Helpless in her arms

pet-trap:

Aren’t you so pleased I removed your Macho facade pet …

We now have the real you …

One who is a Sweetie … One who does as he is told …

Now tell me just how much you like your world controlled by me …

Ohhh last night saw my own wonderful Mistress taking my own 'macho facade' away from me, dressing me in a pink corset, garters, fishnet stockings, silk gloves and high heels.

This was not done for my pleasure, Mistress told me. And in fact had me masturbate rather early in the proceedings '..just to get it out of the way', before an evening or worshiping her feet in sexy high heels and getting intensely spanked, to punish me for straying from my path as her slave and to remind me who is, in fact in control here.

Its Her. Its most definitely Her. I felt just like the illustration above, helpless in his Mistress's arms, all manly pretense taken away. My true self revealed as her obedient sissy slave.

Thank you Mistress. Thank you for loving me, thank you for keeping me, thank you for putting me back in my rightful place at your feet.

And thank you for staying by my side during these rough times. I love you so.

Tia's sissy curriculum

I thought some of you might be interested in hearing details of tia's current sissy training protocol. Bear in mind that this is an evolving thing!

Currently tia is "studying" two subjects: Cooking 103 and Essentials of Feminine Style.

For the first subject, Cooking 103, she is focusing on salads. Mistress is trying to eat better, and tia has been charged with helping in that by keeping her supplied with gourmet salads. She is to make a large salad (enough to feed Mistress' entire family) every couple of days. She has to shop for fresh ingredients and research new recipes so Mistress doesn't get bored. Sometimes Mistress wishes a specific sort of salad and tia has to satisfy her request.

Tia is graded on each salad, and will receive a report card at the end of the term. Mistress is generous and does not mark off if the dish is less than tasty, but tia is expected to show decided improvement in her cooking skills each term OR ELSE.

(And yes, there was a Cooking 101 and 102!)

The second subject covers everything a girl needs to know to be ~girly~ , from how to pluck her eyebrows & paint her nails to choosing clothes that are flattering.

She's graded on individual assignments as with the salads but her assignments are much more varied. And while the fetish appeal is obvious, these assignments also have the ulterior purpose of training her to be more useful to me as a lady's maid. For instance, her past few assignments have been to choose, from my crossdressing closet, outfits that meet a particular set of requirements.

This not only saves me time and effort as her Mistress (a self-dressing sissy is a labor saving device!); it acquaints her with the contents of my closet and with unfamiliar fashion terminology at the same time. So that sometime down the road I will be able to say "slut, go fetch me my pink silk chemise with the frogs on the sides, and some stockings to go with it" and she will know what the hell I am talking about, and be able to obey without fuss!

There are other expectations tia is also expected to meet - like keeping her house/my studio clean, and writing worshipful emails to me - but she's not graded on them the way she is on her "sissy academics". Her punishments for not performing well in these areas can be much more intense and personal.

As I said this system is still evolving. Its present form is basically a response to two things. First, tia came into my service completely clueless about things like cooking, cleaning, and fashion. So it's pretty important to me to teach her what she needs to learn to be really USEFUL to me.

But my current method has also evolved in response to conflicts tia and I have had over these things. I need to feel that she's making sincere efforts to improve in these skills. And she needs to feel like her efforts are being noticed & appreciated, that she's getting credit for the work she does. Having clearly defined & graded courses of study works for both of us.

And it has some value in inspiring naughty Headmistress/student fantasies too. ;D

Under Her Thumb

I've described my enslavement to Mistress as being "far down the rabbit hole".  I'm not sure how deep this goes.  The more we are together, the more I feel her wrap me in chains of love and submission that grow ever tighter, much to my delight.

Let me illustrate this by telling you about a weekend not too long ago...

First off I guess I should get into the current 'ground rules'.  I am currently being punished by being kept in total chastity, with no release at all for my poor aching cockette (Mistress's word for my you-know-what).  This is because I was a bad girl, on purpose, and skipped wearing panties underneath my clothes. I had, to me, good reason. I wasn't trying to be naughty or to blow off Mistress--I was doing very physical labor at work that week, wearing shorts that keep falling off my body since I've started dieting. :P

Anyway...Mistress discovered this, and punished me accordingly--no release for three weeks!

So that's how our weekend started...being teased, touched, groped and fondled by both Mistress and her husband (alias Sir, alias Fr Izzy).  He in particular has been getting more and more into toying with me for his own pleasure, it seems--not just to amuse Mistress.

So we went out to dinner at Alt Pathway--its this alternative lifestyle restaurant that was over in Tampa (sadly its no longer there! *sniff*), where we had good food, watched a drag show, and I got more than a little bit tipsy. :)  Anyone following us on twitter (I am @slavetia and Mistress is @ladyerisiana on there)--we were kind of tweeting live as the night went on what was happening--must have been rather amused. :D

Mistress had me pull down my shorts at one point and show the waitress there my panties. *blush*

Then we return home and adjourn to the playroom. I strip down to my panties, put on high heels, and stand there, very vulnerable, as Sir strokes me through the panties.  He rubs my legs, thighs, tweaks a nipple, kisses my neck.  All the while Mistress is watching, tweeting, enjoying the little show. Bear in mind the ground rule I'm under--there's no possible hope of release, and it makes all the much worse!

Eventually I'm told to get down on my knees in front of Sir and beg to suck his cock, to say I'm a sissy cocksucker, how much I love it.  *moans softly* It never fails to humiliate, and Sir's cock is an impressive looking thick beast of a thing!  I service him for a while...feeling myself get lost in the submission to them both...I am such a lucky slave..

After a while Sir takes a break to have a smoke.  Mistress puts on some music, and commands me to dance for them.  *blush*  I try my best; I'm not exactly a graceful person. I touch myself all over, grind my ass, shake my hips, all the while Mistress and Sir are making admiring comments, making me blush even more.  I felt oh so sexual, so feminine--those feelings are growing stronger the longer I am their slave.

The song ends and Mistress comes over to play with me more directly...touching me, stroking me, making me ache so much...I fall to my knees and start kissing her feet. Just overcome with my feelings of aching need, of submission. This is my proper place.  I want to stay here at this Woman's feet the rest of my life if she'll have me.  I am owned, every inch of me is now her property.

I'm down there on my knees when I feel her flogger start to go up and down my back...I keep kissing.  The flogger dances over my body, growing in intensity.  Thuding here...stinging there...  Eventually it becomes pain enough to yelp a bit, but I keep kissing. 

Mistress attaches a leash to my collar and leads me crawling across the room on all fours in front of Sir to suck his cock some more...oh my... 

She then starts to rub herself against my ass, rubbing my body.  I'm sandwiched between them both, I know what's coming, and I'm oh so turned on...and humiliated...and feeling so much like just a sextoy or object there to be used by them both.  I feel Mistress lube me up and enter me with what's become my favorite strapon dildo.  Now I'm being fucked at both ends, utterly used.  But they're not really fucking me. Not really. I'm just a sextoy at this point, being used by one to pleasure and stimulate the other.  Mistress thrusts deep inside and slaps my ass, driving my mouth foward to take Sir's cock deeper down my throat, Sir thrusts back harder to force my ass back to rub against Mistress's hips.  I melt into a pool of submission, falling into the rhythm of being used.

It goes on a while...then they stop, pull out.  I feel the loss and moan helplessly. 

But then they trade places...oh god...

Sir is a lot larger than the dildo. I haven't gotten used to this yet.  This was only my 2nd time being taken by him.  It hurts...it hurts a lot.  I start to wonder if I should safeword but I hold back and just take it.  Mistress is holding me down, feeling me whimper and cry into her crotch. Sir is holding my hips, taking me as gently as he can.  He's not trying to hurt me after all, so I cry and take it and...deep down, under the pain, in my head and heart I am glad that I am being used for their pleasure.

I am under her thumb.  Forever, I hope.