Monday, 13 May 2013

The Worm Turns

It would appear that someone has had a change of heart and a change of attitude.

After a bit of divine intervention or rather a coincidental blog post on www.findomsandbeyond.com my little money slut has come to terms with his role and position in life:

Money sluts role: To work his ass off to make Me money to keep Me happy and supplied with luxuries that I so richly deserve.
Money sluts position: Under My boot squirming in glorious frustration.

Naturally this 180 has made me incredibly happy. After all of his whining and temper tantrums he has calmed down into something which I am becoming increasingly proud of. I am also so very pleased with how far he has come since he started this rather bizarre and thought provoking journey.

It has been very tough for us both this last couple of months, he not knowing why he feels the way he does and me getting pissed off with his teenage strops but after a lot of nurturing, guidance and masses of patience on my behalf (something that I am not known to have) My boy is now happy. As we all know a happy servant is a more productive servant and that for me spells shopping trips!!


Sunday, 12 May 2013

Holiday Time Is Coming!!


Well it has been a long time coming, over 12 months in fact and for reasons I have yet to figure out I am going camping. I have never been camping before and have insisted that we buy a decent sized tent, fold up beds (I am not sleeping on the floor) and all of the other apparent essentials needed. 

However some of MY essentials still remain on My wish list and just for good measure I have added some extras after I looked it over again. Now I go on holiday on the 23rd May so this is your opportunity dear boys to ensure that I get these items well in advance of my leaving date to ensure that this Lady has a totally relaxing and trouble free holiday. If you would rather send me an amazon e-gift card then please do so to beth_jennison@hotmail.co.uk

This will in turn benefit you as I should then come back completely refreshed and with new ideas on how else to tease/torture and extract cash from you and as we all know that's what you all yearn for.

P.S no the champagne isn't a joke, it's for me to enjoy upon my return to celebrate the fact that I survived living in a tent! Plus the glasses are pink that come with it lol.

My SissyMaid Slave


My husband has been my 24/7 slave for just over 18 months now, prior to this we used to dip in and out of his role as and when it fitted in with our lifestyle. After a while of doing this we discovered that we would be able to make it work as a permanent fixture without it being incredibly obvious to those that didn't need to know.

Attending events like this also became a lot easier for him, as he really is one of the shyest people I know. Maintaining this role 24/7 eventually made it nothing out of the ordinary, as if it was something that had always been. Before this transition he would get incredibly nervous about going to a club or event in his slave role as obviously it kind of laid him bare and he didn't know how to deal with it. Sadly people mistake his quietness for ignorance and that is something we have spent a lot of time on.

Over time this has become second nature to him and a role that he thoroughly enjoys in every way. However recently we attended a FemDom event with people we have known for a while and also with others he didn't know. I say he, as I usually have to attend events alone as he works nights over the weekend. Now this event called for boys to be dressed like sissy's and they also had to bake something to bring along to be judged. This itinerary for the evening amused me no end as I knew he would be out of his comfort zone, the one that he had struggled to achieve for so long.

So upon reading the instructions for inferiors attendance I immediately set to work with the mind games (something which I enjoy immensely). First I just told him about what was expected of him and instantly he began to crumble. Slowly I piled on the pressure by choosing his outfit for him; a corset with skirt, fishnet tights, bolero jacket, black wig and full make up. He was so nervous.

The final turn of the screw was when I told him that he would have to make the hour long journey dressed like a sissy so he had better pray that the car didn't break down on the motorway hahaha. Come the evening of the event he was a nervous wreck which of course I had to punish him for. 

We arrived there, home made quiche in his shaking hands and he was plunged into the scene immediately. Bizarrely he wasn't as nervous as he thought he would be and when he saw all the immaculately dressed sissy maids around him he admitted to being a little jealous. This was a side to him that had never before been shown. He sat and watched as the other maids worked together to serve drinks and food to their Dominants and whispered to me that he wanted to be a part of 'that'.

So two months on he is now at the start of another new journey and actually is a pretty big journey for me too. I have spent a good amount of money ensuring that his uniform is perfect, his custom made dress is just perfect and all I am waiting on to be delivered are two underskirts  and a pair of shoes, the rest of his ensemble is just waiting to be used.

Now I know a few people are wondering why I have bought his uniform and the answer is simple; I want perfection. He will be a direct reflection of Me when we attend any similar events and I needed to be sure that everything is just as I want it. If I had asked him to purchase it, it would mean that we would have to compromise on items and that wasn't an option. I earn more than him you see and the way I see it is this will be an investment and one he will pay back to me in other ways.

Oh and just so I don't keep you all wondering his quiche came 2nd but he was told if there was a winner for each sweet and savoury bake, he would have come 1st too. He was a very happy maid that night.

Friday, 10 May 2013

Playing Stupid Games


Regardless of how much money I extract from you, I will not play stupid games with you, games which you try to set the rules for. Just because I have your money does not mean I will bend over and let you fuck me. The only one getting fucked will be you and it can either be a slow pleasant experience or I literally can tear you a new arse hole.

Now you will probably be wondering has someone done something to inspire this post? The answer would be yes just one or two people. People who have now been shown the error of their ways and sent packing.

It really irks me when people think that they can have me dance to their tune just because they tribute me. The wonderful Goddess BellaDonna has explained this on many an occasion but for those unclear:
Tribute (noun) - An act, statement, or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration.

I'm not going to turn this post into a boring old rant, the issue is as old as kink itself I suspect so here endeth the sermon.