A Domme friend of mine has recently parted ways with her submissive and seeks a replacement. She is looking for a long term commitment. She is VERY dominant and experienced. If you are interested in seeking to become her slave and sub, leave a comment on this blog. I will not publish your comment. I will pass your email address and comment onto her. Source: Ms Scarlet
I received the following question from Tomilina. I thought my answer may be worthy of a blog post. If I may ask, Mistress Scarlet, do you ever fear that one day bb might just “:break” and lose all sense of shame? Might he one day just go through the motions so to speak, become stoic having no spirit whatsoever? I think if he was enduring my humiliations and torments literally 24/7/365 he might break with the result you suggest. Might. But he runs his own business and we have vanilla friends and vanilla family contacts. So he spends some days, most weeks, interacting in circumstances in which he is well respected and considered very successful and intelligent and wise. He gets a lot [...]
I am a cisgendered woman. This is to say that I am convinced that I am female, and the body I am in best conforms to the medical definition of female by sex. I also navigate a world that is particularly aware of the importance of trans* and non-binary gender, being the younger half of the kink scene. Trans, on a binary, is pretty automatic, if you are not a twit or a bigot. I was fortunate enough that at the age that other children were being taught please and thank you, I had the process of a gender transition explained to me (why does mummy’s friend seem both male and female? He is actually a she- they are living for a year [...]
bitch-boy is beside himself with dread and shame. The closest to rebellion he has been for a long while. (But he has not rebelled). I am arranging for Governess Lexi to come down to my house one afternoon this week and ‘babysit’ bitch-boy until I get home from work. Imagine all alone and at the mercy of a woman less than half his age who is, among other things, going to have him naked while she pisses on him, then a cold shower, then dressed up in his new faux little girl dress with make-up, false lashes and all the trimmings. There will be a harsh deterrent punishment to make his bottom very red and marked. She has said she will have him perform a nursery rhyme in front [...]
Happy New Year! Jumping on the bandwagon, whether most shared or most loved, here’s the top 2015 posts on omisspearl, listed in ascending order based on number of views. It looks like this year’s been heavy on informational content but light on BDSM stories- makes sense as everyone loves a sexy, tingling tale of lust and the stats are crammed full of well read favourites from years past. In light of that, How does “write more porn” sound as a blogging resolution? That’s definitely going to be my goal for 2016, given that my fiction remains above and beyond the most well read and enjoyed content. And writing more porn means planning to have lots of inspiration. Mmm, I’m going to have fun! [...]
Dancing Backward: An Adventure in Male Submission by Thomas Lavalle Nope, didn’t like it. Dancing Backward was a pretty good example of how not to make me happy, and really a good percent of what is wrong with femdom porn if you are trying to appeal to female readers. Or male ones who don’t get something out of self hate. Some of this was simply it not being my way of expressing my F/m kink, but it had a lot of oopsies and pitfalls typical of the genre- as much as I hate to pillory the creative output of other people, this is precisely the sort of book that makes it hard for women think they would enjoy being a dom, and indeed represents male [...]
I had just the best Christmas day! I can’t say the same for bitch-boy. His new dress is, for him excrutiatingly, appallingly, humiliating. I LOVE it! And it creates the look I was after as shown in this drawing. I can’t see how anything could be designed to be more humiliating! He is to be presented to Governess Lexi in it this week. He is beside himself. I had 7 huge orgasms Christmas day. One thing I wanted to report on was a tiny moment, but it really filled me with a luscious feeling of utmost cruel power and utter heartlessness. I had bitch-boy strapped helplessly on the BDSM bed, legs secured wide apart. I had been torturing his hard little clitty with ruler [...]
Governess Lexi is truly blossoming as a cruel sadist, much to bitch-boy’s cost. I am struggling to keep on top of the journal entries for Volume 11 of my Journals because of her evolution and imagination. She has become addicted to pissing on bitch-boy while he lies bound and face-up in the walk-in shower. She insists he thank her during the dousing so that it goes in his mouth. He then has a ‘supervised’ cold shower before being re-dressed. She adores me going for a nap and leaving her to ‘babysit’ bitch-boy. (I love an afternoon nap! – so decadent.) She has babysat twice so far and includes a corporal punishment session when she does ‘babysit’ – ‘just because she can’! Lexi keeps coming up with [...]
I watched this film with Lexi and it is worthy of comment. The title is bizarre given it is about lesbian domination and submission. Involved in the writing was obviously a truly submissive woman. The film is a paradox of enjoyment and sadness because some of the scenes are, at first viewing, truly perfect and arousing examples of erotic dominance, behaviourally and aesthetically. However what becomes revealed is that the film is about topping from the bottom and a frustrated submissive and a pretend dominant who tries her best but lets herself down. (I don’t think I have plot spoiled for anyone because the film is old and also because I think most people would appreciate forewarning that a film starts off brilliantly and [...]
They woke up around 11 AM, muscles aching from dancing, mouths dry from drinking toasts in their honour. He came to a little before her, his new wife nestled up against his side, as she tended to roll in her sleep. Their bedroom was strewn with the by products of the previous night, including a four thousand dollar white dress currently being worn by the rickety little chair he’d had since college. Sliding out of her sleepy grip, he started their daily routine: a cup of coffee for him with extra sugar, green tea made neat for her As he set their old drip-brew to work, he remembered amusedly there was a brand new coffee machine on the living room table. There were a lot [...]
