It's MY Party | Femdom Training

Well folks, this week you WERE going to get treated to my latest adventure in cucking. I had it all written in a delicious two part installment as well. Unfortunately though, something happened recently that I feel needs to be addressed first. One of your peers made a very rude, inappropriate comment here on the blog, and I feel the need to address it.

My pup got a hold of it, and was so upset that he deleted it before I could stop him. His thinking was that no one should insult me, and he wanted to make sure this guy couldn’t/wouldn’t. In retrospect (and as I have explained to my pup, with a whip and some clothespins) I would have preferred to leave it up. The reason for this is twofold. First, I want all of you to feel like you can provide input when you feel the urge. I don’t want to get in the habit of policing the content that others contribute here, because you have shared some very good ideas over our time together, and I appreciate your help and enthusiasm. The second reason is that I hope that this entry will be sufficient enough to convey to this person my deep disappointment and anger at his insubordination, and would prefer that his source of shame remain up for all to see as further punishment for his bitch behavior.

The comment was in response to one of the posts about my meetings with Tiger, and it was something to the effect of: too bad Lin just turned into another slut for BBC…she had such potential…

UGH. Reading this now (almost 2 weeks later) and I cringe at the utter disrespect.

Where do I start?

First, LET ME BE VERY CLEAR. This is MY sex life. It is not yours, it is not this little bitches, it is MINE. I decide where it goes and who is included in it. And by mine, I of course mean my pup’s since I own him and his sexuality and sex life are inextricably tied to mine.

Part of the fun of this adventure is sharing it with all of you, and as I said before I love your feedback. But do not think in any way that I am your toy, your puppet, or yours to command or control. I am the conductor on this crazy, hot, sexy, fantasy train, and this game goes where I take it.

Perhaps this sad little bitch doesn’t have any real experience with a Domme. Perhaps he doesn’t realize that the submissive in the relationship is just along for the ride and does, wants, and thinks what the Domme wants him (or her) too. Perhaps he is just a sad little boy trying to assert some authority over a clearly superior Being, but only has the balls to do so in cyberspace. Perhaps I could give him the benefit of the doubt here and go easy on him. Or perhaps not.

Here’s why….

First, he says that I ‘had such potential’. This leads me to believe that his maggot ass has been following my adventures and knows enough to know that I have more than just ‘potential’. He clearly however only reads enough to make his little clit excited because had he been any sort of a real follower he would have known that my partners are neither defined by nor limited to race (or gender for that matter).

Now, I have gone back and forth on this for several days. On the one hand, I do think clarification of his role in this game is needed. On the other hand, is this little shit even worthy of a response to his blatant plea for attention? It might be best just to leave him in the corner and ignore him. Does a Domme take the bait and give the punishment the pathetic bitch so obviously is vying for?

In the end, I decided yes, she does. Other Dommes may disagree, and I certainly respect your opinions. However, #1- no disrespect should ever be tolerated, even from a stranger, #2- I think you all would like to hear it, and #3- I really just enjoy putting a bitch boi in his place.

So, here is my open response to the disgusting worm that had the gall to take me on:

Your insubordinate, obstinate behavior only proves that you are an unworthy slug, not even fit to clean my boots with your tongue. Unfortunately, we are in cyberspace so I cannot give you the punishment you so richly deserve. But, I can tell you what you would have received had this encounter taken place in real life.

First, I would force you to your knees and put your disgusting clit juice sack in a humbler. I really feel that the humbler would be a good starting point to make you see the error of your ways. I would also use a spreader bar on your lower legs, so that your discomfort is truly maximized. Your arms would be cuffed behind your back so that balance would be difficult for you to maintain. You would then begin your penance by licking the aforementioned boots. While you licked, I would slowly move a little farther away every few seconds, forcing you to stretch in your constraints further and further, maximizing your discomfort and the stretching of your little bitch balls.

Once my boots were sufficiently cleaned, I would have you lay your head on the floor, face down. I would then use 4 or 5 different types of whips and crops to bring welts to your ass, back and legs so big that for the next several days you would not be able to walk, lie down, sit, or stand without the sting reminding you of your outburst and the just punishment you received for it. I would also make sure that in this beating, each of the crops slipped several times and caught some of your bitch balls, to maximize your pain.

Once I was satisfied by the swelling of your backside, I would move your arms to a secure place attached with rope to your side, and roll you over. I have never seen a humbler in person, but it seems to me that lying on one’s back while wearing it is quite uncomfortable indeed. One, it would seem has to keep his legs at a right angle or suffer extreme discomfort, and with a raw, sore back, ass and legs this would be rough, wouldn’t it? I would then proceed to build a ‘zipper’ on your front side using rope and clothespins. This zipper would begin at your right nipple, travel down your chest, over your pathetic excuse for a dick, and back up the other side to your left nipple.

At this point, I would leave you to your thoughts. I have learned over the past couple of years that nothing is more effective than the combination of pain and contemplation. I would leave you for about 10 minutes, then return to see if you were sufficiently sorry. If you groveled to my satisfaction, I would remove the zipper. Not just quickly in one swift motion either. I would remove each one slowly, all down the right side. With every removal I would pinch the red skin underneath, pulling it toward me before letting it snap back. This process would go very slowly until I got to the left side of your balls and dicklet. At that point I would tell you to beg me for mercy. Beg me for forgiveness. Beg me for relief. If your begging was not loud or pathetic enough, I would shake the rope a little, causing the remaining clothespins to pull and tear at your skin until you screamed for mercy, and then I would rip the rest of the zipper off in one quick flick of my wrist. At this point you better hope the scream I get is enough to satisfy me that the lesson is learned, or round 2 would begin…