Last Updated on 27 July, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Some of you will already be aware that I’m a Domme in the BDSM scene. I have a long-term, lifestyle slave, who was named penny upon his collaring. That was in 2014, and twelve years later we have learned a lot about each other and have found our Mistress/slave rhythm. Slave penny has recently written some highly imaginative fantasy slave diary entries that many of you have been enjoying. Today, I want to share what my submissive does each day, in his real life. But I’m not talking about his employment, or hobbies; these are the specific FemDom slave rituals that he has been motivated to do every single day. They are actions and behaviours which heighten his feelings of submission and devotion to me. They are particularly beneficial to our dynamic as despite infrequent meetups, most of our interaction is over WhatsApp because we live a couple of hours from each other. I hope you find this post intriguing, arousing, shockingly filthy and perverted. Be prepared for explicit descriptions of submissive depravity, all negotiated and carried out within the safety framework of our SSC BDSM relationship.
Style note: The post below is written with the honorifics protocol adopted by many in the BDSM scene, including Me and My slave. Anything relating to the submissive is lower-case, including his personal pronoun and name. Anything relating to Me as the Dominant is capitalised, including personal pronoun and My name. slave penny often capitalises other words relating to Me to better communicate his reverence and subservience.
About My slave
My slave, penny, has been Mine for over 12 years. First contact was from him, and his attitude, kinks and desires were a match for Mine. We spoke on Fetlife, and Twitter (this was in the ‘good old days’), and within a few months we’d arranged a meetup.
Due to his employment and other factors in his current life, he does not live with Me or even in the nearby village in order to be the on-tap slave he wishes he could be. Should his situation change, I know he would purchase a small, slave-appropriate property nearby so he could serve Me (well, Us. My husband too) as and when required. In person. As a footstool, butler or maid, gardener, cook, general dogsbody, actual dogsbody during puppy play, personal shopper, masseur, handyperson for any fixing jobs around the home, gimp when I want him hooded and sweating as you work, or simply as he’s made to stand still for hours in the hottest place I can find, cuck when I desire one, My used lingerie handwasher, punching bag/whipping post, doormat for My boots – regardless of the heel height, spittoon, slavemeat that I regularly peg into deeper submission… anything and everything I could ever want from a slave.
Currently, slave penny is not wearing a chastity cage. My preference would be for him to be (almost) constantly locked in chastity, with the smallest chastity cage possible. However, for a variety of reasons, that isn’t possible right now. We work around it. I make him pay for it.
he is still banned from touching himself for sexual pleasure, unless I dictate it, and banned from orgasm. Therefore slave penny is in a form of chastity, not under physical lock and key chastity device, but enforced through his deep submission, obedience, and the fulfilling restraint of psychological Domination and submission.
As it stands, and despite the lack of locked cage, he’s pleasing enough for now. And he knows that he has to keep it that way, pleasing to Me, in order to remain in My stable. The submission he feels towards Me has deepened over the years to the point where he has been compelled to begin certain behaviours and practices, slave rituals, all borne entirely from his own chastity-enhanced arousal and devotion to Me. They have been agreed to, by Me, after he has begged to include them in his daily life.
Over to slave penny, who will describe in his own words what these daily slave rituals are, how they make him feel, and how they deepen his submission and enhance our D/s dynamic.
my daily slave rituals, by penny
Step by small step the depth of my submission has been tested and excavated over the last few years. Step by step every other element of my persona has made way for my submission to become foremost and central.
my submission is sexual and thrives on constant sexual arousal and torment. That is something that now haunts and controls me every waking moment of my days. It even starts before i am aware of being awake each morning. Yet the saying “thinking with your cock” does not apply. This submissive arousal controls a brain that functions rationally and deviously in the interests of the Goddess who induces the arousal. The brain has to remain analytical and rational in order to perform any duties the Goddess demands to the best of my abilities. The constant arousal and torment that i live with takes control of my body and mind. It’s as strong as typical sexual arousal gets, but it doesn’t make me lose control.
On reflection, to imply that a real man loses control is an injustice. A real man is driven to make love, to sate his passion, and to show the woman who induces that desire how much she is loved and wanted. Passion does require a removal of restraint, but that doesn’t mean the real man does not remain in control.
i do not seek release through passion. i am inadequate in that regard and i believe that inadequacy defines me as a beta male.
Embracing this status was an essential step on the escalator taking me to the depths of submission that sometimes surprises and hopefully pleases You, Supreme Goddess.
Now, about my daily rituals. Your slave’s rituals primarily take place at the start of each day, Mistress. They prepare and hone me for my day’s servitude, suffering and obedience, Supreme Goddess.
As i become aware and awake each morning, i am already on top of my bed, arching my body upwards whispering adorations to the Goddess to whom i belong.
my hands, palms down flat on each side of my hips, press down hard against the mattress, raising my tormented slug (Mistress’ adopted name for my penis because that’s what it resembles) and genitalia to the heavens, whispering words of glorification, adoration and worship to the Goddess whom i have the blessing to be completely and utterly owned and enslaved by.
Once i’m aware that i will shortly be rising from my bed, i reach out to the bedside table and take out my everyday nipple clamps from the drawer then attach them to my sensitive nipples appropriately. Your slave will then do a few more upward thrusts of worship before rising from my bed.
Immediately upon rising from my bed, i cover myself with my dressing gown, thereby hiding my pink latex thong i almost always wear, and the nipple clamps, and make my way to the main bathroom. It is extremely early in the morning and the possibility of the person i share the house with coming out of their bedroom is close to zero, but it is better to be safe than sorry, Goddess.
Once in the bathroom, i remove my dressing gown and carefully peel off the pink latex thong. i cup the thong’s pouch in my hand to ensure no overnight ‘slug drool’ escapes. This drool is what i also call my ‘submission juice’ because it fills my balls and simmers there in my ongoing chastity, teased and aroused by You, Goddess, overflowing and seeping out of me as if You were milking me by Your gloved hand. Once it is off, i kneel, as if at Your feet, and lick the drool from the inside of the pouch while at the same time declaring myself Yours and espousing Your glory. At this time these glorifications and mantras are random and formed in my head as i sense Your glory and complete power over me and Your world.
This will take up 10 to 15 minutes. Afterwards, i thoroughly wash the area of my body that is covered by the thong and apply moisturising cream to the inside of my thighs, before replacing the pink latex thong. The thong will remain worn by me for the remainder of the day. Later in the day i will shower with the tight thong snugly gripping my slug and testicles.
The ritual in the main bathroom is repeated in the main bathroom last thing at night, after my housemate has retired to bed and immediately before i prepare myself for sleep. The pink latex thong is carefully removed, and the daytime drool emissions are licked from the latex pouch before the thong is peeled back on for the night.
When i first come downstairs in the morning, i fill a glass with water and pour it into a dog bowl. The dog bowl is hidden discreetly in my office and any water i need for hydration in the day is slurped like a dog from it, for Your pleasure and amusement, Goddess. i am your disgusting creature.
In the early hours of the morning and any time in the day, when discretion allows, i will place the dog bowl on a rubber mat on the floor of my office and lie flat on my stomach with hands clasped behind me, like the debased writhing worm i am, and slurp the water out of the bowl. All water throughout the day is slurped from the bowl either on the floor, as described, or from on top of my desk if discretion is uncertain.
During the recent heatwaves i have needed more hydration than usual. This has led to regular visits to the dog bowl, usually on the floor, slurping up as much water as possible each time. The humiliation and degradation then leads to more ‘slug drool’ emissions in my pink latex thong. A vicious circle. Not helped by the fact that You have required various photos and videos of me carrying out such rituals recently, for Your amusement and pleasure, Goddess.
The dog bowl is then emptied of any residual water before breakfast which is at around 8am, and then lunch at around 1pm. Time for meals.
my breakfast, which is overnight oats made with water, is spooned into the dog bowl then eaten in the same way as the water is slurped. At 8am, my breakfast can almost always be consumed from the dog bowl, from my ‘worm position’ on the floor.
After breakfast and lunch, i rinse out the dog bowl and fill a glass with water. On each of these occasions, i peel back the front of the latex thong to expose my, by now extremely sticky and messy ‘slug’, and dangle it in the glass of water. i pull back my foreskin and rinse my slug in the water fully, to ensure any ‘drool’ build up since early morning contaminates the water, which i then pour into the dog bowl for consumption over the afternoon and evening.
Almost all of my day could be regarded as a ritual for You, Goddess. The way i sit erect and alert at my desk, my knees splayed so that the pink latex material of my thong grips my sensitive, tormented, slug and balls. The way i worship You all day until the moment sleep takes me late at night. And then You are waiting for me in the most beautiful nightmares, Mistress.
Psychologically as well as physically completely Yours from even before the moment i wake, Supreme Goddess of all.
Other FemDom dynamic rituals
penny’s daily slave rituals are obviously extremely personal to him, his desires and what he’s felt compelled to do every day to more mindfully inhabit his submission and physically exhibit his devotion to Me. Not every sub or slave has daily rituals in their FemDom dynamic, and those that do will likely have rituals that look very different to those we’ve shared here today.
What other FemDom slave rituals are there, that you might consider including in your own dynamic?
They don’t have to be quite as extraordinary as slave penny’s, and you don’t even have to incorporate daily slave rituals in order to enjoy a deeply fulfilling D/s relationship. If you would like to try, perhaps consider things that are easy for you to include. Behaviours you can actually do each day, nothing too long or complex, or that you’ll get tired of or forget.
Ideas for beginner daily slave rituals:
- Starting each day by sending a message of thanks and worship to your Domme
- Ending each day with a spoken or silent prayer of thanks to your Owner
- Adopting a submissive position in private and spending five, ten or fifteen minutes meditating on your glorious Domme
- Taking yourself out for a walk to keep yourself fit and active for your Domme
- Drinking only what they’ve permitted you to drink
- Eating only pre-authorised meals and snacks
- Wearing an accessory that has been gifted or approved by your Owner. It doesn’t have to be as obvious as a collar. It could be something discreet, like a chain, bracelet, ring, even a certain style of underwear that only you and She knows about
- Sacrificing something enjoyable, as an act of submission to Her. It could be sexual pleasure and orgasms, but it could also be something you used to enjoy as a regular treat.
None of these are required, and all of them are adjustable to whatever feels right for you both. The only rule in BDSM is consent, and the main goal is the fulfilment and happiness of everyone involved. Everything else is adaptable.
If you’re looking for inspiration on Dominant, service-oriented or humiliating commands to give your slave or submissive, check out 50 Kinky Tasks to Give Your sub.
Curious about Domination and submission in general? Head to my topic hub which gathers all my posts on Dominance in BDSM.
Final thoughts
My slave performing his daily rituals and deeply submissive behaviours provides quite a few benefits to our overall Domme/sub relationship. I am aware of him doing these rituals for Me, in My honour, motivated by his ongoing admiration and adoration, every single day. It feels wonderful. They are an ongoing reminder of his place, not only in our dynamic, but in his everyday life. They reiterate the fact that I am Superior, and the one in charge, and he is inferior, and owned property, as part of our preferred roleplay. It all keeps him feeling humble, degraded, humiliated, chaste and chastened, and Me feeling gloriously Divine.
The daily rituals strengthen our Mistress and slave bond despite the fact we cannot be physically together very often. They are scaffolding and support for a dynamic that relies heavily upon honesty and trust.
I regularly request proof of completion of some of slave penny’s daily slave rituals. Not all, there are some things I don’t want to see. But the sensation of him taking photographic or, even better, video evidence of some of his rituals affects him on a profoundly deep level. And the sensation when I see him carrying out these rituals, degrading and debasing himself for Me, is exquisite. Orgasmic, even.
They help keep us bound together, even though we’re apart.
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