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

Chatting with Mistress

Good evening my darlings,

Those who've been lucky enough to catch me on-line can testify that Mistress does indeed chat, sometimes at length, with her many fans and readers. As is my web site, these chats are FREE, Mistress doesn't charge $3.99 a minute to chat, nor does she charge a subscription fee for her site.

I have no issue with those who do charge as some offer quite impressive sites and personal services. Mistress is a strong capitalist and free-market devotee. I do charge for my books (sold at Amazon and other retailers), those sales providing the necessary funds to maintain my web site and sometimes send devoted submissives little gifts. Yes, I've gifted signed books, canes, Snickers bars trod upon with my wicked six-inch stilettos, signed pictures, panties, bras and other items.

So watch for me on IM and Yahoo and perhaps "we" can chat. Mind you, I do like for my "gurls" to be dressed in some kind of feminine apparel. If you are dressed Mistress always demands a detailed accounting of what you are wearing. High heels are strongly recommended. Can you type in gloves? Long opera gloves?

I am not on Face Book, Grouply, My Space or other such venues. With my writing, editing, and other activities I simply have no time to be a social gadfly in each electronic venue. You may look for me on Yahoo Chat or IM: constancepenningtonsmythe@yahoo.com

Be warned; I've sent more than a few submissives (especially ones in chastity...yummy) nighty nite with frustrations and blue balls. Then again, I'm hoping you want to suffer for my amusements...yes?

Whips and Kisses my sweet babies.
Mistress Constance

Male Chastity: A Desired State?

I'm not sure what happened with that last post. One might suppose Mistress should not drink Merlot and try to post blogs!

Many of you might think I would have all males in chastity. Goodness, no! Mistress can think of the most wondrous things to do with the likes of George Clooney and French hottie Jean Reno that do NOT involve chastity.

But there are many instances where it behooves the woman of the house to put her man in chastity. There are a plethora of ways, MANY quite enjoyable, for a woman to experience personal pleasure that will NOT require the use of any husband appendage. Other, perhaps younger and well-endowed lovers (male or female), come to mind as do an array of toys. Most husbands do come equipped with the necessary oral equipment to provide womanly relief, although many do have to undergo training to become adept at the process. For these males, chastity is, indeed, a much desired state. It keeps them focused on their superior Wife/Girlfriend and makes them more attentive to the many new duties they will have.

After all, in this new and exciting relationship paradigm, should the Woman need worry about doing dishes? Or making beds? Laundry? Cleaning toilets? I say not, task the chastised male with such dreary work, whilst the noble and superior Female, and her bevy of lovers, enjoy the services and attentions of the chastised male.

In the future I will discus this more, but I believe it's time for another Merlot. In the interim, do be obedient my babies.

Mistress Constance

Male Chastity: A Desired State?