Today was absolutely fabulous.

After a terrible week in London I managed to get down to my place in the country 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 breaking and entering charge and had then him assigned to my service 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, horny convicts.

The important thing with Ian as with all men is to keep him in his place. So after a verbal tongue-lashing I decided to relieve some of my stress by the scientific but exhilarating application of a physical lashing to his bottom. Standing behind Ian as he bent over a bale of hay and swishing my whip immediately made me feel better. (Deliciously, I could feel my own tension transferring to Ian as he anticipated six of the best from Miss Davenshaw.) Applying six slow hard strokes, and seeing his reaction to each one, emptied me of any tension that still existed. Setting off for my ride I naturally gave the chastened – and sore – Ian something to think about while I was away and that was the promise 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 steed 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 a hay bale. I noticed his erection and flicked my whip across it to teach him some manners and some self-control.

True Masochist to a True Sadist: Hurt me.
True Sadist to a True Masochist: No.

Sub plays ‘Sarah’ a slutty 18 year old student sent to see the strict but sexy headmistress Miss.Davenshaw. His outfit was a tight white blouse, school tie, short pleated skirt, black heels, black lacy bra, stockings and suspenders, and slutty red thong) These all breach school regulations! He is summoned to my office because a vibrator and skimpy underwear have been found in his locker.THE SCANDAL!! He initially deny’s the items are his but he has been caught on CCTV. I tell him that in view of the gravity of the offences he will be disciplined in a special Sunday afternoon detention lasting 1.5 hrs instead of the standard hour, with extra punishment for lying. This detention involves corporal punishment and a punishment caning. The detention began with a rigorus uniform inspection. For each inappropriate item of clothing, he was spanked 5 times. He was then made to write 2 sides of lines in 5 mins e.g. ‘naughty sluts who use sex toys get detention and a punishment caning’. (Any uncompleted lines earn extra spanking) He then received punishment with the ruler, hairbrush, strap and paddle. He has to count each stroke and say ‘thank you, miss’ after every 10th stroke. Errors result in starting from the beginning. He is punished in several positions , first over his skirt, then with his skirt pulled up, then stripped to his heels & underwear.I tell me the most severe punishment is yet to come- the cane. He must fetch this and bring it over to me. He receives 12 strokes, but because he forgets to count them,I repeat them harder…. Naughty sluts should make sure they do NOT get caught if they are to behave in such a fashion!

“Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
Henry Kissinger

The reason why the miscreant has been called to the Head Mitresses study is explained. He is questioned about the misbehaviour. The miscreant is lectured on the misbehaviour and the need to ensure that it is NOT repeated. He is told the punishment. The Head Mistress Miss.Davenshaw, after some deliberation and testing, selects a suitable implement and places it ready.The miscreant is told to go to the back of a prearranged chair, remove coat, drop trousers, lift up shirt high and bend over. Miss.Davenshaw then positions the miscreant to exact satisfaction, pushing head down, ensuring front of the chair is firmly grasped, legs apart, waist well supported by chair. He is left in position while Miss.Davenshaw returns to her desk to record in the punishment book the preliminary details of the punishment.The punishment itself is not recorded until administered. The punishment is administered in a slow and deliberate fashion. Silence and aquiescence is expected of the miscreant and contrary behaviour is punished. Miss.Davenshaw returns to her desk and records the actual punishment adminstered. The miscreant is expected to remain in position for a suitable period.The miscreant is told to stand up and get dressed. Once done, he is told that as long as the lesson has been learnt, the incident is finished and the miscreant can go.

‘Come to the edge’, he said.
They said, ‘We are afraid’.
‘Come to the edge’, he said.
They came.
He pushed them…
And they flew.”
Guillaume Apollinaire

Some Interesting facts on Cuckolding

- A cuckold is a man whose wife is being unfaithful. A cuckquean is used to describe a woman whose husband is unfaithful.

- The word cuckold is derived from the French word for the cuckoo (cucu) bird, certain species of cuckoo bird females lay their eggs in other cuckoo birds’ nests (i.e. a cuckold is a man who has a wife that ‘lays eggs’ in other ‘nests’).

- Cuckolds have sometimes been written as “wearing the horns of a cuckold” or just “wearing the horns”. This refers to the fact that the man being cuckolded is the last to know of his wife’s infidelity. He is wearing horns that can be seen by everybody but him

Cuckolding & BDSM

Within BDSM, cuckolding is practised in two different ways. Firstly as a sexual fetish for some men who enjoy being humiliated and secondly for others who see it as the ultimate from of selflessness to their Mistress.

Cuckolding as a fetish

A cuckold fetishist is aware of his partner’s activity and derives sexual pleasure from it. Within the context of BDSM, the female is typically dominant and the male is submissive. Usually the male derives pleasure from being denied sexual interaction with his partner. In more extreme scenarios he remains celibate or his sexual activity is strictly regulated by means or orgasm control. There are a lot of variations on the cuckolding as a fetish – its something only limited by the imagination!

Cuckolding and Female Domination

Some would say the cuckolding fetish is purely kink and having nothing to do with female domination. For those men who truly serve the female, cuckolding is all about selflessness and giving up of the ego in service to ones Mistress.

Feet First
I am a mature gentleman with a foot fetish. I love ladies’ shoes, especially with open toes.However, in recent years this has got out of hand. As soon as the sun comes out, I tremble with anticipation and can’t wait to see those painted toes. Now I spend my time looking at the ground to spot what kind of sandals a lady is wearing, much, I fear, to her annoyance. Please help me out of this hell.
WRM, BY EMAIL
The response was thus:
Aversion therapy might work. Try secreting sweating flakes of stale cheese into a hankerchief and bringing this to your nose everytime you find yourself transfixed by painted toes. Otherwise, a large spiked collar round your neck preventing you from looking down might work- available from the Opus Dei range in all good Catholic gift shops.

My vision was a view of the mountains, deep blue cloudless skies and and to walk..And Madam always gets exactly what she wants…One can sometimes feel terribly hemmed in in London..I needed 3 days to get away, to refresh and recharge…Zermatt, Switzerland.Perfect! Slave P had politely enquired if there was ‘anything he could do for me’ since he had not had a task to perform in some weeks.(Poor man does tend to feel a little ‘redundant’ if he isnt doing SOMETHING useful for me) I instructed him to find me the prettiest chalet with views the of the mighty matterhorn, a south facing balcony was an absolute MUST and to mail me a list of the best things to do in Zermatt..and as always, fearing dismissal from the divine enslavement of Miss.D,he delivered…

Another grey summers day draws to a close dear hearts- and I can think of nothing more fitting than a spot of kink to shoo the clouds away… Jonathan is making his way over to me as we speak- he has been wearing his chastity device for 7 days and nights under my instruction. I will decide if he is to be relieved of it this afternoon when he arrives. Decisions, decisions! Currently enslaved by a good friend of mine (the ravishing Miss. Darcy) Jonathan was sent to me for some extra lessons in obedience training which he completed in earnest. He now fears he has to keep two Mistresses happy (which of course he does) Oh I DO love to see a man a man work…I informed him by email only this morning that the moment he arrives he must change into his maids uniform before the customary ‘inspection’ ( I will simply NOT tolerate tardiness from my employees!) Once I am satisfied he will commence with his chores but only after pouring me a cool glass of my favourite champagne and presenting it to me in the correct fashion. After all.. It has been a hard day at the office…