Delilah and Samson

November 12th, 2019

One of My cross-dressing pets asked Me why do Mistresses like shaving their slaves’ heads.

The answer is easy.

Obviously the point of keeping slaves for a Mistress is to be freed of all menial concerns and chores.

This being said, there are some small domestic tasks Mistresses find enjoyable and will make a point of taking into their own hands.

One of them is the shaving of a slaves head. I have to admit I get a special gratification out of this innocent ritual.

Are Mistresses unconsciously acting out the myth of Delilah and Samson? Maybe so.

Although I don’t feel much affinity with the caricatured biblical temptress, we do share a similarity: A Mistress’s purpose in removing Her slave’s hair is to enforce his enslavement.

By depriving him of that individuality, a Mistress is effectively transforming him in such a way that he will hardly recognize himself when looking into a mirror,

driving it home the hard way that their body is the Mistress’s exclusive property to do with as they wish.

When the slave sees himself so utterly modified that he knows he no longer relates to the face of the free person he once had.

What he sees instead is a depersonalized creature.

The poor beast is left with no other choice than to embrace his image of slavery—the shorn head—and do so with sincere gratitude.

Mistresses have no qualms admitting that they enjoy removing their pet’s hair as if they were peeling off any remnant of his former life.

The male that emerges from that chrysalis will undoubtedly prove to be totally subjected to his Mistress’s will, having no other hope than to serve Her and to remain in Her good grace.

But unlike Delilah, when a Mistress shaves off the hair of one of Her males, Her intent is surely not to weaken him.

On the contrary:  A Mistress is significantly empowering him.

By depriving him of this physical attribute of his personality, She is doing more than simply performing the symbolic act of degrading him to his subservient status;

She is also freeing him of all his fears, apprehensions and inhibitions.

Having lost everything—freedom, possessions, friends and relations—his unique and sacred ambition is to serve and please his Owner.

This is a Mistress’s gift to Her loyal slave.

This is the power a Mistress is instilling in him: having no concern for his own well being or safety he will obey Her orders without even a second thought as nothing could ever matter more to him than satisfying Her whims.

Such selflessness is tantamount to invincibility.

And a Mistress will accept nothing less from Her pets.

When the Virtual Metamorphoses Into a Reality

May 14th, 2014

Often times online references to “slavery” are not talking about slavery but rather the simulation of slavery; a fun fantasy adults engage in behind closed doors or a commercial venture for porn companies or Pro-Dominatrices.  For a small handful of others, slavery is a very real, choice-based way of life.

Shaving a slave's head

September 6th, 2013

Some may argue that a slave still remains a person, and why not? But to Me, that’s neither here nor there. A slave is first and foremost a s-l-a-v-e. And that is all.

A commodity, a piece of property, a tool, a beast of burden, a toy or whatever his Keeper wants it to be. In My book, that means interchangeable, easily replaceable, totally expendable.

Even if, as with many other Women, I will at times enjoy finding in a slave an intuitive creature who is quite capable of interesting conversation, thoughtful attentions and educated understanding.

I do appreciate such precious qualities and want to be able to switch them on and off at My leisure. But it makes no difference to the basic fact that a slave is and will always remain just and only that: a slave.

It is absolutely essential that subservient males must never be allowed to forget that reality.

That is why I want My slaves to be constantly reminded of their servile condition so that they could never entertain the delusion of being permitted to step out of it. And for this, there’s nothing like the good old recipes.

You know that saying, clothes don’t make the man? Well, maybe so, but no clothes at all do make the slave.

At least in My world, which is all that matters to Me and My males anyway. Oh yes, appearances do matter and the only piece of clothing I’ll allow My slaves is a good, sturdy, iron collar.

There’s nothing like taking his clothes away to make a male feel all the extent of his lowly, servile condition.

Yet, that’s still not enough for My taste.

So I recently decided to shear My slave’s hair, to further deprive him of his personality traits and ingrain even deeper in his subservient psyche the absolute extent of his abasement and depersonalization.

The results went even beyond My expectations. Naked as a worm! Lol – And it worked wonders on the silly beast. It made him happy too.

That is, after the initial shock. Well, anyway, I’m sure it will make him happy in the long run. The way he was expressing his gratitude immediately afterwards was quite touching.

And it did improve his slavishness and eagerness to serve Me, no doubt. Once again, I’m pleased with My brilliant idea.

And those that know Me, of course I taped the whole event. I was not going to deprive Myself of the pleasure of replaying it once in a while.

And in My immense generosity, I decided to share this moment with you, if only for educational purposes, for Mistresses and slaves alike.

Expectations of a Slave

May 17th, 2013

As I have mentioned recently, I do accept that My slaves love Me.  In so doing, I know I am showing exceptional leniency and openness of mind.

It is indeed very generous of Me since by condescending to tolerate a slave’s adoration for Me, no matter how far beneath Me, how insignificant he might be as a male, I acknowledge

I do see it as only natural that a male should be consumed with love for Me, his Keeper.  I even accept his being haunted permanently by My beauty.  Providing his carnal desires remain strictly chastised and reigned in, I see them as conducive to the perfect servility I demand of him.

I am after all a Goddess to My lowly creature, the incarnation of the Feminine ideal, the inaccessible idol he’s sacrificing all, freedom, comfort, even security to serve for life.

I see no reason to reject his passionate love any more than I’d reject the loyal affection of My dog.  And just as with a dog, depending on My whim, at times I will reward him with My attention, even My affection.

A good slave will receive such exceptional gestures of appreciation from his Mistress as priceless gifts from his inaccessible Goddess.

He will cherish them and they will serve to reinforce his eternal devotion and gratitude for Me.  But there are also those males who, never fully resigned to their abject servitude, probably suffering from delusions of equality with their Keeper, will want to exploit Her empathy, seeing a chance to inch their way into some sentimental, reciprocal attachment with Her.

Soon, misunderstanding any benevolent signs of kindness from Her, they will begin to feel entitled to love and respect, even romance, in return for their own needy passion.

This can never be tolerated. This is tantamount to leaping on the couch for a dog in some pitiful attempt at feeling comfortable on an equal footing with his Mistress.

A slave is a slave, period.   And while a slave is still human, he must know and embrace he can never entertain any hope of getting above his servile condition.

In My house, slaves are animals, they belong to the ground at My feet, groveling.  While I welcome– on My terms, sincere displays of their absolute adoration and love for Me, and I will often graciously reward such with an affectionate pat.

I will mercilessly crush any symptoms of sentimental greed, entitlement, jealousy.  They are not the genuine expressions of the selfless, servile love I expect of My slaves but on the contrary they reveal an unhealthy resurgence of rebellious male ego.

I know the signs.  I will recognize them immediately and I will act swiftly, crushing the culprit with merciless severity.