Techniques of a Dominant Woman Part 1

by Mistress Michelle

I have read a lot of literature which seems to assume that, though many men want to be dominated sexually by a woman, women do not care to take up the dominant role. If this is correct, then I must be an exception! There is nothing that pleases me more than to have a man as my slave in every way-and I have never found any difficulty in achieving that aim. I am twenty six years old now, and I have had submissive male slaves for at least seven years. My only problem is to choose the ones I want. The supply far exceeds the demand. I have no idea why I enjoy this, and frankly I do not care. I am not very introspective. What is, IS; and that's an end of it as far as I am concerned.

I am married to my principal slave, but since he IS enslaved, this is not allowed to limit my interest. In fact, I make him act as a kind of decoy to bring other men to me as slaves. This is one way in which I am able to demonstrate my mastery over him. It is often very humiliating for him, and there are a few times when he rebels. I have no difficulty in putting down his rebellion, I assure you! I chose Leo because he is usually fun to be with, and because I wanted a good home background and an aura of normality in my life.

Also, Leo is well heeled and does not have to work for a living, so that he is able to concentrate on being my slave all the time.

This is not illusory or make-believe. We have a fairly large, split-level, ranch-type house up on the Hollywood Hills, overlooking L.A., built jutting out from the hillside. It is very pleasant and now the trees around have been destroyed in a fire, much safer than it once was. There was a time when we thought we were going to be fried like hamburgers, but after about three days, the wind dropped and the fire was put out. Now, until the undergrowth comes up again and dries out, we're safe, It has made the surroundings rather bare, but our insurance covered the landscaping, and we have been able to replant the gardens very nicely to give us privacy. Leo runs the home and does all the housework, including the cooking. This keeps him busy from morning to night, usefully occupied. There are three of us to cook for, because I have a girl-friend a year younger than me, living with us. I enjoy and need a lot of sex, but I don't allow Leo to have intercourse with me-nor with anyone else. On the rare occasions when I permit his sexual relief, it is usually by masturbation with another male slave. Maybe once in three months I may masturbate him myself. But he does not get much activity along those lines. I figure he needs all his energy for the chores. I don't have intercourse with men at any time. Never have. When I want sex, which is often, I have it with Betty. The gardens are big. We've got almost an acre, all landscaped. This is taken care of by my male slaves who practically line up for the pleasure of sweating under a hot sun to weed and cut grass and prune trees. So, we live well, in a lovely home, always well painted and maintained, with the gardens immaculate and the house-chores done better than would be possible with hired help. And the cost is low, which is one of the side advantages of using slave labor. You may wonder how I manage to keep all these slaves in submission. All of them are strong, husky men, from ages about eighteen to fifty, and if any one of them wanted to rebel and walk out, there's not a thing I could do to prevent it. Certainly I should not win by physical force because I am small and slender and not at all a female "muscle-man".

Certainly not butch in appearance or attitude. In fact, it is surprisingly easy. What I use is a kind of mental Judo. I trap my slaves and hold them securely by turning their own strength against themselves! You see, apart from going to those dreadful commercial places, there is no way most of them could get to enjoy the enslavement they crave for. So, in effect, it is either me, or go without! They all know that at the slightest sign of rebellion they are O-U-T! And not for a day or a week, but for ever. I have never taken back a slave who has rebelled, even by so much as an angry glance, and they all know exactly where they stand. So, if they genuinely want to be enslaved, they know where to come. If not, they stay away. There's a heck of a lot more who come than there are stay away. In fact, there are so many willing slaves available that one of my problems is to find enough work to keep them all busy. I've got the cleanest, best maintained car on the West Coast! I never accept anything from my slaves except their services, which they want to give anyway. No one will ever put me under an obligation. And no one will ever accuse me of a shake-down, because it just doesn't happen. Not that it could not happen! Hardly a day goes by that I do not have to refuse some kind of gift or other, many of them extremely valuable. I accept any kind of genuine advice with investments, for instance, so that during the past four years Leo and I have been able to increase our net worth by about one hundred percent, in a falling market, by getting in on the ground floor of several worthwhile things. But to get this, we have to take the usual commercial risks. Not every brick we buy turns out to be solid gold! You'll wonder how I am so confident about the way in which I keep Leo in utter sujection and about 20 other men of all ages in partial subjection without using force. It's easy in fact. They want to be slaves, so I use them as slaves. This satisfies them, and it satisfies me. No one seems about to complain. Take Leo as an example. I made him my slave long before I married him. I have had him as my slave-husband for four years, during which time I have never let him have sex with me-and not often with anyone else-and never with himself! He knows that all he has to do one day is to get up and walk out. I would not lift a finger to stop him. But he will not do it, because in all the green earth he is not going to find anyone else who will give him what he craves for, in the way I do. I think the secret of his enslavement and that of my other men is that, while I humiliate them, make them do all kind of menial work and compel them to behave homosexually for my pleasure, I like them all and treat them like human beings. I don't despise them, and I certainly don't hate them. I know what I want; and I know what they want. I make sure we all get it.

Leo, for instance, is a transvestite. He adores dressing like a girl, and when he's properly dressed and made up he looks real pretty. So, I order him to dress like a girl, all the time. Sometimes I even take him out, downtown to L.A. shopping, dressed as a girl. He's always afraid of being discovered, so I put him into situations where the risk is real-and he loves it! But, if he displeases me in any way, then I lock up his girl's clothes and he has to dress as a man. This makes him miserable, and punishes him. He will do anything to get back into my good books again. When he is working, which is on average about six hours a day, he has to wear one of those ridiculous brief maid's outfits, with high-heeled shoes and a little cap on his head. He's usually like that when other men come, and this embarrasses him a lot. Again, he likes it. They know he's my husband, of course. The other cross-dressers envy him, I know; on the other hand, the male slaves who do not like cross-dessing despise him for it-and in a back-handed way this, too, gives him pleasure. It is something again to see Leo serving a dinner-party-for six people. He's very good at it. He has to be!

However, there are times-and I can always tell when they are coming-when Leo needs more than the gentle humiliation of public cross-dressing. Then he has to be whipped, often with considerable severity; then tied and strapped up like a trussed chicken and locked away in a dark closet for hours at a time. There is no make-believe about this. He needs a genuine whipping at such times, so that he screams with pain and ends up sobbing. And he has to be made completely helpless, in the most agonizing condition possible.

Occasionally I will whip him myself. I enjoy doing it. But more often I will make one of my other male slaves do it while I watch, and this seems to give Leo most pleasure. Usually when he needs whipping, I will have it done at night, so he can spend the rest of the night tied up and locked away. This means he can be released in the morning and get on with his chores. Otherwise I should be deprived of his household services during the day, which would be inconvenient. Of course he tends to stagger around a bit on the day after such treatment, but that cannot be helped.

I usually keep him lightly chained over his maid's outfit, mainly to emphasize and remind him of his status; but sometimes I put on him a very heavy set of black iron chains, collar, belt and so on and then by the end of a day he is so tired he can hardly walk. I have deprived him of sex since before our marriage by a very simple method. I bought in London, England, a metal-box chastity belt. There is a tight metal belt for his waist, and a smooth, rubber-lined box to contain his genitals when his penis is flaccid.

With that box on he just cannot get an erection because there is no space for it. There are days, I know, when he finds it very painful, but that is part of his slavery. I keep the key hanging on a chain around my neck, where it rests in the cleft between my breasts. There are times when I take the key in my fingers and play with it. At such times, I see his eyes light up with excitement-but I put it back again after that. Leo cannot have intercourse, and he cannot masturbate unless I unlock the chastity belt, and I do not do that often, I assure you.

So, it is not by sex that I rule Leo, but by deprivation, which is curious. I know that it drives him half-crazy when I have sex with Betty, especially when I make him stay with us to watch. But again, in his curious way this too pleases him. And it certainly pleases me to know the condition he is in. Of course, he could get the key, because in fact he is very strong and muscular. (It's the housework which keeps him in trim!) He might even be able to rape me if he wanted to. But he will not do either of those things, because if he did it would be the end of his delicious slavery.

I treat my "temporary slaves" in similar ways. It is a condition of their servitude that they must wear a chastity-box all the time when they are not serving me. Some of them are married, and the problems this gives rise to are part of their slavery. I don't know how they explain their continence to their wives-and I don't cpre. I do know that the fact they have to is part of what they want. One of my temporary slaves has been serving me for over two years, and during that time has never once left my home without his chastity-box locked on. He's about thirty-five, married with two children. I am sure he does not remove it himself in any way, because I use one of those tools used to seal electricity meters. It's a kind of pliers which crushes a lead seal into fine wire. The only way to break the seal is to cut the wire and no slave who knows me would ever come back to me with that seal broken. I had the die specially cut with my initials entwined with a whip, so they cannot use any old tool.

However, when the slaves are with me, I treat them in a variety of ways. I always try to find out what gives them pleasure, because then their submission will please me too. One of them, Harry, is nineteen, and has really huge genitals, of which he is very proud. Also, he gets anxious about them, because I guess he is afraid they might get damaged or shrink! So, with him I concentrate all my treatment on his genitals. The anxiety he feels seems somehow to give him pleasure because although he evidently hates it, he always comes back for more. I have a lot of things, most of which are made for me by the slaves themselves. When they are making these things, they never know whether they are for themselves or one of the other slaves. I like to think of them in their hobby rooms, with the door locked, listening for every footstep!

I had Harry make me a very simple thing. Basically it was a leather belt, with extra large holes punched in it, plus an extra couple of holes just behind the buckle. This can be buckled tight around his waist. Then a small padlock can be put through the hole behind the buckle and into the nearest hole in the end of the belt, so it is impossible to unbuckle it again. From the front of this belt there are two short straps about a half-inch wide, with the adjustment buckle in the center. And at the end of each short strap is a narrow one, only a quarter-inch wide.

In use, one of these narrow straps is buckled as tight as possible around each ball. Then the short vertical straps are tightened, with Harry bending forward from the hips. When the vertical straps are tight, his balls are spread wide apart, pulled up under tension. You may imagine the effect when he stands upright! I make him work in the garden like that, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts to keep him respectable. All the time he literally sweats with anxiety-and with pain too. Again, there is nothing to prevent him from loosing the vertical straps and easing his condition-but he does not, and he dare not.

Of course, all the time he is wearing that simple appliance his penis is erect, but he knows that if he were so much as to touch it his enslavement would be ended-and he never knows when Betty or I may be watching from inside the house. Usually when he has finished work I make him put the chastity box on again, but sometimes when I feel in the mood, I will let him masturbate either alone or with one of the other male slaves. When this happens, he still has to keep the ball-stretcher on, so that it is as much pain as pleasure that he feels. But, as with all the slaves, I do not let him have sex satisfaction often. Most of the time he has to have his penis shut into its metal box. Maybe I won't see him again for a week or more-but whenever he comes back, that lead seal is still intact. That is how to contrbl a slave!

There's John. He's only a couple of years off fifty; a tall, well-built handsome man with all the charm in the world. When he first became my slave, he was rash enough to tell me that he enjoyed being dominated because it always gave him a pleasurable erection which, as he said, was something to rejoice over at his age. So I had something made specially for him. Again, it's very simple. It is a soft leather pouch, large enough to contain his genitals when the penis is flaccid. The neck of the pouch is drawn tight around the genitals at the point where they join the body by a draw-string made of light chain, which is then fastened with a small padlock. This, of course prevents his penis from coming erect. However, there's more to it than that. Before the draw-chain is tightened, into the pouch are pushed a number of steel ball-bearings, each a half-inch in diameter.

There is just room for twenty of these, which together weigh about sixteen ounces.

So, when John is fully equipped his genitals are confined in a leather sack so small he cannot have an erection, and weighted down with a pound of steel balls! He finds this very trying, especially after he has been wearing a metal box for a week, so small that he cannot have ap erection when he is not with me.

John looks after the car and since he can do most of his work in the garage there is no need for any more clothes than his leather pouch and a pair of sneakers.

Gustav is twenty four, a tall, dark-haired boy with a beautiful body.

He was brought up in a very strict, rather old-fashioned home in Pennsylvania, and it was almost by accident that I discovered he had this fantasy about himself as a male prostitute - something which in real life he hardly believed existed and had certainly had no experience of. I decided to fulfil his fantasy for him. I decided that, in general when I wanted one of the other slaves to be masturbated, Gustav should do it, and that if I wanted one of them to have intercourse, it should be with him. However, I realized that it would not be a happy arrangement for Gustav if it resulted in him getting a lot of satisfaction. Because of his up-bringing, he had this guilt-thing which can be expressed as "It does not matter what you DO, so long as you do not enjoy it!" So I figured a way to make sure Gustav would not enjoy it.

It is so very simple, and so horribly effective.

There's another slave, Barrie, who has to fit all the appliances on the others. To equip Gustav, he has a small device made of rubber bands, about a quarter-inch wide, If I tell you how it goes on, you will be able to envisage what it looks like. One band fits over Gustav's penis about halfway along the shank, very tight. There is another small band attached to this first one. The band on the shank is now pulled hard back against Gustav's body, which, of course, pulls in all the loose skin and completely exposes the glans.

The second band is then put over Gustav's scrotum, with both testicles pulled through it. This anchors the penis-band hard back, maintainipg the pull on the loose skin.

Another small band is now fixed around Gustav's penis, in the indentation behind the glans, which has been exposed by the drawing back of the protective skin. From the first, or rear penis band runs a strip in quarter-inch rubber, along the shaft of the penis to attach to the second or "indentation" band. It continues over the tip of the penis, passing over it in the slit of the meatus and down the other side to attach to the penis bands again in succession. This rubber strip is in practice also quite small, so that when the whole device is first put on-when for some reason Gustav always has an erection, the strip is under heavy tension and cuts deep into the slit at the tip of the penis.

Finally, attached to the side-strip at the tip of the penis is a smooth acrylic proble, a quarter-inch in diameter and two inches long. This is, in fitting, pressed into the meatus, and, of course held there by the rubber side-strip. This device is, in fact, extremely painful to wear-so I am told. (I can't feel a thing!) The bands around the penis cause it to become engorged with blood, and the rate at which it can flow away is reduced, so that it becomes very hard, and a sort of purple color in a short time. At the same time, the side-strip is exerting constant and heavy pressure on the penis down its length. And finally the probe is there, wiggling about at every movement of the wearer.

It is only when he is wearing this that I allow Gustav to act out his part as a male prostitute. He, himself DARE NOT have an emission.

With that probe in his penis, it would be an agonizing experience.

So, raised to the ultimate pitch of desire by this little thing made of rubber bands, and kept there indefinitely, he has no opportunity for satisfaction himself. Not long ago, one week-end we had a party at the house for ten slaves, plus Leo and myself.

Gustav was there. Right at the end of the proceedings, I allowed four of the slaves in succession to have anal intercourse with Gustav who, all through the evening had been moving from one to the other, kneeling between their knees and performing fellatio on them-but not for long enough to bring them to orgasm. After the four, I ordered him to masturbate the remaining six slaves to emission. This was obviously a terrible experience for him.

We could all see he was having the greatest difficulty in controlling himself. But somehow or other he managed it. As soon as he had finished, I had Barrie removed the torture device and lock Gustav's chastity-box back on again. He is NEVER allowed sexual satisfaction, under any circumstances.

He was sobbing by the time he had finished what he had to do; sobbing with frustration. But he WANTED to be frustrated, and I knew it; and that was why he was back next morning to have the torture device fitted again while he worked around the house helping Leo to clean up after the party. The final pay-off with Gustav is that he gets paid for his services! He does not need the money, and he does not get a lot because, as I tell him, he's not worth much. He gets five dollars a time, and has to accept payment from each client `In advance" and in full view. And I make sure he takes the money with him when he leaves. He goes to church a lot and once told me he puts the money he earns by "prostitution" in the plate. I told him this made him like one of the temple prostitutes of ancient Greece, but this did nothing much to cheer him up.

Barrie is also a transvestite, but in addition he has a craving for high heels, so he gets to wear them all the time he is with me. I told him where to get some lace-up boots, which lace right to the top of his thighs, and he wears these with his girls' clothes all the time. Frankly he does not look much like a girl; he's too big for it and his face is far too rugged. But I don't let him out in public so it does not matter. All the others tell him bluntly that he looks absurd, and he knows it too. This adds to his humiliation, and that seems to be what he wants anyway, so in a backhanded way it adds to his pleasure. I will not, however, have any cross-dressed slaves walking around with erect penises under their panties. If they want to dress like girls, then they have to look like them as much as is possible. I cannot alter a face, but I sure can control a penis!

Barrie has a simple belt which does things for him-in more ways than one!