March 2013 – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Beneath her gaze

…it’s where I like to be.

(I’ve made a small change to the blog, making it wider (less blank space on the left, more room for larger pictures. It works on my computer and on IE, but let me know if it doesn’t work for you. I’ve made the pictures larger in a few of the posts below, and of course for all future ones, but I’m not going to go back over older posts, so in some of them the pictures look a bit small and lonely. Still, you can’t have everything, as I am reminded on a daily basis.)

So, now you know. Don’t pout after a beating. Oh – and no smug little smiles either, you know how she hates that. Just try to keep those rules in mind.

As if it wasn’t already embarassing enough being the only man at a lesbian wedding.

Try to think calm thoughts. Getting all panicky and upset at the thought of imminent brain damage or death just doesn’t help anyone, OK?

Actually, she’s going to hang it from the same rack as the tawse, the paddle and the cane anyway, so there’s a bit of a clue right there.

Of course, the dogs are trained just to restrain the quarry, not to hurt him. They seize his trouser legs hard, and they hold on until the ladies arrive at the scene. Only then – and only when given the word – will they go for his throat.

Something for the ladies

You know, the other day my Significant Other was looking at this blog, and she told me she thought it was sexist! Can you imagine? She was quite cross about it too. Well, of course, as soon as I recovered consciousness I started thinking about what she’d said, and – y’know – she’s right.

Well, of course she’s always right, but on this occasion she’s particularly right, if you see what I mean. I do tend to feature pictures of lovely, elegant, usually quite young ladies, and they’re often rather lightly clothed or wearing outfits that could be considered to be designed to appeal to the male fetishist. And this might contribute to the wholly unwarranted impression that the world of Internet femdom is geared mainly towards male fantasies.

Now of course we know that’s not true, but it occurred to me – almost immediately after my SO ordered me to do it – that I should have a ladies’ day on this blog. You know – feature some of those sexy hunks who appear in the photoshoots, so there’s something for female readers to get hot to, as well? Just to show that there’s no sexual discrimination here (beyond the rather fundamental principle behind this blog that women are superior and males should be slaves, of course). Boys can be sexy too!

So – ladies – just for you, we present, the boys of femdom! Enjoy.

(There are ladies present in some scenes, I’ll admit, but they’re really just framing the Adonises who are the subject – or should that be ‘objects’? – of today’s show).

It’s the ‘come hither’ pose that does it for me. I would.

From one of my favourite photoshoots. I think they make a lovely couple.

Now this should give pause to those who would so casually accuse femdom porn shoots of being all about male fantasies. In this shot, the men are obviously the ones who are the sex objects, because they’re the ones who are naked. And very sexy too – especially if you’re turned on by partial baldness, as this lady presumably is.

…and it looks like he’s about to satisfy her wildest desires for a ‘naughty patient’ session. Yummm. She is actually a nurse – that’s why she’s dressed like that.

I expect they’ll be fighting over who gets to take him to bed. Maybe they could take turns. Again, notice that he’s the one showing all the flesh – the saucy little tease!

Ah…the Other World Kingdom. I don’t think there’s another site like it on the Internet, if you have a “Fat balding German businessman” fetish. Well, OK, maybe there are one or two…

Phwoooah!

Hard to believe, but I understand this guy is actually an amateur, not a “pro-sub” charging a fortune from well-appointed chambers in Mayfair, to satisfy the sexual needs of female dominant clients like her. He’s missing out on a lot of money, there…

Now she’s a lucky lady!

Built for ironing.

While she obviously likes them in larger sizes! That’s a bit like the better-known “BBW” fetish but the acronym’s never really taken off, because it comes out as “BUM”.

That moustache! And the seventies had been over for years at the time.

Ah yes, the seventies. Now this guy knows how to fill out a rubber vest!

(PS – Any boys who are actually offended – as opposed to beingly squirmingly, deliciously humiliated – by being featured here, just let me know, and I’ll take the picture down. I don’t want to be cruel to anyone… quite the opposite, actually. And really, now I come to think of it, your picture shouldn’t have been there anyway. Because you looked lovely. Really. Very sexy. Mmmm)

A snivelling little rat-faced git

That’s me! This phrase is what Google suggests when you start with ‘Snivelling little’. I was expecting ‘worm’, but then maybe the kinds of videos we watch (you and me, you know) are a bit of a minority taste…

There are also the Snivelling Shits, a punk band from the ’70s and their single ‘I can’t come’. I won’t include the usual YouTube link, because the song is terrible.

Heh – there’s some weird stuff on the Internet, isn’t there? Right then, on we go with the usual fare of mildly pornographic pictures of ladies looking stern, on which I’ve put down some of my sex fantasies. Enjoy.

OWK cricket completely lost on many readers

And nor do most of you, because according to the stats, you’re mostly Americans. It’s a bit like saying “home run”…or whatever it is you say. You know – when there’s a home run.

Actually, these days you can just book over the Internet. Much easier.

The future belongs to Tracy…and so, in time, will Roger.

Oh…wouldn’t that be just awful?

I wish I’d been there when my wife lost her virginity. It was on our wedding night, but she’d sent me out for more champagne.

Yet more secrets of a happy marriage

Many of you have turned to me for advice on your relationships. OK, here’s some advice: you’re insane. Have you read this blog?

Meanwhile, for any readers who enjoyed the first Seven Secrets of a Happy Marriage or the second – or even both – here’s, ermm… seven more.

1. Learn to notice the little signs that show your partner might be upset with you

2. If you’re going to reappraise the way you share
responsibilities for the family finances, choose your moment with care, when
your partner will be at his most receptive.

3. Oddly enough, competitive sports can be a way of bringing a couple closer together. Just because you’re a team now in everything else, doesn’t mean you can’t test your strength against each other from time to time! And why not up the stakes a bit, by making the loser do all the household chores for a while?

4. If your new wife is a divorcee, don’t freak out if she wants to introduce you to her former husband. She’s probably trying to tell you something about herself.

5. Don’t worry about always looking for novel ways to please your partner. Many women get off just on the way they know their husband will be waiting quietly for them when they get back home, same as always.

6. Little tip: why not tell her you’d like her to choose what you wear from now on? Try it – you might be surprised at how much she’ll enjoy finding new things for you.

7. Many men try to make themselves scarce when their wives invite their friends around. But don’t. OK, it’s going to be a bit awkward, being the only man there. But if she wants you to stick around, it just means she’s going to enjoy showing you off to her friends, and what could be wrong with that?

Learning to crawl

Bring me to my knees

Never mind. If she does do any damage to his back, I expect the six hours on hands and knees scrubbing the stone floors of the Chateau that she has planned for him this afternoon will make it better again.

In one case, the client turned out to be the same man. Of course, when he found out that he was paying twice to clean his own apartment, he complained to her. He still finds it uncomfortable to sit down, I understand.

Just go ahead and say what you think. You don’t get the cane for telling the truth, only for lying. And impertinence.

You know, last year my wife forgot our anniversary! I was so disappointed. And when I reminded her, she said it was too late, and anyway she couldn’t remember where the key was! Forgetful thing, she is. Hope she remembers this year.

She’s even asked them to put a special note on your file: not to be castrated. Just in case. So can you calm down, now, hmm?

Humiliation session

Leather clad domina thinking about her tea and he mum.

You want me to humiliate you? Tell you about the contempt I feel for you? All right.

Well, for a start, of course, the only reason I’m even
talking to you is because you’re paying.
Actually, I’m hoping to get a job in marketing, but it’s really
difficult at the moment, and I’ve got huge student debts, so I have to make
ends meet by fulfilling the fantasies of fat old perverts like you. So, don’t think for a second I really like
doing this, OK?

I’m sitting here wearing this ridiculous get-up because I’m
hoping it’ll turn you on, but I wish I hadn’t done it up so tight, as it’s
really digging in under my armpits. So
later I’m planning to make a show of locking you in a cage and cruelly leaving
you, so I can go off and loosen it a bit, maybe take this fucking collar off
too. I hate wearing all this pervy shit,
and it’s all so badly made – starts coming apart after a couple of
sessions. But it excites you, and I need
the money.

Then I’ll pretend to hit you a bit with this thing, but I
won’t really hit you because I know you don’t really like it. I’ll just tap you enough to leave a few
marks, and you’ll make a big fuss. And
then I’ll make you clean my shoes with your tongue, which you’ll do for hours
and hours – I fucking HATE that and I’ll have to try to think about something
else to stop myself screaming with boredom.

Fortunately, soon after that I’ll ‘force you’ to wank, and
then I’ll pretend to like you and be all friendly as you hurriedly
pull your clothes back on. And then
you’ll finally fuck off, and I can get into some normal clothes again and have
a cup of tea or something a bit stronger to wind down. Oh – and I’ll throw your present away,
because I get about twenty boxes of fucking chocolates each week, and I have to
watch my diet because – unlike you – I actually have to look sexually
attractive. Or I might give them to my
mum, when I meet her later, because –

What’s that? Too much
humiliation?

Oh sorry. I’m still a
bit new to this.

Right then…err…you little WORM! I think you need some time in my CAGE! Oh yes, it’s the cage for you! It’ll give you some time to think about
what’s coming to you, when I bend you over the trestle for a taste of my
CROP! That’s if I come back at all. I might just leave you there for EVER!

Into the cage! NOW, you
disgusting little MAGGOT!

The crying game

It’s her favourite. But she can tell when I’m faking.

Femdom doctor and evil experiments oh my

The important think about science is that experiments should be repeatable. So, they’ve done this experiment nineteen times now, and the boy’s head goes ‘pop’ every single time! Proper science, that is.

It’s all Paul”s fault. I don’t know why Yvonne lets him get away with it.

If they look really closely, they just might begin to develop doubts about the authenticity of those stone walls. But then, they were never very bright even before being subjected to all of this.

I can’t decide which I find more attractive: young ladies being cruel when I deserve it (as in the scenario here, if you can be bothered to read the whole thing) or young ladies being cruel when I don’t.

That anal hook will be mine.