December 2025 – Contemplating the divine

While humble subbies washed her socks

It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.

How silly of her not to realise that the solution to her problems is right there in the room with her, even as she speaks. In the chest of drawers, there: third drawer down at the back. You could even plug it in for her, so it has plenty of battery.

He likes to give himself a bit of Christmas cheer by imagining that it’s a stable he’s shivering in and that tin bath in which he’ll be plunging a few days later is a manger. No gold, frankincense or myrrh but she did once put a goat in with him.

She’s generous with her gifts: it’s not just the quantity but she also has a knack for choosing something that is just what he least wanted.

Let’s hope she’;s not disappointed. She’s suffered a lot of disappointment in her marriage, poor thing.

That wooden doll on the table is actually a large nutcracker. One of my SO’s girlfriends got her one just like it, one year, and she spent most of the day playing with it obsessively. One of our more memorable Christmasses.

Try to look pleased, even though it’s what she gets you every Christmas or birthday. She’s not thoughtless or anything, mind you: she does think quite a lot about what present you might like. She just doesn’t care.

I’ll take this opportunity to wish all my male readers a miserable, frustrating and humiliating Christmas. I hope you all get what you deserve.

A turn for the better

Turning points! The 45th installment in a series of… oh, I don’t know. How hard and for how long can a dead horse be flogged? And why would anyone want to, when there are live males who are still, laughably, legally considered ‘humans’ to be flogged instead?

She’ll decide

Best to get these things right, you’ll find.

Modern best practice in dentistry holds that pain isn’t something to be avoided at all costs, rather something to be managed and they’re experts at that.

Make sure you get the special soap she bought for the purpose; it’s a lot more astringent than anything she’d ever wash with.

A meaningful job supporting others is its own reward.

The lovely Victoria from Cruella, of course, with the obligatory reminder that you can download magazines featuring her, other beautiful ladies and a lot of males with thinning lanky hair and dodgy 1980s moustaches – including this (magazine, not moustache), the cover photo of which is from a simply magnificent set.

Come on now: have you ever heard Janice’s husband complain? About anything? Or any of the other males in Janice’s household, for that matter? Well, then.

She welcomes feedback from male participants too, of course: on their knees and using their tongues, ideally.

They also serve, who only wait and wait…

In other respects, the two are very similar – the tubes are almost exactly the same size, for instance. Also, my SO likes to grab hold of what’s below the bottom of the tube and twist sharply.

Genital burns can be quite tricky to deal with. I actually help out, by volunteering (OK, ‘Someone’ volunteers me) once a month to let our local female first responders practice treating nasty burns to my penis and balls. I like to feel I’m (OK, She’s) giving something back.

He certainly doesn’t – it was touch and go last time. But that’s his thing, so he keeps making the bookings.

I always think thanks are reward enough. Or mockery and contempt, as I enjoy those too.

You might imagine it’s hard to survive seven gunshots, but with careful aim you should survive long enough to make it worthwhile for her.

It’s not a rhetorical question, as so many questions in the captions here are. The delightfully unsmiling Ms Venten does genuinely want to know what you think, so she can decide whether your opinions as well as your behaviour need to be sorted out.

…and some of them lived happily ever after

More fairy tales.

Latest upate in the ‘spam filter unduly limiting genuine (if perverted and despicable) commenters’ saga. The spammers seem to have penetrated the updated widget thingy and I’m getting a lot of spammy comments – worst of both worlds, as I know real commenters are still sometimes blocked but now the bad guys (as opposed to the very naughty boys) are getting through. I’m just deleting manually for now but I might have to tighten the settings again. As ever, if you get blocked just request access and check back in a day or so. In case I do have to tighten the settings, I’d suggest avoiding mentioning the names of any cryptocurrencies, casinos or phrases such as ‘make money fast’ in comments*. Keep discussion on more wholesome topics like slavery, castration, piss-drinking and torture, OK?

Right… on with the fairy tales.

* Yeah, I delete all the crypto spam. It occurs to me that, since the majority of my readership is male, some of you might be very stupid indeed and feel aggrieved that in doing so, I am depriving you of the opportunity to see potentially valuable financial advice. After all, there can be few more dependable tips than those posted by a random stranger based in Russia, in the comments on a fetish porn blog. I can only suggest (and I should warn you that this does not constitute professional financial advice) that you’d do better handing over all your money to almost any random findomme. If you’re more of a long-term investor, consider signing up to a blackmail contract and suppplying her with the photos to enforce it, too. Investing in Princess Perfect’s shoe and handbag collection, or her holidays with Ibiza with her boyfriend and bf, will at least produce a certain and known return, unlike crypto, and probably one of the same expected value.

Subordinate clauses

It’s pay to play. Except when it’s ‘don’t you dare play but pay anyway’.

There were great hopes for the ‘living crash test dummy’ programme, when it was set up, but it turned out to provide data of limited medical usefulness in studying brain damage because of course by female standards, males’ brains are already damaged.

Just like my wedding night… except my blushing bride wasn’t actually in the same room as me.

Thank goodness it’s only a hypothetical question. I don’t object in principle, but can’t she see I’m busy with the ironing?

Oh… I remember this occasion. Such a bad time to sneeze.

Denial and service

In contrast, I think you’ll agree you do need the heavy strap. Quite frequently.

Treasure doesn’t usually believe in animals being kept in cages. But she’s prepared to make an exception.

Most sex workers lost their livelihoods when the Femsuprem government banned males from possessing money, but dominatrices transitioned to the new female-led economy just fine.

This blog favours males leading unhappy abnormal lives, and the women who are prepared to make that happen for us.

Kitten likes cars, but when they get old and a bit worn you need new ones – like clothes and pay-pigs.

The Fashionable Frown

Rather a narrow focus to today’s ‘special’ (you have noticed that Sunday’s posts are always specials, right? Course you have). Anyway, this is just to celebrate my discovery of a lovely young lady fashion model called Olivia Vinten. Unlike many other models, Ms Vinten does not seem to believe in smiling for the camera, preferring instead a pursed-lips look that to my mind expresses contempt, outrage or even barely repressed fury. All of these are delightful emotions for females to hold – entirely understandably when confronted by the exasperating and incompetent lesser sex – so she is today’s celebrated goddess and will feature again in future. She looks so cross… and regular ‘readers’ will know I have a soft and tender spot for women looking cross.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t object to women smiling. For one thing, I’m not allowed to express negative opinions about anything a female does, for another there is certainly a place for a mocking or patronising smile in our little world. But it’s so refershing to see a beautiful young model expressing her real feelings, that today is a smile-free post.

I haven’t cherry-picked the images by the way. Just try typing ‘Olivia Vinten’ in your favourite anonymised search engine and you might see at most one or two half-smiles, amid a display of fabulous feminine frowniness.

I want a girl with a long….

…long jacket!

I’m pretty sure I’ve featured this video before but some things are worth more than others and Emma Peel is priceless. Any benighted youngish ‘readers’ who think that the Avengers are superheroes or that Diana Rigg is mainly known for playing Lady Olenna Tyrell might want to educate themselves, or submit to someone who will educate them properly.

Post is (regrettably) unrelated as I just don’t have captioned images of the divine Ms Rigg. Maybe I should.

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond.