(It will in due course be available as a Lulu.com paperback. )
The first review
“Once again Mistress Scarlet has written another amazing account of her life having complete control over her uxo husband. Very kind of her to share some of the depraved fun she has gotten up to this year.
So many bitter sweet moments for bitch-boy; such as Mistress’s bedroom yoga activities. Worth the purchase price just for this chapter alone. Amazing to read that after all this time of dominating her uxo that her cruelty is somehow still evolving. If you want to read about true female domination then it does not get better than this.“
When I set out to implement my current regime I was ignorant and naive. I believed that I was taking control and still remember my horror when you very sensibly pointed out that my uxo was almost certainly masturbating during working hours. I knew nothing of chastity devices, restraints, the availability of suitable specialist clothing and equipment. and so much more besides. I had to learn quickly, and your blog (including the comments section) was a godsend.
I made one good decision. I decided that unless I was strict, and uncompromising I was likely to fail. I was at that time ignorant of the fact that my uxo needed precisely those qualities from her Mistress.
Now as Christmas approaches and the year’s end is nigh, I thought it would be a good time to let you know a little about how things are progressing with my petticoated uxo. As the BAV register will confirm, she was originally christened Mary, but as her training progressed I started to call her Mary-Alice. Firstly, it sounds more girly and secondly when asked her name she must reply as follows: “My name ith Mawy-Alith”. I never tire of witnessing her embarrassment as she speaks with the required babyish lisp.
Her training continues with a balance between the three basic elements suggested by the late Susan Macdonald. Sometimes a parody of a little girl who helps her Mummy. Sometimes a maid performing any and all of the duties which I demand. Sometimes submitting to a period of correction in the nursery with all the associated humiliations.
This might be useful point at which to mention the woman who Mary-Alice must call Mummy. I will allow Mary-Alice to explain.
“My stepmother is called Marion. She was always very kind to me but I was rude and disrespectful. When Mistress said that I would have to wear dresses and pettis I said that I wouldn’t, but Marion helped Mistress and I had to do what they both said. Mistress then told me that I had to call Marion Mummy. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice and I know that I am lucky to have a Mummy who will help to train me”
I have always required unquestioning obedience without exceptions. I have no interest in discussing any issue or negotiating an agreement. Mary-Alice’s opinions are irrelevant. All misdemeanours are dealt with severely and she has come to appreciate that however she may feel about it, everything I do is in her own best interest. Of course she is free to leave at any time but shows no desire to do so.
A Mistress is free to chose the way in which she runs her life and that of her uxo according to her predilections. There are practical considerations, but whilst making allowance for those I can indulge myself. It is essential that my treatment of Mary-Alice provides me with delight and her with the humiliation she needs To date I have found that considering her dress, deportment, discipline and general behaviour has given me endless pleasure but I am aware of the future need for new ideas and humiliations as yet undreamed of.
I should mention that after a rather reluctant start I now thoroughly enjoy the administration of appropriate punishment as does her Mummy. I was surprised and delighted to experience sexual excitement whilst watching Mary-Alice being spanked by her Mummy for the first time. After that, I was more than happy to participate.
I continue to select particular contributions from both the petticoated.com archives and of course your blog. Mary-Alice must then read them carefully following which we will have a frank discussion and she will spend some time copying the relevant text in her best handwriting. I pay particular attention to anything which causes her obvious distress. Examples include Mistress Courteney’s recent description of the indignities suffered by baby Ian and in particular your writing about bitch boy’s scheduled last ever erection event. Mary-Alice knows that a similar fate awaits her in the very near future. Mention of it produces tearful pleadings which it gives me great pleasure to ignore.
For the time being she is very occasionally milked by her Mummy but the revolting appendage which I named flaccid Fiona some time ago displays decreasing signs of excitement. Mary-Alice knows full well that her life as a sexual and gendered being is nearly at an end. Fortunate to be allowed the undeserved honour of a female name she is told to enjoy her current status while she can.
I believe in the power of early bedtimes and persistent reinforcement. Tonight before she is tucked up in bed she will stand before her Mistress and her Mummy dressed in a princess themed disposable diaper and high waisted plastic popper panties or a frilly diaper cover, a semi sheer pink babydoll top and fluffy bed socks secured by a pretty ribbon. Her hair will be kept in place with one or two girly hair slides and her hands will be securely locked in pink plastic mittens. When her Mummy and I are finally satisfied with her appearance she must stand before us, curtsey properly and say “My name is Mary-Alice. I am a petticoat trained pansy and I love to show off in my pretty dresses and panties.” A perfect end to her day. In case it is of interest, the following links might be useful.
I thank you for the link you originally sent to me sent for the Birch Place shop who provided the popper panties. The option for a wide crotch is most useful and a simple way of improving the required babyish posture during nursery training.
Diapering at bedtime is a fairly recent development. Deeply embarrassing for Mary-Alice and of course there is a delightful range of covers and popper panties which I insist that she helps me to choose. I have told her that bedtime diapering will make her feel more comfortable and secure and the message is reinforced on a regular basis.
Question: Do you love being diapered by Mummy at bedtime ?
Question: Do you feel more secure when Mummy diapers you at bedtime ?
Mary-Alice is a clever little pansy and knows that the correct answer is always “yes Mistress”
I know that far from loving her dresses and panties she is deeply embarrassed. I don’t care. The endless repetition of the statement has eroded any remaining sense of masculine identity. She is now beginning to believe what she is required to say despite the fact that it makes her cry.
Deportment lessons are relentless and demanding. The silly tart has been slow to develop the required skills but my determination is undiminished and there are signs of progress. I require her to move gracefully at all times including whilst getting dressed, a procedure which is always supervised. Since struggling with her training bra she has been made to study a useful short video many times. The link is here:
I have a particular interest in a smooth profile and continue to experiment with control garments and slim panty liners to achieve this. Such fun for me, so much shame and embarrassment for her.
I have an idea for Christmas which will certainly test her progress. Failure to meet the required standard would be a serious mistake.
First of all, on Christmas Day Mary-Alice will be dressed in a short tutu skirt with a pretty long sleeved top, her best lightly padded training bra, one of her pretty panty girdles from Miss Mary of Sweden, ballet flats and her Princess Sugar Days pantyhose and hair bow clip. I have already found some beautiful fairy wings and the little show-off will be required to appear delighted as she flutters about elegantly playing the part of a Christmas fairy. Further humiliations will inevitably follow before an early bedtime. Perhaps as a special treat her Mummy will give her a bottle and let her have her paci as she is tucked up with her dollies. One or two useful links below:
Between Christmas and the New Year she will be performing her normal duties as a maid though in a more glamorous uniform than usual as befits the festive season. On New Year’s Eve she will be allowed to wear her newest party dress. Puff sleeves, smocked bodice, full skirts and pretty pettis. The satin sash at the waist will be tied in a large bow at the back and we look forward to witnessing her delight as she shows it off.
The new year will start as it must continue. In the morning Mary-Alice will be dressed in her new baby frock from Chameleon Clothing. Made in cotton broderie anglaise it is very short with two full pettis and matching frilly nappy cover. With her reins attached she will at some point be expected to trot about the room and pretend to be a little pony. Then, tired by the excitement she will be bottle fed by her Mummy and put to bed early, exhausted by the delights of the festive season. Some links below:
You have been good enough to introduce me and countless others to a lifestyle which many of us would never have dreamed of without your blog. I wish you, bitch boy and all your readers and contributors a Happy Christmas and an exciting New Year.
My journal is published as a Kindle book on Amazon. An eBook on LULU.com is probably a couple of days away, and paperbacks from both outlets, are probably a week to ten days away yet.
The first review
“Once again Mistress Scarlet has written another amazing account of her life having complete control over her uxo husband. Very kind of her to share some of the depraved fun she has gotten up to this year.
So many bitter sweet moments for bitch-boy; such as Mistress’s bedroom yoga activities. Worth the purchase price just for this chapter alone. Amazing to read that after all this time of dominating her uxo that her cruelty is somehow still evolving. If you want to read about true female domination then it does not get better than this.“
A month ago I gifted the Dommes that read my blog, a technique for having orgasms that is extremely pleasurable. I call it Fluffing. This has nothing to do with a male being fluffed! LINK. Since that post, I have enhanced the technique to bring me even more pleasure and almost Goddess like feelings; pitiless-Goddess like feelings. The feelings also of extravagance, decadence and opulence are a joy.
I have added to the technique provided in the previous post on this; (link above); with firstly a heated faux-fur throw placed over my bedroom chair, and secondly, simply, much more painful whip-strokes for my bitch by using a flick of the wrist technique, rather than simply a downward swish. Given the only times my bitch gets to touch my body are A) when he shaves my legs and cunt, (and then he is monitored like a hawk for touching that goes even a scintilla beyond what is necessary to check I am perfectly smooth), and, B) when fluffing me; but that is with lips and cheeks only; no hands.
So I get the feelings of being so far out-of-his-league and so goddess like, because he is simultaneously in true ecstasy being allowed to kiss and nuzzle my thighs and stomach and hip bones and labia, and also intermittently in severe agony as the whip repeatedly lands on his back and shoulders and ribs, and reaches down as far as his butt and hips and backs of thighs. The whip-stroke frequency is random, being once every three to ten seconds, so he can never ready himself for receiving the next stroke. The feeling of being so far out-of-his-league and so goddess like is extraordinary, because he is willing to suffer the pain to have the treat. He yelps when each stroke lands its line of stinging heat, and cries out when a particularly harsh stroke finds a particularly sensitive spot. Given my seated position there is almost no effort for me to lazily but repeatedly, at my whim, apply the whip, with very harsh results for him.
All too quickly for him it seems, (uxos are such strange and conflicted creatures!), I have become so aroused that he gets the curt instruction to begin licking my clit. He gets only a short time at that before I tell him to stop and pass me my Sila. I have demoted him as a ‘lover’, as he is never allowed to bring me to orgasm now. That is achieved only ever by either my Sila, or a lesbian lover. I like him to feel very insignificant and utterly surplus to requirements when it comes to my orgasms. (Of course using him as nothing more than human porn as I do, he is certainly not surplus to requirements for the intensity and speed of arrival of those orgasms, but he does not get to bring me to one, and never will.
Given I am a very sensuous person, my naked skin on the beautifully soft and heated faux-fur throw certainly adds to my feeling of decadence, and further contrasts the sensations and status between me and lowly him. I am always naked except for heels and waist chain when being fluffed. The chain on which hangs the key to his inescapable, tiny, pink chastity cage.
Although this has been a relatively detailed account of the fluffing activity, I feature it in very fine detail in my Journal No. 25, which should be published just before Christmas. Below is the photo that will be on the cover and only those that know of my predilections will understand what is happening in the photo.
Some may see photos on the covers of my journals in which I am wearing my wet-look leggings and wonder why I am clear that Dommes need not wear any fetish clothing as part of being dominant. I will explain that I wear these leggings often as they do keep me very warm, and, have a zip that runs from my navel to my coccyx, so there is quick convenient access without removing the leggings, when it is orgasm time, as it so often is. I have been unable to source a second pair of these in my petite size from a UK source. This is very, very annoying as I adore wearing them!
More cock-straws needed – help please
On a different subject altogether, when it comes to wonderfully humiliating, cock shaped paraphernalia for our hetero puppets, my go-to is hen/bachelorette party accessories. Amusing and so cheap! Below is an image of his pink cock-straw which fits into the outlet hole of his ceramic, adult-sized sippy cup, and he must suck through the cock-straw whatever I have put in the sippy-cup. For a few years now, this is always my urine. Sometimes diluted for hydration purposes, but usually undiluted. He gets through quite a lot in a long full-on S-day, but continues to hate it a great deal; which is very pleasing. I would hate that my uxo was one of those that love the taste of their Domme’s piss.
Well this straw which I have used for years, is damaged, almost beyond repair, and I cannot seem to acquire a replacement from a UK source. All help would be very appreciated.
(He has the yellow sippy-cup shown below.)
Many thanks in advance for those who help me with sourcing straws or leggings.
Although slightly tongue-in-cheek, a stay in a hotel at the moment prompted me to produce a rating for my hotel stays, based on facilities for perversity. So not a star-rating system but a whip-rating system. A whip is added for each of the possible eight facilities for perversity, that mean endurances for my bitch and cruel pleasure for me. Readers of my journals know well, they almost always feature one or two stays in hotels. There always seem to be something new and different for enjoying perversity in each hotel.
Whip-1, A storage facility
As I type this, my bitch is shut in the wardrobe of my very luxury 5-star room. I have just returned from a 75-minute spa treatment. Like any object one owns, there are times when that object must be neatly stowed away when not in use. Before leaving for the spa treatment my bitch had endured two cruel whipping sessions and one fluffing session, which is a very bitter-sweet activity for him. I had enjoyed four huge orgasms, one during the fluffing session, and one of the remaining three using him as Mistress’s-Little-Helper.
Him assisting in optimising my fourth orgasm within an hour while he, of course, remained inescapably locked in his tiny chastity cage, and being two-weeks short of ten-months without an erection or orgasm, must be a bitter injustice for him to endure; but what a lovely turn-on that injustice is for me! And what a power-rush to be enforcing such a gross injustice. But he does get to see me naked but for stripper heels, writhing in the throes of ecstasy, so that is enough compensation for him I think.
So a suitable storage facility gets one-whip towards the overall rating. This was quite a large wardrobe, but as I had him put all three of our bags in there he was rather cramped into a corner. I adore the look of profound sadness on his face just before I close the door. I then placed a glass of water on the floor up against the outside of the door, and thus, it was impossible for him to leave the wardrobe and return inside, and place the glass back where I have put it.
Having returned after 75-minutes, he was no doubt further saddened that I did not let him out immediately. He continued to be stowed away until I had a use for him. He would have heard me humming contentedly to myself and he would have heard me use my Sila for my fifth orgasm.
Whip-2, A spa
The above entry explains the benefit to me of a spa facility.
Whip-3, A master light switch
Leaving for the spa, like most, but not all, hotel rooms, I took the card with me that had been residing in its wall slot mechanism. This plunged my bitch into 100% darkness. No light from under the wardrobe door for him.
Whip-4, Ambient background noise
The use of a whip, paddle, strap, quirt, etcetera, does mean some ambient background noise is very useful so as to avoid distressing adjacent guests. I do like urban city-break hotels on busy, noisy streets for this. The alternative, as in the room in which I am currently ensconced, is some kind of blue-tooth speaker. On my phone I have a long playlist of classical music ballads. That can be played just loud enough to mask the sounds of leather smacking flesh, and yelping into a gag. And it is a quite perverse and amusing contrast between, sweet and innocent light-classical music, and a number of cruel and relentless whipping sessions that often produce a few tears and always lots of pleading into the gag. It is surprising what little volume of music is needed; certainly not enough to disturb adjacent guests.
Whip 5, Room service
I do like main-meals to be in the dining room as people-watching in a hotel is quite a delight. However a light snack in the room facilitates another great contrast for my bitch to endure. Always packed for our hotel stays is a medium sized plastic jug and an old plastic bowl. They are very lightweight and can be filled with socks or underwear so no burden on luggage space or weight. I will urinate into the jug and my urine can be added to any room-service food I chew and then spit into the plastic bowl for him to eat. I of course, get to eat the unadulterated delicious room-service snack. His snack of chewed and spat out food anointed with my piss is not quite as tasty! My urine also gets added to all drinks he consumes in the room.
Whip 6, A walk-in shower
When possible, I always include in a hotel room stay, having my bitch down in the TDP in the shower while I piss on him. I often then leave him for around 20-minutes to enjoy the scent and feel of my hot piss cooling on his body and in his soaked hair.
As an aside I will add, he spends a lot of time in the Total Deference Pose. If I am applying my make-up, doing my hair, reading the spa menu, bringing myself off to orgasm, etc.
Whip 7, A mix of other guests
I do not like hotels exclusively filled with grey-hairs; I like a mix of ages. (My bitch of course, is a grey-hair.) I am not ageist though. I simply like there to be a few properly attractive and fit women for me to point out to my bitch, whispering to him, how much I would like to make love to her, while cuckolding him; and she would be allowed to roam her hands and mouth wherever she wanted all over my body. A treat he never, ever gets; as his sex-life activities have been phased out. I have to say though, that more mature ladies, like myself, with very fit bodies are often guests of upmarket hotels with spas. The trend for Yoga and Pilates have produced some wonderful mature bodies to observe, to torment and mock one’s sexually-denied, often-cuckolded, uxo-slave.
Whip 8, A toilet-roll dispenser
A toilet-roll dispenser, not a sheet-dispenser. Almost always upmarket hotels have a roller system for dispensing toilet-rolls and not a dispenser that dispenses sheets. This is important to me as I will either pack a toilet-roll on which my bitch has written toilet-roll-lines, or have him write lines on the toilet-roll provided by the hotel. My bitch must sit at the little table and write numbered lines, one after the other , sheet after sheet after sheet. Once enough have been written that I think will last our stay, he has to very carefully re-roll the sheets up. And all that work for me to, use and then flush away, in a moment!
I choose the line at my whim. The latest line in the bathroom to the hotel room in which I am currently located, is: ‘So out-of-his-league, ALL touching is prohibited.’
He had his last-ever twenty-seconds of hands freely roaming, about one-month ago so the above chart from my previous post is out of date in that respect. And it had been over a year since the last time he was allowed as the, (complicated), chart shows. I will use the hands freely roaming activity as my example though.
The hands freely roaming activity allows him to roam his hands all over my body, except for my breasts, cunt and butt; They remain out-of-bounds. So you could certainly argue that it is almost a non-sexual activity anyway. But it is true, that my body shape is exactly what he likes most when it comes to women’s body shapes. (Flat stomach, visible rib cage, wide womanly hips, tiny waist, slim athletic legs. )
This morning I actually had him with tears rolling down his cheeks as he begged, while I stood naked in front of him, having just risen from my bed and put on my stripper heels. I was using my own hands in the act of hands-freely-roaming over my own body, while I spoke in a teasing-mocking tone. “Oh wouldn’t you just love for this to be your hands bitch. I could so easily let you couldn’t I? So easily. But I’m a sadistic, pitiless bitch aren’t I; so I like to torture you just because I can. But you have had your last-ever of hands freely roaming haven’t you bitch.” He simply continues whining over and over and over with. “Please please let me, please, please let me, just for a few seconds, please please Mistress.” I smile and giggle. I then beckoned him to come very close and I positioned his open hand in the air, his palm less than a pinky-finger away from my soft, velvety skin. “So close but so far bitch. Do you miss your hands freely roaming bitch? Do you miss it so much?” He answers in the affirmative with deep, deep emotion.
I love that he would never dare move his hand that pinky-finger distance and touch me because he fears my wrath. I adore that feeling of power and menace.
I then moved onto asking him if he can remember how it felt, hands-freely-roaming. Again I have him answering in the affirmative with deep, deep emotion. I can see he does indeed remember how it felt. I carry on with the remember how it felt motif. Then I move to the third of my verbal enhancements of his misery. “Can you imagine how it would feel if I did let you; just for a few seconds. That velvet-soft skin, those feminine shapes and curves. Can you imagine how it would feel if I did let you?” Again I have him answering in the affirmative with deep, deep emotion, and I could sense tears were close. Then he dropped to his knees and began almost incoherent begging, and tears ran down his cheeks.
I imagine the fact that he has not had an erection or orgasm for over nine-months now, plays a big part in hormones and sexual frustration factors that influence the flow of tears and extent of his desperation to touch, if only for few seconds. And, hmmmmm, how I love his tears!
So fellow Dommes…
The point of this post is how amazing is the effect of a prohibition of something so mundane as him running his hands around the non-erogenous areas of my body. It is clearly so true that we want most, what we cannot have! Have a think about an area of your body he loves, and prohibit him from touching, (or licking), for the foreseeable future. Give it a couple of weeks and then enhance the tease routine using my techniques:
Using one’s own hands
” Do you miss…..”
Positioned his open hand in the air, his palm less than a pinky-finger away….
“..canyou remember how it felt…..“
“Can you imagine how it would feel if I did let you…..”
“What if I never let you again..”
.
In my current situation, I do not ask, ‘What if I never let you again.’ I ask, ‘I could let you have a 50-sided dice throw?‘ He must have had nearly twenty, 50 sided dice throws by now, for a chance at various prohibited activities. He has had no success and clearly thinks he never will. That is very amusing. I often deny him a throw anyway, just because I can. When I do allow a throw which he always wants, and he fails to correctly predict the number, I punish him for wasting my time.
If there is no area of your body that would have this effect, you can always prohibit a sex-act that involves him. Even something that seems minimal, like, tickling his perineum and balls will produce the desired results I believe.
On a pedestal, out-of-his-league
The final thing I will mention in this overlong post is how one feels when your bitch is pleading and pleading and perhaps crying, for on the face of it, quite a mundane treat. I can tell you one feels almost goddess-like. On a pedestal; totally out-of-his-league. And that drives a feeling that, actually, he does not deserve his treat; it is a privilege he can never deserve. And so a virtuous circle of perversity develops. The more you use the prohibition-and-tease technique, the more you feel he does not deserve the treat involved, and your heart hardens yet more, and round and round the circle you go.
I apologise for the length of this post. The phenomena I was attempting to describe cannot be satisfactorily dealt with in a few paragraphs I think.
Please do not stop reading after I mention the words: AI Video clips.
On DeviantArt I have come across a number of sometimes amusing and sometimes very ‘engaging’ AI video clips from an artist called, fem-suprem-the-mouse and this particular clip (use this link) I found remarkably good in respect of the Domme’s attitude, tone of voice, pitilessness, etc. (You do need the sound turned up.)
Obviously the huge downside with almost all the clips is that they are fantasies of scenarios that would never happen in real life. If only I could link up with this artist and provide scenarios and scripts for him to use. What great and helpful video clips they would be for possibly creating new FLRs. Even this clip, simply moved to a back-garden or a kitchen with a tiled floor suddenly becomes real-life, albeit somewhat extreme.
I will try, but experience tells me I will not be successful.
There are two linked benefits to my current hobby; (that hobby being finding ways to make my orgasms even more amazing). One benefit is to really rub my uxo’s nose in the vast chasm of difference between my sex-life and his, and just how much I am out-of-his-league. And the other benefit is even more amazing orgasms for me. Given that, as of yesterday, my bitch has gone nine-months without an orgasm and has only one more left for the rest of his life, while just yesterday I had seven massive orgasms in one afternoon, (which is more than he has had in the last four years), I think my hobby is going well.
I will not write about every detail and orgasm-enhancement research process as this would take many paragraphs and as it is detailed in my soon to be released, 25th journal. Followers of mine will know that I have been using him as Mistress’s Little Helper by running a vibrator up and down my labia while I use my Sila on my clit, and it was this scenario that had me wondering what else I could do for orgasm enhancement. I am a very, very sensuous person, which is not just a sexual thing. It means I adore pleasant sensations, including physical, I am at the extreme end of the spectrum for this.
So an update on this hobby is firstly, I now have a heated faux-fur throw on which I lay naked, as I love to be really warm, (probably as I have almost no body fat), and secondly, I have my bitch use special faux-fur mittens endlessly and skilfully stroking my body while I use the Sila on myself. But he gets to feel your shapes and curves, I hear you shout, surely he has been prohibited from that, (subject to a 50 sided dice throw). Well I came up with a way to prevent him getting such pleasure while providing this service.
I bought these very expensive faux-fur mittens, (an early Xmas present for him), that were large enough that his very thick leather bondage mittens can fit inside. So he does not get to feel my body at all, while bringing me the softly sweeping fur pleasure on all areas of my skin. I keep my eyes open for a few seconds, (before they flutter shut when I am overwhelmed by the physical sensations) to observe him diligently working away while on show is his little redundancy inescapably locked in its tiny pink cage, where it has been every seconds of the last nine months.
Obviously all the physical sensual pleasures and contrasts are enhanced by my whipping him cruelly before beginning my orgasm pleasure; and hugely enhanced by the massive injustice of him having to help with increasing my orgasm intensity, while he gets no sex-life at all and has not had an orgasm in nine-months. And the injustice of him sweeping his hands over all areas of my skin in a way in which he gets to feel nothing at all, when he would give anything to be doing so, his skin touching my my skin.
I will continue my research on orgasm intensity enhancement techniques, both psychological and physical!
An account from the amazing Mistress Courteney below, as Xmas approaches. Following that some further relevant exchanges. (The image is not of Mistress Courteney btw, but I think suitable. )
‘Baby’s’ Navidad
Dear Scarlett I do hope BB is making an extra effort while you recover from your injury. It’s at times like this that provide the perfect opportunity for those we own to demonstrate their ‘Devotion!’
Things have moved on here in Spain. I now have a part time Receptionists job at the local Health Centre having been recommended by one of our ‘Closest’ friends who is also a Receptionist at the Health Centre. This appointment may well provide both of us with further ‘uncomfortable opportunities’ for Baby!
All this talk of BB’s final ‘Squirty’ prompted me to write the following As we near ‘Navidad’ here in Spain it heralds another ‘pleasurable period for the Family but a very ‘difficult period’ for Ian.
While all the other Children enjoy the Celebrations and various Fiestas around Christmas our ‘Baby Boy’ will not.
In our Village Plaza we have a Special Evening for all the Children when the Three Kings arrive all dressed up in Costumes on Horseback bringing Presents for all the Children. Unfortunately this happens ‘after’ Baby’s Bedtime so he will be in Bed in the Nursery.
The House will be full of our ‘Closest’ friends and their Children enjoying their Presents while all the Grown Ups consume considerable amounts of Alcohol and celebrate what is a most enjoyable Festive time
Ian, however, will be spending most of his time in the Nursery subjected to numerous Nappy Checks, by the Family and close Friends, while colouring in Pretty Pictures for his ‘Aunties’ He will eat his liquidised ‘Left Overs’ alongside Miss Dolly drinking copious Bottles of Special ‘Juicy’ provided by mummy and nana and aunties.
Over the past seven years Ian has lost the Privileges of Privacy or Modesty and this coupled with the fact that ‘We Don’t Play With Our Winky Anymore’ has had quite devastating consequences for Ian.
It has now been seven years since years since he slept in Mummy’s bed and under Nana’s Direction his Nights are now spent in the Nursery with his ‘Girlfriend’ Miss Dolly. Constantly reminded that Miss Dolly doesn’t have a Front Bottom, like Mummy, only serves to remind Ian that his ‘Tiny Baby Winky’ will never again visit Mummy’s Most Precious Place!
Wishing you a speedy recovery
Kind Thoughts
Courteney (Ian’s Mummy)
…
A Shameful Reminder
Dear Suzanne I always enjoy reading your comments regarding PP’s ‘training and tuition.’ As regards ‘Erotic Fiction’ I do have a Collection of ‘Appropriate’ Reading Matter which is kept in Ian’s Nursery and I often use them for his Bedtime Story Time. However his Collection of Erotic Fiction and Potty Training Manuals have a very ‘practical’ use as Ian spends a considerable time in the Nursery ‘copying out’ certain pages in is best handwriting! Having to sit there, hour after hour, in his Wet Nappy ‘copying out’ page after page of some Fictional Grown Up Sexual Experience simply reminds him of all those ‘Pleasures and Privileges’ he will never be old enough to enjoy. Poor Baby!
Courteney (Ian’s Mummy) XXX
…
Dear Courtneney. I am delighted to hear that you enjoy reading my accounts of my uxo’s petticoat training. The idea of maintaining a library of appropriate reading material for the pathetic pansy is something I should have considered. I now intend to do so.
Mistress Scarlet was good enough to provide a link to your inspiring account of Ian’s last Christmas. He must be so excited as he looks forward to the festivities this year.
…
Another ‘Wet and Wicked’ Christmas
Dear Suzanne How nice to hear from you again. Like you I also think Scarlett is AMAZING and often ‘hits the spot’ so directly! Yes Ian is facing another ‘difficult’ period one that the whole Family and our ‘closest’ friends will enjoy immensely! Although Nana, my mother, deals with the ‘corrective’ side of Baby”s upbringing my Daughter and I enjoy the ‘shame and humiliation’ constantly imposed on the ‘Child!’ Having to address me as ‘Mummy’ instead of Courteney at all times and my Daughter as ‘Auntie April’ means that our ‘Relationship and his Childish Predicament’ is obvious to all who are present.The lack of any Modesty or Privacy has been a fundamental feature of his ‘Training and Tuition.’ Whenever he feels the need to ‘make a Wee Wee’ he is required to tell a Grown Up and then wait to see whether or not he will be ‘rewarded’ for such obedience by being ‘Put on the Potty’ or ‘Perform in his Baby Panty. Either way it is always amusing for us to make him wait for the decision. Ian will spend much of his time in the Nursery, with Dolly, over the Festive Period. Afternoon ‘Naps’ and Early Bedtimes will mean he will be excluded from any and all Grown Up Activities although he will be able to hear all the fun and laughter going on in the House. It will indeed be another very miserable Christmas for our Baby Boy! Courteney xxx
…
Nursery Books
Dear Nadia apart from a range of Books, suitable for the Nursery, we have one or two on Potty Training. ‘Poo Poo Bum Bum Wee Wee’ by Steven Cowell and Erica Salcedo is a particular favourite as it has a Song in it which Ian has to sing for the Grown Ups!
Poo Poo Bum Bum I sing my Toilet Song
Poo Poo Bum Bum Wee Wee
I sing it All Day long!
The other Potty Book is called Boys Potty Time it comes with Reward Stickers and also has a Song which Ian has had to learn and Perform.
Unfortunately for Ian using the Potty is a Privilege one which can be ‘taken away’ should his ‘behaviour’ prove to be unsatisfactory!
Mistress Scarlet's Blog 
