Petticoated Polly

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Petticoated Polly: In Sissy Servitude

An `old flame’ makes a chance reappearance in a man’s life. He is eager to
start where they left off. She is dubious. But they can get back together,
she finally concedes — on certain conditions. A female-led relationship
ensues, with Patrick transformed into Polly, a chaste, fully-uniformed
housemaid! Carol’s style of femdom is that of a “velvet domme” — but it is
still very much female domination, and she is very much in charge!

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Hot Wife & Sissified Cuckold

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Hot Wife & Sissified Cuckold: Her Husband Is Her Maid!

An older man is infatuated with a beautiful young woman. He is over the moon when she agrees to marry him. Little does he know what she has in store for him! Her dominant nature is unleashed. Before long, he is reduced to the status of a humble sissified domestic drudge waiting hand and foot on his young Mistress — and her boyfriend!

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Morning Coffee

This is a little piece that I wrote ages ago. It was going to be the beginning of a story, but I got stuck. I posted it to literotica and chastitymansion a while back, but never posted it here. So here it is now. Enjoy!

MORNING COFFEE

It all started when my friend Sue invited me round for coffee. I hadn’t seen her for ages. I knew she had had love-life problems, what with her unemployed live-in boyfriend expecting her to do all the housework as well as hold down a demanding job in a City bank to support the two of them.

I got there about eleven, and was ushered in by a strangely-excited Sue. I said nothing, but wondered what was up. She took my coat, sat me down, then asked “coffee?”. “Oh, yes please,” I said. She made no move to get it, though; instead, she sat down opposite me, picked up a small handset that was lying on an occasional table next to her chair, and pressed a button on it. I heard the distant chime of bells. Sue caught my puzzlement, and winked.

“Coffee is on its way!”

“What, served by your very own butler?! Won the pools have we?”, I said laughing, not really making out what was going on. But Sue just smiled mysteriously.

Then, the door opened, and in came… well, not a butler! It was her boyfriend, Colin. Well, No particular surprise there. Except — he was stark naked! I mean, completely nude: not even his glasses. Anyway, he scurried in at the double, bowed low to Sue, then stood rigidly at attention, without saying a word to anyone. I had time for a good look at him then, and saw that he had a narrow steel tube enclosing his cock, with a great heavy-looking padlock dangling from it. All in all, a pretty bizarre site, especially if you were only expecting a quiet chat over coffee with a friend!

Summoned into the presence of his Mistress.

I saw his eyes flicker short-sightedly from me to Sue and from Sue to me. From the look on his face, it was clear he was utterly humiliated. But he said nothing. Nor did Sue. I saw she was watching me, gauging my reaction. I had met Colin a few times, hadn’t thought much of him, wondered what Sue saw in him really… but this had me gob-smacked. I just stared. Then Sue’s voice brought me out of my reverie.

“Coffee, Julie?”

“Well, er… yes, yes …”

Sue winked at me, then turned to Colin and in a very sharp tone said shortly, “you heard”. At once he bowed low again, said “Yes, Ma’am” in a trembling voice, and scurried out as quickly as he had come. I watched him go, and noticed that his bum and thighs were quite heavily marked with long, thin, red welts. She must have caned him, I realised suddenly. I had heard about that sort of thing going on, high-court judges and such paying expensive call-girls to tie them up and whip them and what have you, but I didn’t associate such goings-on with my friend Sue. Clearly there was a lot I didn’t know about that girl!

“You should see your face!” laughed Sue.

“Well…” I managed, “of all the things I might have expected to see coming through the door…”

“…my slave Colin wasn’t one!” Sue completed.

“Slave…?”

“Yes, he’s my slave,” Sue confirmed simply.

I thought there was little enough I could say in answer to that, so I asked:

“Why was he caned?”

“Oh, you noticed the welts! I didn’t think you’d know what those were! Well, he broke a cup this morning while washing up.”

“Oh” I said, dumbly. It was all I could think of to say. It seemed a bit harsh, though, for one old cup… Sue must have picked up on that, because with a very serious expression, she continued: “Believe you me, Colin gets a sound thrashing if I find so much as a speck of dust.”

“I see…”

“Look around you. Everything is spick and span, isn’t it?”

I had to admit it was.

“A damn sight more tidy than when I did the housework!”

I had to laugh at that. Sue’s domestic skills had always been a bit lackadaisical.

“Oh my God, Sue! I can’t believe this!”

“It’s no dream, my dear.”

“But how? I mean, when did this all start?”

Sue gave a little smirk.

“Things were not been going so well, as you know. Then I found his stash of femdom wank mags” — she spat the words out with venom — “which explaind his lack-lusture performance in the you-know-where department” — Sue had always been a bit coy about sex — “so I decided it would be good for him to get a taste of fantasy become reality, so to speak.”

“Well! He has certainly got that!” I agreed. “But you’ll miss being waiting on hand and foot when the weekend’s over!”

I assumed naturally that it was all role-play, fun and games for the weekend. Well, you would, wouldn’t you?

Sue looked at me in surprise.

“Oh, I’m not going back now, not ever. He wasn’t much cop as a boyfriend, but he makes an adequate slave. And, y’know — Who can afford to hire servants these days?”

“But aren’t you… I mean…

Sue shrugged.

“You’ve seen how it is. This is what it’s like all the time, now.”

“But,… surely he can just get up and leave?”

“Leave? And go where? He’s got no job, no money, no flat — and in fact, he hasn’t got a single stich of clothing either.”

“Eh?”

“Yes, I dropped all his clothes off at Oxfam,” she said breezily, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “I keep him completely naked, as you’ve seen, so he doesn’t need them.”

“But what if you want to go out?”

“Out? Like I have time to go out!” she exclaimed. “Look, I appreciate the odd night out with the girls, and I have to dine out the occasional evening for work, but normally, I spend the weekends recovering from the week, and evenings in the week I just wanna come home and be waiting on hand and foot — and now I am… so…” She shrugged, and finished “… so if I don’t go out, why should he?”

I didn’t know how to answer that!

“Well, yeah, hmmm,” I said, lamely.

Then he was back with the coffee. Sue’s eyes twinkled wickedly as he poured. She gave me a wicked grin when he had finished pouring, then looked up at him and asked curtly:

“You have knickers to wash, I think?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Off you go then, chop chop!”

I watched the wretch scurry away. I felt sorry for him. Sort of. But not much. He had made Sue’s life miserable. And now he was paying!

“Washing knickers?” I enquired of Sue.

“Oh, yes!” she breezily replied, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“But… haven’t you got a washing machine?”

Not any more. It’s all done by hand, at the kitchen sink, in cold water, with just a touch of soap-powder. It’s the best way to handle expensive lingerie.”

“He… er… helps a lot around the house now, then, does he?” I said, eyebrows raised. This had long been a standing point of contention between them, I knew. But I could guess what sort of answer was coming. And sure enough…

Sue smiled.

“You could say that! Let’s see… his day starts at six. I like him up by then, as he does have a lot to do. His first chore is scrubbing the kitchen floor. Breakfast is served at seven sharp in the morning room on weekdays; at the weekend, he brings me breakfast in bed around ten. He normally gets to bed before midnight, unless we are having some special fun together.”

“Special fun?” I queried, archly, guessing what she must mean.

Sue returned the arch look.

“He has got a good way with his tongue… and I can assure you, he’s improving all the time!”

We giggled together like naughty schoolgirls.

“Do you… you know… still sleep with him?”

Sue shook her head.

“He shares my bedroom, but not my bed. I have a large dog-basket at the foot in which he can curl up under an old blanket. It is convenient having him on call should I wake up and need something during the night.”

“So that tube thing…stays on?”

“The cock restrainer? Oh, yes. I keep him in total chastity. He’s not even allowed to play with himself. I had the thing custom-made — cost a bloody packet, but it was worth it! — so it’s a nice snug fit, and I keep him locked up in it 24/7. I only ever take it off once a week for washing purposes, which he hates of course. What is it with men and washing their bits? I don’t know. I use an old toothbrush, and have a good scrub until it’s squeaky clean.”

“Green as well, isn’t it?”

“How do you reckon that?”

Sue was one surprise after the other, that day. I’d never heard of slavery being good for the environment before!

“Well, now that I own a slave, I don’t need a dish-washer, or a washing-machine, so I got rid of them.”

“So he…”

“Yes”, said Sue triumphantly. “He does it all by hand — not just knickers.”

“It seems… well, extreme,” I said dubiously.

“Oh, I may ease up in time,” Sue said thoughtfully. “I dare say I will. Let him eat with me, for instance.”

“You don’t eat together?”

“Well, he’s serving then, isn’t he? He eats afterwards. He’s on a diet of cold porridge for now.”

I was gob-smacked.

“Well, he was putting on weight!” Sue said defensively. “Anyway, I can’t be bothered with sorting special meals for him. So, for now, I just cook up a big pot of porridge on Sunday, stick it in the fridge, and dole out a nice big bowl before I dash off to the office. anyway, he can have as much salad as he likes too, so it’s not like…”

She trailed off, seeing me looking at her; the scepticism I felt must have been plain on my face.

“Oh, look, like I said, if he’s a good boy in future, he’ll get little treats… but for now, I am still working hard on getting him used to the idea that he is my slave. And the diet thing is part of that, see?”

“I see…”

But I still felt dubious, and no doubt looked, dubious about the whole thing.

“Don’t you judge me, you!” Sue said with a laugh and poked me in the ribs.

“I’m not judging! Just… oh, whatever…”


If you liked the sound of Sue’s new life style, stories like “Perfectly Legal”, “Trapped Toy Boys” and “Awakening the BBW Domme” may be just for you! And there are over a hundred more of various sorts in my catalogue.

Femdom Art of Nimrod: The Curtsey

My ham-handed cover design skills resulted in this lovely picture having writing scrawled all over it, so i thought I would post the original which the very talented femdom artist Nimrod drew for me. Check the links page for the link to his site, which I highly recommend if you are into mature ladies keeping feminised males under strict discipline!

Nimrod art: TheCurtsey

Free Book: Femdom Tableaux

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Just a little note to let you all know that Femdom Tableaux is now FREE on all platforms. Get it here.

Learning to Obey

“I don’t want to keep secrets from my friends,” Jenny said firmly.

She was sitting in her favourite cane high-backed chair, out in her garden. It was a sunny day, and the birds were singing. In front of her stood Pete, standing stiffly at attention.

Jenny was in the middle of another one of her lectures.

“It’s high time you got used to other ladies seeing you, slave Pete. Because in future, whenever I have guests, you will be waiting on the company.”

Pete tried desperately to gather together what shreds of self-respect he still possessed. He was desperately confused. Life with Jenny seemed to get harder, not easier. The holiday was supposed to have cleared up her anger about his porn stash. Instead, she seemed to be crosser — and bossier — than ever.

“But please Jenny,” he pleaded, “you can’t let anyone see me like this. This is our private life.”

No, slave Pete!” Jenny shouted angrily. “This is our life, full stop! You are my slave — my property! I can do what the bloody hell I like with you! I make the rules — your only concern is to obey!”

She paused and glared at him.

“And now: fetch the cane, slave,” she ordered, emphasising each word.

Pete had no choice. He had nowhere to go, no money (the holiday had used up all his savings), and he wasn’t even sure where she had put his clothes — he had been kept naked since their return from holiday. So he brought her the thin, supple rod which he had come so to dread, dropped to his knees, and offered it on upturned palms. “Thank you”, she said superciliously, calmer now, taking the cane in one hand and swishing it through the air to and fro.

Twenty four vicious cuts later, laid on with all her strength, and a sobbing Pete knelt before her, thanking her for correcting him and promising to be an obedient slave in future.

She look down at him, feeling a twinge of pity. Still, it was all for the best. She helped him to kiss feet, kissed him, then whispered gently, “Now, put the cane back and then get the garden ready for afternoon drinks. My friend will be here soon.”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny” he said with a choked sob. He went and put the cane back on its hook in the kitchen, then began to prepare the garden for afternoon drinks. Jenny sat at her ease, watching him as he skivvied for her. This was the life!

If you would like to read more, Awakening the Mature BBW Domme tells the full story of Mistress Jenny and slave Pete.

Mistress Nina’s Petticoated Playthings

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Mistress Nina’s Petticoated Playthings: Femdom Feminisation is a trilogy of stories centering around the formidable emasculatrix Mistress Nina — and her feminised, sissified, once-male playthings! In “Kidnapped”, we are introduced to Mistress Nina and accompany her as she captures, breaks and feminises an unfortunate fellow who falls into her clutches. In “Prissy Polly Pansy”, it is her advice and help which are instrumental in sealing another sissy’s fate. And in “Mistress Nina’s Party”, the Mistress and her friends gather together of an evening to show off their various slaves — including the two aforementioned petticoated playthings!

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Femdom Art: NimRod

Petunia’s owner was kind enough to allow him to work outside the home part-time at her friend’s hair-dressing salon. He sweeps up, scrubs floors and surfaces, and makes tea and coffee for the ladies. He makes minimum wage — and every penny goes to his `frock fund’! Because a male maid can never have enough uniforms!

I thought I would say a few words about the marvellous artist `Nimrod’, whose illustration I used for the cover of The Petticoat Plot. His pictures of female domination are quite extraordinary, and so much better than most of the stuff one finds on the Web. So if the captioned picture (art by Nimrod, words by moi) is your sort of thing, here are two links you must click:

Nimrod’s Blog
Well, it’s a blog! Not updated much recently, but perhaps if enough new readers come in it will liven up a bit?

Studio Oridomain
Nimrod’s Captioned Illustrations. A membership site, but well worth the modest charge.

Gynocracy World

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Gynocracy World: We Make the Femdom Future is a bundle of three-previously released stories set in Gynocracy Park: Gynocracy Park, Ponyland, and Attitude Correction. It is specially-priced to give you a `buy two get one free’ deal.

Somewhere, there is an amusement park… an amusement park entirely staffed by naked male slaves! An amusement park where the rides are human ponies! An amusement park strictly for the dominant female only!

Ladies! Need a new man in your life, but still lumbered with the old one? Let us take him off your hands, and train him up for a new career in the entertainment business! Boring husbands, aging toy-boys… it matters not one whit to us! Reasonable rates, bulk discounts! The Latest in Femdom Entertainment!

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The Husband Trainers

“The Husband Trainers: Marriage Makeover Femdom Style” is — you guessed it! — a collection of the three stories in the “Husband Trainers” series. This will be particularly popular with fans of BBW body worship.

Ladies, is your husband become a blessed nuisance? Send that mischief-making man in your life to us for a complete marriage make-over — satisfaction guaranteed! Because femdom marriage guidance is the BEST marriage guidance!

The big, beautiful, strict bitches of Miss Masters Marriage Services can tame and train even the most wayward of men. “Husband trainers for the dominant woman” is their motto. Body worship training is their speciality, with emphasis on the “three Bs”: Boobs, Belly and Bum. These BBW girls love their femdom work! And their hapless victims? Do they enjoy being trained? Perhaps not so much. But who cares about them? In their future lives as sex-toys for wives and girlfriends, only the women’s pleasure matters!

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