abusive relationship – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

If voting changed anything….

Generally this blog doesn’t comment on political or topical events but…but… is there anyone out there who still thinks it’s a good idea to let men vote? I mean, really? Could there be better proof that politics is just not something that we should bother our silly little heads about? It’s not as if I’d mind the smack of firm government in the right hands, but…

Oh well. Life goes on and I suppose there are things to be thankful for. Not being Estonian, Latvian or Lithuanian just now, for example.

Probably best just to think about happier things, like torture, forced labour and humiliation. So, back to business as usual.

Hmmm
“breath play”? Well, I guess being breathed upon can’t be so bad.
Thank goodness – I thought she was in a vengeful mood after I broke that
ornament of hers.

Actually, it’s fairly obviously the whipping post by the fountain. The one by the walled garden is already occupied by his lordship.

Of course, this isn’t the first time he’s been on his knees since then. In fact, he’s rarely off them in her presence these days.

Devil Planet, Space 1999. The gift that keeps on giving.

Actually her sister’s much more the vicious sadist than she is. She can only get off when she’s making a man scream hysterically in pain. She keeps it very separate from her dentistry, though – she’s professional like that.

The power of love

Make a one man weep, make another man sing.

NB – in my experience, however, you do need a credit card (or more often an envelope stuffed with cash) to ride this particular train.

And you don’t want to be sore, as well as a loser.

He’ll be given a chance to taste the same wine she’s drinking too, in due course.

Ah yes. My fault. Of course.

Oh, she should try being a bit more creative. She’s in a chemist’s shop (trans: pharmacy) after all. I’m sure there will be plenty of things they sell that taste really nasty. Anything labelled ‘Not to be taken internally’ is worth a go.

He’s lucky she’s not displeased with him, isn’t he?

Before you start, you’re already beat

She’s going to play you for a fool, yes it’s true.

I wouldn’t mind. Not that anyone would care whether I did or not.

If you’re still worried that there might be gay sex involved somewhere, they’ve offered to sign a written agreement that under no circumstances will you engage in any sexual activity of any sort, ever. OK? So: that’s all right.

I think it’s good that she still plays with her former boyfriends occasionally. The ones she hasn’t broken, anyway.

This was, and is, the lovely Mistress Mina Thorne who I am sure is a perfect professional and would never do anything even the teensiest bit non-consensual, unless you asked her to. Asked very nicely. But she does have a delightfully wicked smile so I keep featuring images of her doing evil things.

You’ve got to learn to pick up on these little signals now you’re married. Guys: the gag means she doesn’t want to hear it, OK?

I like this one a lot… S.

I beg to differ

But I’m never allowed to, so I don’t really know why I bother.

On we go …

At first, she used to follow the approach of other dommes; in trying to put first-time clients at their ease. Reassure them that nothing too bad would happen, you know? But then she decided one day it was just too dishonest.

Relationships can take many different forms. You’d be surprised how many stable partnerships are based on a solid foundation of contempt and abuse. Works for me.

Maybe you could ask about the oral sex later. Still worth a try, surely?

Actually,
in my opinion, equality between the sexes is a very bad idea. But I’m
posting this caption anyway, in the spirit of recognising that my
opinion is of no importance whatsoever.

Like I said, relationships can take many forms. ‘Husband’, ‘lover’, ‘piss-slave to lesbian couple’ – they’re all just different words for the same thing, fundamentally, don’t you agree?

Blonde obedience

You just have to be polite. You don’t have to approve of castration yourself – you’re welcome to your own opinion, after all. She might not take any particular notice of your opinion, but you can have it.

A talent you never knew you had.

I don’t uderstand people who pay for vanilla sex. I mean, I go to a dominatrix, it’s two hours of punishment and humiliation. A really rich, varied experience. Pay someone for straight sex and what have you got? Three seconds of fun, maybe four?

Chemical castration. Hmm. Not much fun for her, is it?

Little toys for little boys.

The agony and the ecstacy

Well, she seems very nice. Many dommes would be quite angry in such a situation. Up you get.

She needs the money to get into the scene, that’s all. Don’t worry – she’s genuinely turned on by fat middle-aged men rubbing against her like that. That’s why she does it.

She owns a plumber too, which could come in handy if she decides to install you as a toilet slave.

I think Emily will be able to tell exactly how very, very sorry you are in just a short while.

Yes, I rather suspect she does.

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Persons proceeding past this point will encounter no genuinely adult content whatsoever, merely juvenile humour and sexual innuendo written by someone with the emotional intelligence of a teenager. You have been warned.

Let’s hope he enjoyed wishes 1 and 2.

Not very politically correct. Perhaps I need to be politically corrected.

Don’t worry, she’ll give him a 10% discount for all those extra hours.

These gender roles are essentially all social constructs anyway. Why should we have to conform to a role because of what sex we are? What if I choose not to do the housework, hmm? Well… I get tied across a chair and thrashed, obviously. But I could if I wanted to.. and didn’t mind the beating. That’s the point.

Self-harming is such a waste. When there are people out there who’d love to do it for you.

Simply divine, darling

These things happen. So do canings.

Pnk’s nice. It’s a bit showy but manhide isn’t cheap, so why not flaunt it?

You have to hold the toungue very still while you do it, basically. And of course, you can’t really use a gag, so you have to not mind screaming. Fortunately, she doesn’t.

Works for me.

It’s not the actual intercourse, it’s the cuddle afterwards, I find.

Just like a prayer

Humbler and humbler we become.

Brisk, businesslike and to the point.

I was the victim in an abusive relationship once. It’s actually quite a traumatic memory. I was upset for months afterwards… begging her to come back.

It’s good to have a hobby.

Charlotte’s Web – the femdom version. With bacon for supper.