When I say I like a slave locked up, I really mean it.
There are different layers of locking/restraining. By layers, I'm referring to both tangible and psychological layers which are inherently interrelated. What I mean by this is that the more physical locks you have on a slave, the more psychologically restrained it feels. For example, a slave will feel far more psychologically restrained when they are locked both in chastity and in a dog kennel. Similarly, they will feel more restrained when there are multiple locks on a dog kennel versus a single lock.
Which brings Me to this clip. When I first saw the kennel I noticed it was sturdy, but also felt that a human slave could break out of it with enough force should it be inclined to do so. I didn't perceive that the trial live-in would try to break out; I knew it would accept its submission to the kennel simply because I directed it to do so. Further, I assessed that the discomfort of trying to break out of the cage would be greater than the discomfort of sleeping in it. This is to say that if the slave deeply resisted being in the kennel, it would likely just accept a poor night's sleep over the struggle of trying to beat down the barriers of a metal cage.
The sticking point here is the differentiation between 'would' versus 'could'; at the kennel's initial state with a single lock, the slave likely WOULDN'T attempt a break out - but that doesn't mean it COULDN'T do so successfully. I'm very sure the slave made this assessment as quickly as I did after seeing the kennel set up for the first time. This is a problem because the perception that a slave could physically break out of a restraint weakens the psychological layer of restraint. I want a cage for which a slave would not, and could not, break out of if it tried - that even in the case of a fire, it is completely dependent on Me and My good will to release it to save its life. I want My slaves to know they have resigned all absolute power and all control to Me. Depleting someone of their agency to this degree is what differentiates a session from a real-life, long-term D/s relationship. This is true submission. And it is this form of power I crave and maintain with My long-term slaves.
Hence the use of five heavy duty metal locks versus one.
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Alpha is coming over to spend the rest of the afternoon/early evening with Me. Late lunch, hot sex, online shopping for things We don't need, all in bed. The best kind of Monday. One of you will get the opportunity to be part of this.
Further, Alpha and I rarely go on Skype together - he prefers real-life cucks over online ones. But we haven't had a new real-life cuck in a while, so we want to co-Dominate a few together over Skype. We will only be picking a select few.
Approach.
I gave My newest local errand slave the task of taking Me to, and paying for, My hair appointment. This slave is obsessed with My feet, and is doing all he can for an opportunity to worship My feet. So he left work and drove all the way into the city for this privilege. After he picked Me up, I kept My feet on the ground before I slowly moved them into his lap. I told him I'd keep them there if he could focus on driving. Once My feet were in his lap, I slipped off My heels and started rubbing My feet against his thighs. The slave began to lose focus and was begging to touch them. I forbade this, and told him to keep driving. I ended up being late for My appointment because he simply couldn't focus on the simple task of following a map to get Me from A to B. It was worth the tease.
The trial live-in slave ate very well this week, albeit less than it's used to. My slaves only eat when I eat, and when I'm immersed in My work I simply don't eat that much. I'm also more inclined to slowly eat small snacks throughout the day versus complete meals. I think this was a huge adjustment for a growing slave that is used to eating three large meals per day with snacks in between. The slave told Me that it is used to eating a DOZEN eggs for breakfast each morning. Under My control, it got two boiled eggs with half an avocado. Imagine how it must've felt when I'd take a few bites from My elaborate breakfast just to tell it to discard the rest. I do this because food deprivation is an important submission tool, especially for new slaves. My Main slave fasts every Friday to observe My religion, so it has learned how to manage the discomfort of hunger. Definitely not the case for this trial live-in.
That being said, when the slave was fed, it was fed well. I have very strict diet expectations for My slaves. The diet is restrictive, but very nutrient dense and healthy. (I'll speak more about this on a separate post, and share some information about the major weight and health transformation My main slave underwent under My diet and fitness control). I also make meals EXTRA special for My subs. This clip reflects one way that I like to feed My slaves.
A longer, dual-angle clip of this feeding method is up on IWC soon, username LordMaria.
Quiet time during day two with the trial live in slave was much better. Note the shift in the ambience from previous clips to this one. On day one the slave was making its discomfort and horniness My problem by moving around a lot and making noises. One night in chastity, sleeping in a kennel, and being deprived of food really changed its demeanour. It began to understand who is Boss around here, and what that means for self-expression. There is no place for a slave's self-expression. My main slave is very good at this - it is as stoic as they come. Trial slave started showing remarkable progress by day two. I train them quickly.
Locking up a sub at night is a critical component of the submission process. Physically limiting their mobility and rendering them entirely dependent on your good graces teaches them their place in life. I make it clear to My slaves that one the cage is locked at night, they cannot be let out until I am ready to let them out in the morning. Note that I like to wake up slow and stay in bed undisrupted for at least 45 minutes each morning. The trial slave asked what would happen if it had to use the washroom while locked in the cage. To this, I asked, "what would a caged dog do if it had to use the washroom and could not summon its owner to be let out?". The trial slave went quiet and likely made a mental note to use the washroom before getting locked in the kennel for the night. It clearly was used to using the washroom in the middle of the night because when I released the slave in the morning it bolted for the washroom each time.
I knew it would be an uncomfortable sleep for the slave, so I told it that the cage would be kept outside of My room for the first night. Should I sleep undisturbed, I would move the kennel into My room for the duration of the trial. This was a success; the slave had a horrible sleep being confined to a cramped position but it made a clear effort to not adjust throughout the night for a more comfortable position. I slept like a Goddess.
So many good moments in this clip.
You can tell this is the slave's first night based on how sexually agitated it is. The slave is already locked up in its cage, yet it's so turned on by this situation that its dick is lifting the heavy chastity cage. Clearly, there is a huge task at hand for Me here to teach the slave that it is here to serve Me and not its own sexual fantasies. Main slave never responds this way because it's so deep into submission that it has no sexual response to any physical or visual stimuli when it is around Me. This is not to say the main slave is asexual; if this slave were given free reign it would masturbate 2-3 times per day. But it knows that it is a privilege to serve Me, and that it has no right to experience sexual arousal around Me, or to use its experience with Me as a source of its own pleasure. After all, inanimate objects like slaves do not experience arousal.
Training a slave to get to the point of My main slave takes many years. Few slaves could handle being under My feet while being spat on, verbally humiliated, and smacked without like this without getting aroused. As you'll see in forthcoming clips, the slave did fall deeper into submission with an attending shift in its disposition.
I get many requests from local subs who want to serve Me. The reality of the D/s world is that there are about 20 subs for every Domme, and most Dommes on the scene are pro-Dominatrices who limit their interactions to session play. Session play is a lot of fun for Me, so I do sessions once in a while when I find a sub whose interests align with My own. On the whole, however, I consider Myself more of a lifestyle Domme versus a proDomme, which is to say I prefer to have subs serve Me in My daily life. I similarly find that many subs wish to serve in a lifestyle context versus a paid session.
As such, I find ways to integrate new subs into My life outside of sessions. I value My privacy so a very limited few actually get to do chores and other domestic tasks in My home. It takes time and several meetings for a slave to earn My trust and have access to My inner life. But I get around the privacy/trust issue by allowing local slaves to do other important tasks for Me outside of My home, such as getting My groceries, chauffeuring Me (and often My friends/boyfriend), taking Me shopping, picking up My dry cleaning, road trips, doing work-related tasks for Me, etc. In doing this, I create a solid network of subs who are ready to jump the moment I snap My fingers (and a happy byproduct for My main slave is that I've outsourced some of its responsibilities to other slaves).
Today I gave an opportunity for a new sub to bring Me groceries. The sub did not delay; it immediately drove across the city to deliver. I require all subs to kiss My feet, and it's clear this one took this task very seriously like a good boy. When they're at My feet for the first time, many subs go wild with their mouths with slobber and wet kisses. I can't blame them for this; it's like placing a decadent dessert in front of a person who has been starving for weeks. But this sub took a more thoughtful, softer, and sensual approach with My feet like it was focusing on what feels good for Me versus satiated its own urges. This is the proper way to worship the feet of a Goddess, and through this, the slave earned the privilege of worshipping My feet in the future.
The first time the slave became a footstool, it was a bit antsy. New slaves tend to think their feelings of discomfort matter, and that they have a right to express such feelings. They don't. As seen in a previous clip, I explained the logic of this to the slave as I browsed through Netflix. After I clearly delineated My expectations of human furniture, the slave settled down and became very still. I completely forgot about it and enjoyed My down time.
After I was finished with the footstool, the slave had difficulties standing back up and shared that being My footstool for 30+ minutes was excruciating on its knees. This made Me laugh because we were just getting started. My main slave will tell you that the knees are the locus of pain and punishment in D/s relationships, and to this I agree. This trial slave showed up to My feet with soft knees and mediocre cognitive capabilities to manage pain. Pain is more imagined than real; if you don't know how to manage your mind around it, 30 minutes of being a footstool can easily feel like 30 hours.
The lighting in this clip fails to illuminate how red this slave's knees were after being a footstool for Me the first time, but I'd like to nonetheless share this clip. Like I said, this slave had very soft knees, but I expedited the hardening process by using frequent rice kneelings. Stay tuned.
As mentioned in previous posts, quiet time is very important. This clip gives a small and accurate glimpse into a typical afternoon under My ownership. I should note that the main difference between My main slave and this trial slave is that I don't need to tell main slave to shut up. That slave is always silent unless I tell it to speak. Notice how this one moans while it is being trampled under My shoes. Not sure if it is moaning in pain or sexual agony, probably both. Either way, it's unacceptable. A slave's purpose is to adapt to My needs and My energy, not draw attention to itself. slaves don't matter because they only exist to fulfil My wishes.
This clip is an excerpt of a much longer 20-minute video going on IWC (username: LordMaria). My high heel eventually makes its way into the beta's throat, while the other one teases its rock hard caged dick. The slave's throat gurgling and body writhing are annoying to Me, but perhaps fantastic for you to witness. At one point the slave begs for water. It gets its water, albeit in an unexpected way. In the interest of not spoiling the entire video, I'm going to leave it at that. But do let Me know what you think after you've watched the entire thing.
One huge misconception about having a live-in is that it's constant slapping, kicking, torturing, degrading, spitting, cucking, hitting, edging, and smothering. This is not true. That is the reality for a booked session, but for day-to-day this would be incredibly unsustainable.
Anyone who knows Me well would tell you I am a very quiet person. I work from home and require a relaxing ambience. I almost always have classical piano or mid-century jazz playing in the background. Both My main slave and the trial live-in slave would similarly contend that I don't rely on theatrics to keep them in submission. I certainly have My violent outbursts, but even in the sick, twisted, dark moments I typically speak with a calm authoritative voice, and am most often smirking, not scowling, when I do so. In My most expressive moments, I am usually laughing versus screaming and yelling. I don't need to raise My voice to make them melt and obey.
All to say, a typical day under My submission is a quiet one. I prefer My slaves to adapt to My energy, and disappear into the background instead of commanding My attention. This often means turning them into furniture. My main slave already knows to do this, but this was an important lesson the trial slave needed to have explained. I let the slave have its moments of chattiness and expression, but I very quickly taught it how to shut up and conceal its emotions and sexual energy and be still. There would be no long-term potential with a slave if it could not learn how to render itself invisible under My feet. Slaves are objects, not humans. They need to learn how to embody that.
Locking the live-in slave's dick into a chastity cage was a bit complicated. The loser's dick was tiny, but still hard from being in My presence and excited about the commencement of the week. The cage was therefore difficult to get on. I made it take an ice cold shower to solve this problem.
After locking its dick into a cage and marking My territory with a customized tag (see earlier post), I made it do the honours of fastening the key to My gold anklet, and thanking Me by kissing My feet. Since slave dogs are always at My feet, putting the key on My anklet like a charm was the perfect place. Not only was the key always dangling in its face, but with every step I took the key would gently touch the floor. The loser slave was constantly reminded of its caged status by not being able to escape the sight or sound of the key draped around My perfect foot.
During quiet time, I'd have the slave lie on the ground below My feet, and shove My foot down in its mouth to keep it quiet. The key would be resting gently on the side of its face while I fucked its throat with My foot. I'd also have My other foot pressed into its caged cock. This would drive the slave wild, but it quickly learned to stop writhing in erotic agony because when I say it's quiet time, I mean it. But that's another clip, for another day. Stay tuned.
Feeding is a very important part of the live-in experience.
For starters, I never let My slaves eat anything full flavoured. slaves do not deserve any sort of indulgence, including delicious food. My slaves eat diets without any sugars (including calorie free sweeteners, natural sugars like honey or maple syrup, tropical fruits, etc.) and absolutely no added salt or spices. They also aren't allowed grains/breads/cereals or dairy. Alcohol an obvious restriction, unless I'm putting it their butts in suppository form so they still do not get the pleasure of having alcohol pass their lips.
Feeding is always done on the ground. slaves are not humans, and do not deserve a seat at the table. slaves must spend much of their time physically below Me, and feeding is no exception to this. I feed My slaves out of bowls on the ground, and they are never allowed to use their hands. Eventually they learn to prepare their food in a form that can be easily consumed using their mouths alone. This means cutting up food into bite size pieces, and combining the food into a single dish, even if the food would taste better separate.
This trial slave arrived with absolutely no cooking skills. Unfortunately for this loser, it screwed up its own dinner and had to eat it cold. Instead of heating its veggie burger on parchment paper, it heated it up on wax paper which burns under heat. It therefore had to eat the veggie burger while it was still frozen. What an idiot. I also knew this loser hates kimchi, so I made sure it was added and mixed into each dinner.
slaves are so lucky because I always make their meals extra special before they can eat. This was our first meal together, so I did something very standard and not too jarring for the new slave because I'm a very benevolent Queen. Each meal got an increasingly nastier treatment from Me, which I will upload later.
On the whole, I love the clear difference between the food I consume compared to the slave's. For this dinner, I had fresh market fish with sweet potatoes prepared Portuguese style, paired with a light NZ sauvignon blanc. slave had raw mixed veggies, kimchi, and a frozen veggie burger patty. No olive oils, no seasonings, no salt, no beverage. Perfect for a dumb mutt like this.
On day 1 of the live-in slave trial, I locked up its cock.
Putting a beta into chastity is the KEY to submission. Men's connection to masculinity is very centred within their dicks. Removing the dick thereby removes the male ego, and removing the male ego is important because it can be competitive with female domination. Male ego, therefore, has no place in the psyche of a beta.
Locking them into chastity also deprives betas of a basic human need. Betas need to know they are not full humans. They do not get their needs met in the same degree as their Superiors. This means they should get less sleep, less food, and far fewer orgasms. Depriving a beta of their basic needs and being in control of these precious resources makes betas very obedient. The last thing a beta would want to do is disappoint or annoy its Domme, the one who holds access to its basic need to cum.
Of course, after I locked up this loser, I set out to make its chastity even more intolerable by wearing very seductive and revealing clothing. Some might think I am objectifying Myself by doing this. I disagree. Using the feminine aesthetics to reduce male ego to nothingness is a power play.
To control a slave's mind and body, a Domme must use Her own mind and body.
Nothing makes a sub more submissive than having his dick locked in a cage alongside constant visual stimulation.
And nothing makes Me more content than knowing I have melted a sub into nothingness.
Good morning, subscribers!
A few more days of the trial is left. I've got SO much content to release and we haven't even gotten to the good stuff.
Snapped this photo two minutes ago. slave told Me that the second night in the kennel, combined to waking up to a nude Goddess, completely broke it. The slave is now so weak for Me, will do anything I command. Dangerous thing to say because I have a creative mind and a proclivity to push the limits.
Stay tuned.
I wish I could have captured the look on the live-in slave's face when it unpacked this side of My luggage.
its eyes were immediately drawn to the shoes and lingerie and was clearly very excited and aroused by the visuals. But as its eyes wandered to the box in the middle, its expression went from blank, to pensive, to confused, to ambivalent, then finally to alarmed. It was a good evolution of feelings.
Let's just say the unpacking of My suitcase set the right tone for the rest of the week.
Day one walk through. I made the slave unpack My bags and prepare the condo perfectly. I am very particular about aesthetic and cleanliness.
I created a punishment corner for the slave. A very simple pain and punishment tool is uncooked rice. I make betas kneel on the rice. It feels simple and easy at first. But it gets progressively more difficult. It is even harder when they have nothing to look at but the corner wall. It's one thing to distract themselves with the image of their Goddess, but when they have nothing to look at, the pain becomes undeniably unbearable.
This was his first time in the corner. So much fun!
Kneeling on rice is such a subtle yet effective punishment method. I sent him to the rice corner twice today for no reason. Told him he has to beat the rice kneeling record of 12 minutes. He's got 6 minutes left.
Have a rice day!
Good morning losers. your Goddess is now awake. Day 2 of slave training starts today. slave is still in its cage, will unlock the cage soon so it can begin serving Me again.
all of you subscribers have some very hot content coming up. I'm busy training this fool how to be a live-in, but will be posting My best content here, exclusively. Here's a little treat in the meantime. you are welcome.
