Bonny brutality

I don’t pee standing up, either. My SO insists that I do it lying in my bathtub, with my legs up as far over my head as they’ll go. It’s quite uncomfortable – and messy – but she says it’s funnier that way.
The trick is to have a weekly joint budget – and for the male to have sufficient incentive to make sure it isn’t exceeded, no matter what she spends.
You can get an app to track your pillory time each week, I understand, which can be useful for writing letters of thanks.
‘D-I-V-O-R-C-E – find out what you’re worth to her, on the open market.’
Oh good. I hope one of them’s a nice cup of hot chocolate.
It’s not mind-reading. Men can’t really hide it when they’re aroused. I don’t just mean erections – even we submissives who aren’t allowed them exhibit subtler signs, like whining and pleading.

And she’s got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need

More Downton Domination: captioned images of high society and lowered trousers, in the 1930s and a little bit beyond.

The title of course is a quote from one of those frightfully amusing tales by dear old Plum.

When the belle strikes

She’s perfect, so is it so unreasonable for her to expect perfection around her?
She’s quite unsentimental about these things. Just as well, because her boys don’t usually last long.
The self-defense training can actually be worked into the pole-dancing routine, but they’d need several new submissives every night, so they only do that on special occasions.
Strangely, once the penitance she has in mind is complete, you’ll actually still be in a state of mortal sin – more so, if anything. So you’d better go straight to confession and it can all start again.
Conversations about money in relationships can be very uncomfortable. Many couples find it easier never to discuss money – my SO certainly never allows the topic to come up.

Fascinatrices

Trust is important in marriage, but not as important as discipline. She’d like to trust you, but like any caring wife she just wants to make quite sure.
She doesn’t know much about horses. You know, she didn’t even realise you don’t have to peel carrots before you give them to a horse? So someone spent over an hour peeling carrots… and then there were all the scrapings to be eaten up off the ground. All in all, it’s fair to say this is not what he expected when he paid a domme to come out to his place in the country… which is probably why he tipped her double and emailed her the very next day requesting another session.
Just after this picture was taken, he made the mistake of replying that in that case he would be happy to help out by doing half of the spanking. This did not go down well, but after a very long discussion their marriage emerged stronger than ever.
Fair enough to pay extra for an orgasm but I’ve heard there are some fake dommes who charge extra for simple things that really ought to be included in the up-front tribute, like being untied, having the beating stop or just the plastic bag removed from over your head. It’s a rather shady practice, in my view.
The most important thing for her to realise is that she’s in control.
I find it hard to look at her without suffering an Anya-ism. Well, “suffering” isn’t really the right word.

You are the product

Except that today you’re not (unless your Mistress is putting you up for auction, obviously). Instead, it’s another collection of advertising-themed images.

Contemplating the Divine takes no responsibility for any painful, humiliating or soul-destroying consequences arising from attempting to use the products advertised here. Although any funny and embarassing stories are welcome, obviously.

No resemblance to advertising campaigns for actual products, especially soft drinks made by huge multinationals with well-staffed legal departments, is intended. C’mon, guys, can’t you take a joke? No? Oh well…

… and a bonus image. A different theme to the ones above, but I don’t have six like this, so might as well put it up here:

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

Let’s go, girls.

She’s been working recently on trying get tears just right… the way they catch the light and sparkle as they drip down a screaming sitter’s cheeks can be so hard to capture, but she’s determined to nail it.
The process of booking her does involve almost as much subterfuge, of calling anonymous phone numbers when you reach a certain location, as a first visit to a domme, though.
Remarkably, the premium Net Nanny service continues to work even if you’re never allowed to access the Internet again. Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime lifestyle choice.
They offer a deep cleaning service too.
Oh, it won’t take as long as that.
A teachable moment with Annie is a thing to be treasured.

Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling

It’s a very rewarding relationship. But there can also be penalties.
She hasn’t completely forgiven him you understand. The topic will come up again… but that’s enough for one day.
A bit thoughtless of Suzie, I’d say, leaving her gimp chained up for her friends to look after. She could have got one of those autofeeder things and saved them a lot of trouble. Or just a really big bucket for the food mixture.
Then you can get on with making dinner. They’re going to be hungry, I expect.
Ma’am!
I never know anything. Wouldn’t particularly want to, if I were there… I could just be.

…and an extra one, which I wrote in a particularly worshipful mood.

… although actually that’s not true (like many things on this blog), because obviously in session you can get away with calling her ‘Mistress’. Which was just as well for me, as I’d always assumed it was some variant of ‘El-ee-ssa’. I was granted the extraordinary privilege of visiting Mistress Eleise three or four times about ten years ago and I never did realise I was saying her name wrong in my head until I heard her say it in a video, quite recently. Fortunately, I never committed the unforgiveable sin of mispronouncing her name out loud, to her very feet (oh, those feet…). Not that it got me out of the slappings (and the mocking… oh, that mocking!) I so thoroughly deserved.

I know I’ve got to get out and cry

Yes, the easily recognised lyrics from what is perhaps the most 1980s big-hair video ever signals not a post about 1980s magazines, but rather an increasingly desperate attempt to find titles vaguely related to ‘turning’ because this, ladies and scum, is a ‘turning point’ post.

Again.

Held in contempt

Have a bit of empathy for goodness’ sake: she’s not actually ‘asking’ here… mars and venus thing, you know?
Curiously enough, none of them confessed until she got to level 11, then three did, all at the same time. So of course she had to carry on a bit to sort out who was telling the truth and who lying. Which was a bit hard on the other six, I suppose, but fairness is important to her so she wanted to be sure who was guilty.
They’ll be bringing you a special meal and drinks, so be sure to tell them if there’s anything you really don’t enjoy eating.
They can still have a lot of mushrooming fun. The woods are full of fungal growths: on the mossy ground, around the base of tree-trunks, growing on rotting old logs. A few of them are poisonous to humans, though, so she should find a way of testing for toxicity before taking any home to cook.
They used to have cigarette girls too, astonishing though it is to think of that today.
Kitten’s sympathetic face is pretty good, don’t you think? She had to practise it a lot, when she was starting out, because she didn’t find it easy.

Under her care and control

Because she’s very caring and very controlling.

‘Rules’ mind you, not ‘contract’. Your agreement was not required then, nor is it now.
Quite a lot at those ladies’ hourly rates, I hope.

I’ll mention again, in gratitude and encouragement, that Cruella’s back catalogue of magazines and photos is finally being made available for download. You can even pay by PayPal. Go on…

I might like it if it were consistently cooked properly but, for some reason, half of the time the person serving me just pushes a bowl of raw octopus into my face. I can’t imagine why this place gets such rave reviews. Still, you go for the experience, really, don’t you?
Obviously, it’s a bit of a gamble giving your life and freedom up to some unknown starlet. Sure, you might end up with a diamond-encrusted collar, chained up in the playroom of a Beverley Hills mansion… But most budding actresses don’t make it and you’re far more likely to end your days working two paid jobs and doing domestic slavery for an abusive, bitter alcoholic, her looks ruined by bad plastic surgery, living with her violent boyfriend in a trailer park somewhere. Which – y’know – isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but you should know what you’re getting into, that’s all.
I might venture a prediction… well: more of a guess, really.
I wonder what it would take to convince him to go vegetarian?

The astonishingly glamorous, beautiful and witty Mistress Eleise de Lacy, a truly wonderful domme, now sadly retired. This tweet from Sardax contains lovely pictures I’d never seen before, showing her playful smile (do tigresses smile? If so, it must look something like that).

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