When you see someone putting on her Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen

There’s a theme today. See if you can guess what it is.

Looks like she’s come well prepared for the performance review. That’s so important.
Hmm… I mean, if food tastes strongly of leathery, sweaty boot, is it technically vegetarian? Probably best not to argue, but…
Thank goodness for that.
Actually, she won’t mind if he’s not a brave boy. She can be quite easygoing like that.

This is the lovely Mistress Vixen; you probably recognised her already from her very distinctive hair.

We fucked-up weirdos can be very annoying. Fortunately, it’s OK to take it out on us.
No, no, of course not.

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

Making every man mad.*

She’s right (obviously): pleading and crying in the hope of mercy is a complete waste of time.
There are some sick people out there… even reading this blog. It’s a creepy thought.
Even Mr Snuggly Bear was new once and remembers how hard that can be. But now he’s one of her favourites, so there’s always hope.
Don’t worry: it all turned out OK. The clinic were very understanding about it and managed to squeeze an extra op into their schedule.
Don’t worry, you’ll still be useful whatever position you end up in. A box is a box and she’s got a lovely tablecloth to go on top.
Just let her take the lead. And keep it.

* Fun fact! A later replacement member of Bananarama was openly into kink. Mistress Sidonia (Servitor kneels, forehead to the floor) has the story. The three goddesses in the video I linked above weren’t, so they probably just did their queening, pegging and mocking behind closed doors.

PS – Just to note again, if anyone missed my note on Tuesday’s post: that all updates to this site for 6 – 13 May, including all comments, alas, were lost following a computer glitch. You might think – I certainly thought – that this must have been my fault, because of technical incompetence and I should be punished. You’re not entirely wrong (even if you are male) as I am technically incompetent and should be punished, but this one was due to my hosting service, as I’ve just discovered now they’ve sent an apologetic email about the (system-wide) crash. I hope the males responsible are dealt with appropriately. Nonetheless, I apologise to people whose comments were lost.

Respect where it’s demanded

Update: something went badly wrong with this site, deleting every change between May 5th to now, including all comments during that time. I’m really sorry about that, especially losing all the ‘maths teacher’ comments. I’ll keep looking into it, but from what I can tell, the site did not backup last week but instead reverted to the previous backup, which was May 5th. If any WordPress experts have suggestions, I’d welcome them but I’ve tried all the options suggested by Googling the problem and the site really does seem to have fully lost a week – comments are even missing from the wp_comments database. Ouch. I can only apologise to my brilliant commenters who got deleted. Not my doing!

The nice thing about damage that’s reversible is she gets to do it again.
It was complicated getting the place built, but fortunately she owned the building developer and a friend of hers owned an architect. Oh, and they only discovered after the work was done that they had to apply for planning permission, but the planning officer was given a thorough tour of the facilities over a long weekend, and he was eager to approve after that. So it all got done in the end… although never quite to her satisfaction, it has to be said.
She likes to give them a sporting chance. No more than one chance, mind. And no more sporting than necessary.
She’s trying hard to make this work for both of you, but if it’s not working for her, that’s can’t happen, can it?
That’s the thing about OWK: everyone imagines it’s non stop brutality but it’s more stop-start-stop-start…
Well, if the price is fixed I suppose that’s what you have to pay. But you could try offering more?

Weak, pliant, ridiculous…

Aren’t we, though? Leopold Sacher Masoch said that and he was right about a lot of things.

Sorry – did you just ask about facial recognition? Do you really think she wants to bend down and… oh, that’s just perverted. We don’t want that sort of thing round here, thank you very much.
Don’t worry, she makes sure he sheds the excess pounds after the tournament. She has a special dietary regime called ‘chained up with no food’. It works a treat.
All those pretty dresses and they just want to wear jeans? Oh well, a lap is a lap, when you’re lying across it, I suppose.
They’re planning a big party at the weekend – over thirty guests. They dropped round to ask if she minded, and of course she said it was absolutely fine. Should be a fun evening.
She’s never had a problem motivating her students; in fact it’s the part of the job she enojoys the most.
My SO’s the same… even if it causes her mild discomfort, there are no lengths she won’t go to to ensure that any lessons I need to learn are soundly beaten in. So touching… it makes me cry.

Gracious, devilish, mythical ladies

Some women are very hard to satisfy. Others impossible. It’s about 50/50 between the two, in my experience.
Don’t worry, she’ll look after you and provide for all your needs.
You may kiss the floor a respectful distance away from the bride.
Don’t be too disappointed if his humiliation ideas are a bit basic – he’s new to this. And male, so sophistication isn’t really to be expected.
She is nothing if not consistent. Except when she decides on a whim to be capricious.
He’s right about one thing: it will be an experience.

Magical unrealism

More tales of fairies and witches and tingly sparkly stuff like that, joyously to celebrate that now is – once again – the month of maying and the sun is shining brightly through the tiny grill high up on the wall opposite, illuminating a little square far above my head, which I can just see if I twist my head around as far as the iron collar will let me. Sunshine just makes everything better, doesn’t it? Which is probably why dungeons don’t traditionally have a lot of it.

She uses a slipper on him occasionally, just for old times’ sake.
Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to plead your case. In fact, you’ll be doing a lot of pleading.
Lessons learned and all ready to be turned back, then! Now… where did she go…?
She’s behind you!
Wouldn’t you think she’s the girl, the girl who has everything? Wish she could be part of my world.
What big flensing blades you have, Grandma! Can I use one?

The sound of one hand slapping

I was a bit nervous when my own dear SO first suggested we make our relationship public with a public slapping but in the event, no one seemed to be shocked and in fact quite a few other people in the pub had a go once she’d finished. It just goes to show that things sometimes aren’t as bad as you imagine.
The trouble with ‘being ignored while Mistress sleeps’ sessions is that they can get quite expensive at standard hourly rates if she sleeps through her alarm.
It should – and will – be grateful she pays it so much attention.
Apparently she does have a punch-bag, although I can’t see one in this picture… maybe it’s hanging behind the camera.
She believes that almost any problems can be solved, through the rigorous application of science.
So much easier in these days of streaming services… I remember having to buy face-slapping compilations on CD, and by chance there always seemed to be a giggling pair of young women on the cash desk – often with strong arms and hard palms – when I went to pay.

If that’s what she wants

Actually, she doesn’t really need gloves either, since she’s mostly going to be working on kicks and knee-ups today.
She’s just making him uncomfortable before she really gets to work. Putting him at his unease, so to speak.
Mr Wuffles is allowed to rub himself against her leg, too, which doesn’t seem at all fair.
Women are amazing at multitasking, while men barely task at all, unless someone is standing over them with a whip.
Oh, and the word “not” has been deleted from Article 42, about castration, but that’s just tidying-up.
If one of her piggies is going to get into serious financial difficulties, she prefers it not to be for a good reason or any worthwhile cause.