Dominas, Discipline, & Tears

Domina World
For Outsiders, female control of male sexuality (his genital expression of it - sexuality is a vast realm) has effects on both genders. She becomes more confident, assertive, demanding, strict. Qualities of a Domina. Far from actually being a Domina, but on that path. And she loves it!
He becomes more demure, submissive, compliant, helpless. Qualities of a Regime man (Sissy). He’s not that, and perhaps never will be. But his behavior, emotions, impulses, psychological state start bending in that direction.
For example, many men begin to find the idea of being rectally raped arousing. He hates it all. And yet, not so much. He has no idea what to make of his churning emotions (a classically feminine predicament).
This couple reminds me of people I know. A beautiful girl and her wealthy bachelor uncle. Petra was whip smart, with degrees in Renaissance art and culture. Peter (Petra was named for him) was uncultivated, but a natural tycoon, and became one.
At loose ends, she moved into his mansion. He’d always been attracted to her, but for most Outsiders even the thought is taboo. Poor them! In Regime, everybody has favorite uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews. We embrace the attractions gladly.
One evening, Petra glided into her uncle’s room. She often did that. But this time, she caught him in a solo sexual situation. To her, a bagatelle. To him, dirty and disgraceful, possible ruin if Petra told others.
A blunt and decisive man, next morning he told her of his fear. Petra is a nice lady, but ingenuous she ain’t. She asked if he planned to do it again. He said no, but wasn’t certain. Nothing could guarantee he wouldn’t. He trembled in terror at the thought.
"I can guarantee it. Sure as rain, certain as summer." Petra told him about the Chastity Cage. Only she would have the key. He’d have to sit down to pee. Ask her for "sexual release". In his misery, Peter said he didn’t want another ejaculation for the rest of his life.
Petra smiled. She knew better. After he left for work, she called a friend in France. Where the best, most secure Cage was created. The price was astronomical. Petra ordered it.
Her uncle had been morose and sullen for a week, when an armored car pulled up. Two armed guards, boxes locks and keys. Papers to sign. Petra completed the transaction, and came back with a silver container. The servants had gone for the night.
She called Peter to the Visitors room, which hadn’t been used in years. He shuffled in with slippers and robe, reading glasses. A fit man of 55, he affected the manner of an octogenarian. One day soon, the manner might become the man.
"I have what you wanted. I’m holding it. Your guarantee. Guaranteed. You’ll have to follow my instructions. Strip naked."
Peter huffed and sputtered. But he wanted that guarantee, and Petra was his favorite, his only, living relative. She saw him naked for the first time. Uncut prick, densely hairy groin, testicles hidden. Hirsute body. Distasteful to the cosmopolitan lady.
She clicked her tongue, shook her head. “No. No, it won’t work like this. You’ll have to be depilated, but for now I can shave it. Don’t be stuffy. I’m shaved down there too.”
Her tasks done, shaven groin ready, Petra took his oiled bald genitals in her hands and knelt between his legs. She cursed in Italian.
"Peter, we need a limp penis. It’s not. I’ll have to frig you. Look at my feet and toes for inspiration. Yes, don’t deny it. I’ve known your thing for them since my teens. That’s why I wear 4-inch heel sandals. Easy now. Surrender to my touch."
Peter’s Cum was so intensely ecstatic he crumpled to the carpet. Before he came to his senses, his Cage was secured. No hanging lock. The computerized Cage needed a constantly changing alpha-numeric password and Petra’s eye to open. Made of an impervious alloy, any method that could break it would kill Peter first.
Petra patted his cheek. “Now. There are a few other changes here I’d fancy. OK? Fine. A bath girl will bathe you every morning. You’re terrible at it, smell like a horse. Nobody dares tell you.”
"Next Tuesday, we’ll get you depilated. Safer and easier than shaving. One night in hospital, I’ll be near and take you home."
Petra bent the truth, or maybe didn’t finish. Adele arranged it. Depilation, circumcision, hormone injections, fanny and genital Enhancements, a few other procedures. It was two nights.
She knew Sandra in France, and visited us occasionally in Wisconsin. Now she was in Texas. Petra looks, acts, and talks like a Domina. Tall, curvy, strong, sexy. She wants to be a Domina, have a family here.
It’s in the works. Petra married Peter before settling his affairs. As a Domina, that means she owns everything, including him. I saw the happy couple in Counseling. My files told me Peter was a querulous boor. My eyes and ears told me he was a sweet Sissy with a fanny to match mine, besotted with his Domina.
They’re building a home here. It’s big. 3d floor veranda, a virtual forest (much of it open to public enjoyment), indoor/outdoor pool, Visitors Cottage with 5 units. Governess, Nursemaid, Nurse, servants of both genders. I can’t wait until the Grand Opening.   

   

For Outsiders, female control of male sexuality (his genital expression of it - sexuality is a vast realm) has effects on both genders. She becomes more confident, assertive, demanding, strict. Qualities of a Domina. Far from actually being a Domina, but on that path. And she loves it!

He becomes more demure, submissive, compliant, helpless. Qualities of a Regime man (Sissy). He’s not that, and perhaps never will be. But his behavior, emotions, impulses, psychological state start bending in that direction.

For example, many men begin to find the idea of being rectally raped arousing. He hates it all. And yet, not so much. He has no idea what to make of his churning emotions (a classically feminine predicament).

This couple reminds me of people I know. A beautiful girl and her wealthy bachelor uncle. Petra was whip smart, with degrees in Renaissance art and culture. Peter (Petra was named for him) was uncultivated, but a natural tycoon, and became one.

At loose ends, she moved into his mansion. He’d always been attracted to her, but for most Outsiders even the thought is taboo. Poor them! In Regime, everybody has favorite uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews. We embrace the attractions gladly.

One evening, Petra glided into her uncle’s room. She often did that. But this time, she caught him in a solo sexual situation. To her, a bagatelle. To him, dirty and disgraceful, possible ruin if Petra told others.

A blunt and decisive man, next morning he told her of his fear. Petra is a nice lady, but ingenuous she ain’t. She asked if he planned to do it again. He said no, but wasn’t certain. Nothing could guarantee he wouldn’t. He trembled in terror at the thought.

"I can guarantee it. Sure as rain, certain as summer." Petra told him about the Chastity Cage. Only she would have the key. He’d have to sit down to pee. Ask her for "sexual release". In his misery, Peter said he didn’t want another ejaculation for the rest of his life.

Petra smiled. She knew better. After he left for work, she called a friend in France. Where the best, most secure Cage was created. The price was astronomical. Petra ordered it.

Her uncle had been morose and sullen for a week, when an armored car pulled up. Two armed guards, boxes locks and keys. Papers to sign. Petra completed the transaction, and came back with a silver container. The servants had gone for the night.

She called Peter to the Visitors room, which hadn’t been used in years. He shuffled in with slippers and robe, reading glasses. A fit man of 55, he affected the manner of an octogenarian. One day soon, the manner might become the man.

"I have what you wanted. I’m holding it. Your guarantee. Guaranteed. You’ll have to follow my instructions. Strip naked."

Peter huffed and sputtered. But he wanted that guarantee, and Petra was his favorite, his only, living relative. She saw him naked for the first time. Uncut prick, densely hairy groin, testicles hidden. Hirsute body. Distasteful to the cosmopolitan lady.

She clicked her tongue, shook her head. “No. No, it won’t work like this. You’ll have to be depilated, but for now I can shave it. Don’t be stuffy. I’m shaved down there too.”

Her tasks done, shaven groin ready, Petra took his oiled bald genitals in her hands and knelt between his legs. She cursed in Italian.

"Peter, we need a limp penis. It’s not. I’ll have to frig you. Look at my feet and toes for inspiration. Yes, don’t deny it. I’ve known your thing for them since my teens. That’s why I wear 4-inch heel sandals. Easy now. Surrender to my touch."

Peter’s Cum was so intensely ecstatic he crumpled to the carpet. Before he came to his senses, his Cage was secured. No hanging lock. The computerized Cage needed a constantly changing alpha-numeric password and Petra’s eye to open. Made of an impervious alloy, any method that could break it would kill Peter first.

Petra patted his cheek. “Now. There are a few other changes here I’d fancy. OK? Fine. A bath girl will bathe you every morning. You’re terrible at it, smell like a horse. Nobody dares tell you.”

"Next Tuesday, we’ll get you depilated. Safer and easier than shaving. One night in hospital, I’ll be near and take you home."

Petra bent the truth, or maybe didn’t finish. Adele arranged it. Depilation, circumcision, hormone injections, fanny and genital Enhancements, a few other procedures. It was two nights.

She knew Sandra in France, and visited us occasionally in Wisconsin. Now she was in Texas. Petra looks, acts, and talks like a Domina. Tall, curvy, strong, sexy. She wants to be a Domina, have a family here.

It’s in the works. Petra married Peter before settling his affairs. As a Domina, that means she owns everything, including him. I saw the happy couple in Counseling. My files told me Peter was a querulous boor. My eyes and ears told me he was a sweet Sissy with a fanny to match mine, besotted with his Domina.

They’re building a home here. It’s big. 3d floor veranda, a virtual forest (much of it open to public enjoyment), indoor/outdoor pool, Visitors Cottage with 5 units. Governess, Nursemaid, Nurse, servants of both genders. I can’t wait until the Grand Opening.   

   

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