this sort of thing though, I always like to sit on our sofa and have Paul strip and kneel in front of me. I make sure my feet are nice and bare and cross my legs so that my extended foot is in and around his face. I feel this is the right position for us to discuss our dynamic. While he makes his case I play with his face with my toes.

On this occasion, Paul asked if he could be released for a few days because the skin where the main ring goes was sore, and with the long drives and hot weather it was extremely uncomfortable for him, especially in the car.  We have to make some long journeys for business in the summer and it was this that was causing him the discomfort.

I listened carefully to him. I said to him that I did not think he was that desperate to be released. He repeated that he was desperate. I said that if he were desperate then he would be begging, and that he should beg to show his sincerity and also to please me as I liked seeing him begging at my feet.  I said that I would think about it while he begged.

So he dutifully took my foot in his hand, covered it in kisses while mumbling please Miss may I be released, please (kiss kiss) please. I told him how lovely it was, stroked his head a bit and let him beg and grovel for a few minutes.

Then I took a handful of his hair in my hand and twisted his face up and brought my face close to his. I said that I had thought about it, and the answer was.....no. No he may not be released. He could have 20 minutes with it off in a supervised shower to make sure he and the device was clean and to apply some healing creme and then it goes back on.

While he was there, on his knees at my feet, I thought this was the ideal moment to tell him that from now on, all of the housework and laundry was something that he should be taking care of. He already does all the yardwork and gardening and of course I set him chores around the house. But we have shared the day to day housework and the laundry and ironing. From now on though, he was to do it all. I was not going to designate any chores anymore, because he was going to do it all. Of course I can still tell him things I want doing especially.

You see being a slave is not all bells and whistles. Its a lot of ironing, mopping, hoovering and loading and unloading of washing machines. Just because you are good at kissing feet and arse does not make you a good submissive. 

I told him that any reluctance or complaints would be met with swift and harsh punishment that he would absolutely not enjoy. Not like the erotic spankings I give him several times a week. (When we don't have visitors or kids around that is!)

Whats the point of having a slave if you are doing the work yourself?






Thursday 16 May 2013

Tickling his balls



Paul has been kept in his chastity device for several days, and one night now. What I really like about these chastity devices is the ring around his balls pushes them out from his body and makes them looked full, tight and squeezed!

I have always preferred men who were not very hairy and so Paul has to shave his cock and balls completely clean, this just adds to the look of them popping out in front of him. And after only a week of chastity, teasing and denial they really do turn a shade of blue! Especially when I do things to deliberately make his cock try to get hard. Then he really does have blue balls. Its fun to see.

I particularly like this because instead of having a big scene, this type of fun can be done anytime when we are both working form home and the kids are away at school. I will call to him and, if I am feeling particularly wicked I will tell him to go and fetch our ultra realistic dildo. 

Some things Paul loves, like footworship, for instance and being my little maid. But the realistic dildo he hates. I, however, love thinking about him sucking cock so I will have him bring it from our stash of toys upstairs, bring it down to me where I am sitting at the computer and stand by my side. Then I will have him open up and pop the huge rubber cock in his mouth and put his hands on his head. I like to see that the cock is as far in his mouth as it will go. Preferably the balls of the rubber cock should be on his face but its so huge they just wobble about in front of his face.

Then I will undo his belt and push his trousers and panties down to his ankles, exposing his locked up cock and tight bluish balls. I tell him that he is to be still, keep his hands on his head, he must not move and he must be quiet. 

Then while I am working at my desk on the computer, I stop every once in a while and drag my fingernails up and down his upper thighs and over his bursting balls. I tickle them super lightly, gently stroking his balls with my fingertips and fingernails and revel in watching him shudder and struggle not to move. When I get a muffled moan from him I say wicked things to him like, if you don't keep quiet I will add another week to your chastity, or I will just say to him, keep still. 

His cock looks so funny as it desperately tries to get hard. The skin of it squishes through the bars and goes a deep dark shade of red and his balls go blue. 

I like this type of scene because it seems to have a massive impact on him, and all I have to do is just run a few fingers lightly over his caged balls.

I might keep him like this for 10 or 15 minutes or I may have him there for an hour. In the end the cock makes him drool! His own cock starts to drool too,  and a steady stream of pre-cum make a mess on the floor in front of him. That's easily fixed though, we just remove the rubber cock from his mouth and have him kneel down and lick it up.

When I'm all done with him, I will send him off to clean the kitchen or get back to his chores, safe in the knowledge that he can't play with his cock.

Tickling can be a very effective tool indeed.

Remember that you can hear my voice reading out stories about our fun times as a female led household on my website here.






Monday 13 May 2013

Strong subs

The idea that submissive men are wimps is completely wrong in my opinion. Of course there are wimpy subs out there, but they are not the ones who attract me. Besides most of the submissive men I have personally met have been very strong in one way or another. Usually they are successful in what they have chosen to do for a career and often they work hard to keep themselves in shape, as does my own subby hubby Paul.

This is a picture of Paul.

He is not especially heavily muscled, yet he is lean and keeps his body fat to a healthy low level, as we all should.

He is the ideal shape, for me. In my opinion there are too many people out there who let themselves go. If you want to attract a dominant (or any other) woman into your life, getting yourself in shape is going to help. 

Unless you find a big beer gut attractive, regular high intensity exercise is the way to go along with a sensible diet that has lots of fish, not too many carbs and plenty of fruit and vegetables. Paul and I stick to this and we are both in great shape because of it. There's no fad with us, we call it the "No crap" diet and we eat like this 95% of the time and 5% we cut loose and eat whatever we like.

Submissive men need to stand out from the crowd if they are going to attract the type of women they want. One easy way to do this is to look in the best state of health, with a nice flat tummy and strong shoulders.

Lazy men turn me off, completely.





Sunday 5 May 2013

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Yes, these are my feet and yes, this is one of Paul's chastity devices. Sometimes I would have him on the floor, hands handcuffed behind his back and worship my feet while I held his device there. I would think of it and a kind of behavioural conditioning technique. He is a total foot slut and loves worshiping my feet and having the CB there for him while he is engaging in this activity makes a nice link in his mind between the two things.After doing this with him for just a while he will associate chastity, something he generally hates in practice, to foot-worship which is something that he craves.



By the way, please do add me to your blog roll. I like the idea that femdom relationships are becoming more popular and growing in numbers. The more people who add my blog to their roll, the more the word will spread. Your help is essential.

We are considering hiring Goddess Cleo again. We had such an awesome time with her last time that we booked another session with her for November, but I think we will be having a session with her before then.

I have been insisting that Paul wears his chastity cage all day every day after a little break from it recently. It is causing him some difficulty but I absolutely believe and know that it is absolutely essential to keep him wearing it. It helps keeps his behaviour so nice and docile, submissive and obedient. I'm going to have to start making him get used to wearing it through the night too. I will do that gradually, one night at a time.

Our lives are not one long constant fetish session. Having to wear a chastity device though is a nice constant reminder for Paul and I find the idea of having him locked up like this very empowering indeed.

He also gives such lovely long foot massage and worship sessions when he has been locked, teased and denied for a week or so. I can notice the passion and eagerness to please in his demeanor!


My book is coming on nicely, but it is labour intensive. I will keep you up to date on how that is going.

For you men out there, how many of you are in chastity?


Friday 3 May 2013

Outing Paul

Something we both enjoy is when I "out" Paul. Tonight we had some friends come to our house for dinner. Like us, they are self employed business people who run a shop near where we live that sells Burlesque outfits and paraphernalia. 

They are unshockable and cater to people with alternative taste and even though this is the first time we have asked them over for dinner, I delighted in telling them about our wonderful time with Goddess Cleo and how the femdom dynamic fits into our regular life. The wife of the couple, lets call her Gail for discretion's sake, found the conversation fascinating and told us about men who have come to her shop and asked her for a cross dressing service privately. She said that she had charge one of them £50 for three hours to cross dress and clean her house and do gardening while she bossed them about. I was saying that my Paul would be delighted to pop over, as long as Gail was super strict with him!  We were all in stitches. I guess its an English thing. That and the fact that the alcohol had been flowing freely.

It was a warm night and Gail had her shoes off and I noticed Paul doing his best not to stare at her feet. He is such a foot slut!

By the way, just to let you know that my book is coming on nicely. Would you like a snippet? A juicy one from the "How to do chastity, tease and denial " section? I have spent a long time writing my book and I want it to be sexy, hot, informative and helpful to other couples. Let me know if you would like a sneak peak.

Zoe xx







Monday 29 April 2013

Writing my book.

Today I have started writing my book. it is my take on all things femdom, how Paul and I relate in this way together, the things we enjoy and the struggles and the fun we have had incorporating it into our daily lives.

Your feedback is going to help shape this book, so please, dear reader, let me know what you would like to see written. I have a lot of ideas that I would like to share and this is your opportunity to let me know if there's something you would enjoy reading.

Paul is here, naked at my feet and kissing my toes as I write! 


Sunday 28 April 2013

Domestic servant

Yesterday was fun. We had some friends coming over today and so to make sure our house was presentable, I had Paul engaged in a major cleaning session, dressed of course in his beautiful maids outfit. I had drawn up a list for him, to clean the bathroom completely, mop the floor and hoover the whole downstairs. There was a couple of hours work for him there.

I told him to strip, put on his beautiful outfit and kneel down and kiss my toes while I read out the items on the list. I asked him if he understood what he was being told to do and he mumbled that yes mistress, he did. I had him stand up, laughed at the ridiculousness of his outfit and then immediately told him how cute he looked. A quick fondle of his caged balls (obviously I would not leave him unattended without his chastity cage on) and a few hard slaps on his ass and he was off scrubbing the bathroom while I went to the gym.

Now this is my idea of femdom!


Friday 26 April 2013

I need your feedback please.

I am thinking of writing a book.

It could be a book of short stories, similar or including some of the writings that you have seen on this blog.

It could be a "how to" guide for femdom couples.

If I were to write a book, what would you like to see, and how much would you be comfortable paying for it?

All feedback is very welcome!


Femdom marriage ceremony

We have been married a long time, coming up to 13 years. I would have loved to have had femdom elements in our ceremony. On our wedding night I did give Paul a hard spanking and had him worship my feet as well as my realistic strap on, but I would have loved to have some femdom elements at the ceremony itself. Its something I would love to see.

For instance, how about instead of the bride being "given away" by someone, why not the groom? Wouldn't it be great to have the groom given away by a trusted female friend! And in the vows, I would like to hear the traditional values of "honoring and obeying" uttered by the groom only.

Of course under his special wedding suit he could be wearing all kinds of things, from just a simple chastity device to having full frilly underwear.

And wouldn't it be lovely at the moment where the person conducting the ceremony (obviously this would be a woman!) says that you may now kiss the bride, that the bride lifts up her wedding dress just enough to expose her pretty painted toes, and as a sign of true love, adoration and devotion, the groom kneels down and kisses each lovely toe in turn in front of the whole congregation.

Perhaps we will have to arrange a renewal of vows......


Thursday 25 April 2013

Poppy gets fucked....

After Poppy's nipple torture and humiliating dancing session we had him once again clear the table and get some snacks. We had run out of wine and so we said to Poppy to go to the shop and buy a couple of bottles of nice wine for us. 

We decided that it would be fun, but far too horrifying for the general public to see him dressed as he was, but at the same time he should keep his clothes, including his collar on. So we had him put a pair of sport trousers on and a New York hoody on over his lovely frock. The collar was visible but you couldn't that he was wearing a sailors dress underneath, although if you looked closely you would have seen his skirts bunching up under his clothes.

When he returned we had him strip off again and pour us more drinks and get some dips for us. 

We had him once again at our feet while we decided what to do with him next.

Goddess and I whispered together and then had him crawl to the other side of the room where our leather footstool was. We had him bend over this, with his ass in the air. Goddess once again pulled his panties down to his ankles, just to maximise the humiliation for him and raised up his skirt. For the next ten minutes or so, we gave him his second hard bare hand spanking, with one of us on each cheek. Again we both stopped to tickle his exposed skin every once in a while and he was wriggling so much he nearly fell off the footstool. Especially when we scratched his bare feet with our fingernails. Goddess also had two electric toothbrushes which we had fun with, poking him with them and dragging them up and down his most sensitive areas. He was leaking extensively by this point...

Once his ass was nicely red again, Goddess Cleo got out her cane.

She started to apply the cane quite gently at first. Even at this fairly light level Paul was starting to squirm and when she upped the intensity you could see he was struggling to take it. She then gave him a few proper hard whacks with the cane, enough to leave clear marks on his bare ass. She said that she wanted to leave at least a few marks as a souvenir for him. She was exactly right because days later he was still looking in the mirror, with pride and fond memories, at the cane marks on his ass.   

After the beating Goddess used a scarf to blindfold him, and got out her strap-on. it was a fairly small strap on because she knew that he had not experienced anything like this before. she put on some gloves, got some lube, lubed up his red exposed ass and started to finger his man-hole. Poppy squirmed!

She then put a condom on over her dildo and proceeded to fuck Poppy for the next few minutes, slapping his ass and saying to him how much he loved it, and calling him a bitch.

She fucked him very hard, and stopped to ask him how he felt. again, Poppy was in such deep sub-space that the mumblings that came out of his mouth were completely unintelligible. His semi hard cock told the whole story though. He loved it.

After Goddess had finished fucking Poppy in the ass, we had him lay at our feet and she used his face as a foot rest while I played with his cock with my feet.

In all it was a terrific evening. We both enjoyed the experience of having Goddess Cleo stay with us for the day and evening so much that we booked another session for November within the next few days. We are trying to work out how we can hire her services before then for a day!

That's pretty much the whole story of our evening!

Please visit my website, if you would like to hear my voice there are some home made phone lines with recordings on them.

XX





Tuesday 23 April 2013

More pain for Poppy

So Paul, now renamed Poppy, had had a fairly easy time of things, in my opinion so far. He had enjoyed lots of foot worship which I know he loves, had a hard spanking which he had also clearly enjoyed and really the only thing that wasn't going his way was being dressed up in silly shame clothing and forced to dance. He hates cross dressing and has told me it does nothing for him. Although I'm not sure what woman would actually wear what he was wearing, which is why it was more shame clothing than actual cross dressing. I thought he looked quite cute!

So I asked Goddess Cleo if we could up Poppy's pain levels and she was very happy to get out the Japanese clover clamps. He had Poppy shuffle forward on his knees and applied one clamp to his right nipple while I applied the one on the left.

Poppy gritted his teeth and sucked in some air and his head went back. It was just for a moment though, then he seemed reasonably comfortable with them. Until Goddess grabbed hold of the chain and dragged him to the floor with it, forcing his head to her feet. That made him cry out in pain. But it was nothing compared to what was to come.

We left the clamps on for about 20 minutes while Poppy once again ran errands for us, clearing the table and pouring wine and giving us foot massages while we chatted. Then it was time to take the clamps off.

Goddess Cleo carefully removed the right one, then the left. Having them removed was clearly a painful experience. Paul is not really what you would call a pain slut as such and I knew that this was way beyond the pain levels that he was used to or comfortable with. Then Goddess had him kneeling, facing her and she started to squeeze his now swollen right nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Poppy absolutely howled! Then she told him to keep still and had him look her in the eye. She extended her forefinger and jabbed it hard, right into his chest, directly on the swollen nipple.  

Poppy threw his head back and absolutely howled. It was obviously complete agony for him! But Goddess was having none of it and made him hold the position and keep still. she asked him if he were ready to have similar treatment to the other nipple. He nodded and she squeezed the other nipple hard but did not jab it like the first one. Again, Poppy was clearly in a huge amount of pain.

This all happened last Wednesday, its Tuesday today and Paul says that his nipples are still sore!

His demeanor was far less cocky after this. I think he realised the true vulnerability of his position. since the event Paul has said that it was probably about the most painful experience he had had in a situation like this, but he still enjoyed it and loves that fact that he is still sore nearly a week later. Its the birthday gift that just keeps giving!

I still have more to share with you about our experience with Goddess Cleo, where we took Poppy new a new level of humiliation, pain and submission that he had previously never visited, so I shall write more tomorrow.

Since our session with Goddess, our own femdom life has re-ignited in a wonderful way. We are a real couple, we have a business to look after and a young child. We have been together a long time and although we both love this dynamic, the reality is that we can't live it 24/7. Sometimes we are too busy and sometimes we are just exhausted and this side of our life has to get put aside so that we can get on with running the business, working and parenting. but since her visit we have had femdom activities nearly every day. For instance, "Poppy" is my new private pet name for Paul! And there has been lots of teasing and denial and foot worship happening in our house over the last week which is wonderful.

So thank you Goddess Cleo, you are a wonderful woman!

More tomorrow. Your comments, however short are very welcome!

Monday 22 April 2013

Slap and tickle Goddess style

So to continue with our session with Goddess Cleo. We both enjoyed some foot massage and worship from Paul, or "Poppy" as Goddess Cleo had now renamed him, a name more fitting for his special outfit.

As we were having him run to the kitchen and back to fetch us things and keep our glasses filled, his cock popped out from the front of his outfit. Goddess was not going to allow that at all so she produced a length or rope from her bad and deftly tied it around Poppy's balls. The rope then went around his man-clit, tied tightly around the swollen head. The end of the rope was led up through his lovely dress and attached to the collar around his neck, stopping his clit from flopping around. Again we were in fits of giggles and Poppy just had to stand there and take it, red faced.

Then Goddess tied Poppy's hands behind him with some beautiful rope work as in the previous post. Again we had him worship our bare feet, and being bound like this it made it much harder for him to maneuver around. Consequently he was literally falling about all over the place with his face buried in the carpet at our feet struggling to kiss them.

I suggested that poppy was having far too nice a time of things, and it would be good to give him some pain. So we released his arms and had him on all fours by us at the sofa. We put some rhythmic music on and used the beat to slap  his exposed ass cheeks. Goddess made sure his panties were pulled down around his ankles and his skirt was up for this. Goddess took care of one cheek while I slapped the other.

I suppose that we were slapping his ass at about a rate of two medium hard slaps per second, gradually building up the intensity for about ten or fifteen minutes. Every few minutes Goddess would stop and we would drag our fingernails over his now red ass, very lightly. This made him squirm as we tickled his exposed and hyper sensitive skin. When he wriggled and squirmed Goddess told him to keep still and stop moving. He was moaning by now and she grabbed his hair to lift his head up so I could see his face.

His eyes were glazed over in a way that I had never seen before. If I didn't know better, I would have said he was on drugs. He was clearly in a different place psychologically and Goddess was pleased that she was able to have this effect on him. 

We continued to beat his ass, getting harder and harder as we went and stopping regularly to tickle him. I was surprised to see that the tickling seemed to be harder to take that the by now quite harsh spanking he was getting. When he started moaning Goddess asked him what the noise was about, what he was feeling. He mumbled, his words tumbling out like a confused drunken person, that the tickling was incredibly hard to take and that being slapped was easier to process. we both laughed and carried on spanking and tickling him.

After a while we stopped and allowed him to worship our feet some more. We sent him back and forth to the kitchen to fetch some more snacks and had him wait on us, filling our drinks etc. The music was playing and Goddess then said wouldn't it be fun to have Poppy dance for us. So we told him to stand in front of us and dance to the music and entertain us. He looked mortified and super awkward as he started to gyrate. His "dancing" if you could call it that was typical of a guy at a bad disco. 

Goddess got up and showed him how to move like a women, to shake his chest and move up and down with his legs bent. He did try, as embarrassed as he was to emulate Goddess's dance moves but it was truly pathetic. Even so I thought that he still looked too bold as he stood there, and asked her how he seemed to have a defiant demeanor even though there he was, naked except for a frilly maids outfit, with his cock tied to a rope around his neck trying to dance like a girl in front of both of us with bright red ass cheeks. Goddess pointed out that he was maintaining eye contact and ordered him to keep his eyes on the floor. This did the trick nicely. He didn't look bold anymore. Every last ounce of his dignity had been stripped away. And judging by the roped up erection bobbing through his skirt, he was loving every minute of it.

I shall write more later. In the mean time, as always please visit my website.

  

 

Saturday 20 April 2013

Rope work

Here's a lovely photo of Paul from our session with Goddess Cleo. I have lots to write about but unfortunately I have run out of time today. Lots more to come....

Friday 19 April 2013

Goddess Cleo comes to stay.

The session with Goddess Cleo went exceptionally well. You may remember that as a special birthday treat I had contacted her and asked her if she would come over to our place for an extended humiliation session with Paul and I.

Goddess arrived at about 1:30 and we picked her up at the station and Paul drove while we sat in the back of the car and chatted. We chose a large and discrete restaurant that was not too busy so that we could chat easily and freely without people overhearing us.

Before Goddess arrived I had taken Paul to a local burlesque shop owned by a very open minded local business woman. I asked her is she had a maids outfit in a large size, suitable for someone, well, of Paul's size for example. She laughed and said that unfortunately she did not have a maids outfit, and the releif on Paul's face was noticable. She did however, have a girly sailors outfit complete with bonnett which looked almost exactly the same and it was only £15! huge humiliation for superb value and the item was mine!

So I was delighted to tell Goddess about Paul's frilly maids/sailor girls outfit and we both were in fits of giggles, with Paul's red cheeks lighting up the restaurant.

Goddess told Paul that the watchword of the day was respect, and that it was ok for him to have fun but he must keep a respectful demeanor toward us both at all times. To be fair to him, he is a pretty respectful kind of guy anyway.

We then went back to our house and showed Goddess around. She liked our house and we had Paul make us some coffee in our large kitchen. 

Goddess told Paul to strip and we opened up his outfit for the day. Paul has never asked me to cross dress him and its not something he really enjoys, and he did look utterly ridiculous! Especially with the bonnet! we were in fits of laughter!

We went through to our living area with Paul bringing our coffee and some nibbles for the table. We had him kneel on the floor while Goddess placed a lovely collar around his neck attached to a long chain lead. 

She extended leg toward him and told him to remove her socks. Paul did so immediately. He is a total foot slut! Once her bare feet were in his hands she said "Well, you know what to do" and he puckered up like the good sissy foot slut that he is and started kissing her bare feet and toes.

Goddess then told him that he should kiss my feet too, and there he was for the next 20 minutes or so, going back and forth on his hands and knees, naked except for his frilly maid/sailor girl costume, kissing our bare feet. It was easy to see how much he loved this as his man clit was making a tent of the front of his frock!

I shall write more of the torments and humiliations that we put him through together, later.

In the mean time I highly recommend Goddess Cleo, she is completely amazing!

Monday 25 March 2013

Male chastity. When full time means full time.

 

Following on from our meeting with Goddess Cleo, I have been discussing with Paul the subject of his chastity.  Goddess Cleo wondered why he was allowed to be free of his device at night, when he was home with me.

It got me thinking that perhaps I was being way to easy on Paul. I know how he craves strict treatment from me and enforced rules. On the other hand, he has had some issues with getting a rash from prolonged use of the CB and getting a disturbed nights sleep when he has worn it. If he wakes in the night it can wake me also.

What is your take on this? Should a sub hubby be made to wear it 24/7, no exceptions, or just during waking hours.

Let me know what you think please.


Friday 22 March 2013

Goddess Cleo



Yesterday was a fun day. I think I mentioned before that its Paul's birthday coming up soon and I had thought of a wonderful treat for him to celebrate. I had been in contact with a beautiful professional dominatrix who goes by the name of Goddess CleoI had been in email contact with her because I wanted to book a session with the both of us giving Paul a thoroughly hard time. Having him grovel at the feet of two gorgeous dominant women was a thought which was great for both of us.

Goddess Cleo and I emailed back and forth and then yesterday we went to meet her at her apartment in London.

As you can see from the photo, she is a very striking looking woman, beautiful, tall and slim. She greeted us at the door and immediately gave me a hug. Goddess is Australian and has that lovely down to earth, Aussie way of making you feel completely at ease.

We stayed at her apartment for about an hour, the three of us, and Goddess Cleo asked Paul about the kind of things that he likes. This alone had him squirming as he had to confess to the both of us how he'd like to get to kiss our bare feet, serve us and be our slave. Goddess asked him lots of questions, things like do you like being tied up, being fucked in the ass, being humiliated and all that good femdom stuff.

I told Goddess that although I like to have Paul suck on my ultra realistic strap on, up until now I had not raped his ass. Its something I had thought about but not tried out yet. Goddess Cleo suggested that this is such a great thing to do as it reduces your man to "bitch" status and is psychologically a very powerful activity. Very empowering for the woman, she said and humiliating on the deepest level, uncomfortable to say the least and embarrassing for him. Very hard to act all "macho" when you you have it in your mind that your wife fucks you in the ass when she feels like it.

We also discussed how he could wait on us, pour our wine, massage our feet, how perhaps we would dress him up and have him do some domestic stuff like clean the toilet while we plotted wicked things to do.

We also agreed, Cleo and I, that having him naked and tied spread eagle to the bed and tormenting him, making him beg, tickling him while having him blindfold with headphones on might be fun.

Paul's eyes were glazed over, he was blushing and squirming during most of this conversation. it was great fun to see. after we left I asked Paul if he enjoyed our meeting, he said it was totally awesome. He is a very happy bunny, yet filled with both excitement and dread looking forward to our session with Goddess Cleo.

I must say Goddess Cleo looked horrified when I told her that Paul gets released from his chastity cage at night. I think she considers it to be essential to keep your submissive in full time chastity and that means 24/7. I shall have to think about this.

We have booked our session with her for late April. We are both extremely excited about this, its really something to look forward to.

If you are looking for a session with a professional dominatrix then Goddess Cleo is the perfect choice. she is also House Mistress at lots of well known fetish clubs in London such as Club Pedestal and hosts her own evenings too. You can check out her website here.

Sunday 17 March 2013

Been away...

Hello all....

We ahave been away and I was unable to post. We are back now and Im delighted to see that my little blog has had a lot of people looking at it! This is great because unless I get comments and feedback, it kind of feels like I'm talking to myself here.

Anyway, do spread the word about this small part of the web, and please visit my website when you get a moment.

Paul has been in chastity, of course as usual and its coming up to three weeks since his last release. He has had some issues with chafing but unfortunately for him, the chastity device is non-negotiable. It stay on, pretty much no matter what. I like it, a lot. I allow him to remove it at night, so I think he is very lucky really. There's plenty of wives out there who make their husbands or boyfriends keep it on 24/7 according to what you read on other peoples websites. Whats your take? We would both love to hear from you regarding this.

Anyway, do leave your comments

Zoe x

Friday 1 March 2013

I love having my arse kissed. Actually I like it massaged by my husband, with him using his face. I love the feel of it, his hot breath on my cheeks. And I love the symbolism of it. He is an arse kisser and I like to remind him of it. I praise him sometimes, in a sort of teasing way while he is paying homage to my rear by telling him how good he is at kissing arse. Or sometimes I will say to him things like, "Just because you are good at kissing feet and arse, don't let that go to your head. Remember your place." You might think that after years of being spoken to like this he would be used to it, but he still squirms while I smirk at him and his cheeks flush a little red.

This is a picture of me by the way, I hope that you enjoy it. As always, please do visit my website for me.

Monday 25 February 2013

Spanked and wanked

So here is another script that I used for my website.  If you would like to hear me read it out to you Then do have a look and listen.

Again this is all based on real interaction between the two of us in our marriage, and co-penned by the two of us. I hope that you enjoy it, and as always, your comments and feedback means a lot to me, so do let me know what you think.



Spanked and wanked.

Ah, pain and pleasure, what a heady mix. 

I just love it, particularly the pain part and of course giving it, to my subby hubby. Although I keep him chaste for weeks on end, as a rule he does get to come once a month. But he gets to come my way and my way only. I have lots of ways that I like to make him come on his special day and this is one of my favourites Because one of my favourite games is called Spanked and Wanked. 

It's such a simple game and yet so very effective. You see with his teasing and denial regime that I subject him to; he is kept constantly desperate for an orgasm and will do virtually anything to get the chance to come. And I just love to hurt, as you know, it makes me so hot and so I devised this little game.

 I make him stand in front of my long bedroom mirror; feet shoulder width apart, naked of course and with his hands on his head. His hands have to remain on his head all the way through this game no matter what or he immediately loses any chance of coming that month. 

So there he is, naked, his cock bobbing about obscenely in front of him, hands on his head facing the mirror and looking shame faced at his reflection. And there I am in my tight leather jeans and white shirt and bare feet. I stand to his side and start by raking my long red painted finger nails up and down his sensitive sides, over his ass and over his cock and his shaved balls. He squirms and fights to keep his hands on his head. I take a firm hold of his cock in one hand and start to give him some lovely slow, deep strokes. With my other hand I gently caress his ass and drag my fingernails over his cheeks. Then as I pump his cock slightly faster with one hand I smack his ass just as hard as I can with the other. Then I stop pumping and just hold his cock at the base and give him six hard slaps on each cheek with the other hand. See, spanked and wanked. 

He squirms as I increase the intensity of the spanking and his body writhes, desperate to keep his hands on his head. Then I stop spanking him for a while and work his cock some more. All the time I am whispering in his ear terrible things, telling him how I own him, how he belongs to me and me alone. Telling him that he will do anything for me, he will lick my boots clean and crawl for me, be my footstool, and that I know just how much he loves it and craves this harsh treatment. Then I will stop again and hold his cock at the base and thrash his backside some more, watching his ass go from milky white to red, to purple and darker. Really I want to see him cry. 

After I have thrashed his ass for a while we go back to wanking him, I make him look at himself in the mirror while I tell him that he is my bitch, my slave and that next time I have my girlfriends over that I am going to make him serve us all as a house boy. I describe to him how I shall tell them that we had a bet and that he lost and the penalty was a couple of hour's slavery for me and the girls. Then I combine the stimulation, spanking him with one hand and wanking him with the other hand, whispering in his ear, describing to him how I will have him naked just with his frilly apron and his chastity belt on, fetching drinks, dancing for our amusement and of course spending lots of time on his hands and knees cleaning my girlfriend's high heeled shoes and feet with his tongue. It doesn't take very long at all before his breathing quickens and I feel his cock in my hand start to swell because he has reached the edge of his orgasm. That's when I stop completely and wait for a moment to watch him squirm in frustration, his cock bobbing wildly in front of him desperate for any kind of contact. 

He struggles to keep his hands on his heading knowing that my threat of denying him completely for another long month is very real. His hands wrap themselves around the back of his head and his elbows come together in front of his face. I let him get away with this and wait until the desperate urge to come has receded slightly. Get his arms back up, bitch, I say, and stand up straight. I walk over to my dresser while he stands there looking at the sorry sight in front of him. I open my drawer and take out the ping pong bat. Some people spend fortunes on corporal punishment equipment, I like to keep it simple yet very effective and a ping pong bat does a terrific job when my hand starts to hurt from thrashing him. I walk back over to him and start again, raking my fingers over his back and ass, delighting in his squirming. With one hand I take hold of his cock at the base and with the other I bring the bat down hard on his ass cheeks, one after another, relentlessly smacking his ass as hard as I can. He desperately tries to keep position with his hands still in contact with his head and now he is crying out, on the verge of tears. After ten hard slaps on each cheek I stop again and start to pump him some more.

 Its not enough for me to work on his physical body and his sex drive, its his mind I'm after as I whisper in his ear how he will be such a good slave to me and my girlfriends while wanking him and slapping his ass with the bat. I feel him starting to get close and so now I will make him beg. Beg me, bitch, I say and he does, sobbing, he pleads and begs with me to come as I make him look in the mirror at himself pleading away. I tell him, come NOW and he does, shooting his thick load all over the mirror, a load which has been building up all month, his body shuddering and his legs giving way as he collapses on the floor at my feet. I walk over to his head as he lies there on the floor, place my bare foot over his face, bend over and looking down at him I say, who's the boss, slave? His pathetic mumbling in to the sole of my foot says “You mistress, you're the boss” Well I have a treat for you, slave, get up on his knees, crawl over here and lick up your mess up from the mirror. And like a good, well trained slave, he does, licking up his mess and looking at himself in the mirror as he does so.

Friday 22 February 2013

Obedience training.

I do love to be waited on. I like to sit and watch TV and give Paul a long list of chores to do, then summon him to do things that I could easily do myself, like fetch me a drink before dismissing him back to his chores. 

I think I may get a little bell so I can tinkle it when ever I need him.

I am talking with a professional dominatrix based in London whose name is Goddess Cleo. She is going to join me in putting Paul in his place as a birthday treat. 

On her site, one of the activities is "obedience training". Funny how words can have such an effect. When I talk to Paul about obedience training he goes crimson. For me they give me a tingle. I am thinking that I should write about this and make it a recording for my website

Have you experienced obedience training? what did it entail. Or if you are a domme, how do you conduct obedience training?

 

Wednesday 20 February 2013

Femdom Taliban

There seems to be a lot of extremely opinionated people in the femdom world. For instance we used to visit a forum called Informed Consent which had many good things about it. But the boards were full of people arguing and bitching at each other about what BDSM is, what it should be, what it MUST entail, it was very sad to see. Especially as this is a world where you would think that people might be open minded and tolerant of other people.

But it seemed, more often than not that everything had to have a fixed label. You were a bottom, not a sub, or a slave not a bottom. Were you a Top, (do make sure that you use the correct fetish capitalisation!!!) or a Master or a Goddess or a Domme.

Some people were quite fanatical. If you are not constantly in the dungeon, either whipping or being whipped you just weren't doing it right. 

There were vanilla people and us.

Well, for us its just not like that. We have kids, and a business to run. We love each other and like to be affectionate and that affection and gentleness runs both ways.

Sorry if this dissapoints you, but actually we are real, not the stuff that femdom porn is made of.

Having said all that, Paul's nuts are locked in a little cage the vast majority of the time and he spends a great deal of time on his knees at my feet.

But thats our normal.

 

Tuesday 19 February 2013

Forced to cross dress

Here is another of my writings, originally as a script for one of  my website recordings.

Once again this is all based on reality and spiced up just a little to share with the world. For instance I think that the dread that I described that Paul has for cross dressing is laced (pun intended) with a longing to be "forced" to do this.

I hope that you enjoy it.


I know that communication is the most important factor in any relationship, particularly in a marriage and even more so in a Femdomme marriage like ours. It's just so important to talk about your feelings and your likes and dislikes. Its interesting talking with someone though, like my hubby, who has a masochistic streak in their nature. What they like, they kind of don't like, what they hate they love, what they love and hate and its all gets confused and mixed together.

 It's not like that for me of course, as a Domme I know exactly what I want and I simply demand it. That's why I listened very carefully to my subby hubby right at the start of our relationship when he talked about the things, the submissive things, that he likes and where his limits were. One of the things that he told me that he absolutely despises, one of the things that leaves him cold and something that, he said, gives him the creeps about other submissive men is anything around cross dressing. He said that it makes him feel desperately uncomfortable and rather stupid. Which is such a terrible shame, for him. 

Because I remember the very first time that I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show. When I first saw that show I absolutely loved it. There was one thing particularly that I loved about that musical though. There was something in there that made my knees tingle and made me hot, and still makes me hot when ever I think about it. I bet there are lots of other women out there that know what I am talking about. It's Dr Frank-N-Furter. When I saw Tim Curry doing his thing, well pardon the pun but frankly it made me breathless and I can tell you why. It's because of the fact that Tim Curry looked so masculine. I know that may seem like a strange thing to say. But for me he does. Somehow, for me anyway, his masculinity is simply accentuated because of the feminine clothes that he is wearing. He looks hot! The Basque, the suspenders and stockings on his powerful legs, his strutting in the high heels. It makes my legs go all funny and I love it. I love the heady mix of the masculine with the feminine, which is such a shame, literally, for hubby. 

Of course I do respect some of his limits and I like to give him choice. Also I believe that subtlety is an incredibly powerful tool. So I like to do things gradually, over the course of a few weeks or months. And I have allowed him to be very much a part of this process by giving him choices. So to get him going on the path, which started many years ago now, I would first get him used to wearing panties under his regular clothes during the day. That's not a lot to ask now, is it? Nice pretty pink and yellow panties with little delicate frills. I mean he doesn't have to, but if he chooses not to he won't be coming that month at all, so of course he will comply. After only around 10 days he started to become desensitised to embarrassment of this and his acute uncomfortable feeling started to subside and because he saw that it made me so happy he started to actually enjoy wearing panties for me. Buying the shoes came as a complete surprise to both of us. We were in a shoe shop in London's Carnaby Street, actually shopping for shoes for me. I love taking him with me when I buy shoes and enjoy making him squat or drop down on one knee in front of me in the shop and check for me that the shoes are not too tight on my feet. Anyhow this time there was a guy in the shop who must have been a drag artist or something like that because he was trying on a pair of women's high heeled shoes with a chunky sole. He was walking up and down the shop as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The funny thing was that no one was really taking any notice of him at all and the assistant was treating him as a completely regular customer. The shop was busy and none of the other customers were taking any special notice of him either. Just normal London behavior for a shoe shop in Carnaby Street! 

 I didn't see anything that I liked and so I asked the assistant if she had the same shoes as the one that the guy was trying on in a large size for my husband. Hubby went very quiet and rather pale. I knew how desperately uncomfortable he was and I insisted that he take of his shoes and socks and put on the high heels and walk up and down just as the other man had done. His paleness as he walked up and down the shop changed as the embarrassment of it all made his face go crimson. In reality no one in the shop seemed to take a bit of notice of him and the assistant treated it as just another sale. They fitted him perfectly and I was delighted. I told him that they were gorgeous and that I would take them. As a little thoughtful touch on my part, I told the assistant that, no, we didn't need the box or a bag and made him carry the shoes around by the heel straps for the rest of the day while we shopped. Isn't it amazing how something so mundane can become erotically charged with just a little imagination? 

Watching him do his chores in his new heels was just so hot. I would have him Hoover the lounge while I relaxed, pretending to read or watch TV. In fact I was transfixed! I could not take my eyes off his calves and thighs and how the high heels made his muscles stand out so as he teetered about with the vacuum cleaner. I kept finding bits that he had missed just so I could watch him move around. I had him bring the ironing board into the living room and iron every garment in my wardrobe for me. Of course he was dressed in his panties and heels with his CB securely on while he slaved away at his chores. It was a delight to watch. Adding stockings and a suspender belt to his look was not very difficult seeing as he was already in high heels and panties. And for his birthday I brought him a beautiful black basque, which was hand made and just stunning. Now I had nearly made his transformation complete. Through teasing and denial I can get hubby to agree to just about anything. 

On one of his mid month evening tease sessions I offered him a deal. If he would cheerfully agree to have his legs waxed and his toenails painted red then I would allow him to come. He was not due to come for another two weeks and if he did not agree, because I like to give him choice, he would not be allowed to come for another six weeks and then that would mean when he did eventually get release it would have been two months of tease and more importantly, denial. Of course, he went for the waxing and he came hard as I teased him about what a wonderful sissy he would make and how pretty his hairless legs and red toenails would look in his pretty black stockings as they poked through in his peep toe high heel shoes. 

 So you see with a little effort and time you can achieve lots of amazing things. I still don't think that he exactly longs for me to demand that he puts on his Frank-n-furter outfit on for me and parade around the room or scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush while I thrash his ass with my crop. Still he has come to accept the fact that it is something that I enjoy which he has to do. You see from Trannie-a–phobe to strutting Dr Frank-n-furter in a few simple steps. How delightful. I think that he looks stunning in his outfit.



Monday 18 February 2013

We both love this photo. I sums up the dynamic in our relationship. Its not always about dungeons, whips and chains. Its a dynamic. This photo expresses that dynamic perfectly. Hope that you like it.

Sunday 17 February 2013

Tickle torture

My subby hubby hates being tickled. Unlucky for him because I like watching him squirm around desperately while I mercilessly tickle him, focusing on all of his most sensitive areas of course. I find it ideal as a both a deterrent and as a punishment or torture. It does not have to be just tightly bound rib tickling torture, sometimes I have him sit with me on the sofa with his bare feet on my lap and gently scratch my fingernails up and down his bare soles. He is not allowed to move his body or feet or make any sounds while I do this to him. Great fun watching him grit his teeth...

Its also something I love to do when I tie him to our bed. We have to discretely hidden hooks behind the headboard that the fixings on his leather cuffs clip onto and stretch his arms out to the max. I use rope to tie his ankles (he likes them tied very tight) and then I can sit on the bed, and take my time to drag my fingernails up his sides and over his belly. It does make me laugh, his instant erection and the way his cock bobs about and leaks precum while I do this to him. He squirms and writhes as much as he can, being all tied up but I know that he loves it really. 

I love to play with him this way. I can smell the submissive pheromones pumping out of his skin. I'm serious, he actually smells different, I can smell his submissiveness. 

And yes I do lightly stroke his swollen, straining, desperate-for-a-touch member. But with extremely light fingernail scratches up and down his shaft. Or I might give him a few pumps with one hand while tickling his shaved balls with the other.

He really reacts when I slowly work my way down to the poor vulnerable bare soles of his feet though. He really hates having his feet tickled (I think he enjoys the discomfort actually!) and really squirms and moans when I scratch my nails up and down his soles.

Often I will leave him tied up for an hour or so while I check e mail and go about my business. When I go back to him 45 minutes later, he is usually still erect with a pool of pre-cum on his belly.

Naturally, I wipe this up with my hand, remove his ball gag and feed it to him.

He counts himself very lucky. So he should.






Saturday 16 February 2013

Proper foot worship

This is one of the "stories" I wrote for the now defunct website Informed Consent. It is also the basis, the script if you like, for one of the recordings on my website.

I put stories in inverted comma's because its not exactly a blow-by-blow account of what we enjoy, its a very slightly dramatised version. It is based on the dynamic that we enjoy and Paul does spend a great deal of time on his knees, grovelling at my feet.

Anyway, here's the story it called "Proper foot worship"

One of the nice things about being married is that you have plenty of time to develop your little rituals. For instance I love having my feet properly worshiped, stroked, licked, massaged and pampered. However, I expect more than just a quick peck and slobber over my feet. No no, it has to be done properly. 

 I like to relax in my big leather arm chair for this. He knows that it's probably time for some foot worship when I call him from his chores and tell him to go and get the handcuffs and the baby oil. Once he has fetched them for me I will order him to strip and fold his clothes neatly. Once he is naked I then make him face away from me so that I can cuff his arms behind his back. I will tell him to turn around and face me. He will be bulging away in his cock cage by this time and as his hands are safely tucked away I will get the key to his cock lock and remove it. 

I might, if he is very lucky, put some oil in the palm of my hand and make sure that his balls and cock are not suffering from dry skin, all locked away like that. While he is being “moisturised” he will have an opportunity to tell me just how much he would love to kiss my feet. I will make sure that he really, really wants to do this for me before I allow him to kneel down in front of me. As I moisturise him he will be telling me just how much he would love the honour of worshiping my freshly pedicured toes. When he sounds desperate enough I will tell him to kneel down in front of me. Then, kneeling, bound, his cock rubbing against his belly, all covered in oil, I will ask him one more time, so, you'd like to kiss my feet then? He will be babbling away that yes, he would just love to kiss my toes and feet. Of course to make doubly sure that he is keen I will have him beg. 

Begging, in my opinion, is best done kneeling with his chin on the floor. That way he can look at my toes while he is grovelling and pleading. So with his lips just inches from my toes he will be allowed to beg me for a few minutes while I tease him by saying that he is not begging hard enough, or that he does not sound sincere enough and that if he wants to have any chance of an orgasm this month he had better sound a bit more sincere. To hear him begging my feet to be allowed to kiss them while I rub the top and back of his head with my shoes makes me tingle inside. 

The whole scenario makes me start to get hot. Finally I will give him permission and he will set to work lovingly covering my feet in warm soft kisses. I love to feel his warm soft lips on my arches and his hot breath on the sensitive tops of my feet. I like it when he rubs his face over them, it feels exquisite. I can feel the passion in those kisses, the adoration that he has for me. I can see his breath quicken as his shoulders rise and fall. I can see his engorged cock bobbing between his taught thighs and belly. I can see his pre cum steadily dribbling out of his cock onto the wooden floor boards. Never mind, I will have him lick that up later.

 I will tease him, telling him how lucky he is and how good he is at kissing my feet. I will tell him that, you love this, don't you, and make him agree that he does. Actually the first time that I had him perform proper foot worship on me I don't think he was too keen. Years of practice have helped, plus he knows that if he wants any chance of a monthly release its best to just do as I say… I will tease him by suggesting that I might tell my girlfriends just how cool it is to have you man begging to kiss your feet. This is guaranteed to get him squirming, as I suggest to him that that next time we have a girl's night in I might have him give a demonstration of his wonderfully developed skills… I also like to use a little round stool that we with a red, padded soft seat and prop my feet up on it, ankles crossed. That way he can give the soles of my feet a lovely massage using his chin and nose and tongue. He can lick my soles and then press his face hard into the soles of my feet. It's so delicious to have your feet massaged in this way. It sends tingles through my feet and up my legs and makes me hot. I love it. 

45 minutes of this is not too much, trust me. It's the ideal accompaniment to watching a DVD or reading. Or a great prelude to oral sex, him giving it to me, obviously. I will tell him that if he does a great job he will have an opportunity to beg for an orgasm while I tease his cock. When I have had enough, if there is such a thing, I will have him stand in front of me while I cover his cock and balls in baby oil and start the delicious teasing. Normally he is not allowed to pester me about his orgasm and asking about it at all will only incur a further delay. However when he has been good I will allow him to beg me for release while I tease his cock. After 10 minutes of pleading and begging from him and a fair amount of teasing and laughing from me, I will most often say, No, darling, you have to wait. He knows better than to whine or complain. As soon as his erection has gone down its back in his CB he goes and back to his chores. Or I might have him kneel on all fours in front of me while I use him as a footstool. Now that, in my opinion, is proper foot worship!

Friday 15 February 2013

My tumblr

I started a Tumblr page. Most of the photo's are my own that we have taken or artwork from Sardax some of which he has created just for us, I am honored to say. I hope that you enjoy it.

Thursday 14 February 2013

Our claim to fame....

We are both honored to know the incredibly talented fetish artist Sardax. He was commissioned by Elise Sutton to create a cover for one of her books and we were thrilled when he asked us to be his models for the work he created. 

He came to our home and drew us individually, with Paul posing on his knees and then with me sitting in a chair while we chatted. Sardax is a perfect gentleman and a wonderful and hugely gifted artist in our opinion.

The work that he created went on the cover of her book and it does look just like us.

Since then she has written another book and we are no longer on the cover of the latest one, but I always fined it a thrill when I see her book with our image on it. I hope you like the picture.


Wednesday 13 February 2013

Tease and deny

One of My favorite things...tease, deny, tease, deny, tease some more, have him kiss My toes and beg me for release....then deny, followed by a little CBT with the Ralgex and then pop him back into his CB for the rest of the evening while he finishes his chores... Such a delight....

Tuesday 12 February 2013

A submissive's birthday treat

In April its Paul's birthday. I am thinking about hiring a pro domme and having her come round to our house for an afternoon of humiliating fun and degradation, spanking and abuse. I have suggested this to him and watching him squirm while I suggest the types of things we could do together is so much fun.

A good friend of ours runs a club in London called Club Pedestal and there is a house domme there called Goddess Cleo who comes highly recommended because she is so lovely to work with.

So I would love to get your input. If you are a sub and you are reading this, what would you like to happen if you were in Pauls shoes/slave sandals? And if you are a Dominant woman reading this, how would you spend the time if you hired a pro to have some fun with your husband?

While you are thinking about it, please do visit my website.


Monday 11 February 2013

As I was writing this I just had Paul pull down his trousers and panties so that I could take a picture of him in his custom sprayed pink chastity device. We would love to hear from you if you are a similar couple to us, as its not something that we talk about to anyone really!
Here's a picture of my feet and Pauls old Chastity device. We stopped using this as he used to have a lot of trouble with pinching and keeping it clean was troublesome. We use a metal one these days of a similar design. There are more photo's on my little website