Owned By Her

Many distance slaves have yearned and searched for an online Dominatrix to take over their very being, to control them, mold them and bend them to fit what the Mistress wants and needs.

I know many of you have searched for Me, a Mistress that can and will control your very being. Dictating daily duties and assignments. A Superior Woman you can bow to and serve.

You, the slave, no longer has to search or wait. I am here, the Supreme Mistress you seek, and need. Get your self ready to serve Me and to follow My every command.

I will use you. I will bend you. I will break you. I will own you.

Completely.

Mistress Elizabeth

Distance FemDom Trainer

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As many of you have  noticed, my sissy slave, asslick.. has not been around much. Sad to say his real life has him busy as a whore in a sausage factory and we have not had the time for any phone domination sessions. But never fear, the bitch will return in time, as it’s schedule lets up .. But in the mean time I have thought of  a few very wicked ways to torture the bitch when it does return to regular sessions. Such is the nature of the beast however, often work gets in the way.. but in time you all will be here reading the antics of my true sissy slave.

Elizabeth

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Cruel Domination Mistress

Ms Elizabeth has given Her sissy bitch so many wonderfully humiliating assignments over the past year and a half of training (thank You Ms Elizabeth!!), but nothing so demeaning and belittling as what it has been forced to endure over the past week. Her instructions were perfectly clear, and completely devastating. I was to be Her pathetic little sissified cuckold maid, left alone to perform domestic duties while She enjoyed the company of boyfriends and other slaves. She would be casually sending Her cuck cleaning assignments, which it would have to complete while desperately waiting for the ultimate instruction to call in and be granted the privilege of precious time serving Her personally.

She would be controlling it like a ridiculous puppet on a string, but it would not have the honor of being in Her presence until She said so. The thought of being issued ridiculous commands like “go and stand in the corner for fifteen minutes BITCH, nose to the wall while you hold your pussy open!…I’m busy with a REAL man” was so incredibly intoxicating that once again words cannot describe the humiliation. In my desperation to amuse Her, I eagerly accepted the situation despite how utterly demeaning it was. Or was it BECAUSE of how utterly demeaning it was????? It was all so confusing.

The moment I submitted to the ‘scenario’, I realized I had made a HUGE mistake. I had always been willing to humiliate myself for Ms Elizabeth before, eager even, because of the reward of being granted Her undivided attention while She laughed at me and punished me for being such a horny little ass worshipper. This would be VERY different. This time I would have to humiliate myself for Her WITHOUT that reward. I would have to comply with all of Her torments, just because She said so, and wait in desperation for Her to offer a tiny little shred of Her time. And even if She was willing to grant me Her attention, it would be ENTIRELY at Her convenience, on Her schedule…with absolutely NO consideration to mine. No, I would be made to wait, to do whatever stupid sissy bitch things She thought of, and send Her video evidence, with absolutely no guarantee that She would give me any of Her time. And worse…I had to be waiting at attention so that if Ms Elizabeth did, in Her infinite wisdom, find a moment or two to accept a call from Her idiot, I would be ready to call in on a moment’s notice and accept whatever abuse I had coming.

It was a lot like being tossed a pair of Her worn panties to worship, while being held just out of reach of “the real thing”…being blindfolded…knowing it was there…but denied! But as much as I could sense it coming, the serious cuckolding had only just begun!!!

And finally, another part of the ‘pride’ this sissy felt in taking the piercing is the exquisite timing of Ms Elizabeth’s deadline…February 14th. The sissy is reluctant to say too much about it. Perhaps it was totally arbitrary, just a date on the calendar as good as any other to set a deadline. But given the impact this has had on Her slave (which Ms Elizabeth was no doubt much more aware of than She ever let on), it seems that tagging it with such a symbolic badge of ownership would be Her Valentine’s gift to the sissy. And her sissy’s grateful acceptance of it was to be its Valentine’s gift to Her. If so, Happy Valentine’s Day Ms Elizabeth! On both ends, it seems like a much more meaningful ‘gift’ than a box of chocolates and a generic Hallmark card!! A ‘gift that keeps on giving’!!

And the clitty ring IS such a gift! From this sissy’s end, the gift is that the piercing has given its clitty a renewed lease on life. Although the sissy slut recognizes that it must be punished for this, its stupidstick is now CONSTANTLY hard. For too long, the sissy has had control over its clitty…being able to dictate when and where its clitty might be able to manipulate it into doing stupid things. The piercing has ‘turned the tables’. Just as it was when the sissy was eighteen years old and desperately ‘chasing tail’, its clitty now has re-asserted its complete control over the sissy. Ms Elizabeth’s piercing has empowered the sissy’s clitty to be in charge…to overwhelm the slut and make it helpless to resist Her devious ideas.

What situations Ms Elizabeth might now be able to force Her sissy into, simply by tweaking its clitty, are impossible to fully imagine. But whatever they might be, the sissy is now FAR less able to resist. And by stripping it of any last shred of its will to fight, Ms Elizabeth has given Her slave the ULTIMATE gift…the freedom (what a contradiction!!!!) to submit to Her as it has never done before.

The sissy now realizes, having considered these thoughts, that its journey did not end with the piercing. Quite the opposite. The piercing only began the next phase…where it COMPLETELY loses its ability to mask its true self…where its clitty is COMPLETELY in charge of it…and where Ms Elizabeth can control its mind, body, and soul so much more easily!

During that long, crazy trip home, the realization came upon the slut that at least part of its euphoric sense of pride was that Ms Elizabeth had trusted Her sissy idiot enough to give it this assignment, in full confidence that it was so dedicated and betrothed to Her that it would not fail Her. She had apparently had so much confidence in Her slut that She had even ‘advertised’ on Her blog, well ahead of time, and before the sissy had even had time to digest the assignment, that it would be piercing its clitty for Her. And She had written about it with such assurance…as though She had no doubt that Her bitch would be obedient. THAT was something for a submissive sissy whore to be proud about, surely! Somehow, through all the trials and tribulations along the way, the pathetic fool had gained HER trust. It had subserviently and obediently debased itself for Her and Her friends to a sufficient extent that She felt confident that it would not let Her down. Perhaps that thought should go straight into the ‘shame’ column, but as much as I try to force it there it won’t go. I will NOT be ashamed to be an owned sissy bitch…I will stand on the highest mountain and proudly shout it out: “I AM MS ELIZABETH’S WHORE!!!”

Another aspect of the pride the sissy felt is in the self-acceptance involved in having its clitty pierced, simply for the amusement of women. It is a difficult thing, in our stupidly patriarchal society, to ‘go against the flow’ and accept one’s own irrevocable instincts to throw off the façade and just BE. Despite the fact that we are (thank goodness!) finally approaching a point where a ‘gay’ male can just BE, where a lesbian woman can just BE, where a transsexual can just BE, it still seems unacceptable (shameful even!!) for a heterosexual male to accept a role as a sexually submissive sissy to a woman. I have wondered about this contradiction for a long time, and truly struggled with it. It almost seems that the freedom of the heterosexual male to adore the power of all things feminine is maybe the last ‘taboo’ boundary to be crossed. So in crossing that boundary…in having my sissy clitty pierced for the amusement of Ms Elizabeth….I felt something of the ‘rainbow’ pride that I cheer for with every ‘gay’ parade. I felt something of the comfort that some of my gay/lesbian friends have felt when they ‘came out’ and were embraced by their lifelong ‘straight’ friends rather than, as they feared, being rejected and ostracized. I felt pride in having the self-confidence in my gleefully heterosexual sissy self to say “I adore the power of Ms Elizabeth, I adore the power of WOMAN, and I LOVE to worship it and acknowledge it. I am a SISSY WHORE and I accept it and make no apologies for it!” The piercing for Ms Elizabeth was so perfectly symbolic of that pride! And it is not only about Her ‘physical beauty’ either, although of course I admire and respect that. It is MUCH more about Her recognition of the power of Her dominant mind…Her ability to use Her wit and intellect to twist and cajole and manipulate. Therein lies the TRUE power of domme!! The power I love, and accepted with the piercing!

For the rest of my life, whenever I touch my clitty, whenever I glance at myself in the mirror, whenever I towel myself dry after a morning shower, I will see Her label and will feel honored by the glowing privilege of knowing that MS ELIZABETH DID THIS TO ME!. Oh sure, She did not do it to me Herself, personally. And although the action was ultimately performed by the piercer, she had little or nothing to do with the meaning behind it; no doubt she has not thought about it once since it was done and paid for. So did I do it to myself? No, that would not be completely true to say either. I happily accepted to have it done to myself because Ms Elizabeth had skillfully, carefully, and (dare I say it?) considerately guided me to that beautiful place of submissive bliss.

And once there, finally free to be, the possibilities to explore and play seem endless!!

The piercing of its clitty complete, the sissy was left to spend the drive home contemplating the significance of what it had just done for Ms Elizabeth. That is when the conflicting emotions of shame and pride truly took hold. The shame, at first, was particularly intense. How pathetic it was that Ms Elizabeth’s bitch had acquiesced to doing this to itself, just for Her amusement!!!!! She had issued a casual command, and not only had it agreed to comply, but it had rearranged its entire life just to obey Her. It had spent countless hours alone researching the piercing and its ‘aftercare’, what gauge, what type of jewelry, where to get it done. It had planned for weeks in advance when the best time for it to happen would be, how it could re-arrange its schedule to make it possible by Her deadline. And it had done it without ever doubting the ultimate question…WOULD it actually do it? So part of the shame was that it had been so reduced by Ms Elizabeth…was so unquestionably, undoubtedly, undeniably under Her control…that it had taken it as a ‘given’ that it had to be done. It had no will of its own left to resist Her manipulation. Its only will, its overwhelming need, was to satisfy and amuse Her. There was no longer any possibility that it might mount any type of resistance. She had made it as pliable as putty in Her hands. As weak and helpless as mud dribbling through Her fingers. As it drove home with its clitty freshly pierced, after all the ‘arrangements’ that it had had to make to do it, it felt idiotic, and stupid, and absolutely pathetic.

It was ashamed as well of the inevitable uses that the piercing would be put to in furthering its torment. Ms Elizabeth had already indicated Her intent to dangle little bells from the piercing while She made it do its domestic duties for Her, and that She would be enjoying being able to attach chains from it that it might have to wear for days or weeks on end. It was reminded of having its wrists handcuffed to its balls, while She made it wriggle around in Erostek torture for Her and Ms Tara’s and Ms Corrine’s amusement. It was reminded of how painfully humiliating that was, and the thought of how much MORE humiliating it would be to have its hands chained directly to the most sensitive spot on its clitty was devastatingly shameful! And Ms Ryan had already planted the horrific little seed in its head that the piercing would be an ideal ‘contact point’ for the Erostek…AAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! The truth is that almost EVERYTHING that Ms Elizabeth had skillfully coerced the sissy into over the past year or so had left it feeling ashamed…weak…abused…degraded…pathetic…vulnerable…worthless…ridiculous…helpless. …but at the same time alive, invigorated, playful, silly, and FREE!

So in some unfathomable way, the sense of shame was surpassed by an even more pathetic sense of pride. As difficult as it was to understand, it was undeniable. The piercing been done made the sissy feel GOOD, and feel PROUD! It was on a most natural and magnificent high! But the ‘pride’ was more difficult to rationalize than the shame. Was it pride in being ‘brave’ enough to have its precious clitty pierced? No, that wasn’t it…Ms Elizabeth is right that the pain is not that bad. It’s not a ‘walk in the park’, but it pales in comparison to the dog collar shocks or the Erostek punishments. The ridiculous truth is that the sissy would have had to muster MUCH more bravery to NOT go through with it. When it arrived home to Ms Elizabeth’s devastatingly expecting IM: “WELL?” it responded by playfully teasing Her that it was sorry…it had chickened out. It told Her that it driven all the way to Toronto and then not had the guts to go through with it, got back in its car and drove back. Just the tone of Her reply: “YOU MUST BE KIDDING!!!!” was enough to scare the bitch into immediately dropping the charade. It is a good thing it did! She made it quite clear later that if it had been serious about not following through with Her orders She was intending to put it through an all-night punishment session that it would NEVER forget! And I don’t doubt it for a second that I would have been abused as never before!

So if THAT wasn’t the undeniable sense of pride this sissy was feeling, then what was it??? It had the long ride home to come to grips with exactly WHY it felt so good. And it DID feel good. It felt MORE than good…it felt euphoric! Absolutely beautiful! The knowledge that there was now a steel ring through its clitty, as ordered by Ms Elizabeth, was the most wonderfully mind-twisting thing that it had ever experienced! The long, writhing highway that carried it home would only delay the acknowledgment of its submission to Her…and give Her more time to anticipate its demise!

It is done. Saturday February 7th at 5:27 PM, the sissy’s clitty received Ms Elizabeth’s permanent tag. A 12-gauge stainless steel ring through the frenum. It is simply impossible for the sissy to explain the mixture of emotions it felt, either before, during, or after the ‘event’. But out of respect for its owner it will try its very best.

In the days leading up to the clitty tagging, this sissy felt a bizarre combination of conflicting thoughts and feelings. On the one hand, FEAR, on the other hand EXCITEMENT. On the one hand ANTICIPATION, on the other hand RELUCTANCE.

The fear was not so much a fear of the pain involved…although the sissy is not really much of a ‘pain slut’ , Ms Elizabeth has taught it to appreciate and accept a certain amount of pain as a necessary part of its training and self-understanding. Round after round of Erostek shockings from Ms Elizabeth and Her friends have driven this home (LITERALLY…right up the pussy ass more often than not!) very effectively. Although the frenum is a VERY sensitive spot, the sissy knew that the worst of the pain would be only momentary…as the needle drove through. I shouldn’t ‘downplay’ it…because that fear was very real, but the larger fear was in accepting, ‘no holds barred’, that it was so thoroughly and completely owned by Her that it HAD to allow Her to do this to its clitty.

There was also the immediate fear of having to take down its pants and panties in front of the ‘unknown’ woman who would be piercing it, and exposing its shaved sissy genitals to her. The thought of her calling in everyone in the tattoo studio to see how ridiculous it is…the thought of being laughed at, stripped naked, and kicked out onto the street for being such a sissy bitch, was something that put the slut ‘on edge’ to say the least.

As for the excitement…well, that is a little harder to explain, but every bit as real. It was very much in the same vein as the excitement the sissy feels before carrying through any of Ms Elizabeth’s humiliating assignments, but magnified 100X. Submissive bliss is the only way to describe it.

The anticipation was much more ‘long-term’…anticipation of how Ms Elizabeth could use its pierced clitty to torment it in a variety of ways later on. Those ways seem endless and limitless, perhaps better saved for another post. But the reluctance should be obvious. Whether it is justified or not, every man’s penis is his pride and joy. The sissy was about to have a hole driven through that pride and joy, and have it permanently tagged as belonging to Ms Elizabeth, just because She found it amusing and had, on a whim, issued the command.

Thankfully (I say that now), anticipation and excitement won out. What that says about the sissy it doesn’t want to think about, but what it says about Ms Elizabeth is worth SEVERAL thousand words.

She had expertly placed it in a classic ‘catch-22′. She had so thoroughly twisted Her slave around Her finger that not only did it WANT to do this for Her, but it was almost more terrified NOT to! The repercussions would have been FAR worse than the tagging!

It thought about this a lot on the long drive to the studio. Why had there been no question in its mind, once Ms Elizabeth issued the assignment, that despite whatever reservations it might have it would do it anyway? There had been no real doubt, from the outset, that its fate was inevitable. It just accepted it. WHY??? HOW did Ms Elizabeth bring it to this???? And perhaps more importantly, WHY was it feeling so grateful to Her for having done it?

I guess the answers to that are all over this blog, one tiny increment at a time. Ms Elizabeth has an undefinable ability to not only convince a slave to accept Her collar and leash, but to drag it around a room and make it ENJOY its humiliating position. I mean…REALLY enjoy it…sincerely and eagerly…and come back ever more frightened and groveling and begging to be dragged around some more! No doubt it is an innate skill…”natural born sadist” is right! But it is much more than that. It is a commitment on Her part to take the time to understand what makes Her slaves tick…to nurture their weaknesses and make them recognize and accept them. All for Her own amusement of course, but all good all around. And She takes that very very seriously, and truly enjoys doing it.

Which brings the sissy back to its earlier thought: “The sissy was about to have a hole driven through that pride and joy, and have it permanently tagged as belonging to Ms Elizabeth, just because She found it amusing and had, on a whim, issued the command.” Perhaps it WAS ‘on a whim’, but it was not without careful preparation of Her sissy. She did not issue this command the first time we spoke. She put a lot of effort…and yes, even concern and understanding (!!) into building up to this. So therein lies the answer to the question I was asking myself as I counted down the miles and the minutes to the inevitable…I couldn’t NOT do it, simply out of respect for what She has done to me and FOR me. I was offering my clitty as a gift, a repayment almost, to say “thank You Ms Elizabeth”.

There is so much more to say…but this is far too long already…next up…the conflict this sissy feels between “shame and pride” as it considers its pierced clitty.

Asslick??!!????? BAD SISSY!!!!!! VERY BAD SLAVE!!!! You know I can read your mind, bitch!! And I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that maybe you won’t go through with your little clitty piercing after all, aren’t you? So what’s the problem, little sissy???

Aaawwww…you’re afraid your little stupidstick is going to be sore for a while afterwards? Well, first things first you need to get one thing straight…it isn’t YOUR cock…it is Ms Elizabeth’s!!! It belongs to HER, and She wants it pierced. Surely you know far better by now than to deny Her amusement!!??!! Come on, repeat after me “it is not my clitty…it is not my clitty…it is not my clitty!” Give me 50!! And then give me 50 of “it belongs to Ms Elizabeth, it belongs to Ms Elizabeth…!!!”

You’re still ‘waffling’ aren’t you slut?? Oh, I can tell. You’re thinking to yourself, “well, what’s the worst thing that could happen if I don’t do it??”, aren’t you?? Well, let me make it quite clear…you DO NOT want to roll those dice! There are MANY more, far worse things that would result as punishment for such a transgression! So ask yourself…a little bit of clitty discomfort, or…THE BALLS!!!??? No need to go into details…but they’d be in SERIOUS trouble!

But what, asslick??? Hmmmm???? BUT WHAT??? Aaaawww…you’re afraid of the piercer seeing your shaved genitals and laughing at your sissification while she does the deed? Well, isn’t that EXACTLY as it should be, little bitch??? I hope she DOES find it amusing. In fact, I’m getting in the car and going with you, and I FULLY intend to whisper a few little things into her ear for Ms Elizabeth while you get ‘prepped’. I might even call Ms E from the studio, and let Her chat with the piercer throughout the whole process. On your dime of course!

Oooohhhh, no, I’m not going to try to assuage your fears asslick! Not a chance! I’m only going to ENHANCE them! You are Ms Elizabeth’s little sissy bitch and you are going to FEEL it with every ounce of your being…before, during, and AFTER!!

Once it’s done, and it’s healed sufficiently, I’m going to make sure that every time Ms E makes you put on one of your little sissy maid outfits to do your housework, you will do it with little bells dangling from the piercing. Just so I can keep track of where you are and how hard you are working. And once springtime comes, and She has you doing jumping jacks in the backyard on video for Her, I will make sure that it will be with bells and weights and chains dangling from that little owned clitty! Oh YES, asslick, Ms Elizabeth and I have so many wonderful little humiliating games planned for that pierced pee-pee! So do not even THINK about ruining our fun!!!!

You WILL go through with it, BITCH!!! And you will immediately report back to Ms Elizabeth and thank Her for doing it to you!!! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD??????????

Heeeelllllllloooooooooo asslick! I’m baaaaaaccccccccckkkkkk!!! Sooooooooooooo…I’ve been gone for a few days. Thought I should let You have some time to your sissy self to contemplate your inevitable clitty piercing. I can tell from that ridiculous stupified look on your face that you’re not looking forward to it, are you?

Aaaawww…don’t look so sad sissy bitch! Think of the fun Ms Elizabeth will have with it later. Come on now, lift up your little cheerleader skirt for me and show me where it will be done! OOOhhhhh…still in chastity are you? What is it now? Almost a full month! NOOOOOOOO…I have no authority to let you out…only Ms Elizabeth can do that…but lift up the cage for me and show me just where that piercing will go!!!

Ohhhh…right there in that sensitive little spot??? Ha ha ha ha ha! This will be SOOOO much fun!

The best part will be seeing you wake up each morning, and looking down and seeing Ms Elizabeth’s signature on your wittle pee-pee! Rest assured, sissy bitch, I won’t EVER let you forget that She did it to you, and that you gratefully agreed to comply. Once it is done, and ONLY once it is done, can you really say for honest truth that you are “OWNED BY HER”!!!

Heeeeeyyyyyy, welcome home sissy bitch! Ready for your weekend of total and complete humiliation??? You THINK so??? Well, you know you’re going to have to do MUCH better than that! You should KNOW so!!! You might as well just accept it and enjoy it as much as you can, because there is NO way out. I know how scared you are! I’ve read your IM’s to Ms Elizabeth, begging Her to give you a reprieve…and I’ve read Her replies too! There will be no mercy, no backing out at the last minute. No way, you little whore!

So you might as well just start right now. You will have no need of ‘man’ clothes this weekend…none whatsoever! So let’s get those off this very moment! What? Can you go inside the house first?? NOOOOOO!!! Of course not! You will strip yourself naked right here, right now, on your driveway in the snow! Aaawwww…but, but, but…I know it’s cold asslick. But tough titty for you! And I know you have to walk down the driveway to get your mail. That’s okay…while you were having your coffee this morning I took the liberty of putting a few things in the trunk of your car. Oh yes I did! Pop it open, sissy bitch! Ooooohhhhh…lookeeeeee…there are your thigh-high lace-up slut boots, and one of your little maid outfits, and a little hot pink lacy thong! I will grant you the privilege of getting back in your car to ‘make the change’, so you don’t have to stand in your bare feet in the snow and catch pneumonia…but then it’s ‘sissy walkies’ time!!!! Oh, you think maybe now you don’t really need to fetch your mail? Well I think you DO!!! And I REALLY like that you got home early enough so that you have to do it in broad daylight! Oh c’mon asslick, stop your whining…you know damn well that Ms Elizabeth would approve. I’m only going to laugh at you while you walk down your driveway like a little sissy idiot…if Ms Elizabeth was here She’d probably make you CRAWL down, on a leash, while She whipped your ass with a riding crop. So consider yourself lucky!

Ready to go, bitch??? Aaawwww…having trouble with those laces? Come on now…if this takes too long I’ll make you sit in a snowbank for a couple of minutes…that wouldn’t be fun for you would it??? There ya go…ready now? Come on then, get your hands on your head and parade! Pretty nipply out here isn’t it? Ha ha ha! Wow! Look at them poking through the lace on your outfit! I’ll have to remember to tell Ms Elizabeth that those tiny little nipples of yours are so sensitive! It’s too bad they really are so tiny…maybe a few collagen injections might help expand them a bit…or some estrogen therapy?? Now wait a minute!!??!!! What’s that going on down there with your chastised little clitty??? Seems to be poking out from under that maid apron!! Too bad you can’t do anything with it, all locked up as it is with Ms Elizabeth’s heavy combination lock. OMG you are truly pathetic aren’t you? You know damn well that I don’t really exist…I am just a wonderful, nasty little seed planted in your sissy head by Ms Elizabeth. And yet there you go anyway, obeying my orders, waltzing down your driveway in a maid outfit and slut boots, just because I say so, and because you know it would make Ms Elizabeth giggle! I LOVE it!!!! Ms Elizabeth’s erotic power makes me as real to you as any domme in the world, doesn’t it? Oooohhhh…I SO know that it does…and I’m not about to let you forget it…EVER!