The New Year.

Hello Darlings,

I have just caught up with all my emails, lucky you. I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and are now ready to get on your knees for your Mistress. I have a couple things in mind to do to start off the new year. *grin* I am feeling much better, walking more normally, and maybe even getting closer to slipping on my stilettos. You know what that means, Darlings? More play time for you. I do feel that to start the new year off right you should do it on your knees. I want you all to get on your knees for me three days in a row and edge. Do it and please me. Take as long as you think will please me and if there is even a slight doubt on whether or not I will be pleased, do it again.

Would you like a story?

Last week I left my desk with my tab for the blog minimized and when I got back a computer tech was updating something. I had forgotten I had emailed him permission to update my computer over lunch. I just grinned and thanked him as I sat down. He sent me an email later commenting about the blog and asking if it was really me. No one at my work knows my ... private fun but that has never been out of shame. I have never told anyone at work because I have never gotten close with my colleagues and never deemed it necessary. So, as I am emailing my tech I thought what the hell and told him all about my life outside of work, laughing all the way. He said he had read my entire blog and asked if he could watch the next time I got with a slave. I told him to email my mistress account and that might be possible. It was interesting to be found out by someone I know that pictured me completely differently. It just makes me laugh thinking about you and your secret being found out by someone who wouldn't know.

Have a lovely sissy day, Darlings

Mistress B.

Aww, Such Pathetic Slaves.

Mistress Katie again, dears. All I keep reading is how much you miss your precious Mistress B. Well guess what, she's not saitisfed with all your pathetic whining for her to visit this blog again anytime soon. What have you done for her lately? Is it her responsibility to make sure you all stay subservient and loyal?

I think you all need to prove to her why she should even think about coming back for a visit. oh and it isn't my job to tell you how either. Think outside the box, that shouldn't be hard for perverts like yourselves haha.

I will give you a bit of inspiration though, just think about being locked up in one of these while Mistress B holds the key. She could hang it from her necklace or from an ankle bracelet or just loan the key out to her friends to tease you. Or Maybe, just maybe she'd lock you up and toss the key in the garbage disposal! haha! Now that would be wonderful wouldn't it?



Haha So long for now, pathetic perverts.

Female Salve.

Hello Darlings,

How sissy have you gone before? A pamper session? A bubble bath? Well, I get in my moods and today I'm craving woman. Katrina is out of town and Mistress Katie is preoccupied with an unfortunate slave. Could you be sissy enough, girly enough for me? I'm not sure you could. You see, women get treated differently under my boot. I am more sensual with my female slaves than my male slaves. Men get a whip while women get a tongue. I can picture my ideal slave now. Chained from my ceiling shackles wearing a mini skirt, delicious makeup, and pigtails. I'd get down on my knees to check and see if she were wearing proper underwear. The would of course have to come off so I'd have a gag for the screaming later. Once they were off I'd take my hands and explore every region of their body because it belonged to me. I might take out Wynonna or my midnight blue vibrator but a lot of the times (with women) I enjoy using my hands.

Could you be that sissy?
Tell me what you would do to earn this honor.

Mistress B.

Fantasy.

A fantasy for Katrina from Alen.

My fantasy with you and Katrina:

I will wear very sexy and shiny underwear so that my ass looks very curvaceous, and my dick very tempting and big. Then I will come to your place. At the beginning you talk to me normally, but as time goes by the topics get sexier and you start acting and talking in a very sexy way. Then you take off my clothes and start slapping me and playing with my nipples. After a while I become so aroused and start acting like an animal. Then you put me down and start riding my back like a donkey and slap my ass, you would love slapping my ass because it will look very sexy with that shinny underwear. After you finished riding my back, you will start playing with my nipples and clench my head between your legs. You will also rid my head. You play with my nipples so much that they become very swollen. Katrina plays with my ass and fingers me and slaps my ass, I will become so weak and submissive and very crazy, you won’t let me move till I loose my mind and become completely brainless, then both of you will bring your strapons and start fucking me and hitting me in turns and make me scream like an animal.

I will also kiss your legs, kiss your asses and lick your pussies so much that both of you will become very aroused. You will also make me fuck your pussies with my dick very hard, I will fuck one of you and the other one will push me from back and make me to fuck even harder, you will ride my dick so wild till my dick gets sore and while you are riding it you will slap me and hit me like an animal.

Hope you enjoy reading my fantasy Mistress.

Thank you Mistress

Slave Worship

"Automatic Body Change

I was on vacation in the islands, enjoying the beach and getting a tan while drinking beer. Checking out the women as they strolled by in there bikinis. One lady with long dirty blond hair tied back in a pony tail stopped and introduced herself to me as Belinda and I offered her a cold beer. We sat and chatted for a few hours then she invited me to join her at a club later that evening. Belinda walked me back to my room and said she would pick me up at 7, giving me a little kiss on my cheek. I offered her dinner before going to the club and she accepted.

Belinda picked me up and she drove us to a nice restaurant, and after we ate we went on to the club where my whole world changed. This was not your usual nightclub but a club of dominant woman specializing in capturing and tormenting men. Before I knew what hit me, I had been striped of my clothes and tied to a frame. A ball gag was put in my mouth to quiet me. Belinda then told me her name from now on is Mistress B and she chuckled at me with a devious grin on her beautiful face. Mistress B and another Domme then put shaving cream on me from head to toe and shaved my body completely of all hair. When they finished I was whipped by Mistress B for moving to much and making it difficult to shave. After 50 lashes she started dressing me in panties, nylons, garter belt and a bra. She then locked 6 inch heels on my feet.

I was escorted to a strange looking chair when I was strapped down. My legs were strapped, my arms were strapped and my torso and head were strapped. I could not move one inch. Mistress B just smiled down on me and my predicament. She then lower the front of my panties exposing a ridged clit and put lotion in her palm then started stroking me getting me on edge. When she was satisfied that she was driving me mad she reached out to a stand next to the chair and pulled a hose over and covered my clit with it, this tube was sucking in pulses and kept me on edge. I then felt something coming from the bottom of the chair pressing into my male pussy and then stopped when in. Mistress B then reached for another hose and it had a mouth piece on it which she placed into and over my mouth with a strap pulled tight and buckled to the head rest of the chair. Mistress B then told me she was all set to start my permanent life change and pushed several button. The dildo in my pussy started moving in and out and the hose on my clit was sucking harder and a fluid was trickling into my mouth, Mistress B explained that the fluid was going to change my body and I will grow tits and produce more cum than normal.

I wanted to scream but couldn’t. She just laughed at me and sat down to watch. After a few minutes I started cumming from all that was happening to my body and cum was being sucked into the hose. I could not stop cumming, cum just kept coming from me, the dildo pumping in and out I was swallowing the fluid and my chest started to itch. I was growing tits. I was desperate to stop cumming. I was going mad from orgasm after orgasm. Sweat was poring from my head. I wanted to scream for this to stop I was totally out of control and could not move. Mistress B stood up and said she would be back after awhile to check my progress. I was so turned on with raging lust I wanted to die but all I could do was keep changing into Mistress B’s feminized sissy slave.

Thank you Mistress B"

One From a Slave.

This is a delicious one written for Katrina from SissyD.

My two mistresses, Karen and Beth, were arguing oer me. They had been roommates when I started dating Beth and after Beth had broken me down into her submissive I was often shared between them. Karen was moving out and to a new town and insisted that I belonged to her while Betty was very stubborn saying that she was the one who had broken me and so owned me.

It's true I had dated Beth and she was the first one to ever tie me down and torture me so pleasantly. After a few months I had moved in with them and soon treated as there pet. Betty was the one that always administered my punishments but Karen was always a little more kinder to me. I would often be allowed to sleep at the foot of her bed instead of on the floor in Beth's room. I was still her pet and she could still crack the whip when she felt like it but I worked to please her because I wanted to more anything. And after the constant cruelty from Betty I only worked to please her out of fear of being punished. Beth had tamed me but I belonged to Karen. When Karen would discipline me with her hand, paddle, or whip I took it gladly because I saw the delight on her face but when it was Beth's turn I merely suffered through it.

Neither one wanted to start over with a new slave so they were argueing over who got me. I had no say in the choice, I usually not allowed to speak at all except for the occasionel "please, thank you mistress, more mistress," so I sat on the floor watching them argue. Beth being the meaner and stronger of the two was winning slightly. The screaming finally finished with the slamming of doors. I was tied on the couch by Beth soon after so that I would not crawl to Karen's room and sleep at her feet again. Beth whispered in my ear, "If she likes you so much then I'll make sure she gets to spend plenty of time with you."

The next morning Karen woke up tied to her bed to the sound of her closet being emptied into boxes. Beth explained to her as she struggled against the bonds at her wrist and ankles, "Turns out its pretty easy to make you disappear. I called that new out-of-state you got and quit for you but everyone here still thinks your moving away so no one will even guess you didn't leave, especially after all your stuff is gone." Beth's plan was to keep me and get a brand new pet all by keeping Karen here. It took weeks to break Karen and I'm sad to admit that I was excited for her to join me as another slave in the apartment so I was persuaded to help. You'd amazed how the mind works, weeks of being severly punished when you misbehave and then being so greatly rewarded after you obey with orgasms or light kisses. It can really change the chemistry of your brain, that and constantly being locked in the apartment prevented Karen from escaping.

I lost track of the number of times Beth would come home to find Karen and I huddled together on the couch. All the defiance trained out of her and she still enjoyed playing with me. Sometimes we would do it on purpose to provoke Beth into punishing us together. Some nights Beth would tie us together face to face and leave us that way overnight. I'm always locked in chastity so there was no chance of anything sexual and the frustration was almost unbearable most of the time but spending so many nights with my face so close to hers and my body tight against hers was still better than sleeping on Beth's floor.

Mistress B, still on vacation...

This is an older fantasy from Kathi involving myself and Miss Katrina.

Mistress B called me this morning and asked me to report to her in 30 minutes. I dropped what I was doing and walked down the block to her house. Arriving on time I knocked on the door, Mistress B saw me on the security cam and told me to come in over the intercom. Mistress B met me at the door and undid my pants making a panty and nylon/garter belt check and smiled saying good girl. She told me to freshen her coffee and clean the kitchen. A few minutes later the door bell rang and Mistress Katrina came in, hugging Mistress B hello and they both sat on the couch. Mistress B called me into the living room. Sissy kathi, Mistress B said. We are going shopping this morning and your coming with us. I love going shopping with Mistress B but I didn’t know the kind of shopping we were about to do.

We stopped at a small dress shop on the way to the mall, Walking inside, Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both walked me straight into the lingerie department. Holding up panties to me and slips seeing how they may look. The store owner walked over and asked if she could be of help. Mistress B said yes that I needed to be fitted for a bra, I about fainted when I herd this and turning red and wanted the floor to open up. The clerk then smiled and started measuring me for the proper size. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both picked through the bra’s until agreeing on one, a pink satin bra with lace across the bottom that matched the lace on my panties. I was told to remove my shirt and hold my arms out. I asked them please to not put it on me but there was none of that. The bra straps were pulled up my arms and the back was closed before I knew it. Smiling and laughing they both said, pink to match your panties and matched it did.

Mistress B told the clerk that she would like me to keep it on and I pleaded not to have to wear the bra. Mistress Katrina said me, put your shirt back on sissy and pay for your new bra. I knew I had better do as told and do it now. We continued our trip to the mall and I pleaded not to go inside, Mistress B told me to get over it and start walking. We went to ladies shops and I felt like every one was looking at me. Mistress B started holding up dresses to me and skirts making comments as to how I would look, Mistress Katrina came up with a sundress and handed it to Mistress B who held it up to me again. I noticed some women looking over at us with smiles on there faces.

I was mortified as Mistress said I want to see you in this, go change now. I begged her not to do this but she just pointed to the dressing room. Hanging my head in shame I went to the dressing room and stripped down to my matching bra and panties, nylons and garter belt. Holding back my tears as I stepped into and pulled up the pink sundress, everything was pink, pink lingerie and pink sundress. Mistress Katrina asked what was taking me so long and opened the door. She pulled me out in front of the mirror and zipped up the back stepping back to look and asked Mistress B what she thought. About this time a lady walked up and asked if she could help and Mistress B said yes that she could ring up the sundress and that I was going to keep it on. Tears were filling my eyes now and I begged not to have to wear the dress. I was told that if I beg any more I was going to be punished.

We all then headed to the shoe department where Mistress B and Mistress Katrina both agreed to a pair of pink high heals which I had to put on and keep on. I was now completely feminized from head to toe, inside and outside. After paying for my new ladies wear, the clerk asked if there was anything else and Mistress B asked if she could please through out my males things as I was not going to need them anymore. I was completed changed into a simpering sissy in public and no where to hide. Mistress B and Mistress Katrina held my hands and pulled me with them to as I reluctantly walked with them through the mall displaying me for all to see as we window shopped for the next few hours. People were pointing and laughing, woman were clapping there hands and saying things like You Go Girls. I just wanted to die and wished this wasn’t happening to me.

We finally left the mall and headed back to Mistress B’s home and they explained that this is my new life, not a fantasy anymore and would never change, I would forever be Mistress B’s sissy slave. When we got back to the house Mistress Katrina looked me in my eyes and said, sissy kathi, you have one hour to bring all your male clothes back to this house. I pleaded for them not to keep me like this but all fell on deaf ears. I knew I had no choice and walked to my house and collected all of my clothes and bagging them up, brought them back to Mistress B’s home. Mistress Katrina then told me to put them in the outside fireplace, I begged some more not to do this and Mistress B just pointed, saying nothing, picked up the fire starter. I knew there was nothing I could do and stuffed my male things into the fireplace and was then handed the starter and told to light them up.

I cried for them to change there minds as I watched the last of my maleness disappear into smoke as I was being strapped to the spanking bench. Both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina picked up riding crops and reminded me I was not to beg anymore and that now my punishment for disobeying them was going to start. I never was allowed anything other than feminine clothes and lingerie from that time on and never allowed any more orgasms, I was milked once a month. I always had panty checks to see if I had any cum stains, if I did I was punished. I was a ladies maid for both Mistress B and Mistress Katrina from that day on. Being constantly trained and corrected when needed.

A Fantasy.

This is a fantasy from a slave that emails me.


My fantasy starts with me tied to a bed. It is just the way life is for me. I am eager at every sound that moves through the house hoping my mistress is back to punish me more. The door opens and there she is standing in the shadows. I wish I weren't tied so I could jump to the floor and kneel at her feet but I am tied down so I can't even move. The ball gag in my mouth doesn't allow for anything more than a whimper.

She moves to the bed and checks my bonds and tightens a few. She brushes the hair from my face and then grabs all of it in one fist. She yanks my head back so my throat is exposed. She places one kiss on the side of my neck and tells me that if I come she will punish me until I can't even remember my own name.

She pulls out a toy from her bag and wraps it around my waist and lets it trail down to my vagina. Then she sticks it in and I know I am in trouble because I am already wet. She turns it on and my eyes roll back in my head fighting the need to orgasm. She senses my need and smirks as she stands up, towering over me on the bed. She opens her legs wide and I can see every single part of her. She reaches down and starts stroking herself while I watch.

I am starting to lose control and I close my eyes so I do not disobey. My mistress leans down and slaps me hard across the face. I am not allowed to close my eyes, she says. And she starts touching herself again. Her other hand trails her breasts while she starts to moan from her own pleasure. Tears fall down my eyes as I do my very best not to finish. She starts to move faster and moan louder until finally her head falls back and I see her orgasm fall onto my body.

I can't help it. My body shakes, I cry out. I cum.

Mistress is not pleased.

Not A Good Day.

Today was not a good day for me. At. All. I won't give you the details except to say that: Why can't every man understand that he belongs under my heel?

I was happy to come here and remember that I have all of you who know your place. All of you take your punishments and thank me properly, thats the way it should always be, isnt it?

You'll happily let me take my frustration out on you, won't you darlings? Tell me how much you enjoy taking my punishments and returning with "Thank you ma'm, may I have another?"

Some of you have been slacking on commenting here and even forgetting certain rules at times. I feel like I must crack the whip more harshly for all of you to remember how lucky you are to have me. So brace yourselves my darlings.

I want a marathon of edging as long as you can and slapping your asses with those rulers. I want you all to get those painful clothespins, at least ten. The wooden ones. When you clip them on I want big amounts of skin in there so that they can really hang on. There will be one on each nipple, one on each inner thigh, one just below each arm pit. Then you can choose where to put the last four. Be creative and make sure its somewhere that will please me. Leave those pins on for at least six minutes and then slowly take each one off and thank me outloud when you do.

This is just the beginning until I feel like all of you have learned your place again.

-Mistress B

Another night of punishment.

Darlings,

Obviously, my Pet has not reached a decision on your punishment because he has not shown you your sentence. I will allow him more time to decide. How does it feel knowing that the right to your own orgasm lies in the hands of another man? A slave man at that. My guess would be that it is frustrating and possibly humiliating. *grin*

You may not orgasm tonight. Edge again. Think of me. Maybe by the time my Pet decides your punishment, my anger will have worn off.

Sweet dreams,
Mistress B.

Inspiration #2.

Hello Darlings,
Tonight a friend you don't know is taking me out for some fun so I must be brief in today's inspiration.

Does brief have to mean meaningless? Oh, hell no.

Here are some facts about your mistress.
-She has a personal vibrator that only she uses. It is purple and is referred to as Mr. P.
-She once set out to find how many orgasms she could have in an hour and a half.... 66.
-Since becoming a mistress, she has only given blow jobs to her own mistress.
-Her breasts are size D and get in the way often when punishing her slaves.
-She sleeps with women more often than men.
-She is most sexual with men but is turned on by both genders.
-Her hair is past her waist and one of her sexiest accessories.
-Once she kissed a slave for pleasure. (but only once)

Do these help, Darlings? I hope so.
Mistress B.

-since I posted earlier than usual i comment the winning number at the bottom of this post.

Story From The Past.

Hello Darlings,

I have changed my mind. No yahtzee tonight. When we were at dinner at Katrina's house last night my Mistress thought it would be fun to tell stories from my earlier days. I blushed more and more with each story Mistress Katie told. Katrina's eyes grew wide with tales of submission, role playing, and intimacy. I was not a very good submissive (I'm sure you can imagine) and Mistress had to punish me daily. She told Katrina one story that I will never forget because it is branded into my mind. From all the stories, I am feeling a lot more playful than commanding so I would like to tell you some of the sessions I had with my Mistress as she broke me properly.

One weekend she had me tied -naked wearing only my ankle bracelet- to a chair for a few hours and I could hear her giggling from her bedroom over the sound of her vibrator. Finally, she finished and came in wearing only her stilettos. If you are a man or a woman you are aroused by her, Mistress Katie has the body of a goddess and the voice of an aroused, naughty pixie. Being the disobediant submissive I was, I looked at her body. I looked my fill and I swear if I hadn't been tied down I would have pulled her to the ground and ravished her.

She came over to me and straddled my legs. My eyes crossed at the touch of her skin. She was a little drunk and giggling which aroused me even further. She leaned in and licked my ear and whispered things I wouldn't even dare repeat here. Her hand tilted up my chin and started kissing me in a way she never had before. Her hand ran down my chest and crept down between my legs. One touch was all I needed to orgasm and she knew it. My lips felt her grin against them before she cupped me and I nearly blacked out from the power of the orgasm that shook my body.

That was a very long night. Would you like to hear more, Darlings, because I sure do feel like telling it. *grin*

Playfully yours,
Mistress B.

A portrait.

Hello Darlings,

I am thoroughly amused, entertained, and most of all pleased at your responses to my new game. Believe me, we will play again. I will wait for a few days because some were assigned multiple day tasks. Guess what? I realized something today, Darlings. I am addicted to dominating you. Your submission is so arousing to me that I don't even know how to explain what you do to me. I thought I might reward you for pleasing me this much. I have decided to grant you a rare treat. A better idea of what I look like. This way, when you fantasize about being dominated by me you can actually picture me better.

I am regular height without heels but I tower over slaves when I put them on. My favorite pair are thigh high and lace up the back. I always wear black and midnight blue- always silk and lace. My hair is dirty blond and falls down to my waist. Slaves aren't allowed to see my hair when it is down and free. With them it is either braided or in a pony tail. I added a loop to my garter belt so I could always have my whip right within reach. My body is curved in all the right places in all the right ways. I have been told my eyes are unsettling because they can't decide on a color. Sometimes they are blue, sometimes green, sometimes gray, but they are always watching you.

Darlings, keep pleasing me.
Mistress B.