Fun at the gym

November 25th 2011

I wanted to share with you something that happened yesterday.

I was at the gym toning and perfecting the sensational body you all worship and adore. I was finished and was towelling down when I noticed one of the other patrons gazing at Me. Of course I am used to male eyes following me as I sashay around my daily business but I had a spot of devil in Me yesterday and thought it right to teach this potential slave/cuckold/whore (it is SO much fun organising you playthings into your little boxes and every man is a potential toy).

I turned and gave this man an appraising look which he took as a come hither signal. I then walked to the showers. I didn’t even need to look back to see if he was following me. How could he do anything but?

Once in the showers I slipped out of my clothes and stepped under the hot steaming jet of water. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the man had followed me and was standing already playing with himself.

I stopped what I was doing and turned to face him. So entranced was he by the sight of me (well, he’s only human) that he didn’t realise I was now looking at him. However he soon realised and a look of panic spread across his face.

I stood hands on hips and in total control of the situation. ‘So you like following women and watching them do you? That’s how you get your kicks is it?’ Such was my commanding tone that the man couldn’t formulate any response beyond confused ‘ahs’ and ‘ers’.

‘Well gaze on, gaze on.’ My playthings are used to see me as their extravagantly well dressed dream Woman, but I can assure you all that Miss Davenshaw naked is a sight beyond your wildest imagination and I am just as powerful naked with my proud, fine body on display as in any business suit. This man knew this and was standing mouth open, powerless. ‘You like what you see of course,’ I was enjoying myself now, ‘Well, take your clothes off, get down on your knees and crawl on your belly here and kiss my beautiful feet.’ The man did as he was told. ‘Now wank, but you are not to come till I say so. This is for My entertainment, not yours.’ The man hurriedly started tugging at his penis and soon I could see it engorging and that he was on the verge of orgasm. I bent down and slapped his balls hard. The man collapsed whimpering and clutching his groin. ‘I told you this was for my entertainment.’ I taunted him as I left him on the floor. Oh and when I left the gym I should mention that I took a nice little bundle of clothes with Me. I wonder how he got home naked??

Till next time My devoted sissies, subbies and cuckies.

Did you know

November 21st 2011

HIEROPHILIA hierophilia ( Hieros: sacred or holy; philia: attachment to) refers to those who are aroused by sacred objects. This may include such things as masterbating with crosses or while sitting in the church pews. Some have even broken into churches at night and had sex on the altar. (Personal Communication, Austin Texas, 1969) Many of the early goddess religions revered sex and included it as a part of their worship. Statues ,animals, priests and priestesses were all provided for congregants’ sexual gratification at one time or another.

A servants work is never done

November 3rd 2011

The wonderful thing about Me, Me, Me is actually being Me, Me, Me. Or, more precisely do I prefer to be Me, the Bitchy Boss, or Me, the School Governess, or Me, the well you get the picture My little playthings of an idle hour. I love role play as students of my site know (and I know how assiduously you study My site) and yesterday one of My playthings had asked if I could be the Lady of the Manor. Mmm, delicious, and an easy role for Me to slip into as I am used to the finer things in life.

I had told My minion to clean the drawing room of My little country place and that I would be back in an hour or so. I am a Woman who likes a natural order of things so my minion was dressed suitably. I had him wearing fishnet stockings, heels (lovely to watch My playthings totter as they work) and a little lace pinny around his waist and set him to work.

I know you’re all thinking that I came back to inspect his work. How utterly conventional of you, surely you know by now that I like to bring a bit of wit and imagination to everything I do.

I didn’t inspect his work; instead I came back with two of My Friends, the divine Miss Darcy and the exquisite Glaminatrix to allow them to do the inspection. My servant had obviously heard Us talking in the hall and looked terrified when I opened the door, he was blushing and stammering, he hadn’t expected this. Here he was, dressed as a half naked maid and three beautiful Women coolly appraising him, and worse, smiling and enjoying Themselves at his discomfort.

We ladies wanted to share the pleasure of using My squirming plaything so My two Friends inspected the cleanliness of the room while I picked up a riding crop. My Friends were soon finding fault with My servant’s work and each fault garnered the little man a lashing with My crop. By the time We had finished he was raw.

After this I took off his pinny and told him to serve Us afternoon tea. he scurried to and fro now in just his stockings and heels while My Friends passed comments on him, his body and his work, none of it was flattering and we spent a happy afternoon enjoying Our tea and humiliating My little servant. Miss Darcy wondered if I could spare him for some gardening work at Her place. As She lives in London and the only ‘garden’ She has is a window box facing out on to the street I had to agree. My servant moaned and quivered at this, but I know he will do it. I will get Miss Darcy to tell Me all about it. Perhaps I’ll tell you all about it in a future diary entry.

Till next time My devoted sissies, subbies and cuckies,

Miss Antonia Davenshaw

Monday Morning Sacking!

October 24th 2011

It’s been really hard work this year keeping all my business interests healthy with the economy as it’s been. It means I’ve had less time than usual for playtime, which is really frustrating.

The one consolation of this downturn is that it enables me to really indulge my domineering side ‘in real life’ rather than just with my subs behind closed doors. And there’s nothing I like better than humiliating an arrogant man who truly deserves it.

I had to visit one of my small businesses last week to sort out a few problems. The annoying thing about this place is that its issues are not really recession-related. It’s just that the staff seem quite error-prone – or at least accident prone. I wasn’t sure which, so I went down there to do some trouble-shooting.

This business has three young female staff and a male manager who’s not been there long. I’d begun to suspect he was the problem, as the business always did well under the previous manager. He seemed to have perfectly good credentials when I hired him, and he was articulate and charming. But I confess I found him annoyingly cocky right from the start. Also, early on I’d had to give him two warnings after allegations of bullying from two of the girls. One of them, Amy, actually wanted to resign after he outright yelled at her in front of the other staff for something she felt was not her fault. I persuaded her to stay, since not only would it have been wrong for her to be chased out by bullying, but she’s also extremely efficient and knows the business better than anyone else there, despite being only 25. But it cost me a steep pay-rise and a lot of time and effort smoothing things over – which is exactly the kind of totally unnecessary issue I can do without when I have other businesses with less avoidable problems.

I’d called a staff meeting early in the morning and I started asking questions right away. Mr Arrogant annoyed me instantly by answering questions that weren’t directed at him and generally giving the impression he considered himself in charge. But it became pretty clear that he was less familiar with the business than everyone else, especially Amy, who had all the facts at her fingertips and gave me straight answers while he just evaded and blustered.

Eventually he took a step too far. As I pressed him on why a particular order had not gone through correctly he started to explain to me, quite patronisingly, that since he did this job every day and I didn’t he “knew what he was doing”. The implication being that I didn’t.

I took the gloves off at that point and asked the three young women to step out of the office and wait just outside. Then I outlined to him all various ways in which it was obvious he hadn’t a clue what he was doing. I wasn’t yelling, but I made certain it was loud enough for the girls to hear outside. And I made sure he ended up looking like the pompous, incompetent idiot he is.

I got up, opened the door and ushered the girls back in just in time for a particularly withering finish to my observations. He was blushing to the roots of his hair at this point, and literally started stammering until I cut him off by starting to address a few comments to the girls.

As they sat down, I noticed that all the women looked extremely satisfied. I more or less ignored Mr Arrogant as I outlined a few things we needed to do to straighten things out. Then I turned to the noticeably quivery manager and announced that I thought the main problem had simply been slapdash management and that since I’d already given him two warnings I was within my rights to fire him.

He changed his tune at that point. We were all treated to an absolutely delightful display of self-abasement full of apologies and acknowledgments of his failings and assurances that things would improve, all delivered in his best oh-so charming manner.

I let him waffle on for a while and finally interrupted to say that he could stay on if he wished but that he and Amy would swap roles and he would report to her. (Amy being about twenty years younger than him made the idea of demoting him below her all the more delicious to me, I must say).

“That’s if you’re prepared to have him acting as your junior while you sort out the mess, Amy.” I spoke with complete deference – as if she was my boss too.

It would have been nice if Amy had twisted the knife a bit but she was all gracious acceptance. I told Mr Arrogant to call me when I was back in London either with his acceptance or resignation, and then I said my goodbyes to the girls. As I left they were enthusiastically congratulating Amy and ignoring Mr Arrogant, who seemed too cowed even to get up and leave the room.

I was fully expecting him to resign but later that day he called to say he would accept his demotion IF I could assure him he’d get his old job back fairly soon, assuming his work was satisfactory. I just said “I can’t assure you of that at all”, at which point he buckled completely and waffled on about working hard to regain my trust. I said ‘good’, told him I had another call to make, said goodbye and hung up without waiting for his response.

I did have another call to make. I called Amy and told her to fire him as soon as she’d found an appropriate junior replacement. She was very pleased with that suggestion! “Oh, and Amy” I added, just before ringing off. “When you sack him, make sure it’s in front of all the staff”. Amy seems an extremely sweet-natured girl so I was quite surprised when she gave a wicked little laugh and said “That’s exactly what I was just thinking!”

I feel so much better knowing this little business is being run by someone with such excellent judgement!

Punishing the stable boy

October 4th 2011

Today was absolutely fabulous.
After a terrible week in London I managed to get down to my country house for some relaxation and to relieve the stress and tension which had been building all week
I love nothing better than to dress in my exquisite English riding habit and, selecting my favourite long dressage whip, set off for the stables.
Arriving at the stables I was infuriated to find that my mount was not correctly tacked up and ready to go. This was my weekend and was supposed to be stress free. Ian, my stable boy, was going to pay for his poor work. Ian had been in my employment ever since I had managed to get him off a break and entering charge and had him assigned to me under the terms of his probation. Any violation of his probation and he would find himself back in court, something he planned to avoid at all costs. Being a pretty and somewhat effeminate boy the last place he wanted to be was jail with a bunch of hardened, and more to the point horney, convicts. The important thing with Ian is to keep him in his place so after a verbal tongue-lashing I decided to relieve some of my stress by applying a physical lashing, to his bottom. Standing behind Ian as he bent over a bale of hay and swishing my whip made me feel better right away. Applying six slow hard strokes, and seeing his reaction to each one, removed any stress that still existed. Setting off for my ride I naturally gave Ian something to think about while I was away and that was the promises of more punishment upon my return. Today’s ride was delightful. The stories about girls and their horses are true. Sitting astride a large powerful animal and rubbing up against the saddle is a wonderful turn on. Add to that the ability to control such a big beast with the flick of my whip is delicious. And as I like to ride hard I have no hesitation in urging on my stead whenever necessary. Not is a cruel way but in a way that appeals to my dominant side. Returning to the stables I decided to give my dominant side some more pleasure and as I had promised Ian some additional punishment I had to keep my word. With more time to spare than at the start of my ride I had Ian strip completely before putting him over the hay bale. I noticed his erection and flicked my whip cross it to teach him some manners about self-control.

To be continued…..

An autmn tale

September 23rd 2011

Escaping the advancing autumn is just the ticket and my apartment in
Nice does the job splendidly.
The rays of the sun are still warm here and the sparkling Med is a
view to die for, especially after a hard week in grey old London.
Yesterday I took up a poolside location, complete with lounger, a
glass of perfectly chilled French wine and a good book.
All was going swimmingly until the pool maintenance man arrived,
complete with cleaning equipment, nets and chemicals.
Damn didn’t I order this to be done next weekend when I wasn’t here?
Some flunky would pay for this incompetence.
In the meantime I told the pool man to do his work as quietly as
possible so as not to disturb my relaxation time.
He nodded his understanding. Normally I don’t like to see tradesmen
but this one was different. In his 20s he was muscled tanned and very
fit.
Dressed in a tight white t- shirt and smart shorts he had the air of a
man who knows his attractiveness, a slightly arrogant air of self-love
about him.
He set about his work and I caught up with my book, not really giving
him a second look.
But then I caught him. Blatantly giving me the eye in the most
salacious way. The audacity of it!
He looked away but his face betrayed his guilt as did the bulge in his shorts.
I called him over.
“Whats your name?” I asked.
“carl”
“well carl you seem under-occupied. Will you do me a favour?”
“I’ll try”
“take off your shorts and put on these.” I threw him a pair of
stockings that I had been wearing earlier.
“you must be joking miss?”
“I never joke about punishing perverts caught being voyeurs. Don’t try
and deny it carl. You were eyeing me up. I feel very upset. You
realise I am going to report you to your boss and because of my VIP
status, he will sack you?
“I’m sorry miss” he replied, his cockiness receding.
“that’s not good enough.”
“look please I’ll do what you say,” he replied, stripping off his
shorts and trunks to reveal an erection before starting to put on my
stockings.
Unused to the sheer material, I watched his ungainly efforts to put
them on, my smile growing wider with each fumble.
Eventually he was dressed and ready for my inspection. Picking up my
parasol, I walked over to him and ordered him to bend over.
He presented his arse for me without a murmur and I proceeded to let
him feel ten hard lashes with the parasol.
Despite his hunky exterior he yelped when he felt the full force from
my high swinging arm as it connected with his fleshy rump.
The last stroke made him drop to his knees where he remained, a
ridiculous figure in my stockings with a red arse and a red face. How
delightful!
But I wasn’t finished with him yet. I picked up my dogs bowl and
placed it on the floor in front of him. I then picked up a bottle of
water and ran the liquid down my foot, between my toes and into the
bowl.
When it was half full, I pushed the bowl under his nose.
“you must be thirsty in this heat carl, why don’t you have a drink. I insist.”
he began to drink and I dabbed my toes into the side of the bowl to
add a bit of taste to his tipple.
“good doggie” I said, satisfied that I had successfully taken the wind
out of his sails.
“right carl, I think we’re done don’t you?”
“yes miss” he replied dejectedly.
“off you go then.”
he got to his feet and could barely raise his head to look at me
although the one between his legs seemed to have no trouble.
And then my stockinged pool maintenance man made his exit, his tail
well and truly between his legs!

A day at the races

August 31st 2011

As my playthings know I enjoy a sybaritic lifestyle and nothing beats a splendid day at the races. Flat or national hunt, Longchamp or Saratoga, I love them all, but I have a soft spot for Ascot. Berkshire is where I stable my polo ponies (and very lucky playthings!) and so Ascot is but a short journey. I also enjoyed a rather delicious experience at last year’s Royal Ascot.

If you’re a serious horse person like me then Ascot can be a bit of a trial. All those women in all those utterly ghastly hats! I just need my natural presence and grace to attract the eye, not a full-on Carmen Miranda look. I still though enjoy the horseflesh and the showing in the parade ring and pre-parade ring last year gave me an idea. I had five or six playthings in tow and a couple of my dom male friends on hand and so decided that I would bring my own slant to checking on form.

I got my playthings into my box and had them strip off to their underpants. ‘Right,’ I said, ‘Now we’ll see what sort of flesh we’ve got on show here boys. Let’s have you run around a bit to get some colour in those cheeks.’ I sat down to observe, flanked on either side by my male dom friends. After a few minutes all playthings were panting and I ordered them to stop. ‘Now, off with the pants boys.’ My playthings were only too glad to oblige and some of them were already sporting erections. ‘I see that some of you are ahead of the game here. I want you all hard, so getting tugging boys.’ As they started to play with themselves I explained the rules. ‘I’m getting my ruler out and I’m going to measure you all. Not difficult as I see that none of you are hung like the animals outside. The loser has to suck the cocks of my two friends here, and I can assure you that they bear more comparison with the winners out there. The loser will of course be the one with the weeniest weenie. Think of it as Miss Davenshaw’s pecking, sorry, pecker order.’

At this a couple of my playthings blanched but all did as they were told. I stood up and walked down the line measuring as I went. I could see my playthings were torn between wanting to really submit to my whims and being rather frightened of the prize. I taunted them with this, ‘What little tarts you all are, none of you are losing your erections. My, my, my, aren’t we all keen to suck cock.’

Eventually there had to be a winner, but I shall save what happened to him for another time.

My personal fav session of the month so far

August 20th 2011

An senior pupil in Miss Davenshaws school is again caught masturbating in the stationary cupboard after seeing Miss Davenshaw in her well tailored business suit and sexy black seamed stockings and suspenders. He has already made one visit to Miss Davenshaws office on a previous occasion but is summoned again for a dressing down by Miss Davenshaw herself. He is mortified and knows this time he is in serious trouble as he was warned that should he be summoned again, then the punishment would be a lot more severe. She makes him strip naked and stand before her, She makes him tell her why he has disobeyed her and masturbated again without her permission, he obviously has a fetish seeing Miss Davenshaw in black seamed stockings and suspenders. She tells him that the punishment today will be very severe and that he must prepare himself for the hardest caning yet. She puts him in her sexiest stockings, makes him bend over her knee for a long hard hand spanking and then tells him to stand in the corner, then back over the knee for a further hand spanking.

Then she prepares an area (or a bed if available) for him to lie on his back and spread his legs as wide as possible, he is told to lie down on his back and spread his legs wide, his ankles and wrists are secured firmly, he is his to have the front thighs spanked hard, 50 spanks on each thigh administered 10 at a time, first on the right thigh and then on the left thigh until all are administered, light stroking over the thighs during the spanking to allow further spanks to be given. Miss Davenshaw then tells him to stand in the corner whilst she prepares a chair or something similar, he is told to bend over the chair and she secures his wrists and ankles firmly. Then she lectures him on his transgressions, she tells him that this caning will be double the hard caning received last time(40 strokes), 80 strokes of the cane in sets of 10 are to be administered to his bare bottom and that he must be silent throughout the punishment and will not be released until all 80 strokes have been given. Further strokes will be given if deemed necessary by Miss Davenshaw.

A weekend away

July 21st 2011

Off to Paris for the weekend for your adored diarist. Slave Philippe loves to please his mistress and I often head off to Paris to recharge my batteries when I want a change from London but not the country.

I met Philippe a couple of years ago and he proved immediately inadequate as a man. His Gallic pride originally stung when I pointed out that I like my men like my game, well hung and he was hardly that. Nevertheless Philippe is an adoring and favoured plaything and now he is trained and knows his place he is a dear little servant for me.

He collected me from the Gare du Nord and I ensured that he had his chastity device fitted (the poor little thing tends to get terribly excited around me and we have to watch for accidents). After he had dropped my luggage off at the Hotel Bristol where I was staying (at Philippe’s expense bien sur!) he escorted me to what must be my favourite shopping street in the world, Place Vendôme. Tiffany, Cartier, Chanel, Lacroix, all have exquisite salons there. With Philippe trotting around pandering to my every whim and the staff in these shops falling over themselves to supply to my wants I felt gloriously dominant.

Philippe’s wallet took a frightful bashing that morning but I suggested he console himself with the thought that all my shopping which he was carrying might be expensive but it was at least light.

Then it was off to a little gem. In rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau (it’s a bit like the Burlington Arcade) Christian Louboutin has a shop. Philippe was sweating a bit at first on his credit card but after five minutes of watching me try on Louboutin’s thrillingly erotic works of art (they are not mere shoes) had him almost fainting with pleasure. In earshot of the assistant I told Philippe that it was a very good job that I had fitted his chastity device earlier given that he was practically salivating watching me try on shoes.

After that it was back to the Bristol for a sumptuous bath with Philippe serving me champagne in the bath (I love being naked in front of my well established playthings, my perfect body so utterly transfixes them and the sense of power I get is intoxicating.

After a beautiful dinner it was back to the Bristol where Philippe gave me a wonderful foot massage (I pointed out that his cock was of no use to me but that he did have useful hands) and as a treat I let him spend the night on the floor at the foot of my bed.

Sunday back on the Eurostar and home to my UK playthings. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.