The brothel slut blog

In this world of dom-sub, there is always a safe word: a word that is understood between dom and sub to indicate that the sub is in pain or absolutely cannot do something. The word can be a word agreed beforehand, or it can be simply a question, such as “is that a hard limit?”.

There comes a point when the dom knows the sub so well that such a word is not necessary and in turn the sub trusts the dom to look after it in any situation. When that point is reached, a safe word is not necessary. It doesn’t mean to say that the sub is comfortable doing a particular thing for its dom, but the sub knows that it will never be in any danger. Sub can however be squeamish about certain things, or reticent, and in these situations i think that there should be another word or phrase to indicate, not that the sub cannot do something, but rather that the sub will do that thing. And in this case the phrase comes from The Mistress:

“you will do that for Mistress”

When Mistress says these words the sub knows that it has no choice but to do it.

Last night the slut had a one-hour sexytext session with its Mistress. i don’t know what it was – perhaps it was the cough that had kept Her awake in the early hours of the morning. Mistress was complaining about upper respiratory problems that She had been suffering. In any case, Mistress was not in a good mood. In fact She was quite irritable and was clearly not going to stand any nonsense. The text session was very matter-of-fact. She fired off instructions for the slut to follow during the next week: visits to the museum: shopping for panties from 7 different stores: counting the infractions and adding the gifts to be bought from Her wishlist. Then a bombshell:

The Dicktator: the glory hole is next week
mscassandrasbrothelslut: Mistress?
The Dicktator: that will be on fri
mscassandrasbrothelslut: !!!
The Dicktator: well? you want to suck cock for me dont you?

The slut couldn’t resist the sheer power of Her will and all it could do was say meekly “yes Mistress”

The Dicktator: good, fri is is for that

The Dicktator: go put on your lipstick

Later Mistress Cassandra seemed to be toying with an alternative: a visit to a hotel bar, fully-dressed of course.

In the meantime the slut has a number of assignments to do – preparing some artwork, and recording some videos for YouTube.

The text session was interesting in another way. Up until now Mistress has been treating it gently, not pushing it too hard, as if She were introducing it gradually to this world of sissification and feminization. But today that seems to have all changed.

It’s a slut life

Last night the slut called into the Sissy Brothel Party Line, hosted by Ms Tara and Ms Cassandra. The slut was too nervous, and too inexperienced to even think about being one of the live callers, so the slut listened to the gorgeous voices of Ms Tara and Ms Cassandra discussing what their sissies would be doing in the Sissy Brothel.

In fact, for the occasion, the slut made its own play house – a miniature brothel all of its own! while it listened it stretched out provocatively on the bed, discretely sliding its teddy up to reveal a stocking top, all the time looking down demurely while trying to catch the eye of a peeping client.

The slut is very excited. Not only is there a special event tonight – Mistress Cassandra and Mistress Tara are hosting a Party Line Special Event at 9:00pm Eastern (see Mistress Madness for details), but Mistress Cassandra has promised the slut 5 hours today of pain, suffering, sissification, humiliation, stroking, teasing and orgasm denial!

Mistress Cassandra outlined Her plans for the slut during a long call on Wednesday night, at the end of which Mistress spun a fabulous story of Mistress worship, body massage, cuckoldry and cock sucking. Mistress’s story-telling was so masterful that the slut has been horny ever since, waking up in the middle of the night with an aching hard-on, constrained by its pink CB-2000.

The slut is so horny now, after 12 days of denial, that it feels like a filthy bitch in heat. Mistress Cassandra likes Her slut that way, because She knows that, when the slut is in this condition, the slut will do anything that Mistress commands.

Whatever you do, don’t miss the Party Line Special Event tonight. Not only is Mistress Tara a fabulous Mistress with an amazing voice, but this is a rare opportunity to hear Ms Cassandra’s sexy, sensuous voice and experience first-hand Her intellect and razor-sharp wit, and to understand why She has captivated this slut so completely.

The slut hasn’t specifically mentioned this before, but not only is it being feminized by the delectable Mistress Cassandra, it is also cock-locked. Mistress Cassandra, aka The Dicktator, has always wanted a sissy who would subject itself to chastity. Well, in this case, Mistress Cassandra has a chastity-lover who has subjected itself to sissification – of the highest order.

The chastity device of the moment is the CB2000 – a pink one, fitting the slut’s present program. The problem with this particular device is that it is quite small, and that prevents Her cock from extending to its natural, flaccid length within the chastity cage. The result is that her cock is scrunched up inside the cage, unable to get any sort of extension and that causes a problem with what could be called, ahem, dribbling. It doesn’t matter how many Q Tips are used to mop up the excess, or how much shaking, or mopping with toilet tissue, it always seems that, just when the slut has put on a fresh pair of panties, there is a small deluge. A plastic bag might do the trick.

Last night the slut was ordered to get cracking on buying shoes, pants and blouse. This was despite the slut’s misgivings about the value of forced feminization (see earlier blog post).

The slut is not enthusiastic about this type of assignment for 2 reasons: (a) forced feminization has to be enforced, otherwise it doesn’t have any effect and (b) if the forced feminization is not enforced then it is a waste of money.

In any case, the slut must do as the Mistress commands, so the slut went out to buy shoes today. Shoes are the most problematic because, unlike pants, shirts, dresses (which are available in all sizes, up to elephantine) ladies’ shoes tend to stop at size 11. Earlier, the slut spent three days wandering around the Fashion District in Manhattan, looking fruitlessly for women’s shoes in large sizes. So today the slut had another go, spending more time using the web to find what it needed. As soon as you enter “large sizes – shoes – women’s” you get 67,000 hits, but they are all online stores. But the slut persevered and eventually found a shoe store in Brooklyn that sold ladies’ shoes in sizes up to 15. The slut called and, yes, they had flats in size 13. So the slut caught the B train and visited a very scary part of Brooklyn. It’s fair to say that not many guys in Brooklyn go into a ladies’ shore store, ask for a shoe in size 13 and then ask if they can try it on. But the assistant didn’t bat an eyelid, and was incredibly courteous.

So the slut walked away with its size 13 shoes, in blue.

It doesn’t know what Mistress will want the slut to do with them.

Since this program started Ms Cassandra’s slut has had a lot of time to think about the sexual and psychological dynamics between dom and sub in a program of this sort. The slut concluded that, in the absence of a live-in Mistress to enforce the program according to Her wishes, forced feminization by phone needs something more in order to be a rewarding experience.

For those who like dressing up in girls’ clothes, putting on makeup and going out shopping en femme, “forced” feminization is not really forced in any sense, because the dom is a acting more like an enthusiastic girlfriend, allowing the sub to play and indulge in his fantasy to his heart’s desire.

There are those, however, who don’t necessarily get off on wearing womens’ clothing, but are excited at the idea that a powerful woman can force them to do something that they would not normally enjoy per se (dress up, put on makeup, go out on the street dressed up, etc, and in the process totally humiliate themselves in front of friends and colleagues). It is this feeling, of being subject to this power, that is the sexual rush.

During the course of this program this slut has been told, for example, to buy female pants and a female shirt (both in a pastel color), and also a pair of women’s shoes, and to wear them out during the day when shopping. When the slut was told to do this (in Mistress’s highly sexy, stern voice), the slut became very excited – the Mistress exercising Her power over the slut, forcing the slut to do something that the slut would not otherwise have the inclination to do. But by morning the reality had set in: the slut spends 4 hours traipsing over Manhattan fruitlessly looking for women’s clothes and shoes in its size. Even were it to find something suitable, would the slut really want to put it on and go outside? How would Mistress even know that it had, or hadn’t when She isn’t there to observe? And does She know that the slut is wearing the makeup that She told him to put on? What proof is there? When the slut thought about this, it realized that the whole program is farcical. In fact, this absurdity (i.e. the Mistress telling the slut what to do, but not having any power to enforce) has a powerful negative effect on the slut. Shopping then becomes a chore. When the slut can’t find what it has been told to get, it becomes frustrated and resentful of the program.

So how would forced feminization work in practise, without someone there looking over you to make sure that you did what you were told? i think it would require some combination of:

(a) foolproof verification; and
(b) significant financial penalty for either cheating or failing to carry out the task according to the Mistress’ instructions.

The first thing is for the slut to buy the things it was told (this doesn’t change): pants, blouse, shoes. The slut is then told to pay a (refundable) fee to activate the program. If the slut completes the program to Mistress’ complete satisfaction, the fee is refunded – of course Mistress will be paid for Her time to administer the program, as normal.

The second thing is to make sure that the slut wears the clothes. This is where the plastic locks come in useful. The ones with the serial numbers. A lock is placed on the fastener of the pants. Two small holes would have to be cut, and the lock could be passed through the holes. The lock could be concealed by a belt. The slut would have to wear panties and pantyhose under the pants (knee highs or stockings are no good for this purpose because they can be removed without taking off the pants – pantyhose is better). When closed, the lock would prevent the slut from taking off the pants, pantyhose and lingerie unless the Mistress consents to the lock being removed. If the slut has to go to the toilet (peeing should not be a problem), too bad. It will have to hold on. The slut should have thought of that in the morning. In the case of a real toilet emergency, the slut would IM the Mistress for consent. A replacement lock would be put on immediately afterwards, under supervision, of course.

Similarly, the shirt. Two small holes would be made in the front of the shirt, at the top, so that the lock would join the two sides of the shirt. The body of the lock would be on the inside of the shirt so that it was not easily visible. Under the shirt the slut would wear a bra, breast forms, and perhaps a camisole. When the lock is in place the slut would not be able to take off the shirt or the lingerie without cutting the lock.

For the shoes, the feet of the pantyhose would be glued to the inside of the shoes. Once the pantyhose is on, beneath the pants, with the slut’s feet in the shoes, it will not be possible to remove the shoes without tearing the pantyhose. Mistress would be able to tell immediately from a brief inspection if the slut had attempted to remove the shoes.

The slut would call its Mistress in the morning Her time – around 11:00am – so that the slut can get dressed, on cam, and the Mistress observe the locks being put in place. Mistress would have the slut test the security of the locks, to make sure they were in place properly, and totally closed. Mistress would note the serial numbers.

The third step is for Mistress to now assign the slut a task involving going outside. The task could be something simple like visiting an exhibition at a museum (entry to exhibitions usually requires a date-stamped ticket). Or the slut would be required to buy a lipstick of a particular brand and color. The slut would have until sundown to complete its task(s).

On its return the slut would contact its Mistress who would then decide when to carry out the inspection. Mistress may decide to leave the slut locked-up until the evening. If the locks are secure on the inspection, the clothes and pantyhose are all intact, and if the slut has correctly completed all of its tasks as required by Mistress, then the slut would be released from its prison of clothes.

Of course, this is all entirely hypothetical – an amusing diversion on a rainy day in New York.

The slut went along to the local dance studio (the famous Alvin Ailey Dance Theater) to check out the ballet classes. For a modest fee it was able to observe one of the classes, and it was actually a lot of fun – this was an advanced beginner class but it gave me an idea. The class teacher was the fabulous Kat, accompanied by Vladimir on the piano.

There were students of all types, mostly women and girls, but about 5 men as well. There was Pierre, a middle-aged Frenchman dressed in an outrageous spandex unitard, who looked like Salvador Dalí with his magnificent waxed moustache, and who i saw leaving the class sporting a brown fedora. Then there was someone who looked like Gerard Depardieu – a huge man, dressed in comfy black capri pants and black T shirt, enthusiastically waving his arms as if they were giant windmill blades.

The girls were gorgeous of course – elegant, with long necks and willowy arms and legs, dressed in beautiful tutus of pinks and blues, with the obligatory pink ballet tights. There was a group of very young girls who were obviously French, with slightly darker skin and thick, black eyebrows, sent to ballet class by the parents who didn’t want them to miss out on a proper French upbringing.

But Kat was the best: i only hope that i get her as a teacher when i attend my first ballet class tomorrow. She was from the South, and obviously missed the warm weather, because she kept referring to palms, and fronds when telling the students how to move their arms.