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Divine interventions
There are lots of books you can read about negotiating techniques – they’d probably be helpful in this situation. Sadly, the cage in which you are locked naked doesn’t have any of them.
Don’t worry, there are lots of things she’s been thinking of that can also spice up the relationship. She’s just been holding back, up until now, that’s all.
Inexperienced slaves might object “But what if no one has a use for me all day?”. To which the answer, obviously, is “Then you remain facing the wall.”. You have your orders, there’s nothing unclear so why try to ask annoying questions?
Not that it matters, but, actually, being ignored isn’t one of this client’s fetishes but he’s never been given the opportunity to explain that.
Don’t worry, if self-control fails there’s always external control to fall back on.
I’ve watched Goddess Anya in so many things. Let’s see, there was that series where she was a chess player and another about her as the American girlfriend/wife of some Birmingham gangster and obviously the movie about her eating in a restaurant that blows up after they’ve served her her cheeseburger. Oh and that Jane Austen, of course: the one that didn’t have the divine Annie Hathaway in it. I suppose there may have been one or two other actors in those but I can’t say I paid a lot of attention to the non-Anya scenes, or the plots.
4 thoughts on “Divine interventions”
I think maybe the divine Miss Hathaway may be beginning to get a bit jealous. Let’s just hope she doesn’t see this clip when Servitor is attempting to interview the delectable Miss Joy – and inevitably failing of course when she did ‘the thing’.
Oh, I doubt she’s jealous, Melissa. I heard the other day that Goddess Anya somehow picked up a small piece of decaying leaf mould on the sole of her shoe, for a few moments, before scraping it off, and I shouldn’t think the divine Annie was jealous of her for that, either.
In case my experience is of any help to others, I would note they eventually became completely unnecessary. At a certain time, probably a “critical damage” point though l doubt there has been any formal research funded in this area, I just stopped getting erect (too easily and then at all).
The other helpful thing is to learn how to look at things without actually seeing them. Really useful on those occasions when your superior happens to be getting dressed in the same room as you, for example when you are helping her before a date.
I know all of this sounds like an impossible nirvana at first, especially when you still think of yourself as male and vital. With time and application though, you can work your way past those chastity cages and walk in the sunlit uplands as I now do.
Ah, the utopian dream of never experiencing sexual excitement… one day it shall be mine, Mr M, I’m determined it shall (and much more importantly: so is she).
In the meantime, those of us still struggling with inappropriate desires can only wince and carry on.
I think maybe the divine Miss Hathaway may be beginning to get a bit jealous. Let’s just hope she doesn’t see this clip when Servitor is attempting to interview the delectable Miss Joy – and inevitably failing of course when she did ‘the thing’.
Oh, I doubt she’s jealous, Melissa. I heard the other day that Goddess Anya somehow picked up a small piece of decaying leaf mould on the sole of her shoe, for a few moments, before scraping it off, and I shouldn’t think the divine Annie was jealous of her for that, either.
Best wishes
S
Oh, I remember the spiked chastity cages.
In case my experience is of any help to others, I would note they eventually became completely unnecessary. At a certain time, probably a “critical damage” point though l doubt there has been any formal research funded in this area, I just stopped getting erect (too easily and then at all).
The other helpful thing is to learn how to look at things without actually seeing them. Really useful on those occasions when your superior happens to be getting dressed in the same room as you, for example when you are helping her before a date.
I know all of this sounds like an impossible nirvana at first, especially when you still think of yourself as male and vital. With time and application though, you can work your way past those chastity cages and walk in the sunlit uplands as I now do.
Mr M
Ah, the utopian dream of never experiencing sexual excitement… one day it shall be mine, Mr M, I’m determined it shall (and much more importantly: so is she).
In the meantime, those of us still struggling with inappropriate desires can only wince and carry on.
Best wishes
S