Holidays and Submissives

It's been a frightfully maniacal holiday season: extensive traveling, meeting with family (who are none the wiser to my alternative lifestyle!). In another week or so things should be back to "normal".

I did gift my submissive with a lovely blown glass dildo. He was quite impressed with both the artistic quality of the device and it's rather imposing size. Good gurl that he is, he has shown me how well he is loving his new toy. I also got him the cutest little black cami to wear to bed; shamefully short so that his chastity device is on display and he has complete access for his new...ahem...toy. I suppose I spoil the little darling.

There's a new story in the works, another of my Chastity Cuckold Tales; watch for Cuckold Panty Wall to be released soon. You are reading my other Chastity Cuckold Tales...aren't you?

Have a wonderful rest of the year my darlings, what there is left of it. I'd love to hear some of your resolutions for the new year. Why don't you all resolve to increase the height of your heels by at least one inch this year?

Whips and Kisses

Mistress Constance

Gloves, Fur and Stiletto Boots

My darling babies,

It's absolutely FRIGID here; yet I was compelled to make a sojourn to my nail salon...beauty and self-pampering prevails. I suppose that one benefit of this time of year is that fur, stiletto boots and long leather gloves become more than fetish items and serve functional, if fashionable, purposes.

And so I went to get my nails done, the cold will pass, but glamor endures.

Whips and Kisses
Mistress Constance

Sissy Slut Shoveling Snow

Hello my darlings. Try saying the title of this post five times fast.

That's what my slut has been doing today, shoveling snow. I've been traveling, without a computer, hence the absence of recent posts. We returned last evening and today my slut was outside shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. Cold, snowy and frigid here, ghastly.

I'm by the fire, enjoying a lovely wine and crackers with Mousse de Foie de Canard au Porto. Subbie is outside, working. Of course he's wearing a bra and chastity device under that warm male clothing. And I did have him add some mascara; there's no reason a slut shouldn't look her best, regardless of the task. Will one of the neighborhood husbands stop by to chat him up? And will subbie do his best to hide those lovely lashes? Mmmm, delicious...isn't it?

Don't you wish you were here, serving ME? I think I'd dress you in a cute and sexy holiday outfit, perfect for serving my guests and me. why don't you go to www.fredericks.com and pick out the sexy holiday outfit you'd wear for me? I'd love to hear from you, with details (outfit, stockings, heels, gloves, etc) you'd wear to entertain me for the holidays.

Stay warm my babies...and submissive and chaste!

Whips and Kisses
Mistress Constance

Submissives and Peking Duck

I hope you weren't expecting something "kinky" by the title of this post. It's all rather benign. I'm still traveling, will be until the first of the year. I did go dancing last evening, and there was a lovely live string section as well. Tonight was a "girl's night out" and we went for some absolutely fabulous Peking Duck (one of my favorites).

Subby was left behind with a list of chores and lines to write.

Don't you wish it were you, left behind to clean toilets and scrub floors on your hands and knees, only to welcome home the Ladies later, and serve them wine?

Why don't "you" try writing some lines? Do it in your best cursive handwriting and then scan it, or snap and send ME a jpeg. How about one hundred (100) times:

I want to be a proper sissy maid.

Send your assignment to:

constancepenningtonsmythe@yahoo.com

Whips & Kisses,

Mistress Constance

Shoe Shopping

I took my submissive shoe shopping today...for him. We went to Nordstrom's and I allowed him to browse the sale racks...the WOMEN'S sales racks of course. The little dear loves shoe shopping, adores high heels. We purchased two pair, closed toe pumps with wonderfully wicked and thin 5.5" stiletto heels. Both were in a stylish snake print, one was brown and the other black. I can hear him now, his impossibly high stilettos clicking on the kitchen tile floor as he does the dishes.

He's also wearing a blue print dress, dark stockings and smoky eye shadow, the perfect submissive house husband. Don't you wish you were one of my special gurls?

Whips and Kisses

Mistress Constance

Thanksgiving

A Happy Thanksgiving to all my Submissives, Fans and Readers,

What is Mistress thankful for? Family, obviously. And the fact that my submissive and I have been able to adapt, compromise and grow into the roles we now inhabit. It's not always easy to maintain a decidedly "alternative" lifestyle in a largely vanilla world. And I'm thankful for the Internet, which makes possible a wonderful communtiy of those with like interests. Yes, it's also full of viruses and Nigerian "claim your money scams" but it's brought many of us closer. And BTW, good news, Mistress has just beeen appointed Ambassador to Mbwebwe. All I have to do is provide my social security number and bank routing ID to verify my diplomatic credentials!

On traveling...we removed petal's CB-6000S for traveling and then didn't even get the screening nor a patdown. So it seems he could have flown with it. Oh well, one never knows. His CB-3000 was waiting at the destination and he immediately secured his little package. The larger cage of the CB-3000 was immediately obvious; the shorter cage of the CB-6000 is certainly more appropriate; he dosn't need that extra room.

For today he is laced into a strict corset with heavy support stockings attached to the corset garter straps under his conventional male clothes.

"Is Daddy okay?" a family member asks,"he's walking funny."

"Of course, darling," I smile, "he's simply a little stiff after sleeping last evening."

I'm enjoying a day of rest and relaxation while subby toils with domestic tasks. Some family may see him as overly helpful, others as pussy-whipped. In the end...both are correct.

It's good to be the Queen.

Whips and Kisses,

Mistress Constance

Holiday Travel...and CHASTITY

Ah, my darlings, the times are challenging.

This weekend we begin a holiday travel schedule to various destinations. In the past, my submissive was well secured in a CB-3000 or CB-6000 (we upgraded to the 6000 model, with the shorter cage, he really didn't need all that room!). The CB models, in the past, have worked well for our extensive travel. Secured with a numbered/tamper-proof tag their non-metal components provide the necessary security for subby and are nigh undetectable. Until now.

The use of full-body scanners and/or extensive pat-downs by our vaunted security personnel are impacting our operating modalities. Alas, subby will make the plane ride unencumbered by his chastity device. However, I have taken the opportunity to mail the CB-3000 to our destination, so that he may be quickly locked away upon arrival. Such are the logistics now required by those couples who practice full-time chastity of the male.

I'd love to hear how some of my sweet babies are coping with similar issues.

Whips & Kisses

Mistress Constance

Tittie Torment

Sorry, darling, Mistress was at a dance lesson, a luncheon date and then shopping…for you!

Yes, dear, turn around and let my submissive, petal, blindfold you and remove your bra.

Very nice, you’re shaking, dear, you don’t trust Mistress to take care of you?

Hold out your hands. Oops! Heavy, aren’t they? They’re your new breast inserts, until you earn enough money for the real surgical enhancements.

They’re 44FFs, just like your real ones will be. Let’s get them on you.

And I got you a new bra…a special order. It’s a long-line, with heavy steel boning and vicious under-wires. But you’ll need all that to hold up those massive globes. Oh, they’re going to jiggle and be so cute. The men won’t be able to keep their hands off you. And you let them! Whatever they want…you let them. A Smythe girl doesn’t shy away from being groped or felt up. She swoons and giggles, and lets the men know how much she enjoys their attentions.

Hold out your arms and let petal slip the bra on you. No, the blindfold won’t come off until “I” say so.

Goodness!! Why did you jump? Oh, I didn’t tell you…did I? Those silicon titties that are pressed against your flesh…they’re concave. And that void is filled with #000 steel wool that’s been well inundated with a deep heating balm; just something to make your titties and nipples extra sensitive. Yes, you’ll be feeling it with every bouncy step you take, with every male hand that paws you.

Petal, remove her blindfold.

Look at yourself dear. Aren’t you lovely, your new bra and temporary titties? Now run along to the basement media room. Master Alex is there with friends watching some sporting thing. See to their needs; remember, you still have to earn the rest of the money for your real tits. Off you go girl!

(c) 2010 Constance Pennington Smythe

WHIPS & KISSES

Mistress Constance

New Shoes for Mistress

My darlings, I wrote the little scene below just for you...and in first person, so you could imagine yourself in the role of my sissy slut cuckold husband as you read. While you read, tink about it, what would "you" do to get Mistress her new shoes?

I approach Mistress, stop, and curtsy.
She and Master Alex are cuddling on the sofa, reading the Sunday paper. "What?" she asks.
I curtsy again, "I finished cleaning the kitchen, Mistress."
She dismisses me with a wave of her hand, "Go ahead and eat your breakfast."
I lay on my towel, on the floor, at their feet. My oatmeal has been in my dish for an hour, before I made and served their breakfast and cleaned up. I bend my head into the dish and begin to lick out the cold, congealed slop.
"Ooohh, look at these shoes," Mistress says.
I hear the rustling of the newspaper.
"Nice, very sexy," Master Alex's deep voice sounds from above me.
"Three hundred dollars, rather pricey," Mistress nudges me with the heel of her slipper. "I want these shoes, slut."
"Yeth, Mithreth," my face is in my dish, my tongue full of oatmeal.
"You know," Mistress begins to think out loud, "if our little slut gives blow jobs for $10 each, that's only 30 blow jobs and I could have these shoes." She kicked me, "You DO want me to have these shoes, don't you?"
I nod my head, "Oh, yes, Mistress."
"I can throw her in the back of the van," Master Alex says, "take her down to the warehouse, the loading dock. The workers, truck drivers, hell she could probably make that in a day and a half, a day if she really worked at it."
"Really?" Mistress's voice had an evil tinge, "that's about what, sucking a cock every fifteen minutes for an eight-hour shift? So in three or four days, I could get a red and a black pair."
I feel Master Alex's foot on the back of my head as he pushes my face into the oatmeal.
"I don't see why not," he says "I'll even award everyone an on-the-spot performance bonus so they have their entertainment money."
"You can do that?" she giggled.
I hear them kiss.
"Sure, I'm the plant general manager."
She kicked me again, "Hear that slut, you need to give 60 blow jobs this week, and the sale on these shoes ends Friday, so I'd get with it on Monday morning. The quicker you earn my shoe money, the better."
"Don't forget sales tax," Master Alex added.
"Yes, good point, 70 blow jobs, hear that, you need to have at least 70 cocks in that slut mouth of yours this week. And I still expect all the housework and your chores done."

(c) 2010 Constance Pennington Smythe

Whips and Kisses,
Mistress Constance

Excerpt from: THE CONVERSATION

Here is an excerpt from one of my latest books at Amazon: THE CONVERSATION:

His fingers fumbled with the garter strap. The shaking gloved hands let it slip, sending it flying against her thigh with a snap that made her turn and look over her shoulder.

She scowled at the crouching male, “Whatever is your problem? You’re fidgeting like a virgin on her wedding night.”

“I’m sorry Mistress; it’s these gloves and—”

“And I’m not interested in your excuses. Finish, and do it properly.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He secured the final garter tab and scooted backwards on his hands and knees.

His Mistress turned to admire herself in the elegant Cheval mirror. She nodded approvingly at the sheer, seamed stockings and the wispy, lacy garter belt; the belt nicely framed and displayed her furry mound. She sat in her dressing chair and snapped her fingers, “The python Louboutins.”

Her maid, previously her husband, rose from his knees, curtseyed and went to retrieve the shoes. He quickly returned to kneel at her feet and open the shoe box for her inspection.

“Yes, very nice, put them on me.”

Her husband gently slipped a shoe on each foot, leaning forward to plant a reverent kiss on the sole of each as Mistress cocked her foot.

“Display!” she commanded.

He fell back on his haunches, sitting on his heels and spreading his legs wide. His hands were clasped behind his back, his eyes to the floor.

“Lift the dress,” she smiled as he watched his gloved hands delicately pick up the hem of his black satin maid’s dress and pull it up, exposing his chastised cock. She kicked his inner thighs, “Wider.”

He spread his legs further, opening himself to her inspection.

She crossed her legs, her expensive stockings sensuously rustling. “It’s not like you to be a nervous Nelly, fumbling with my garters,” she cocked a foot, admiring her expensive footwear, “not what I expect from someone who wants desperately to be a proper lady’s maid.” She leaned forward and lifted his chin with her fingernail, “You do want to be the perfect sissy maid, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress, more than anything.”

“Hmmm, sometimes I have my doubts; you seem to lose focus occasionally.” She took her silver cigarette case from the dressing table.

He kept his eyes to the floor, but heard the case open and close, and the flick of a lighter. Soon, the scent of her smoke drifted to him.

“I think it’s time we had another one of our conversations, refocus your attention.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She kicked at the plastic chastity device that enclosed his cock, “Where did this come from.” Her shoe pinned his cock to the floor, “R-e-m-i-n-d me.”

(C) 2010 Constance Pennington Smythe

I hope you enjoyed that my darlings. Whips and Kisses,

Mistress Constance

Give "HIM" Breasts

Time for a home, do-it-yourself project my darlings,

It's TITTIE TIME...for HIM!

Strippers, in burlesque days, had sayings: "What nature's forgotten you can stuff with cotton" and my favorite "Go big...or go home".

Wouldn't you love to see your submissive husband/boyfriend see what it's like to deal daily with...a rack? And let's make it a BIG rack, you know how they love those. The shoe is on the other foot. Oh, and why not put him in heels as well, let's really challenge his concepts of balance and gravity! Love it.

First get him in a bra. I recommend something substantial, at least a 38DD (or preferably larger, refer to the "go big" admonition). Does he look cute? Perhaps he even has those little man boobies, that's a start. Now...let's fill that puppy.

What you need:

- A pair of heavy, support style pantyhose. I used some from Leg Avenue, something like you'd see a cocktail waitress wear.
- A large container of Cous Cous (you'll find it in the Pasta/Rice aisle of your supermarket).

Simply cut the legs off the pantyhose, make sure there are no rips or tears, that the toe sections are intact. Then fill the stockings with the Cous Cous; I used 2 1/2 cups of Cous Cous per stocking. Shake the ingredients to the bottom of the stocking and then twist the free material and finally tie it into a knot. BREASTS! Large ponderous ones that will fill out his form. The Cous Cous forms well into the cups, and more importantly, has weight and mass.

Give it a try. Of course they are no substitute for expensive, professional enhancements, but they are easy and cheap. See how he likes it, for an evening, for a weekend, whatever. Drop me a line and let me know if it works for you.

Whips and Kisses
Mistress Constance

A Wonderful Submissive CD Halloween!

My sweet darlings,

It was a wonderful Halloween last evening. In our community the children are only allowed one evening (this year it was last night) from 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. to do their trick or treating. I assigned the goodie dispensing chores to my sub-hubby.

But first he had to be properly attired! This year he was a sexy witch. Yes, he wore black tights and a wonderful, very witchy black lacy dress from the Pyramid catalog. Long leather gloves adorned his arms up to the elbow, and his sissy slut feet were shod in cute, pointed-toe black leather ankle boots with a four-inch heel. A long black wig, TOO MUCH black eye makeup and, of course, a witch hat and broom completed his look. He was made to stand on the sidewalk, in the cool Autumn evening, in his heels, the wind blowing up his dress, and act like a witch for all the children. Some of the neighborhood wives even complimented him on his outfit as they walked their young charges around the cul-de-sac. (Hmmm, I wonder if they'd be interested in a cleaning service?)

So, my babies, what did you do for Halloween?

Mistress Constance

On-Line Sissy School

Good morning my darlings,

For those that may not be aware (where have you been?) my web site has a FREE on-line sissy school. One has to obtain a password to access the workings of the site, but there is NO CHARGE, the site and all its contents are FREE.

Would-be sissy maids are encouraged to select from the various assignments and send me their homework, which I will grade, and post to my site. Can you imagine, your homework, posted where my thousands of members can see it and know you are a sissy maid-in-training. Oh, the humiliation must be divine. Suffering for me yet, baby? Excellent.

If you have a Mistress/Wife/Girlfriend (or a domineering mother-in-law...wicked!) perhaps she can choose which assignments may address current inadequacies in your sissy development.

I'm going dancing this evening, but don't worry, Mistress has thought of you. There's a HUGE load of washing and ironing. I'll want all my lover's shirts laundered and pressed, and several of the neighborhood wives have left items for you as well. Here, lets get you in your six-inch heels and lock on the ankle shackles, hmmm, I believe a six-inch gait should be sufficient. The ironing board is on one side of the basement and the clothes rack on the other. I wonder, how many trips are you going to have to make, back and forth, back and forth between the two, your stilettos clicking across that hard concrete floor. Poor baby, such is the life of a sissy maid. Your agony, my bliss.

Mistress Constance

Family Cuckold

Good morning my darlings,

Mistress has a treat for you, an excerpt from one of my forthcoming Chastity Cuckold Tales. Family Cuckold. This will be released later this year, but do enjoy a little preview.

Chapter ONE

He poured the coffee and returned the silver coffee pot to the sideboard, slowly backing away and performing the proper curtsy as he did so. No one at the table paid attention or noticed, they knew what he would do, he’d been trained to exacting service.

As the happy couple enjoyed their breakfast he knelt beside his wife and extended his arms. In one hand he held a bowl of plain oatmeal, going cold; and in the other he held a dildo, eight inches in length and cock-shaped.

His wife glanced at the outstretched hands, “You may eat.” She smiled as she watched her submissive husband obey. Her short, at five-seven he was an inch shorter than she, husband with his mid-section paunch, fell back on his haunches and began to scoop the oatmeal onto the cock and lick and suck it off.

Steven Cartright ate a mouthful of his omelet and nodded at the kneeling male. “Your husband cooks a good egg; very tasty.”

“Yes,” Sharon Hoffman buttered a piece of toast. “He cooks a good breakfast, sets a nice table, and he even cleans up when he’s done, don’t you dear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex Hoffman’s reply was quiet and polite.

Sharon held the bit of toast beyond her husband’s lips. She knew he wouldn’t take it, not without permission. She let it drop to the floor and stepped on it with her high heeled pump. When she lifted her foot away the toast was smashed to the tile floor. “Now you may have it.”

Her husband bent forward and licked up the trampled bread.

“Gawd, the way you tease him,” Steven said.

Sharon reached over and tousled her husband’s brown and graying hair. “But he likes it, he’s happier this way. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He looked at the couple at the table. Sharon, his wife/Mistress, didn’t look at all like her age, in her late forties. Good genetic stock, a healthy lifestyle and a fastidious beauty regimen still made her a head-turner. Her long blonde hair, flashing green eyes and full-figured, curvy body were man-catchers.

Sharon tugged and straightened the black and white lace choker around Alex’s neck. His weekend breakfast uniform was a dainty black and white creation, all lace and frills, too tight, too short, meant for humiliation and degradation, not a working uniform. “Do you want me to tell Steven to go home?” she teased. “Shall we throw away all your pretty dresses? Are you ready to be the man of the house?”

His tongue licked away the last of the oatmeal on his feeding cock. “Please, no, Mistress. I know that Master Steven makes you happy, and I’m best at being your maid.”

Sharon shrugged her shoulders and blew Steven a kiss, “See, darling, our little slut is happy being who she is, aren’t you Alex? Or Lexy, yes, let’s call you Sexy Lexy, our devoted sissy maid and cock whore.”

Steven nodded, “Okay by me, as long as everyone knows their place. More coffee, slut.”

Lexy poured Master Steven’s coffee and returned to kneeling on the floor. Master Steven didn’t look over ten years younger than Sharon, yet he was. Alex glanced up to see the way Sharon looked at Steven. I can understand why she looks at him that way. Steven was a muscular and strapping six-two, with movie-star good looks, piercing gray eyes and sandy colored hair that Sharon loved to run her hands through.

“My daughter, Karen, is coming home from college next week.” Sharon sat back in her chair and eyed Lexy, “I think it’s time we informed her of this relationship. She’s old enough to know, and make her own decisions.” A feral smile curled at her lips; Karen had never got along with her step-father. “Then we can all settle in to a more—open—relationship.”

Alex/Lexy winced. He and Sharon had played their escalating dominant/submission games for years, leading to where they were now. With the exception of Sharon’s lovers it had always been a well-kept secret. Sharon was raising the stakes, telling their daughter, his step-daughter, Karen.

Sharon rose and walked to Steven, settling into his lap, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping her hand onto his muscled chest. “I want to entertain my lovers whenever I want, and not worry about leaving out paddles, whips and strap-ons.” She glared at Lexy, “And I want her out of my bedroom, without having to explain to Karen why he’s now sleeping in the small guest room at the end of the hall.”

“Can’t say I disagree,” Steven nibbled on her earlobe and Sharon quivered. “Would be best for all, then our little Lexy-slut can give up all pretense about being the man of the house.”

“Exactly,” Sharon placed a kiss on Steven’s lips. “I’ve already picked out new furniture and a paint scheme for our new maid’s room.” She turned her eyes to the kneeling Lexy, “Your life, my darling husband and maid, is going to change.”

(c) 2010 Constance Pennington Smythe

Yes, my babies; I imagine that many of you would love to be in Lexy's situation...yes?

Mistress Constance