Domme’s Surname imposed, and more

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is an email I received from the wonderful Mistress M. The concept of the submissive having to take the Dommes surname during marriage, or by legal name-changing is a novel one and pretty powerful I think. No double-barrelled name. The sub loses his surname.

Dear Ms Scarlet,  

I wanted to give you a couple of important updates in our relationship that I thought you might enjoy. I informed my bitch of both these changes on Christmas eve. After I returned home from work that day (he had returned earlier and was busy chopping veggies for dinner like the good slave he is), I beckoned him upstairs into my bedroom. As is the standard, he knelt by my feet with his head down, fretting about what new miseries were on his way.

‘Bitch, I have decided that from now on you will be taking MY name. Tomorrow you will explain to your parents about this decision and then later change your surname on social media. After that you will make that change legally, it will be quite a bit of paperwork, but I don’t really care. Am I being clear?’  

He nodded and looked a bit relieved; he was probably expecting something much worse. 

As you know Ms Scarlet, we are from a somewhat socially conservative country. While our friends and family circles are quite progressive, this is something that will raise a few eyebrows. But as a modern-day feminist in a female led relationship, I feel it is my duty to shift the Overton window when it comes this. I wonder what you or your readers think about this. Should millennial/Gen Z married slaves/subs be required to take their owner/Mistress’ name?  

‘So, what do you think? Are you comfortable with my decision?’  

‘Yes, Mistress.’  

‘No, seriously tell me what you are actually thinking.’  

‘I think it’s an honour Mistress.’

Awwww. I almost felt bad now about the other thing. I let him kiss my bare feet for some time as a reward before moving on to the next part.

‘So, on the 29^th my mother, S, P and I, (S and P are two of my girlfriends), are going on a trip to Bali. We will return on Monday, 2^nd Jan. I have already made the arrangements.’

He looked crestfallen. 

‘I know in the past we’ve always gone on foreign holidays together but moving forward that may not always be the case. Don’t you think your Goddess deserves to be on a sunny beach on New Year’s eve sipping on a cocktail while you toil for her in this damp cold weather?’

He let out a sigh while nodding in agreement and almost immediately received a tight smack across his face. 

‘More enthusiasm bitch! I want you to be happy for me. We leave on the 29th. Anyways here’s what I want you to do : forget your year-end holiday. You will take extra shifts at work (without specifying much, both of us work in the health sector and they’re always short of personnel during this time of the year). You will take 12-hour shifts on the 29^th, 30^th, 31^st and 1^st. You will return home immediately after your shift is over. I will leave you with a small amount of money that should cover your transportation expenses. No cars, only public transport. Any questions?’  

‘What about food, Mistress?’ 

‘The day before I leave, prepare a large pot of soup with pumpkin, raw papaya, gourd and coriander (he hates all of these vegetables passionately) and put it in the refrigerator. Make sure it will last for four days. Every night on returning home from work, you’re to drink one bowl of said soup and go to sleep. You will be exhausted as it is. There will also be a few slices of bread in the refrigerator, you will clean everything else out. Have a cold bread or two before going to work. And if you are a good boy in the next few days, I’ll also buy a packets of biscuits. You can take one each day to work. Every room will be locked except for the dining room and a bathroom. I’ll leave a blanket and a pillow for you to sleep on the floor in the dining room. No cell phone or laptop. I will also leave a credit card, but you will be severely punished if you use it without an emergency.’

I really wanted him to experience the life of a despondent slave during the jolliest time of the year. I can sometimes be such a cruel bitch. He is obviously caged 24×7 and for the record hasn’t had an orgasm since early November, so there’s that too, lol.  

‘That’d be all bitch. I’ll fill you in with more details later. And after you are done make sure your man pussy is well prepared, because Mr. “X” (X=my last name), is giving a pounding tonight. Fuck off now.’  

Happy New Year to you Ms Scarlet and may this year be even more decadent for us Goddesses and more miserable for our puppets. 

Yours,

M