Lady Anna’s FemDom Blog

I have a new sub. Well, not yet I haven’t. He has a hospital appointment so he daren’t session with me in case I mark him. Bless, he would be lay there on his front with his face as red as his arse whilst all the nurses giggle at him.

Anyhoo, this sub is an ex-public schoolboy. At prep school he was caned regularly by the Head Girl. Needless to say he deliberately got into all sorts of trouble so that he could continue to be caned by the Head Girl. Unfortunately when he got to public school he was caned by the Head Boy *chuckle* but caning he loves, adores it, needs it. He contacted me and explained how he had visited over 40 Mistresses in the country but only returned to 6. These 6 he considered had a talent. He settled on one who he continued to see until she retired.

Now you know me, I’m still new at this but even I know that CP done correctly is a specialism, a ritual even. I’ve been practising but I’ve never had the pleasure of a true afficionado who can tell me how I’m progressing. I’m always honest, I told him that I wasn’t sure I could do him justice. Nevertheless he said I showed potential in my manner and attitude so he came round for a chat. As it had been such a long time since his last session he was keen to get another session in befoe his forthcoming hospital appointment. We talked and then I showed him my dungeon, I’m rather pleased with my dungeon and he was pretty impressed too.

I then showed him my collection of canes, floggers and crops. Took my best cane, swung a few strokes against my bondage bed and he said

‘You think you can’t do me justice! I’m not sure I can do you justice!‘

So now I can’t get near his arse until after he has been to the hospital I am really looking forward to laying some stripes down. He text me later and told me I was ‘very very special’. I’m just hoping he doesn’t mean in the window-licker sense.

:)

I like two for one. It implies twice the pleasure for no extra outlay. This applies equally to chocolate or subs.

I’ll start at the beginning. I’ve been a busy bee recently in my life, lots of things happening and lots of things yet to happen. I’ve taken on a few new subs to make my life that much easier as well as for entertainment value. One of these subs is called harry, he’s handy to have around as he can do all sorts of jobs around the place…happily he is a masochist who loves being tortued by a femme fatale type. Happily I am that type so smiley faces all around. You have to love the way subs can be quite boastful about their experiences, silly things don’t know that females possess superior minds for remembering all those interesting little details…

The other night he came round to do some jobs for me in the dungeon. I have decided against a St Andrew’s Cross because I think they have more of an aesthetic value rather than a practical value. I mean for Dominance Sake what is wrong with a cold wall, 4 iron rings, some restraints and a bit of rope? I also needed some chains to be attached to the walls as well as other various miscellaneous jobs.

The same evening I was expecting footslave to come for an extended session. footslave didn’t know harry would be there, it was my surprise to him. I’m good like that…thoughtful even. An amusing anecdote here actually, there was a knock on the door, I let footslave in, he followed me into the kitchen and both subs recognised each other! They’d been sat in the same café waiting for the right time to come to my premises hahahahahaha

Now all evening I was plotting what to do with these subs. I needed blinds so footslave was selected to take me to Ikea which meant that harry could get on with the jobs….or….test out his work so far….but I wasn’t going to give him warning - oh no. After telling footslave to get on with the vacuuming I went through to the dungeon with harry to discuss chain lengths and debate about B&Q versus Focus for chain variety and price diffeences.

Do we need extra chain on the floor rings for the ankle shackles?

Hmm, dunno strip off and let’s try it out harry.

Bless him he kept his shreddies on and stood against the wall, I attached wrist and ankle restraints, clipped his ankles and tied up his wrists…for insurance I added a beautiful handcuff to his right wrist and cuffed him to the iron ring on my wall.

Right then, we’re off to Ikea..see you later sub

I put on Mozart, flipped off the lights and walked out. Get out of that one you bastard.

And we did, we left him and went to Ikea. Got some fabulous willow decorations there. A bundle of approx 100 willow lengths, all stripped and smoothed and only £7.49!! Bargain. It doesn’t matter if i get blood on those as at that price they can just be chucked
By the time we had got back harry had freed both wrists and was attempting to free his ankles. Thankfully for him the handcuffs were still securely attached. He was attempting to reach his DRILL to undo the ring on the wall that the cuffs were attached to. Given any longer I’m sure he would have done it. harry houdini my arse, more like harry houdidn’t!

For his audacity he got to try out my new willows. footslave was told to strip and stand facing away from harry. harry had his shreddies cut off him and told that when Mistress commands him to strip it means STRIP. I then tested on my new willow on both subs. Their naked buttocks were about 5ft apart and I flicked the tip between them managing to flay both of them at the same time. I suppose I should have remained aloof and professional but honestly it was hilarious, I was having the time of my life. After warming them up I used my crop on harry for being so naughty, I hit him so hard he actually broke my crop!

I then attached a metal thingy (don’t know the name but I love it) to his balls and then weights to that. I then sat down and rested my feet as I tested out my new floggers on footslave, as I allowed him to lick my feet clean of the sweat from my exertions and tramping around Ikea. harry was looking a little negected so I suggested he swing his hips for me, plus his legs were getting so tired his abused buttocks were quivering. Bless him he completely forgot about the weights hahahahaha

:D

…and hasn’t it been a long time coming? I’ve had a few setbacks as you know, quite a few setbacks actually, but determination is always rewarded by actualisation.

Lady Anna

Click on the above link to see my fabulous temporary page. Those torches are from my dungeon so I’m sure you can image how the rest looks?

Do you remember that other pro-domme who said I was too dominant? Or should I say she got her little sub to tell me that I was too dominant as she hid upstairs and waited until I was gone.

This is too funny: she has banned me from accessing her site.  Now why on earth would she do that? What is she hiding? To ban someone you have to find their static IP address, create a folder, and upload it to your server. That is a lot of trouble to just stop someone from viewing your site!

Sure I look at her site, the same as all dommes check out the competition. Does that mean she goes to the trouble of banning all other dommes, or is it just me for some strange reason?

What is her problem with me?

…and beast. Beast came to play today in my new dungeon. The first ever session in my dungeon, hmm, unless you count me bossing trusty around as I sat on him whilst he sealed my stone floors.

Anyhoo, beast as you may recall is rather fond of bondage. We’ve spent a few pleasant hours together searhing the net for a leather body sack, sending links to each other and oohing and aahing over the merits of leather straps, zips and rope. We finally decided on a gorgeous leather bag with access zips to the nipples and cock, and the shoulders (I migh thave missed some sort of ’shoulder torture’ but I suspect it maybe something to do with cooling down if things get too hot too quickly). There were also two leather restraints for each arm to ensure naughty subs don’t abuse themselves whilst left in their bondage. Forgot to mention that there were five straps crossing over the body and several loops so that the the sub can be tied down securely to my bondage bed, just in case he feels like rolling off. All in all, very good quality and a fraction of the price that specialist suppliers are demanding.

You can’t beat eBay for affordable fetish gear. Be prepared to look through the fancy dress section though as all this sort of stuff is sold as ‘novelty only’ in order to comply with eBay’s puritanical policies.

Another ‘novelty’ that we purchased for our ‘fancy dress sessions’ was a mask and harness with an attachable re-breath bag. I can’t understand why this is considered dangerous ‘edge play’ in the scene. It’s simple really, you prevent them from breathing and when they start to twitch you know they need to breathe, another couple of moments before they struggle, you let them have some air. But then I don’t play hard because beast is new to this as well and we’re still building up trust.

After tying him up and tying him down and blindfolding him I left him in my dungeon with just some flickering candles for company. I was feeling a bit peckish so I made myself some soft boiled eggs and watched the news. beast could hear me walking around but of course he couldn’t see, he couldn’t move and he could only guess what I was going to do next.  I didn’t gag my little lab rat because I wanted him to be able to call out if he got a but panicky. Just as well he didn’t because I’d have been mad if my lunch was interrupted!

After lunch and the headlines I got changed into my fetish gear and made my way downstairs in my stockinged feet. I got changed into my 6 inch heels down in my dungeon rather than risk hurtling down the steps. I climbed on top of beast and we played with his oxygen intake again. The rebreath bag was quite a big one so I crushed it in my hands to reduce his air, letting my grip relax only when he started to twitch, then I pulled off the bag and put my mouth over his tube. Our eyes were only 6″ apart but I could breath at will and he couldn’t, he kept closing his eyes so I couldn’t read anything there, I had to feel his body under mine and listen to what it was telling me. Twitch twitch. I also made use of the access zips to his nipples and applied clamps. I want to train those nipples to get hard and big whenever I look at them. Pulling on them with my teeth and flicking the nipple seems to make it respond more hahahah. I like responsive nipples on a man.

After our little play I left beast to relax in his bag and ropes and just lie there taking in the atmosphere of my new dungeon. He said he really liked it. I’ll get some photos and then you can all have a look.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve completely misunderstood the female domination thing. Occasionally I get communication from someone who clearly has a completely different idea of femdom to me.

This is what happened. Some guy called Ed came through to me on yahoo, I didn’t know who he was but curiosity always gets the better of me.

edgar_devries: hi
edgar de vries: my name is ed - (Yep, I had guessed but thanks for introducing yourself)
edgar de vries: i saw u on financialslavery - (Ah, so that is how he got my ID)
Anna W: ah hello ed

There is a pause for 5 minutes, hmm perhaps he was booted, or possibly he disappeared for a sudden call of nature?

Anna W: is that it then?
edgar de vries: yes
Anna W: right then - well hello and goodbye, if you want entertaining try someone else

That was it! That really was the entire conversation and that is exactly how it ended! This has got me thinking…was I supposed to entertain him, shout at him and manipulate him into being my sub? Is that how financial domination operates? Is this why I am so rubbish at it? Should I harangue him until beaten he hands over his cash?

Sod that. I really can’t be bothered. That’s no fun.

Bye Ed.

…seems to be a very contentious issue in certain circles. Namely somewhere where practitioners in this particular fetish should be tolerated and understood as much as someone who enjoys a different type of fetish and if not then certainly not flamed. I’m talking about Informed Consent.

Financial domination is just another aspect of the BDSM scene. As many other areas of the scene it has its own permutations. For many subs being dominated in a financial way is enough of a thrill for them, if they don’t want to, or are unable to, visit a Mistress for some real time interaction.

This is how it works by, my understanding, after talking to several paypigs as they are often known as:

The piggy sees a beautiful, attractive, unobtainable woman and he wants her to bestow some of her attention on him. Now in the real world why would she? He is short, ugly, fat, lanky, uncharismatic, bit of a nerd, whatever (it is HIS opinion of himself here) but in the world of Financial Domination he knows that if he were to offer her his money she may look at him and think about him. If she took his offered money then she may buy herself something luxurious and decadent like expensive shoes, beautiful jewellery, pampering skin treatments…all because of him, and as she is wearing, admiring and enjoying these things she will be thinking about him. He will playing a very important part of her life, he will be her pay piggy.

I also think that these pay piggies feel as though they ought to contribute financially to a woman’s life, almost an old fashioned chivalrous need to feel like The Provider, something that makes them feel important, needed and above all else Necessary. Piggies love having a purpose in life, they like to know that when they are at work pushing paper, or whatever they do, that they are doing it for a beautiful, aloof, cultured woman.

Hmm, this may be a good place to discuss the different types of Money Dommes. There are a number of these beautiful, aloof, cultured, stylish women but there are also plenty of spoiled, vulgar, greedy, Princess types whose swearing would make a sailor blush! I can see the attraction in the the former type of Domme, but the latter? That remains a mystery to me. I would love to know why. Please tell me someone!

Okay, so we’ve established why piggies would hand over their money to a complete stranger, but why would they continue to do it? Clever Dommes have a site where they post pics of their gifts, next to the pic is the name of the sub who generously bought it or donated the cash in order to buy it. Some Dommes have league tables where the piggies fight to be the Number One Pay Pig, and the wily Domme is extorting their natural male competitiveness. The subs like to see their name on her site, they like to know that other subs are groaning and wishing it was their gift that is pictured, and clearly enjoyed by the object of their devotion,on her home page. Perhaps if they buy something more expensive it will? Dommes will also list their outgoings on their site and piggies can select which bill they wish to be responsible for. Should theoriginal piggy miss his payment there will be plenty of other piggies willing to leap in and save the day in order to have their name next to the bill.
As with feminisation, financial domination can be willing or ‘forced’. A sub can give willingly from his budget with an element of control over his fetish or he can be ‘forced’.

‘Forced’ is where it gets interesting. The sub may allow his Mistress to be an additional card holder and he gets his kick from wondering what his credit card bill would say, his Mistress may text him pics of what she has bought to torment him as he works hard in his office. She may parade her new good in front of him on webcam or he may see what he has ‘bought’ her on her site the next time he logs on. Depending on the size of his credit card bill he may have to go without his own luxuries but he will and can because he is serving her, often in the only way he can, or the only way that ‘does it’ for him.

Before any of you think about scoffing at the pay piggies and wondering how they could be so stupid ask yourself, how stupid is smoking? That costs money. How stupid is gambling? How stupid is it to renew your mobile phone after only 3 months to get the latest model? That costs money. What do they all have in common? It must feel nice, it must give a thrill, a kick, it must release tension, make you feel good?

Each to their own really isn’t it?

Who decides what can be construed as a fetish and what can’t? Surely only the fetishist can say his fetish is true? He doesn’t have to validate his fetish to anybody else as long as it is consensual. neither should Money Dommes have to validate their role in this fetish, if the piggies didn’t exist there would be no Money Dommes.
Saying that, there are a LOT of scammers and timewasters when it comes to this particular type of fetish, probably becaused there is very little real time contact. I have flirted with financial domination mainly because I have an intellectual interest in anything ‘fetishy’ and a materialistic addiction to anything shiny and sparkly. You try not being tempted when a sub offers you his credit card and tells you how much he has ‘available’ for his fetish. Sometimes I have struck lucky and received substantial sums of cash, most of the time however it dawns on me that these guys get a kick out of making me dance to their tune.

‘My finger is hovering on the confirm button, please dominate me, I beg you to dominate me just to push me over the edge!‘

Confirm button huh? That’s a new name for it.

The worst of the worst are the blackmail slaves. They want you to threaten them into paying up by phoning their parents/boss/girlfriend/flatmates or send letters to their parents/boss/girlfriend/flatmates telling them of their prediliction of wearing panties on webcam and fucking themselves with various vegetables (you know who you are). In other words they get their kick and come put with lame excuses like

‘I haven’t been paid yet‘

‘I haven’t activated my credit card yet‘

or

‘PayPal/Amazon just won’t work!’

I’ve learned the hard way. I much prefer my real time subs anyway. Who has time to arse around online talking to complete fantasists?

I’m pretty sure there are plenty of Money Dommes who aren’t what they say they are too, but the piggy has the choice to pay up or not, and he must learn from his mistakes as I have learned from mine.

My favourite slave came to play on Wednesday. He’s my favourite because as well as being very generous he is extremely adaptable and is up for anything. Every Mistress needs at least one of these kinds of sub because if I need to practise anything or have a go with anything they will gladly give up their body for my experiments.

Footslave travels 3 hours to see me now after moving away (all arranged before he met me - ha, I bet he’s regretting that now!) This time he arrived with a bottle of Cristal which I’m sure will become my favourite so I’ll need a steady supply of it *ahem* because he has neglected me for such a long time.

As I punishment I threw the French maid’s outfit at him and told him that I wanted him to run me a bath and whilst I was luxuriating he could makea start with the housework. He cleaned out the bath, ran the water and then set about doing the chores. Unfortunately for him he misjudged it all and I ended up with a cold bath!!  That was one major infraction. He then asked stupid questions about which sponge he should use to clean with and took AGES to iron my jeans and vacuum my bedroom and office. He forgot to clean the bathroom floor and he forgot to wash the pots, only doing the easy stuff like plates.

He also forgot to straighten my bed so I told him to lay on it, pull down his frilly panties and whilst he waited for me he should think of every mistake and insolence he had so far committed.  After leaving him there sweating with anticipation and growing fear I administered a sound beating of his behind with a fantastic new rattan crop from Canes4Pain. As instructed I soaked, well no, I instructed footslave to soak the cane in cold water for 30 mins to ensure the cane was at it’s absolute best - cold, stiff and delivers a stinging blow - wonderful. It soon gave a red glow to his cheeks without leaving thse welts that can appear under the skin if a standard cane is used.

I then decided that I needed to practise my needles technique and my rosebud sounds. footslave was in heaven. So was I.

As you can see the colour of the needle matches the colour of his ribbons perfectly.

…then here you are. A classic example of a male brain that isn’t plugged in properly.

As you know I’m in the process of creating a suitable dungeon in order to train as many males as possible for the good of society and the continuing success of our civilisation. Occasionally, well no, hell of a lot of the time actually I am just staggered at why we even let the stupider sex take control of our world.

In my dungeon I have an electric meter and a fusebox. Not the prettiest, or dungeonesque of items so I wanted them ‘boxed in’ which to me means build a box around them, hide them, tuck them away but ensure that access is still possible for whenever necessary. A fairly simple request no?

After much banging and crashing I walked into my dungeon to be confronted with this monstosity.

Yes, that is a reclaimed KITCHEN CABINET and no, your eyes are not deceiving you, he thought I’d like glass doors with flowers painted on them.

The mind boggles.