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
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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
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
Monday, November 15, 2010
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
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
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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
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
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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
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
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