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In this week’s featured video by Truly, Domme and former kindergarten teacher Dahlia Rain opens up about the path that led to her current lifestyle which she shares with her boyfriend John and her slave Fluffy.
“I did the normal housewife thing. There were things that were missing. There were things that he didn’t want,” says Dahlia in the video. We hear you! Many of our readers have been there too.
Looks like you’re living your best life now!
Can you tell us a little about your background, how you got started in being involved in this community, and about your current work within the community?
Danny Stygion: When I was 16, I watched a documentary on HBO called “Fetishes” in 1996. The documentary was about professional dominatrices at the New York Dungeon, Pandora’s Box. It opened my eyes to a hidden world of BDSM and fetishism. Around the same time, I came across Bettie Page, Dita Von Teese, and Marquis Magazine. I’ve always been drawn to the sight of a beautiful woman in nylons. That was my first fetish.
In 2002, I started doing photo shoots and producing events. The 2nd fetish ball I co-produced featured Dita Von Teese as our headliner. This was a couple months after she had just been on the cover of Playboy Magazine. In 2010, I co-founded Sinical Magazine (along with Jack Mallein and M. Porcine), which focuses on elegant fetish and dark pin-up photography.
What is your overall mission in relation to the Kink/BDSM community? How do your two magazines, subspace and Sinical Magazine, help to accomplish this?
Danny Stygion: My goal with Sinical Magazine was to present fetishism with elegance. The magazine grew slowly, but we’ve now featured many of the most recognizable fetish models, burlesque performers, and photographers, such as Dita Von Teese, Masuimi Max, Bianca Beauchamp, Steve Diet Goedde, and Chas Ray Krider, among others. subspace Magazine was launched several years later, and focuses on professional Dominatrices and the BDSM community. We’ve built up a decent network, and we produce two social gatherings/fetish balls a year, which gives our readers an opportunity to meet and network with like-minded people in a safe environment and enjoy performances. We are working towards producing a monthly private and members-only fetish/BDSM gathering as well.
What can one expect to find in each issue?
Danny Stygion: The magazines feature 4-6 exclusive and high-quality photosets with interviews with fetish models, burlesque performers, and dominatrices. We used to have more articles and fiction pieces, but it’s hard to keep consistent writers. I shoot a lot of the content myself, and Angela Ryan helps stylize a lot of the covers.
What is the most challenging aspect of your job? What is the most fulfilling?
Danny Stygion: Staying on schedule with people missing deadlines or not turning in quality content. Dominatrix sponsors changing their mind about their career path before the release of an issue.
The most fulfilling aspect is developing the network and reach of the magazine. Also, making an up and coming adult model, photographer, or dominatrix happy when we feature them.
What type of content do you feature?
Danny Stygion: Dark pinup/fetish imagery set against elegant locations or backdrops with moody/interesting lighting schemes. Stylized makeup and wardrobe, and fetish clothing focused on: nylons, corsets, latex, leather, etc. No cheesecake pin-up style photography. subspace Magazine focuses on the same, but has more Dungeon-type settings with interviews that promote Dominatrices, and articles that cover fetish/BDSM events.
How did your magazines get their start?
Danny Stygion: I researched magazine graphic design and self-publishing for several months before starting and launching the 1st issue of Sinical Magazine. The website was registered in November 2010. Print-on-demand services made it easier to publish magazines on your own, instead of having to spend thousands printing in bulk. Many magazines I’ve enjoyed and admired have disappeared from bookstore shelves, so I’ve been focusing on virtual distribution, e-mail marketing, and social media. I believe it is the way of the future for niche magazines.
How does one go about being featured in your magazine? How does one go about ordering your magazine?
Danny Stygion: We have submission information on our websites: www.sinicalmagazine.com and www.subspacemag.com. The images need to be unpublished. I rarely request a person to be in the magazine now. We receive enough submissions, and I shoot a lot of the content myself. People can order the magazines from our websites.
Are you a lifestyler as well? If so, how does this impact and/or benefit your professional work within the community?
Danny Stygion: I was married for ten years, and after my divorce in 2016, I started actively exploring BDSM and fetishism with various women in my private life. Post-divorce, I’ve consensually played with nine different women at Dungeon locations, hotel rooms, and even a graveyard once. I tried to have a personal D/s relationship with one woman, but it didn’t work out due to lack of communication and incompatibility. I did learn a lot from that experience, and I’ve had much better experiences since then. I’ve very busy, so I choose to explore kink in my private life when I have free time, as opposed to dating someone.
Can you elaborate on your photography, filmmaking, and publishing endeavors? Do you have any new projects you are currently working on?
Danny Stygion: I don’t do many trade shoots anymore unless it’s someone I really want to photograph for the magazine. I’m mainly hired by professional dominatrices to shoot their ads, and by up and coming models and burlesque performers. I shot a short film in early 2017 called “Solitaire”. My goal is to shoot another short film this Summer. I’m currently deeply involved in the co-production of the 8th Anniversary Ball for Sinical Magazine, which will be held in Houston. It is the biggest production I’ve been involved with. I would like to see the Sinical events develop into a multi-day event with workshops, play parties, and a ball. We are headed in that direction. I work with 3-4 other partners on these events: C. Baulch, J. Short, M. Porcine, and J. Mallein.
In your opinion, what is the best way to hone your craft?
Danny Stygion: To keep shooting and learning new lighting techniques. Keep an open mind. I’ve been shooting for 15 years, and I’m still learning. Editing a magazine and seeing submissions all the time has definitely helped me in knowing what makes a photo great, and being able to interview my role models about their techniques also helps a lot.
Do you have any advice for those that are new to the community?
Danny Stygion: If you are a model or photographer, I suggest you do some research and work with quality people, and consistently submit your work and develop a good portfolio. If you are exploring BDSM, there are events and gatherings in each city. That is one way to start.
What would you say is the biggest challenge the community faces at the moment? What can/should be done about this? How does/can your work help to remedy this?
Danny Stygion: FOSTA/SESTA has affected a lot of people in our community, and I believe it was safer for people when they had advertising avenues that had screening processes. It has affected the livelihood of many friends of mine who are professional dominatrices, and it has led to ridiculous censorship, such as hashtags like #lingerie and #stripper being banned from Instagram, for example. I try to do what I can with Sinical and subspace social media platforms, email newsletters, and magazines to help promote the people who support our mission.
Any closing thoughts?
Danny Stygion: I’ve poured what I’ve learned about producing magazines into an e-book guide called How to Create and Sell a Digital Magazine. I released this guide on Friday, June 15th.
Sinical Ball VIII will be held in Houston at the Westchase Hilton Hotel Ballroom on Saturday, Sept. 22nd, 2018, and will feature fetish and burlesque performances by Masuimi Max, Kimber Fox, Sabra JohnSin, and Mistress Genevieve. We will also have over a dozen guest dominatrices, workshops, a play party hosted by The Vault Dungeon, vendors, photo gallery, live body painting, and more. It will be a fun event and a night to remember.
About Danny Stygion
Danny Stygion (born March 21, 1980) is a photographer, magazine publisher,
filmmaker, and podcaster. He is the co-founder and editor of Sinical
Magazine, established in November 2010. Sinical Magazine focuses on
alternative culture and fetish fashion and has featured the world’s top
alternative models such as Dita Von Teese, Masuimi Max, and Bianca
Beauchamp. The Sinical Magazine Podcast was founded in 2015.
In 2013, subspace Magazine was launched, focusing on professional
Dominatrices and BDSM.
In 2015-2016, he produced a series of magazine issues for NightCulture,
Inc., a producer of live electronic music events.
In late 2016, he co-founded an independent film and video production
company called LP-1126 Productions.
www.stygion.com
www.sinicalmagazine.com
www.subspacemag.com
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A Maid no more
I don’t think he could believe his eyes, the sorry fuck. He was staring at himself in the mirror like he was from another planet, and I suppose he was, in a sense. I suppose I saw some kind of hope in those frightened eyes of his. He really must have felt that I had some intention of letting things go back to the way they were just a few days ago. In that moment of his misunderstanding I almost felt sorry for him but for the fact that this was the key to all of my dreams…I mean, it was only…
…a few days ago…
“Jeanette, where are my slippers?”
His voice wasn’t as irritating as usual for some reason. I couldn’t put my finger on it, exactly, but when he was calling me to get his comfortable slippers to change into, there was something to his tone that was… different.
“One second, sir. I will bring them directly. Please have a seat and I will be right there.”
Always professional, as I had always been. I have been a professional housekeeper and maid for the last 5 years or so, right out of high school, as it was something my Mom was good at, and her Mom before her. Family calling, if you will. I started working for the Williams’ a couple of years ago and although they were more formal than most initially things had become a little more… casual lately. Aside from the obligatory black and white maid’s uniform I had to wear (complete with bonnet and apron), there were only a few ‘Old school’ traditions I had to adhere to with the Williams’.
The slippers were in their usual place, so with a muffled sigh I picked them up and brought them to the foyer.
“Here you are, sir. They were in your study, sir.” I did a half-curtsey as I had grown lazy over the last year or so. Although I knew all the formalities, I was lax in my technique. If only I had an idea how much I could have slacked off I could have had a cushy past 2 years.
“Oh, thank you so much, Jeanette. I am so sorry I forgot them there…” His voice trailed off. The apology was very sweet and sincere. It made me smile.
“Not a problem, sir. After all, it is why you pay me!” My smile warmed him up, as it always seemed to.
“Oh, why, thank you, Jeanette. I suppose it is…” There it was again. His voice, trailing off in a sweet tone. Something to it that was distracting me.
“Anything else, sir?”
“No, Jeanette, I… that is, not at all. Please, enjoy a break.”
“Certainly, sir. With permission, I will head outside for a few before Mrs. Williams’ gets home.”
“Of course, Jeanette. Thank you.”
Why the hell was he thanking me? Whatever. Spinning on my shiny black mary janes I headed to grab my cigarettes and lighter, and head to the back patio as I would a few times a day.
Lighting up and taking a deep drag, I let a little snap inhale out as I thought on my day. Mr. Williams was acting strangely for the last week or so, but I didn’t care as he was always harmless and in any case, we were about the same height. I suppose if it came down to it I could get away with a swift kick to the groin? Harsh, but maybe I was getting a little fed up with things in general.
And then it hit me.
I was getting a little upset because over the past few weeks Mr. Williams wasn’t exactly coming across as the Head of the Household to me. Not that Mrs. Williams was any more assertive, either.
Just then I heard Mr. Williams raising his voice from just inside the back door. He was on the phone, and likely to his office from the sound of things. I picked up the last few sentences…
“…I don’t give a fuck if you have to work until midnight! You dropped the ball since DAY ONE of this project and I am DONE having to hold your fucking HAND! Is that clear? I swear, if I have to…”
I got so excited hearing Mr. Williams all worked up and angry. I have no idea why, but for some reason I couldn’t help but want him. I could feel myself warming up at the thought…although Mrs. Williams was a lovely woman, the fact is I could tell they were drifting apart as a married couple. It didn’t matter to me as long as the checks cleared, so this new…development I was having left me without any shred of guilt if anything DID happen. As if I usually felt much guilt, anyway.
I hurried inside and saw Mr. Williams getting something from the refrigerator. I decided to make my move.
“Oh! Shit, Jeanette you startled me!”
“Yes, well, sorry for that Mr. Williams. I couldn’t help but overhear a little of your phone call and I wanted to check on you…”
I moved closer, holding the door to the refrigerator open as I leaned towards him.
Suprisingly, he leaned back, almost scared.
“Oh, that, well, I, that is… well, work has been a little stressful. Aside from you, Jeanette, it can be VERY hard to find good help!”
His little joke was followed by laughter. Nervous laughter.
Too nervous for me to ignore.
“Would you like me to fix you a drink, sir?” My smile shone, and was relentless now. I had no point on letting my eyes leave his, and I saw him practically shrink away from me.
“Yes, that… er… that would be lovely, Jeanette.”
“Certainly, Mr. Williams. I will be right back. Please have a seat in the living room, sir.” I stood there, forcing him to move past me to get back to the living room. Carefully, I leaned back to accentuate my cleavage while seemingly allowing him room to pass.
He didn’t know how much of a tease I could be.
As he approached and his nervousness was clear, I waited until he was near me, and leaned into him, my voice little more than a harsh whisper directly into his face. My tone was thick and teasing.
“Scotch and soda as usual, sir?”
He shuddered.
“Yuh… yes please, Jeanette.”
I smiled and waited. He spoke nervously.
“Uhm… excuse me?”
I let him pass. His reaction was a little surprising to me, considering the smoke on my breath (the Williams’ were non-smokers) and the fact I practically pinned him against the wall.
“Thank you, Jeanette.”
Lovely. He was starting to melt.
I hurredly fixed the drink, anxious to capitalize on my success in flustering Mr. Williams. The smile I had could not be contained and was fueled by the tease, the infidelity of it, and the fact that my ‘Boss’ of two years was in the palm of my hand!
I strutted into the living room, drink in hand, and stopping in front of him in his huge comfy chair, I bowed low to hand his drink on a silver platter, my cleavage practically punching him in the face. His eyes were fixed, agonizingly, into my own but I could see an immense struggle to avoid looking directly into my bodice and the deep cleavage I offered him.
“Thu… I… thank you, Jeanette.”
“Of course, sir. The least I could do.”
“Yes, that is… I appreciate it.”
I wanted to see how far I could go here. After all, what was the worst he would do with everything he has shown me so far today?
“Yes, of course you do.”
He looked shocked.
“What? That is, what do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing, sir…” I spun again on my heels and shuffled out of the room, careful to sway my hips and skirt to and fro.
I waited. I knew he wouldn’t wait long.
“Jeanette? I would like another, please?” His tone was appropriately respectful. And that was when it hit me. That was the new thing I was noticing about him lately. He was more respectful with me and, to a lesser extent, Mrs. Williams.
In other words, he was weaker.
It occurred to me that he must’ve slugged his first drink down like a shot. I decided to weaken his resolve and made the next one stronger.
“Well, here you are, sir.” My tone was a little less than respectful and I merely lowered the tray and drink to within his reach. No deep cleavage for him this time.
“Uh.. thank you, Jeanette.” He was disappointed. Looks like he expected the curtsey from me, after all!
“Yes, of course.” No ‘sir’. Let’s see how that worked for a while.
I turned and left, practically counting the minutes to see how long before he would call me back.
I didn’t wait as long this time.
“Uh, Jeanette? Are you there? Could I have another?” His tone was a lot more… what was the word? Anxious? Nervous? Hungry, perhaps?
No.
Desperate.
This drink would be the strongest yet and I expected to be done serving drinks to his empty gut after this. He would be ‘Good to go’.
“Here you are. Enjoy!” I barely reached forward at all and made him stretch to get to the drink. The look on his face was priceless… a perfect image of ‘need’.
“Thank you, Jeanette. I really appreciate you doing this.”
“What, you mean my job?” I was barely being polite at this point.
I wanted to know how far I could push this.
“Well, I suppose, Jeanette. It’s just that…”
“What? You are having the tough time at work? I guess…”
“I don’t understand, Jeanette? What do you mean? We pay you well?” He was genuinely concerned. And genuinely hooked.
“Whatever. I get to wear this outfit and clean up after you, Bob. How happy should I be, Mr. Big Shot Executive?”
“I, excuse me, Jeanette, but please call me ‘Mr. Williams or, that is…” I saw he was trying to push back a little.
I knew how to handle that.
“Bob, I asked you a question.”
This would be it. Moment of truth. I laid my cards on the table, put myself in front of him looking like I do in my too-tight maid’s outfit, cleavage bursting, and standing as if I was Queen of the World.
His move.
“I see your point, Jeanette. I can see that you aren’t exactly happy.” The crushed look on his face was adorable.
“An understatement.” I deliberately put my well-manicured hands on the curves of my hips. My stance was confident, and the look on my face was stern.
“Yes, Jeanette, I am sorry about that. Is this about a raise?”
“No, but now that you mention it, I need one. No, this is about something else, Bob.”
“I see, well, I am sure we can work out a raise…”
“I wasn’t finished, Bob.” I cut him off again. Something I have been trained NEVER to do. Well, so much for THAT.
I paused. He clearly was getting the message and quietly waited for me to speak. His breathing was labored, and I could see him start to sweat. He was getting hot, but then, so was I.
“As I was saying Bob…” Emphasizing that I would not be using either ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Williams’ in this conversation, if I ever did again.
“I am seeing a pattern here lately. Do you know what that is?” My tone was condecending.
“No, that is, I don’t know what you mean?”
“You probably don’t. Well, I think it’s pretty clear that you have been the big boss man at work lately, is that a fair assessment?”
“Yes, Jeanette, it is…”
‘Jeanette’ wasn’t going to work anymore, but best to wait to spring THAT change on him.
“Of course it is. And lately around the house you have been, well, let’s say LESS so, is that correct?”
“I, that is, I suppose so…” He didn’t know what was happening but he sat there, sweating and hot, as I chided him.
“Suppose has nothing to do with it, Bob. I have noticed that you have demonstrated less of a spine around me lately. Why do you think that is?”
“I wouldn’t say…”
“I wasn’t looking for some EXCUSE. I asked you a QUESTION!” I shouted down at him. His eyes were pleading and weak and the rush of power was intoxicating.
“Sorry, Jeanette, I don’t know why that is.”
“Well, you can tell that I have been in charge of the household operations, correct?”
“Yes, Jeanette, you have.”
“Top to bottom, right?”
“Yes…”
“You have been in charge of nothing. You have simply been running around in your comfy slippers while I make dinner, drinks, clean, etc.”
“Yes…”
“Well, I don’t think I should be doing that any longer, do you?”
“I, why??” He knew he made a mistake but he couldn’t understand it. He tried to pull back or retract his statement.
“Uh, Jeanette, what I mean is…” He was scared.
Of me.
I had to be careful here, but I already knew where to go with lovely little Bob here.
I dropped the empty silver tray at his feet, leaned forward, and slapped him hard in his face.
“Shut the fuck up!”
SLAP! I hit him again.
“I am so sorry Jeanette, I didn’t mean anything by it…”
He apologized to me.
I slapped him. Twice. And he apologized to me.
Too easy.
“Fucking pathetic, you know that? You are a real piece of work.”
“What? That is, what did I do Jeanette? How can I make it up?”
“HA! Listen to you! Apologizing to the maid after she slapped you like a bitch! What an asshole. I knew you were sprung on me, but really? REALLY?”
My derision was thick, bordering on open hatred.
“I, what can I do?”
I mocked him.
“‘Oh…what can I do??’ God, you disgust me. No spine. Treat your other subordinates like shit over the phone but here you are kissing the maid’s ass.”
“I am not, Jeanette, it’s just that…”
“You aren’t? You mean to tell me that if I told you to kiss my ass you wouldn’t?”
“Why, that is.. no, I wouldn’t…”
“Wanna bet?” My smile was wide and hateful.
“I….” He was stunned.
“Kiss my fucking ass, Bob.”
“What? I can’t…”
SLAP! SLAP! Hard on his face again.
“You can and you WILL, bitch. Kiss my fucking ass.”
He stared at me longingly. His eyes were sad and pleading. As if I wasn’t going to go through with it…
Laughable.
I simply waited for the inevitable.
He leaned forward and puckered his lips a little.
“HA! Oh my god! Look at you! Fucking pervert! You really want to kiss my ass!”
“No, I… that is… please don’t…”
“Don’t what? Well, Bob? Don’t WHAT?!?” I shouted in his face, the smell of smoke on my breath from earlier was carried farther by the spit I unleashed in my anger.
“Sorry, Jeanette, what I mean is…”
“Okay, enough of that shit right now. Jeanette is too informal for you, bitch. You will address me as ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Madam’ from now on, is that clear?”
“Yes, Madam, thank you.”
“HA! Spineless. The ‘thank you’ was a nice touch… looks like you can be trained.”
“I, well…”
“Shut up. Get out of that chair…”
He started to stand up. Big mistake.
SLAP! I reached my hand back after slapping him and pointed to the floor at my shiny shoes.
“I wasn’t finished! I didn’t say you can stand?!?! Now get down on your knees right here!”
He looked down where I pointed and dropped to his knees just like that.
“Wow. I didn’t expect that. You really are a pussy whipped little bitch for me, aren’t you?”
“I… yes, Madam.”
I laughed down at him.
“Good girl. Now then, what to do about you…”
He looked at me longingly, sadly.
“Aw how sweet… Bob here is just a sad little bitch for Jeanette, aren’t you?”
“I…yes, Ma’am.”
I reached my lovely red nail to underneath his chin, digging in a little and moving upwards until his throat was practically exposed to me. His eyes looked up desperately, hungrily. I suppose I should have paced myself in pushing him but this was all so…easy.
“Now, as I said earlier, you will kiss my ass with those lips that you kiss your lovely wife with.”
He seemed frozen, his mind racing, locked by my single finger under his chin.
“Please, don’t make me, Madam…” The plea in his voice told me all I needed to know about his limits with me.
So far there were none.
“Make you? I am going to do one better than that, you disgusting piece of filth.”
He was aroused, the tent in his dress slacks looked like it was capped with a damp spot. So not only was he aroused by my abuse but he was leaking, too.
“No, Ma’am, please no…”
“Beg me.” My smile was wicked.
“Please…
“Please may I kiss your ass, Madam?”
My cruel gaze froze him, my nail was carving into his chin which was turning white, and the look in his eyes was one of pure fear and adoration.
His fear would get stronger, and I enjoy letting it grow inside him.
I didn’t give a shit about the second one.
“HA! Listen to you… you really want it?”
“…yes, please, Madam. Please may I kiss your ass?”
“Well…since you begged so spinelessly, go ahead…knock yourself out.”
With that, I spun around and offered my round ass to his loving lips. I could feel them, soft, and caring, as they touched my ass with a tender caress. The boy really knew how to kiss ass…I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
“You really are a sad sight, you know that? But that’s okay… Madam Jeanette here has a plan for her little girl. From now on you will do exactly as I say without question, or you will be very sorry. You are to follow me, crawling, at my heels. If you are more than three feet behind me, you will be very sorry. If you get closer than two feet to my shoes, you will be very sorry.
“Basically, anything that results in me being disappointed in the SLIGHTEST, will make you very sorry. You will regret having been born, you spineless fuck. Is that crystal clear to you, bitch?”
“Yes, Madam.”
The defeat in his voice was delightful.
I left him there, kneeling, and I could feel him teeter forward as I took my ass from his lips and started to walk away. He dropped forward and I could hear him crawling behind me.
This was a test, of course. How well could Bob here follow his new orders? And more importantly, how much punishment would I be able to deliver once he failed? It wasn’t as though he was used to crawling around on all fours, after all.
I started for my room on the ground floor (the Master bedroom and Bath were on the second floor, the Maid’s chambers, washroom, etc. were all here on the ground floor) and moved quickly enough to make him work to follow me like the eager dog he was becoming.
The very thought that with each step he was more my pet made me hot and wet.
“Very good, Bob. You can follow orders! And you ‘heel’ so well!” My tone was matched only by the hateful things I was saying to him.
“Look at you crawling on all fours for the maid. I bet your employees would love to see you now, huh?”
I could feel his ego bruising with my words. So much so that he couldn’t answer me.
I gave him exactly two seconds and he failed.
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to face him.
Leaning down to meet his pleading eyes, I reached my hand back slowly.
SLAP!!
“I asked you a fucking question, bitch!”
“I am so sorry Jean…Ma’am.”
SLAP!
“Make that mistake again and I will truly hurt you. Now ANSWER ME, whore!”
“I am sure my employees would find it funny, Ma’am.”
“Funny? Find what funny, bitch?”
He almost was tearing up.
“Crawling. Crawling on all fours for the maid, Ma’am. They would find that funny, Ma’am.”
Satisfied in so many ways, I turned and kept walking back to the maid’s chambers… my room.
I stopped at the door. Opening it, I gestured mockingly.
“Ladies’ first, whore….”
He bowed his head slightly and crawled into my room. I followed behind, closing and locking my door.
“Now then. You are probably wondering why we are here.”
“Yes, I…”
SLAP!
“It wasn’t a question, worm. I don’t care what you have to say for yourself. Interrupt me again at your own fucking risk.”
“Yes, Ma’am… I am so sorry.” Yes, he really was. As I gazed down at him, almost shivering with fear, I felt a hot rush come over me. Here he was, my ‘Boss’ on all fours and afraid of me. All the while his little dick was stiff and dripping.
“Well, I am sure you are wondering why I led you here. Well, here are the facts.
“You, Bob, are a little prick. It looks like you HAVE a little prick, too, but first things first.” I paused to let the insult to his ‘manhood’ sink in. After all, I couldn’t have my new slave deluding himself with dreams of actual sex with me.
No, that would never happen. His weakness and his dick were tools that allowed me to subjugate him. I decided to illustrate the lessons.
“You are my bitch. That is a statement of fact. Take off your clothes while I continue.”
Stunned, he sheepishly started to remove his shoes, then shirt, then unbuckled his pants, and slowly slid them down, all the while glancing up at me in the hopes I would stop this and somehow preserve his poor ego from further damage.
As IF.
“As I was saying…. you are my bitch. As my bitch, you no longer deserve clothes. Well, male clothes, anyway. No, as a spineless little whore for me, you will be dressed appropriately even if that is not dressed at all.
“That means no more male clothes for you, if any clothes at all. Your naked little shame should be on display for me to laugh at, punish, or ridicule. Actually, probably all three.”
My smile was as wide as could be and I could barely contain my joy at these events.
“See how your little cock is stiff and dripping as I abuse you and put you in your place? That is all I need to know. You will suffer, and as long as that disgusting thing of yours keeps begging for more I assure you that your life will be miserable.”
I walked to my closet, and although it was full of surprises for my new piece of property, I was only interested in one particular toy. I had to establish the order of things, and quickly.
Turning back to face him, smiling my lovely smile, dressed in my too-tight formal maid’s uniform, my well-manicured nails catching the light, I held up the toy in plain view for my naked, kneeling, former boss.
The dildo was thick and black, too large for me most times, but that wasn’t important for tonight. After all, this was about power and pain. I slipped the harness up one leg slowly, revealing my lacey black panties and my sheer stockings, and fastened the dildo to it firmly. Letting it hang there, staring at him, I grabbed the base firmly with my left hand and slowly pointed to the floor in front of me.
“Crawl to mommy, you faggot.”
He stared, wide eyed, from his place on the floor. I waited for a moment and watched as his still stiff cock kept glistening with pre cum slime.
Bob wanted to make Madam Jeanette happy no matter what the cost.
I wanted him to know he was no longer in charge and I knew this would hammer the point home, pun intended.
“You realize that I am not going to tell you what you have to do, don’t you?”
“I do, Ma’am.”
“I want something from you, well, more than that lovely ass, anyway.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” So adoringly compliant.
“Well?” My smile was warm and his eyes drank it in. He was all mine.
“May I please….” He hesitated. I would allow him this as I wanted him to truly feel this moment.
“Go on?” I met his eyes and watched him stare longingly at me. Was it mercy he wanted?
“May I please suck your cock, Madam?”
“Aw, so sweet of you to ask.” His face flushed with shame.
“Come closer.”
I thought of all the things I wanted to do with him as he crawled ever closer to me and my strap on dildo dangling crudely between my legs. I smiled down at him as I thought of his lips wrapped around my fake tool and the idea of how hard I was going to make this ordeal something he would never forget. Which is why I leaned over and pulled my camera into full view.
He stared blankly and slack jawed up at the camera. I didn’t hesitate.
FLASH! The camera’s image of his gaping wide mouth was perfect, showing just the very tip of my artificial cock challenging him to swallow it. I moved the cock a little closer and, my eyes freezing his in a locked stare, another FLASH! as my camera caught another embarassing image of the soon-to-be-cocksucker.
“I….” As he started to stammer something I moved my cock to touch his lips.
“Shhhhh…. there, there, whore… get your mouth to work on my cock. Show me what a little faggot you are while I take these pictures…”
FLASH!
He hesitated. I let him have that, also. The look of confusion and disgust on his face while this monstrous cock bobbed near his open mouth made for some amazing photos regardless of whether or not he was actually sucking me yet. And besides, I knew it was going to happen and the longer it dragged on the more painful it seemed to be for him. I was flushing hot. This was all working so well.
I stood there, imperiously, owning the moment even as I owned my former boss, and gently took my hand to the back of his head.
“Now, enough hesitating, bitch. Let’s take some pictures of you showing what a dirty little homo you really are, shall we?”
“Please….don’t…” Ignoring his plea, I continued.
“I asked you a question” I gazed harshly down at him. He was clearly losing his grip on his masculinity, tenuous though it may have been recently. He moved closer to the cock, closing his eyes and wincing. I hesitated a moment and took a careful, almost understanding, tone as I whispered into his ear.
“No, no… not like that…” He turned to look at me, terrified, and I moved the camera while he moved his lips onto my cock. FLASH! I pulled the cock away again, just a little.
“You have something to do first.”
He was confused. I was growing to love that look. Even so, I changed from a hot whisper to a violent hiss into his pathetic face.
“Beg me, FAGGOT!”
“Please, Miss Jeanette, may I suck your cock.”
“Good. Well, a start anyway. Try again.” FLASH! My camera got his fear and his humiliation as his lips wrapped around the cock violating his barely-willing mouth.
“Please may I suck your lovely cock, Miss? May I please lick it and suck it, Miss?” His sincerity was almost moving. FLASH! Almost.
“Sure. Go nuts, whore.” My smile was wide as I glared down at him.
“Disgusting. You really seem to know how to please a cock… you have a great technique… are you sure you haven’t done this before? Like, a LOT of times before?” He tried to mumble something but I just shoved his head further down on my thick dick.
“Wow. You are taking almost the whole thing, aren’t you, fag? Damn. I can’t even get the tip in without hurting and here you are with your whole mouth on it. Slurping. Sucking. Just like a whore. A real pro. You are inspiring me. I bet you could suck just about ANYthing after this, huh? And I can tell you would make a fleshy cock REAL happy! I bet you could coax a hot load from even a fake cock like MINE!” I was laughing at him and I was drinking in the fact he was tearing slightly from the shame, humiliation, and pain of the violation. He was losing his masculinity and being turned into something else. Something obedient. He was breaking more with every moment.
I have to admit the next few hours were a bit of a frenzy for me. I forced myself on him as he sucked me off like a back-alley whore. I got tired of towering over him and sat at my Vanity while he ‘pleasured’ my strap on cock. It was all so surreal…
“You really are gulping my cock down, aren’t you? And you begged for it, too? Nasty slut.” FLASH! He moaned at the latest flash, clearly afraid and trembling now as he knelt before his former maid and sucked her thick strap on cock.
“Didn’t like that one? Didn’t it show off your… good side?” Chuckling, she started fucking his face hard, her hips hammering into his not-quite willing mouth as the cock slid in and out of his wet, dripping, lips. FLASH!
“How about that one?” FLASH! “Or that one?” FLASH! “Now look up at the camera, whore…” FLASH! “Yeah, that caught your fear really well…” FLASH! “And there’s no mistaking who it is deep throating my cock like a back alley prostitute.” FLASH! And so it went for what seemed like an hour to him.
“I am getting sick of this… show me you want it, whore.” She grasped his head roughly and forced him back and forth onto her cock as he struggled to maintain balance in the force of her hips and manhandling. FLASH! The camera caught his sweat, his desperation, and his struggle to desperately try to keep his sucking mouth on her thick cock as it forcefully penetrated his seemingly hungry mouth.
“Yeah.. just like that, keep sucking, faggot. Look at you, how proud your parents will be if they see these pictures… actually…WHEN they see them!” FLASH!
“Whuuuuu!” He mouthed a frightened mumble into Jeanette’s crotch and cock.
“Oh, you didn’t think I was taking these pictures just for your personal album, did you? Oh no, whore, I have plans for you. And them. Soon you’ll BEG me to ‘out’ you as a sissy cocksucker to your family… and your friends… and basically anyone I feel like…you are here to service me.”
Although clearly upset he continued to suck and slurp while his drool went around his lips, down the shaft of the now glistening cock, and added to the noise of his cocksucking.
“Nothing to say to that? Not even trying to say ‘Stop, please, don’t!'” Her mocking tone made his face flush an even deeper red of pure shame.
“Of course you aren’t, bitch. You know you’re place…” FLASH! “I have been taking dozens of pictures of your whore mouth wrapped around my cock and sucking for all its worth…” FLASH! “There is no way you can think that you are ANYthing except my bitch now, right?” She tugged hard on his hair and yanked him to one side, his mouth still affixed to her thick cock. FLASH! “I mean, look at you, desperate to keep sucking on my dick like your pathetic little life depended on it…”
He was practically crying now as it all kept sinking in.
“I bet it hurts you to think of it… the fact that your maid is your owner. No sympathy. No mercy. Just service at my hands.” FLASH!
“Mmmmmmm…” He was trying to agree, showing his obedience.
“And you are a drippy little whore while it’s happening, too…” She touched the tip of her shoe to his stiff dick as it strained for release. He practically fell apart from the twitching.
“So sensitive…” FLASH! Right at the image of her shoe touching his hard on. FLASH! “And I bet you’d like to cum? Desperate to make a mess after you’ve been so degraded and humiliated by me, huh?” He tried to nod his head while sucking her fake cock.
“Yeah, disgusting. Showing me just how horny and pathetic you are for my cock… for my abuse.” FLASH!
He tried to wince and hide, but she would not let that happen. Ever again.
“HA! Trying to avoid the truth, faggot? Trying to hide that you are just a horny little cumslut?” FLASH! She stroked his hard on gently, at first, but picked up the pace as he started to gyrate against her shoe and the friction she was causing.
“Yeah, like that, fag… show Mommy how horny you are…” FLASH! “Grind like a stripper on the pole for me…” FLASH! “I bet you wish you were anyplace else…” FLASH!
“Besides on your knees…
“Sucking my cock…
“Begging for abuse…
“And desperate to cum at how cruelly I’ve treated you…” FLASH!
“I am going to get the whole thing on camera. You cumming like a little slut while you fuck my shoe.” FLASH!
“Look at you… still sucking away and desperate to please me… such a whore…” FLASH!
“You’re going to cum now, bitch. You are going to show me just what a pathetic, subhuman, piece of shit you really are. What kind of man cums when he’s rubbing on a shoe?” FLASH!
“A filthy animal would have more dignity, don’t you think?” FLASH!
She stopped moving and he stared up at her, his eyes wildly desperate.
“ANSWER ME, WHORE!” She slapped his face with the slick cock for emphasis. He knew what he had to do.
Degrade himself even more.
“An animal has more dignity, Miss. Please let me make my little whore mess on your shoe while you fuck my face, please?” FLASH!
“Disgusting.” She moved slowly again. His moaning started up like clockwork while he worked his hard on into a frenzy.
“Yeah, just like that…” FLASH! She was smiling again. Her clinging outfit showing her sheen of sweat from her efforts at fucking his face raw. Her lovely smile was bright, in contrast to the cruel and dark things she was inflicting on this mostly willing subject.
“You’re going to make a mess while you suck my cock, whore.” FLASH!
And he did. He started grinding without hesitation as his hard on started spilling his hot, white, seed. She was laughing at him, and abruptly stopped her gyrations on his dick without missing a beat of her hips and fucking his face like a seasoned pro. He continued to slurp and suck at her cock even as he was losing his mind to pleasure from the mixture of humiliation, degradation, and stimulation. The puddle was thick and wide and he continued to suck her cock desperately. He knew what she wanted.
“Look at you… waiting for permission to stop, I take it?” FLASH! His nodding and bobbing head signalled her that he was learning.
“Repulsive little faggot. I’m almost done with you…” FLASH! “In the future you know you won’t be making any sissy faggot messes without taking a few loads yourself, right?” Her smile was wicked. He nodded.
“Good… and you know that it won’t be easy. ANY of it. You will be degraded and worked harder than tonight, bitch. I have enough to build on now, though… you are one trapped little whore.” FLASH! “I mean, a picture of you sucking a fake cock while you look like… this…” She gestured dismissively with disgust in her voice. “Would be enough, but a picture like THIS?” FLASH! “With you sucking with a puddle of YOUR cum between your legs? That is completely disgusting…”
He was shamed. But she wasn’t done yet.
“But I want more.
“Clean up your mess.” He looked up at her, shocked.
“With your tongue.” FLASH!
That evening passed in a blur for him I think. I know it did for me and like a kid on Christmas I couldn’t wait to get up the next morning and really start to play with my new toy. Maybe he thought he would get away by running off to work but I had other plans and since I always woke before the rest of the house…
I heard the shower running a full 30 minutes earlier than usual and since Mrs. Williams was downstairs enjoying the breakfast I prepared for her (Something I wouldn’t be doing for much longer, THAT was certain…) I knew I could do what I wanted.
Which was, to be blunt, remind my little bitch boy who was in charge in the house.
I heard the Master Bathroom door open and could feel a rush of hot air from the shower. I was careful to be quiet in my strappy heels on the plush carpet (thinking of where the stains might be from last night) and moved inside the bedroom and closed the door silently. I stood, hands on hips (a pose I would strike all the time, I thought to myself.) and ready to start in on him again.
The picture of him still dripping wet from the hot shower and trying to clean the filth off of last night made me tingle in victory. Before long I would have dragged him through so much shit a firehose with bleach couldn’t get the filthy whore clean. My smile was from ear to ear at the thought and went wider as he walked into the bedroom, just a few feet from where I stood. He was, as I pictured, a little drippy from the shower, a towel draped to cover his formerly private bits, and moving with purpose to the closet on the far wall to get dressed quickly.
“Do you think I would let you leave without paying your respects you pathetic little fuck?” My voice was pure iron and was matched only by my steely gaze as I looked him up and down.
“Please, Jeanette… I don’t know what to do…”
“Of course you don’t. You are a disgusting little pervert who must be TOLD what to do. From now on you will need my permission to fucking blow your goddamn nose or didn’t I make that clear last night, faggot? Maybe you forgot who was in charge with my thick cock down your faggot throat?”
I paused, smiling slightly as I thought of the image of his sad eyes looking up as I plunged my cock down into his mouth.
“No, Miss, it isn’t that…”
“Oh NOW you remember how to properly address me? Trust me, I am trying to be patient with you but I think I am going to have to take more drastic steps with you. Maybe your wife should see the pictures from last night so you can avoid any confusion as to your PLACE in this house? I wonder if you would be so distracted without that slut running around here deluded into thinking that she is still married to a man instead of the sissy faggot cocksucker you really are?”
I could see him flush with humiliation and fear even as his dick made a tent out of his towel.
“Well, I think we can both see just what you REALLY think?” I pointed down at his tent.
“That insignificant piece of shit between your legs seem to tell you what your insignificant piece of shit between your EARS forgets? That…” I walked up to him, confidently, powerfully.
“I…” Grabbing his little dick I emphasized my point. Painfully.
“am in charge. Of THIS!” I squeezed and watched him nearly double over in pain and shame.
“Of YOU! I am in charge, and you serve me as my whore. Kneel.”
Without a word he dropped to his knees and cast his eyes down at my shiny shoes.
“Lick my shoes while I finish explaining a few things to you, bitch.” He did, of course. His tongue caressing my shoes like his wife’s body.
“You are a disgusting pile of filth. A worm in a ‘man’s’ body. You deserve to be kneeling before your superiors and reminded constantly of your place on the floor, serving anyone who knows what a repulsive bitch you are. I know the truth. And more people are going to know. How SOON they know is strictly up to you, faggot. Should you keep disobeying me, or trying to pretend you are human, I will be forced to remove the doubts you have.
“Doubts that I am in charge.” I moved my other shoe to one of his hands and stepped down.
“Doubts that you might not deserve to suffer.” I leaned down and I could tell by how he froze he could sense me moving closer, my smell hitting his senses. My perfume. My arousal.
“Doubts about being a faggot, or whore.” I pulled his head up by his air and hissed in his face as he quivered, blushing, and clearly aroused to the point of dripping.
“Doubts that you enjoy this.” I took my foot and caressed his little dick in the towel and watched him squirm.
“Beg me to rub your dick on my nice shoe.”
Without hesitation he breathlessly spoke in a tone that demonstrated how aroused he was.
Lost. Hopelessly gone.
“Please Madam may I rub my little dickie against your lovely shoe?”
“So pathetic. Desperate, aren’t you?” I smiled down at him cruelly. Too easy.
“Yes, Miss… I am. Please…” I rubbed a little and watched, triumphantly as he started to move on my shoe.
“Grinding my shiny leather shoe the way a stripper grinds a pole. Fucking whore.”
“Thank you, Madam…”
“HA! And you’re grateful… I wonder what your wife might say if she say you here. Fucking my shoe like some dog humping a leg?” I pulled tight on his hair to cock his head to one side.
“Uhnnn… please, no, Madam…”
I spat in his face. A thick wad of spit that still smelled of my morning cigarette.
“Disgusting.”
“Thank you, Madam.” He was so ashamed. But continued to rub against my shoe.
“Doesn’t stop you, does it? You know the truth. You know your place. Fucking slut.” My disgust was obvious, and real.
“Yes, Madam, I am. Thank you…” He was moaning and clearly close to making his mess.
“I just wonder what Mrs. Williams would think if she saw you here, kneeling before the maid and begging to cum on her shoe? She’s going to know if she doesn’t already.” He shuddered.
“The truth hurts, doesn’t it, whore? Who knows I might have you tell her yourself, dressed in some pink dress or lingerie like a tranny hooker walking the street.” I drank in his fear and shame.
But he kept rubbing.
“Or maybe I will just have a chat with her and discuss how best to divorce you and split your life apart into pieces, leaving you with practically nothing. Least of all whatever shred of dignity you have left once I’m finished with you…”
“Uhnnn… please no, Madam…”
“I do not like to hear you mouth that word. Ever.” I kicked him. Hard. He reeled and grabbed his junk with one hand as he bent over. I lifted my shoe and touched it gently to the back of his neck.
“You made a little mess with your pre-cum, slut.”
“Please no, Madam. I have to kiss my wife…”
I pressed his face down, but not all the way. I needed him to do it.
“Beg me, whore. Beg me to lick up your slime before you kiss your wife goodbye with those same cocksucking lips.”
“Please… please may I lick up my slime for you, Madam.”
“For me? Oh, I don’t think so. No, it’s something you should do so that when wifey comes back in here and sees the mess she doesn’t think about what you might be up to. No, try begging again.” I looked down at him and could see him trembling in fear.
“Please may I clean up my slime Madam with my faggot tongue?”
Perfect. He was learning.
“I suppose, since you asked so nicely, whore. Put that face down it. Really down into your slime, and get it nice and clean.”
And he did. Enthustiastically.
“And what do you say, whore?”
“Thank you, Madam.”
I turned and left. I would have all day to think about how much fun this was going to be.
CAservice is an experienced, service oriented edge player in Los Angeles. Active in the local community, he is honored to be an Elite boy for Club WICK and a founding member of SSGA. When he’s not busy writing down the naughty thoughts in his brain, he can be seen serving at the feet of an number of Dominas.
Financial Domination is one of the most popular and controversial forms of BDSM currently trending. Many are dubious of the legitimacy of this form of domination while some of the most popular BDSM news stories center around women raking in the cash with these techniques. One point that cannot be denied is that many people enjoy this form of consensual, financial domination. Our contributor Jezebel Sinclair is here to offer clarity and tips on how to get started. -anniebear
The Complete Beginner’s Guide To Financial Domination
I’m no novice to the world of financial domination. I’ve been around since 2009 and have had my fair share of mishaps, errors, embarrassments and so forth in the industry since everything I did was trial and error and I never had anyone to guide me or mentor me upon entering the scene. Nobody is perfect but there’re always a few key factors that can help you steer clear of making the classic mistakes that most Dommes make upon making the choice to dive head first into financial domination. I decided to write this because one peek into my fetlife & email inbox will reveal an astounding number of messages from fellow Dommes who ask for advice. I had written a short blog in the past to help new Dommes which I even pinned as a page on my website for females navigating my site who need help and want tips but it wasn’t as thorough as I thought it would be and I still get questions every day so without further adieu, I’m going to get right to it and answer questions that up and coming ladies ask me often.
How do I get a slave?
The answer to this varies from person to person. It really comes down to your own personality and what you are/aren’t willing to deal with. Some subs require LOADS of time and if you’re looking for a quick buck without spending any time with the sub in question, you’re probably going to have a really hard time finding someone. Honesty goes a long way in this fetish and being up front about your abilities and experience is key simply because if you lie about your experience and then have a session with an experienced sub, he will notice. To get a long term sub you have to build a rapport with the sub in question and learn about each other. Remember that long term D/s relationships are exactly what they sound like – a relationship. Just because money is involved does not mean that it should be meaningless.
How do I make myself approachable/desirable?
This one is completely up to you. Different strokes for different folks. Everyone has different tastes when it comes to attitude and looks. To be successful you have to come to terms with the fact that you will not be desirable to everyone and that’s okay. The best thing I can suggest is to be yourself, be honest and fill out your profiles/websites. A well written profile with good content (photos, writing) is possibly the BEST thing you can do to help market yourself. Fill out every last information block, you never know when a sub will want to approach you simply because they think you have an amazing music taste or they like your vanilla activities. Remember that your profile or website is literally the only thing a sub has to go on to form an opinion on you and in this fetish first opinions mean everything. The way you present yourself is ultimately going to be what subs think of you. If you come across as someone who doesn’t care about their profile, has awful quality photos, only makes posts complaining, etc – subs will not associate you with class and elegance which is ultimately what I believe most Goddesses strive for.
This leads me to another thing, if all you do is post negatively, people will have a negative perception of you and will run for the hills if you approach them. Avoid posting about timewasters or sob stories etc – subs HATE it and so do most experienced Dommes. It stands out like a sore thumb to most experienced subs and they will steer very clear of anyone complaining.
How can I market myself?
Marketing is an extremely important factor in getting noticed in this world. There are thousands of Dommes both experienced and novice all striving for the same thing and in a niche where money is the key factor, the industry is absolutely cutthroat. When I joined the scene, I refused to get a twitter for two years and boy was that a mistake. Twitter is one of the best free marketing tools a Domme can use. Well executed tweets about both your kink AND vanilla life can reel subs in and get you loyal followers and lots of money. Hashtags are good to use in tweets but don’t overdo them – also, don’t forget to use hashtags directly in your tweet instead of after your main sentence. Everyone has their own definition of a good tweet but I’ll include an example of what I consider a good and bad ”marketing” tweet below:
Good tweet:
Bad Tweet:
The difference in the quality of those tweets is quite noticeable (and yes the second one was tweeted only for the purpose of screenshotting lol). You have to set yourself and everything you do to certain standards. If your standards are low quality, that will be the type of subs you attract. Every wonder why the “big names” in the industry always have loyal servants? That’s because they are marketing masterminds and put a lot of time and effort into what they do.
Do subs really care about good photos & graphics?
Short answer – yes for the most part. I know it’s tempting to post a cell phone selfie or a webcam snap quickly and get it over with but a light bit of editing on any photo can really make the difference between low tier and good photo. Always run your photos through a simple editor and fix any lighting problems, graininess, red eye etc. It’s a fairly simple rule to have. Quality over quantity is key. I personally feel that subs will appreciate one good photo with good lighting and a good pose over 10 photos with awful lighting and the same pose slightly altered. Filters are great tools too but don’t overdo them, as with everything, balance is key. Find the balance to create what you think is an awesome quality photo and hold yourself to those standards every time.
As for graphics, I’m aware that there’s plenty of people who don’t know how to use photoshop or can’t afford to pay someone to create graphics. That’s not an excuse – if you want a quality website with quality graphics, instead of bashing the Dommes who have them out of jealousy, LEARN. Teach yourself to create these things and it will truly help you as far as marketing goes.
Can I still appeal to subs without too many photos or graphics?
Yes, ultimately it comes down to your expertise as a Dominant and the attitude you have. The things I’ve stated in the last couple answers to questions are all really filler. Many subs look for those things straight off the bat and if you want to appeal to as many subs as possible, marketing and tons of content is definitely the way to go but you don’t have to have all those things to still be successful. There’s subs who can look past the lack of fancy graphics or loads of content and still see the Goddess for who she is – granted, in all honesty those subs are far fewer among the crowds but they ARE there. It goes without saying that you should STILL have a thorough profile to attract subs, if you only have a paragraph in your about me, you’re only going to attract low quality subs.
How do I come up with content?
How do painters create paintings? How do writers create stories? This is a pretty self explanatory question. You have to come up with content on your own out of your own imagination. Nobody will hold your hand and create your content for you. A good place to start is with the standard industry content ideas ex: foot photos, videos, some findom games, etc. When it comes to tasks, it gets trickier. Creating original tasks is actually a pretty big challenge. Brainstorming is great though. What I do is I have a notepad document open all day 24/7. If I have a sudden idea for a task, game or clip I INSTANTLY write it down and save the document just in case my computer were to crash. At the end of the week I have hundreds (I’m not kidding) of ideas on the notepad document and I choose one or two to carry out and elaborate on for a task or clip etc. From there on, the document only gets larger and larger. That’s the way I do it but everyone has their own creative ideas. Your best bet is to give yourself a weekly goal and stick to it.
I want to mimmick/copy a Domme I look up to.
Stop right there. Stop before you even think about doing it again. If you decide to copy someone chances are they WILL notice. It doesn’t matter if you change a word or two every other sentence. People who put time and care into their sites and profiles probably remember every word they’ve written and will spot a plagiarizer before you even realize they know. Stealing content is a HUGE issue in the scene and I’ve been in the scene long enough to unfortunately say that I’ve witnessed it far too many times. If you decide to steal graphics from someone or plagiarize their hard work it will be seen as a HUGE black mark on your career as a professional if that’s what you’re ultimately going for. Just don’t do it. If you decide you still want to do it, expect DMCA takedowns and public ridicule and know that everyone will agree that you deserve it. Originality is a necessity in this fetish and industry – if it’s something you lack, you are probably better suited doing something else with your time.
An owned sub messaged me, what do I do?
Ignore them. It doesn’t matter if they are offering you over $9000! Just ignore the sub and be respectful to what is someone else’s property. If the sub is slutting around, that’s entirely on him – don’t enable him. Something I personally do is message the owner if I know who she is. Respectfully let the owner know what is going on because they deserve to know that their sub is not being respectful to them. Screenshots and a respectful message letting the Domme know go a long way and will show the Domme that you are trustworthy and have excellent integrity.
Why do all my subs fail me?
The answer to this can be many things – some of which can be YOUR fault. Are you instantly collaring subs who want to be owned? Are you even putting them through a consideration period? Consideration periods vary by Domme to Domme but I find that just as it would be in an intimate relationship, time itself ultimately shows you who you are dealing with. You can’t figure out who someone truly is by having them send you a $100 giftcard every week for 4 weeks. The consideration period is EXTREMELY important for anyone wanting to have a long term D/s relationship and by standard practice, subs can be in a consideration period from anywhere from 6 months to YEARS. The best analogy I can think of is of a romantic relationship – think of the consideration period as the time you’re dating the person before you both agree that it’s time to get married. That’s how I think of it and it works very well for me.If you’re properly going through the consideration/collaring process and your subs are still failing you, maybe you have unrealistic expectations of them. If a sub made it through consideration, he obviously is a good sub and up to your standards but if he’s failing you after collaring, perhaps you’re being too hard on him which is VERY easy to do in this fetish. Greed is good for the most part but you have to remember that feeding your greed comes at a big expense to your subs wallet and unless your sub is the owner of a fortune 500 company and making millions left and right, you’re probably being TOO greedy. Set out a budget for your sub, micromanage. Set schedules, for payments, for tasks and remember that not EVERYTHING is about money in your D/s relationship and if it is, it probably won’t last.
I see Dommes publicly calling subs losers/worthless, why doesn’t it work when I do it?
That’s probably because they know or own the sub already and it’s something that’s within their dynamic. You have to remember that a lot of things in the industry are smoke and mirrors type things. Maybe the Domme and sub have a mutual understanding to where the sub gets off on public humiliation, likes to be called worthless loser etc but in private it’s completely different. Dommes roleplay with their subs publicly a lot and that’s not a bad thing. Remember if it’s safe sane and consensual there is NO problem with it – just remember that things aren’t always as they seem with people and their public relationships.
Will I look self centered if I post pictures of my tributes?
This fetish is ALL ABOUT self centered hedonists. For fuck’s sake we call ourselves Goddess, Princess, Queen etc. I highly doubt that everyone who calls themselves a Goddess is living up in the sky with omnipotent & omniscient powers. I highly doubt every princess or queen in the scene actually lives in a castle and rules their own kingdom. :p There’s nothing wrong in gloating and showing off the fruits of you and your sub’s effort. Anyone who says otherwise is probably unhappy with the fruits of their efforts and looking to shoot you down. People that are comfortable with themselves and what they do will be happy that other Dommes are being successful and in my personal opinion and experience, subs love to see their gifts posted and they love it even more if you remember who gifted you what. Just remember to do you.
How can I take quality photos/videos?
There’s a formula to good photos and videos that consists of various things.
Lighting is key, bad lighting can make an otherwise great photo AWFUL. If you can, buying a studio lighting kit on amazon is definitely recommended and they’re usually pretty cheap and yield great results. I’ve seen full professional lighting kits on there as low as $80 which I think is pretty within budget for most people. If you’re on a budget, maybe skip the mani/pedi one week and just buy the lighting kit instead.
Setting is another thing that can completely make or break a good photo or video. Nobody wants to see a photo of you looking beautiful but a dirty mattress without sheets in the background or a complete mess with clothes and trash on the floor etc. I think most of us have been guilty of something that can fit in this category at some point or another, I’m no stranger to this myself. I’ve taken many a photo with my laundry in the background in the past etc. It’s fairly simple, shoot your photos against a professional backdrop set (usually not more than $200 on amazon), against a plain wall, or get a shoji screen panel divider (usually around $150) – trust me it will help the quality of your photo/video settings immensely.
As far as cameras go, most smartphones nowadays have GREAT quality settings. I have the samsung galaxy note 3 and the photos & videos are extremely HD and super good quality. You don’t need to own a fancy camera to yield great results if you have good lighting and background. That being said, in my opinion one should always strive for the best quality they can and if your subs can afford it, I recommend you have them buy you a professional camera. I recently got a Canon t3i with the standard 55 mm lens and was extremely pleased. I also received an additional EF 50mm f/1.8 II lens ($125) which creates depth and awesome focus in videos/photos which I highly recommend to anyone looking for a good lens. It’s a little pricey but definitely worth it.
Is networking & making friends really that important?
100% yes if you plan on ever attempting conventions, doing interviews, being included in projects. In this scene as far as networking goes, you have to give some to take some. Making friends and networking might open certain doors that otherwise may stay firmly shut. This goes for both networking with Dommes AND subs. For example, there’s a few owned subs that have tributed me before they even met their Domme and we decided to remain friends once they were put under consideration/collared. They speak of our friendship to their Domme which in turn, opens doors to someday filming with their Dommes which will appeal to those looking for double Domme experiences and benefit both of us. The possibilities are quite literally endless
How can I network/make friends?
There’s plenty of ways to make friends in the scene people are for the most part very friendly and open to talking. Joining forums and groups and actively participating in them is a great start. Twitter is another great way to make friends. Follow the people who follow you back, reply to people’s tweets. Be active in findom chats a few time a week and you’ll make friends in no time.
That’s all for now but I hope this will help some of the newer Dommes and I’ll be pinning this to the Domme help page on my website! Remember to follow me on twitter @JezebelSinclair.
Jezebel Sinclair is a sadistic Arizona based Latina ProDomme, Femdom film producer, kink connoisseur & wild deviant. A legendary fetish model building an auspicious Femdom empire one slave at a time
With DomCon Los Angeles coming up this week, I thought it enlightening to examine the basis of all D/s relationships – the “power exchange.” After all, if you are attending, you will see lots of Dommes – from professionals to lifestylers – in their fetish wear. Thus power exchanges will be front and center — in your face, so to speak. And likely a vanilla or newbie friend of yours will say something like, “D/s isn’t real, it is just role play.” Not so fast!
In our world of consensual power exchanges, there is always the argument as to whether there is an actual exchange of power and who, in fact, wields it. Those doubters always use the argument that, “Slavery is illegal in the United States” or, “You cannot legally consent to be someone’s slave.” Those statements might be true in a technical sense; but I always counter with, “If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a duck.” When I see a slave serving his/her Master or Mistress, it appears that they are in a Master/slave state. I haven’t yet seen a slave tell her Mistress “get your own fucking cup of coffee” — as I have with vanilla couples. Until I see Masters/Mistresses and their slaves bickering like vanilla couples, one can only conclude there is definitely an exchange of power.
As to who wields the power, that is a more complex question. I think the actual power exchange is a two stage process. The first one is the negotiation phase, which I have covered in previous Kink Weekly articles. Here, in my opinion, the submissive holds the power. The potential slave has the veto power and is the one generally stating his/her hard limits. This “veto power” is, by its very nature, un-submissive and, from the Dom/me’s point of view, can be a bit unsettling. But, as I have stated, “Until you actually negotiate a D/s agreement, no matter how rudimentary, you are not anyone’s submissive.” But once we get to the next stage – the actual power exchange – the dynamic changes.
After the hard limits and parameters are worked out, the submissive, duh, submits. Now the power is ceded to the Dom/me. The Dominant is given authority over a negotiated range of the submissive’s life – from sexual to lifestyle aspects. The degree of this power varies from couple to couple, but the power is clearly in the hands of the Dom/me. And the power is real.
So, if your vanilla or newbie friend says something like, “D/s isn’t real, it is just role play,” it is time to set them straight. Yes, there are role play aspects in all relationships. But once in a committed D/s union – either by slave contract or any other means – there is definitely a power exchange.
Those sexy Dommes at DomCon LA – or at any BDSM or Fetish Club — might put on a good show, but they do have real, negotiated power over their slave or slaves. And even if the power exchange is just for a scene or a play evening, the power that the Dom/me has over the slave is quite real. And can also be a lot of fun!
By BaadMaster
After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.
Photographer: ReddDyver Models: anniebear and Theresa
The tables have turned. anniebear has taken command of Theresa. You know, they always say the good girls gone bad are the naughtiest of them all.
Subspace. We’ve all heard of it and some of us have experienced it. If you are unfamiliar with what it is I highly suggest you read my article about it here on Kink Weekly. However, I get asked in class when I speak to subspace if there is an equivalent for D-types. Yes, there is such a thing as Topspace or Dom(me)space. However, this is something you hear much less about. Not only do you hear less about it, but it also seems to occur less often than subspace. Why is that? I have a theory.
This theory is my own personal opinion based on what I know of subspace and having experienced Topping. Have I gone out and researched it? Nope. Have I interviewed 100 D-types about it looking for common threads? Nope. So take this for what it’s worth and, if you’re really interested, do more research. If you do, and find more interesting tidbits – please leave them in the comment section below!
Ok, so let’s use subspace as a starting point. In general, subspace refers to an s-type’s reaction to various chemicals being released in their system. The closest vanilla activity I can compare it to is a runner’s high. In both scenarios the individual is pushing past, or through, a painful sensation – allowing the aforementioned chemicals (adrenaline, endorphins, etc.) to kick in. These chemicals give a natural high feeling and increase pain tolerance. If you have experienced either you know that you also have to allow yourself to relax into, or give into this chemical change in your body in order to feel the full effects. As I mentioned in my previous article about subspace, everyone experiences it differently.
So with that subspace refresher, here is why I think Topspace is more difficult for people to achieve. When you’re Topping you are focused on numerous things – where you want the scene to go, how your bottom is doing, which implement you’re using, your aim, your surroundings, etc. When you are that focused and “in your head”, it is much more difficult to let go, or “give in”, to the chemicals being released. You may still have endorphins and adrenaline pumping through your system however, there is a huge psychological component to achieving Topspace. For a runner if all you keep focusing on are the components of running – how tight your shoes are, worry about a lace coming undone, the pain in your right knee, concern about which direction you’re headed or if you’ll become lost on your trail, etc – you won’t ever allow yourself to get out of your head and give in to that runner’s high. The act of running has to become second nature so that you aren’t thinking about it anymore. That’s when you can start to “fly”, so to speak.
This is why I typically hear of D-types who have a lot of experience speaking of getting “spacey”. They have enough experience to where what they are doing is second nature. Flogging, spanking, or whatever they love just comes naturally and they don’t have to think very much about what they’re doing. They can let go and allow those chemicals to take over and feel all floaty after a scene just like s-types.
I think it takes a long time, and/or a lot of experience to get to the point that a D-type can get there, for their play to really become second nature – which is why we hear of it less often than subspace. It’s like getting in your car and arriving home, not remembering the drive. Because driving and your route home have become something you no longer have to consciously think about. Once a Top can say that about their play, they are much more likely to experience Topspace.
Jennifer Masri is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist, specializing in Alternative Lifestyles for individual and relationship issues. She also teaches the BDSM 101 class series at Sanctuary LAX in Los Angeles every Monday evening. Read more about Jennifer on her blog, A Kink Shrink.
If you are a male sub this article might be the most important one you will ever read (this might seem excessive hyperbole – until this article saves you heart ache and wallet ache.)
Lately, with BDSM going mainstream, with “Fifty Shades” paving the way, there has been a plethora (not an “epidemic – after all Kink Weekly is not Fox News) of what I call “Predator Pro Dommes” invading our community.
(Warning: this might be extremely politically incorrect.)
With the decline of the adult industry and the economy in general, many female sex workers, pornstars and free lancers (who think this is easy money) have been looking for additional income streams. Enter the compliant male submissive. These men have been targeted by many greedy “Faux Dommes,” since submissives are, by definition, anxious to obey their Mistress. Although most, but not all, of these so-called Predator Pro Dommes are loathe to order a submissive to “Empty your bank account for your Mistress,” expensive wish lists, outrageous fees and pricey “tributes” are common and are red flags if you care about your bank account. (If you are an extreme financial masochist and want a Predator Dominatrix to leave you virtually penniless, or are extremely wealthy, that is your choice. Read no further. On the other hand, if you wish to participate in Financial Domination, as it is called, and skip most other aspects of BDSM, we will offer tips to play economically safe in a subsequent article.)
Now it is one thing for a legitimate Pro Domme to be compensated for her time. I am totally cool with that. But it is quite another thing to coldly and diabolically hustle a submissive into paying through the nose for a so-called Mistress who has no interest in BDSM other than as a means to enrich herself. Besides, not only can it be extremely expensive, but often these so-called Dommes also know little more than “On your knees, slave…worship your Mistress.” Thus, the submissive misses out on much of what BDSM is all about. All at an outrageous price.
So how does a submissive – especially a beginner – protect himself? (Again, this is usually a “Domme/male sub” situation.) This can be a bit tricky as some of these “Predator Pro Dommes” are quite clever.
The surest way is to hire a Pro Domme from a reputable dungeon. For example, Los Angeles’s Sanctuary would be one such place. There, the Pro Dommes charge a reasonable hourly rate, all are skilled and familiar with the lifestyle. And in most major cities there are reputable dungeons that offer similar services.
Another way is to ask for references. Talk to the Domme’s other subs and BDSM friends to get a feel as to whether this Pro Domme is a lifestyler making money or a bust out hustler trying to empty your bank account. If she refuses to offer references, that is a BIG red flag. Best to avoid her.
I would try to avoid meeting Pro Dommes on Craigslist or twitter; and although fetlife.com offers no protection, the odds of meeting a legit Domme there are greater. Plus, you can easily cross-reference there.
I also advise asking for a per-hour fee schedule. See if it is comparable to fees at a Pro Dungeon. If it is way out of line, or she says, “How dare you ask me, slave?” or some such way of avoiding the answer, another red flag. The key word here is, “Next.”
You might also use a skills/lifestyle interview. Is she adept with a single tail, cane or a flogger? Play-wise, what are her specialties? If she is vague here, pass. Is she a member of a local dungeon and which one? (This is easy to check up on.) If she says she only plays privately in her own home, this is a big red flag. You might also ask her how she became a Domme? How long has she been in the lifestyle? A good interview is worth a thousand bounced checks!
On the other hand, if the Domme interviews you, don’t come off like you have a helicopter and are Richy Rich, unless you are. You can ring even a legitimate Domme’s greed bell. Honesty does work both ways.
Ultimately, even if you are submissive, it is your money and time – and you have a right to insist it is spent on a reputable, knowledgeable Dominatrix who respects the lifestyle. Being a submissive does not equate to being a pushover for the unscrupulous.
Finally, if you are married, vanilla and need to experience some form of simple Femme Domme worship that these predators specialize in, why not get your wife to learn to dominate you in this manner? If it is easy for newbie “Dommes” to learn, surely your wife can learn it just as easily. You can also play Financial Domination games with little financial risk. After all, the money would just go back into your joint account!
If you are a single submissive looking for a Mistress, why go pro? Bide your time, go to socials and munches, join a dungeon and find a Mistress to share your life with. It might take a while, but you will likely avoid winding up alone and with no Mistress when your money runs out.
After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.
anniebear here, bringing you a question from our reader, Rabbit. This topic has a variety of opinions and would definitely be considered a “hot button” issue. We’ve enlisted all of our regular writers to weigh in with their thoughts. I’ve posted the question here:
“Hey, I’m a relatively young Domme (24 and have been active in the scene for about two years now) and I have noticed something that bothers me. I frequently get people telling me I’m “too young” to know I’m a FemDom.
I suspect the assumption is that I have never explored submission. That’s not true in my case. I tried it with a few wonderful male Doms I’m good friends with and found submission of any variety was just not my thing. I put a lot of thought and exploration into this decision. However the devaluing of my status as a Dominant continues. Older subs, older Dommes and male Doms of any age all state that they cannot take young female Dominants seriously and many of them hold the opinion that women of my age should enter the scene solely as subs.
I would like to ask what the fuck is with that? I recognize that the old guard used to be of the opinion that everyone had to start as a sub but this seems different. This seems specific to female Dominants in my age group. At what age am I supposed to have the “privilege” of being respected as a Domme?”
Baadmaster says:
Actually your question is a three-parter; thus I will try to answer it in three parts. Duh!
1. There will always be ageism in every walk of life. Not saying Drake is better than Nirvana (he is not), but most people in Drake’s age range hate Drake without even listening to his music. Ageism in action. This is nothing to worry about. Being young, you will ultimately get the last laugh!
2. I will cover the “Old Guard” issue in a future Kink Weekly article, “BDSM Urban Legends Exposed.” Here is a preview: “Our final Urban Legend is, ‘You cannot become a Master/Mistress without having been a slave or a bottom.’ This is generally credited to the Old Guard Leather Societies, the progenitors of our current BDSM clubs, dungeons and community. This statement, of all the ones we have examined here, has the most to recommend it. Although I personally don’t think bottoming is a necessary step in the education of a Top, there are lifestylers whom I respect who think it is. It can be argued both ways. And although I don’t feel it is a necessary step, bottoming would surely give the Top a perspective that would be enlightening – in addition to a well-rounded education!
3. Respect is not a universal credential that you earn and everyone instantly respects you. I have heard behind-the-back dissing of some of the best Dom/mes in my community. Even our President is disrespected. I would say be as skillful and knowledgeable a Domme as possible and let the “respect” chips fall where they may. You will never get everyone to respect you; there are too many haters out there for that. But if you are respected by people YOU respect, that should be more than enough to reward your efforts.
Jenn says:
It’s interesting because I see this as an issue for young male Doms as well. I think it has to do with the thought that in order to be a Dom/me – it is assuming you wish to be (or are already) a Dom/me to a sub – that before you take the lead in someone else’s life, you need to have your own life together. Typically the younger you are, the less likely for that to be true. Your 20’s are normally a growth phase in one’s life where you are still discovering who you are as a person, getting your shit together, etc. So I think it’s difficult for people to accept that someone in their 20’s can do this not only for themselves but someone else as well.
In my opinion there is also a difference between being Dominant – or having a more Dominant personality – versus being someone else’s Dominant. It seems that s-types are given more of a pass because if you’re younger it fits our expectations that you still need someone to take on a leadership role in your life. However, again in my opinion, an s-type in their 20’s shouldn’t rely on a D-type to lead them. They still need to live their path and work on self – focus on growth, etc. When an s-type blindly follows without really knowing themselves first it is a set up for being taken advantage of, or worse.
All in all – I think this opinion is of both female and male D-types, perhaps people just feel more comfortable voicing their opinion to the females. Not sure. But I really don’t think in general it’s a Domme only issue/assumption.
anniebear says:
I think the biggest issue I’ve personally witnessed is a young, inexperienced Dom/me acting like they know everything. Most people within the scene would agree that you have to have experience and knowledge to back up all of the talk and ego. You can’t simply call yourself a master and then go messaging submissives expecting them to fall at your feet. While this does not sound like what you’re doing, most of the naysayers are probably used to this type of behavior so will be dubious of any young Dom/mes and unfortunately more so a FemDom. Sexism exists, even within our “open and accepting” community of kink. I say, keep doing you. Treat others with the respect that you would want towards yourself. Build your circle of friends and play partners and pretty soon you’ll be able to be a positive example and future mentor for other FemDoms.
Dexx says:
I know at least one female pro-domme in LA who has received similar comments from some people. Emphasis on the some – I would say many of the kink crowd down here wouldn’t put too much stock in the age – people want to play with people that they connect with. If I were ever to bottom, I don’t think I would think too much about the age of the top, but I would put a lot of value in the experience of the top (which can be, but isn’t always, related to age), and my chemistry with the top. Maturity, and the way a person carries herself are big factors – I know some 24 year olds who act like teenagers, and others like interesting, engaged, well-rounded adults. Having never met you, I can’t comment about whether this is a factor in your case, but something to consider.
Ultimately, you don’t need to care too much about these other people’s opinions. If you know you are a domme, be a domme. Embrace it, enjoy it, and screw the haters.
If you have any advice or opinions for our dear reader, we’d be happy to hear them in the comments below, we only ask that you please keep the conversation constructive and educational for all.
“The elephant in the room.” You’ve heard that expression a million times. For us at Kink Weekly, the “elephant in the room” is Fifty Shades of Grey. It has brought a kinda-sorta BDSM consciousness to the masses; its effects, both good and bad, cannot be ignored. This article will not address the pros and cons of this film, but rather it will expand on one of the most discussed aspect of it – slave contracts. While BDSM styles, protocols and rituals come and go, slave contracts endure. Slave contracts, to this day, are an integral part of many D/s and BDSM relationships. Why?
First, they are sexy. One cannot get hotter than a paragraph that says, “I will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Master…”
Second, they remind the Dom/me and the sub of their duties during the term of the contract.
Third, they do render a small amount of legal protection were issues of consent to arise. (One cannot legally consent to being beaten; but a contract with the word “consensual” in it can mitigate some legal concerns.)
Finally, they are fun.
As an exclusive to Kink Weekly, we have compiled a number of slave contracts. After all, one size does NOT fit all. Surely, with the selection we are presenting, you will find a template that fits your needs. And remember, these contracts are subject to negotiation!
This first contract is the one I use. It is not open ended, has some great general rules and contains a safe word. (Although some High Protocol Masters eschew the safe word, I always use it.) This contract covers a lot of the bases – especially addressing “Work Rules of Conduct.” And the “I” is in lower case to reinforce submission!
Master/Mistress and Slave
Of my own free will and out of a desire to express my love and devotion to the man (woman) i love and adore, i offer myself in slavery to my Master for the period beginning on __________ and ending at noon on_____________.
Although i consider myself to be slave full-time to Master, during the time period expressed above, i will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Master, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others.
General Rules
The slave agrees to obey her Master in all respects. his/her mind, body, heart and time belong to Him . The slave accepts the responsibility of using her safe word (red!) or safe signal (to be agreed upon) when necessary, and trusts implicitly in her Master to respect the use of that safe word. If a condition arises in which the slave needs to use the safe word or gesture, her Master will assess the situation, and determine an appropriate course of action.
The slave shall keep her body available for the use of her Master at all times. In addition, the slave agrees that her Master possesses the right to determine whether others can use her body and what use they may put it to. The Master will discuss all such instances in advance with the slave, to be certain that such play with others will not violate any established limits. The slave shall demonstrate her acceptance of her role of service and availability at all times while at home and at other times and places specified by her Master. The slave acknowledges that her Master may use her body or mind in any manner He wishes within the parameters of safety. He may hurt her without reason to please Himself. The slave enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect her treatment. Further, she accepts that if her Master tires of her noise, he may gag her or take other actions to silence her.
The slave will answer any questions put to her honestly and directly, and will volunteer any information her Master should know about her physical or emotional condition. While her Master expects His slave to speak honestly and forth rightly about anything that bothers her, she is not to interpret that as permission to whine or complain. she will phrase her concerns politely and respectfully, and then gracefully accept her Master’s judgment in these matters without further complaint.
The slave will always speak of her Master in terms of love and respect. She will address him at all times as either “Master” or “Sir” (see Public Rules of Conduct).
The Master may give the slave “free periods” in His presence during which the slave may express herself openly and freely. There will be no punishments applied during “free periods.” It is understood, however, that the slave will continue to address her Master with respect and love at all times and that deviations from the rule are subject to punishment at a later time.
The slave agrees that severe punishment may be assessed for any infraction of the letter or spirit of the contract, and will accept the correction gratefully. The form and extent of the punishment shall be at the Master’s pleasure, and the Master shall make it clear to the slave that she is being punished when punishment occurs. The Master shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon the slave that might require the attention of anyone outside the relationship. Master and slave agree that in extremes either may activate a free period by using the safe word. The free period will continue until both parties agree that the problem(s) concerned are resolved.
The slave is permitted to engage in any and all activities not actively forbidden by the contract or by later edict of the Master. All rights and privileges not otherwise noted in this contract belong to the Master, and He may exercise them as He chooses.
Private Rules of Conduct
On days when her Master is at work, the slave will greet Him wearing her collar, wrist restraints, and a shirt belonging to her Master. She will wear no underclothes in His presence unless given permission. On days when the Master is home, the slave will wear whatever is deemed appropriate by her Master. When in the same room as her Master, the slave will ask permission before leaving the room, explain where she is going, and why. At mealtimes, the slave will serve her Master, and sit at His feet while He eats. Food for the slave will be given by the Master at His discretion. When speaking to her Master or being spoken to by Him, the slave will assume a demeanor of alert attention and will meet her Master’s eyes directly, unless instructed to do otherwise.
Public Rules of Conduct
The slave will conduct herself at all times in such a manner as to not call attention to Master and slave. she will call her Master/Mistress by His/Her name only if the use of “Master” is inappropriate. The slave will defer to her Master in public. The slave may dress herself, but must seek approval of any clothing she wishes to wear in public. Unless specifically stated otherwise, the slave may not wear panties.
Work Rules of Conduct
No part of the agreement is intended to interfere with the slave’s career. The Master wishes the slave to work hard and honestly, in general to conduct herself in a manner calculated to bring honor and respect to them both. During periods of work, the slave is permitted to schedule appointments, to dress in a manner appropriate to work, and to leave the house when necessary. During periods of work, the slave may answer the telephone and discuss business without the expressed permission of her Master. With my signature below, i agree to accept and obey all preceding rules as well as any rules my Master may choose to issue at a later date. i gratefully consign by body and soul to my Master for His pleasure and use for the contract period noted above.
_____________________________________________ slave __________________ Date
I accept My slave’s desire to serve Me more fully, and take responsibility for her well-being, training and discipline to more perfectly serve My will.
_________________________________________ Master/Mistress _________________ Date
For those of you who wish a shorter, more general and yet more sexually based slave contract, I offer the following:
Slave Contract
This contract sets out the conditions of mutual consent under which _________________________ is to be held in sexual bondage and the terms of her enslavement.
Of my own free will, I offer myself in slavery to my Master/Mistress for the period beginning on __________ and ending at noon on_____________.
This contract also affirms that she/he shall be offered the use of a safe word (safe word: _______), the use of which in any situation whatsoever automatically stops any activity at that time.
Slave also has the right to cancel any and all conditions of this contract at any time.
Conditions:
I accept sexual use and abuse of my body while under discipline for any purpose.
I accept that I shall be placed in and kept under strict discipline within the negotiated time limit.
I accept any form of punishment meted out to me while under discipline.
I accept any form of restraint and chastisement, administered as Master desires.
I accept that the various forms of torment to which I am to be subjected may cause suffering. I wish it to be known through this document that I am aware that any such suffering is part of my training program.
I accept that I am subject to the absolute rule of my Master and those to whom he delegates that rule. This may be taken to mean that I am subject to sale, exchange, or loan without redress to those of corresponding status with my Master, but only within the context of this contract.
I accept that subtle rebellion is expected of me, and lack of it taken to the point of docility is likely to terminate this contract.
I accept that no form of disobedience will be tolerated when in the company of my Master, other Masters or Mistresses and slaves and that I must conduct myself precisely as instructed on each specific occasion.
I accept that I remain under the disciplinary code imposed by this contract at all times and am bound by it’s terms and conditions in all situations, whether closely supervised or not.
I _________________________, do set my signature to this document of my own free will, thus becoming the property of _____________________________, in full understanding that I may be used for any sexual or disciplinary purpose whatsoever, without prior limits.
SIGNED: _____________________________________ slave Date: ____________
SIGNED: _____________________________________ Master Date: ____________
Next week, we will be presenting two more slave contracts, one of which will include collaring. With this selection, we hope you
can find the right slave contract for your relationship.
By BaadMaster
After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.