It’s that special day again

The day everything changed. See, billions of years ago, the first living things wriggled and crawled out of the primordial slime, humans appeared a few million years ago and although the males had mental characteristics still based in the worms of their ancestry (as well as ape-like hygiene), women’s civilising influence began to be felt. And so we had the Pyramids, rise and fall of empires, yada yada, two world wars and one world cup, lots of stuff happened anyway, a lot of it quite bad and then finally, on 12th November 1982, the world just became… better! And that was that.

Yes, this blog would like to wish a Happy Hathaday to all its readers, even the creepy males who don’t deserve it.

And finally, because I haven’t featured it here for a while and only posted it about seventeen times when I did, for the benefit of any poor benighted soul who missed it, here is Annie Hathaway* getting cross and an interviewer narrowly missing out on a well-deserved spanking, unlucky chap. Oh, to be her post-interview stress relief toy.

Obedience is the road to freedom, humility the road to pleasure

Your stupidity and inability to learn go perfectly with her desire to hit people who annoy her.
A cage is a safe place for panicking.
She’s not cruel, exactly, she just believes that it’s perfectly natural for powerful creatures to enjoy inflicting pain on the helpless and weak. Anyway, this is probably just the first of many fascinating things you’ll learn about each other as you embark on the journey that is marriage.
In serious competition, skatebusters lose points for any direct contact between the blades and testicles, although for interval shows and suchlike that’s a real crowd-pleaser.
He’ll have ample time to think about how he can assert his adult dignity, after he’s been put to bed.
She believes in zero-based budgeting.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking

So in the interests of spreading heterodox ideas – or just helping males to think at all, quite frankly – I am sharing with you these publishers’ flyers for upcoming publications. No idea when they will be published so, if any take your fancy, just keep an eye out for them in your local bookshop, porn outlet or paper recycling centre.

Apologies to Paltego of Femdom Resource for faking a short review by him on the ‘dominatrix memoir’*. Unlike much fakery on the Internet these days, it’s easy to tell this isn’t real: it’s on this blog.

And to Mistress Eleise too for the same thing. But then, if I apologised to her for every occasion on which I have taken her name in vain, I’d be doing a lot of apologising. As I do, but normally I pay for the privilege. I have actually had a few chances to express my deep contrition to her in person (not for this, but for ‘smirking’, which offended her) in Paris and very memorable times they were.

Apologies, while I’m at it, to the talented Nanshakh for using one of his works of genius as the cover for ‘Chariots of the Goddesses’. I generally avoid using artworks as I think they should stand (or crawl or grovel) for themselves and rights rest with the creators. However this particular image has been very widely shared on the Internet after right-wingers in the US (yes – there are a few over there, although they’re very quiet and try to keep their views to themselves) picked it up and captioned it “This is the future that Liberals want“. Which is weird to me, because where I live, our Lib Dem councillors mainly seem more interested in fly-tipping and dangerous riding on e-bikes than creating a female supremacist slave society. But one can but dream.

Any more apologies? Maybe to the entire female population of the planet, for my existence.

Modern love is artificial

Just a bit of fun with AI, as an extra this week. In general, I’m opposed to AI, for diminishing creators’ role, which is pretty hypocritical given I just nick photos of lovely ladies off the Internet without credit. I also don’t like the look of AI artwork much (with a few creative, cartoony exceptions) as it’s still all very plasticky. I don’t knowingly caption AI images.

But I did just ask ChatGPT to come up with female supremacist captions in the style of Contemplating the Divine, using real photos that I gave it and the results are… not entirely bad, actually. Here you go. These are completely unedited. Not quite sure why it did the little curly divider line or set them out like that.

Just did this for interest, not planning to make myself more pointless than I already am.

OK, this one seems (a) to be fucking weird and (b to imply topping from the bottom(?) But then I guess the AI has never encountered an actual domme, who would swiftly teach it the reasons not to do that…

Domesticatrices

She hates having to hurt you like that… but she hates being contradicted so much more.
I think there’s a box you can tick for whether you want a disposable delivery boy thrown in.
And next session you can both pick up exactly where you left off.
Doesn’t she realise you’re much more interested in which one she’ll finish with?
It’s worth making a few savings in the education, health and pensions budgets to redirect government spending to more important things.
My SO likes to have a little gamble before a thrashing. She rolls two dice and whatever number comes up, she gives me however many strokes she likes.

A man is what he thinks about all day long

Is he really? Oh dear. Now I despise myself more than ever.

Regrets, I’ve had a few… paid good money for some of them.
She surprised herself with how easily she adapted to the mean, contemptuous persona her new clients wanted.
I prefer my cucumbers small and smooth, but my SO always buys those big, really knobbly ones. I suppose there’s no accounting for taste. Anyway, obviously I never refuse it, that would be wasteful.
They’re scarred by the memory. Mentally scarred I mean, obviously the physical scars were inflicted by her.

The elegant and poised Lady Mephista, there. And four incompetent naked blokes.

She’s asking the right girls. They know all about it.
You could request a recount?

Basking in her disapproval

You might worry she’s completely uninterested in the pain in your knees, but that’s not true at all.
How hard are those limits anyway? Shall we find out?
He did ask for a naughty schoolgirl and she’s certainly no boring little rule-follower.
Perhaps she was laughing too hard to express herself coherently.
Ah, honeymoons…
Princess Kali believes in ‘method’ as well, especially when she’s playing a cruel, sadistic torturess.

Nothing will attract a man more than the picture of a beautiful, passionate, cruel, and despotic woman

Because she’s feeling calm, forgiving and affectionate, perhaps?
Hmmm…. that’s not a kind thing to say. Men can be quite sensitive about baldness. But then men can be quite sensitive about being burnt with cigarettes, too, and that doesn’t seem to have stopped them so…
At least she’s there. All the other slaves she booked for the night have been waiting outside clubs she decided not to go to.
She’s not a man-hater, exactly, she just thinks it’s unhygienic to keep them in the house.
He’s appealing his sentence of course, but it’s a bit tricky for him to get good legal advice, as hunters tend to follow his lawyer’s vehicle around, in the hope that he’ll break cover.
She decided to go full ‘method’ in the end, which probably explains why her final contract gives her 110% of the gross, while Mike and the male actors are all on negative percentages.