Thursday, April 19, 2012

Harriet Marwood, Governess


Harriet Marwood is the quintessential dominant woman. She is given charge of a boy in Victorian England to supervise and educate. This comes about after the boys mother died. It is decided that 14 year old Richard Lovel is too much of a handful to be raised by his father alone. Or rather, Benjamin's lack of supervision resulted in his own hand being filled far to often due to his 'vile habit' of constant self abuse. Following the advice of his mistress, Richard's father employees Harriet Marwood to set the boy straight and turn him from a timid, passive, frail boy into a man.

Harriet quickly adopts corporeal punishment as her chosen method of control:

Page 49 - ... and old oak had lost its grim and surly character, and the funeral black leather armchair, on which Richard had had so often to kneel, his loins bared to receive the cane or ruler at the hands of his strict governess, had an air of dullness and respectability. The boy had just passed his sixteenth birthday. During the winter he had grown taller and gained some weight, but it was noticeable that the effeminacy of his appearance had increased also. Moreover, if his figure was still slim, his thighs.and loins had taken on a further breadth, an amplitude which was emphasised by the close fit of the Eton jacket and trousers he still wore. Since Harriet Marwood had definitively adopted the method of corporal punishment to bring him to her idea of perfection, — the end to which she was passionately devoted — scarcely a day had gone ‎by without her having had recourse to the cane...[and then]...I did not know we should have occasion for the whipping-harness quite so soon, Richard," she said quietly. "Indeed, I had hoped it would not be needed for a long time. But your conduct has shown me that I must take the most extreme measures. You have disappointed me more than I can say . . ." The note of reproach in her voice affected him even more painfully than the prospect of further chastisement. A great sob of anguish rose in his breast, and falling on his knees before her he burst into tears....‎

Her methods lead to remarkable events far beyond what she imagined. Poor Richard is confused by his sensual attraction to Harriet and the constant whippings and unbearable humiliation he suffers as his school friends learn of his precarious home life and predictably mock him in response. Indeed Harriet flaunts her control over him in public, right in front of the girls from his class and others who come into the picture.  There is a memorable beach scene at which Richard meets his girlfriend while Harriet escorts him.  Richard fails so miserably at his swimming lessons as his girl friend, Alicia, and her two companions watch from the beach, he is taken by Harriet into the dressing room to be soundly reprimanded for his attitude.

Page 219 "governess and pupil entered the bathing machine and the door closed behind them...The trio outside, drawn as if by some spell to the little building which had been so unexpectedly pressed into service..."

As his whipping proceeds Richard begins to cry out in pain ever more shamelessly, all the while Alicia stands right outside until the door opens and Richard emerges into the bright sunlight. Of course Alicia is astonished.

"She stared at him in dismay, still half unable to believe the shameful sight. 'Why Richard!' she cried. 'How could you--how could you let'...She was unable to finish her question. All at once she was obliged to suppress a hysterical inclination to laugh. Richard stood before her in silence, gasping at the intensity of his misery. And then suddenly, added to his awareness of the marks on his loins and his recollection of the cries, she gave way to her impulse and burst into wild laughter."

And so the story goes on.   This an award winning book depicting female dominance at its best.   It is a classic.

Monday, April 16, 2012

One day at the beach


Since childhood I've had strong desires to be a girl. As a boy I used to wear nylons under my pants and even from a young age I had fantasies of being teased and laughed at by attractive girls for my sissy desires. I've had many experiences of various sorts over the years that have only intensified these feelings. For instance, once I was strolling down the crowded beach wearing a female wig and a woman’s one-piece bathing suit. I have a compelling need to expose my fem side in public, of course with due respect to others. But I was strolling along the beach enjoying the sun and I found a nice little patch of sand to spread my blanket. There were two attractive young ladies not far behind me, so I laid my self down right in front of them, applied my suntan, and laid down to enjoy the day. After several minutes a breeze caught the skirt on my bathing suit and blew it up halfway into my lap. I heard one of the girls say “Excuse me” indicating she noticed but I didn’t move. I couldn’t, because even that simple situation was a great excitement for me. At first I was neatly tucked back between my legs (where I feel I always belong) but as I became a bit more excited I started to pop just a bit. Well, the girl must have gotten a little view because she started to laugh. There is nothing I crave more than being laughed at by attractive women while I am fully sissified in front of them. She then drew me to the attention of her friend and they both laughed. Then the laughter intensified and continued. My stomach filled with butterflies. They laughed and laughed and laughed, as I turned redder and redder and became still more excited. What a simple but wonderful memory. I've recalled it many times with my hand between my legs. They were empowered and I humiliated and loving it.

Bitter Moon Cuckold Scene


Bitter Moon is a sensuous but dark film by Roman Polanski about a relationship that disintegrates into cruelty and  humiliation as he turns on her.  But then the tables turn when he is injured and confined to a wheel chair.  She returns to 'care' for him, ultimately turning him into a cuckold husband.  It's a dark psychological study of love gone wrong.  A link to one of the important cuckold scenes is given below.

www.youtube.com/watch

Sunday, April 15, 2012

A fairy dream come true


I've never been lucky enough to experience the likes of this but this is exactly how I feel on the inside.

Her friend has left. At last an evening alone with her again. It
seems as if Wanda had saved up all the love, which had been kept from
her, for this superlative evening; never had she been so kind, so
near, so full of tenderness.

What happiness to cling to her lips, and to die away in her arms! In
a state of relaxation and wholly mine, her head rests against my
breast, and with drunken rapture our eyes seek each other.

I cannot yet believe, comprehend, that this woman is mine, wholly
mine.

"She is right on one point," Wanda began, without moving, without
opening her eyes, as if she were asleep.

"Who?"

She remained silent.

"Your friend?"

She nodded. "Yes, she is right, you are not a man, you are a
dreamer, a charming cavalier, and you certainly would be a priceless
slave, but I cannot imagine you as husband."

Venus in Furs, 1870
by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch