air stewardess – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Honourable ladies

…but of course they all are, are they not?

Ah well. Back to real life.

I once asked a domme for a session where I’d be treated with total contempt and indifference. I paid her the session fee in advance and then I never heard back from her – then when I tried to get in touch I found my emails and my phone number were blocked. Best session ever.

Don’t worry about the spanking marks. She won’t be embarassed.

I’ve heard in some restaurants, the staff spit in your food if you’re rude. I was in a cafe the other day where the waitress was really beautiful, so I was tempted to insult her just on the offchance, you know, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Just too sub, I guess.

Many men come too early. January, February – that kind of thing But with the right amount of control (preferably made of steel) you should find you can hold back almost indefinitely.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way

You might want to pay particular attention to the inflight safeword briefing.

Damn. Maybe we could play backgammon instead?

If it’s any consolation, Jerry’s no happier about it than you are, In fact, he’s bloody furious. Try to make him happy, OK?

Hmm. That’s diamonds eleven times in a row, now. That means hearts must come up next time, right?

I don’t want you to get the impression that reading this blog in any way singles you out as a loser, OK? As long as no one ever, ever finds out, then there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Obviously, if they do, then there is but that just means you have to take care, right?

Subjugated

I think you might be about to experience a consciousness-lowering session.

I’m impressed she’s still got the energy after a 10-hour flight. Stewardesses are amazing, don’t you think?

At one point I lived near this really seedy red-light district near Spitalfields in London. Quite early on, I explained to one of the streetwalkers that I disapproved of exchanging money for sex and she was kind enough to let me give her money and then just go away every week thereafter. I wonder where she is now? The standing order still goes through to her bank account, so I guess she’s still around.

Because of this, obviously. Pervy lot, architects.

Many men find it a bit of a shock at first, being married. Just try and keep it to no more than 8-10 jolts a day, at moderate settings, and you’ll get used to it soon enough.

…and an extra one, for Paltego who enjoys photoshoots of dommes playing pool badly:

What women like

So many books about that topic, discussions on the Internet…

But I’ve learnt a trick about pleasing women which I find works almost every time. The secret is not to put your own sexual needs first, you see. Many women are quite pleasantly surprised if you don’t insist on sex. Just hand over the money in an envelope and leave.

After all, you can always masturbate later, jerking off to pictures on the Internet, alone in your squalid little room. While she gets on with her life.

Frequent flyers get extra benefits, including staying behind for an hour after landing to clean the whole aircraft.

Her birthday’s in eleven days time. She doesn’t like too much fat on her boys, you see, but you should be nice and thin for her by then.

You can actually fry them up still attached for maximum freshness, but many people think that’s going a bit too far.

Looks like someone hasn’t been following Servitor’s rules for making women happy! Remember – always leave straight after paying. Or if you’ve booked with a credit card through an escort service, just tell them it’s OK if she doesn’t turn up. Trust me: she’ll love it.

Plenty more where that came from, so come on – get it down.

PS – as some of you might know, Blogger provides stats on where the traffic is coming from*. Mostly Femdom Resource, Google and my Tumblr site, but it also tells you which searches on Google led people here. Now, normally these are fairly obvious things involving femdom and bootlicking and suchlike wholesome matters**, but this morning we had: “kellogg’s frosted mini wheats original, 24 ounce box” and “Brita water filter replacement cartridge”.

Woah. There are some things that are just too kinky even for me. Take your weird grocery obsessions elsewhere, OK guys? Let’s try to keep it clean here.

* no, stop worrying, it doesn’t tell me anything about who you are. Except you, Tom from the US. Oh – and you too, Mr Collins from the UK.

** and “contemplating the devine” with depressing frequency. Use a dictionary if you‘re not sure, you stupid males! That’s not even a word, OK?

Mean and nasty and pretty and horrible

Or pinches any other parts for that matter. Ouch. Only eight hours to go, though…

Yes, that should work. I certainly wouldn’t expect many erections any time soon, anyway.

They’re very nice shoes too.

If you want to get to know her better, you could try joining her reading circle.

My SO and I are agreed that wearing fur is cruel. That’s why she wears so much of it.

(Yup, same old anti-Vietnam littering-based protest song, Steve. But I’m hoping no one will notice the repetition.)

New year, same old nonsense

Welcome back. Hope you enjoyed the extra captions over the 12 days (or possibly the first 11 days if you’ve been reading the comments sections too) of Christmas.

Back to normal now, though – twice a week is all you get. Ooh-er, sounds bit rude!

They practice mindfulness too. That involves thinking very very hard about what’s about to happen when your skin won’t stretch any further.

Might take quite a while to do penance for all of the sins during those five years of freedom. Still – there’s the rest of your life.

I’m a member of their frequent shriekers’ club.

Of course, it wasn’t like that when she bought the house. There was no flowering bush behind the gimp feature – in fact, the garden was mostly just gimps all over. Much more colourful this way.

Or – on most occasions – participate.

You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes…

“…and if there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left. “
Actually, I’ve never believed that. Some of us would be traitorous quislings from the start, for one thing.

PS – she didn’t recognise him, actually. Not her fault – they used to get a lot of men at OWK. They all look the same after a while, I expect.

The holiday starts here.

Some of us have high natural levels of this chemical in our bloodstreams already. It’s produced in the spleen, I expect. Mostly because I enjoy typing the word ‘spleen’, which is a rather underused organ in femdom porn, I’ve always felt.

It’s best not to let the cute ones off too lightly.

Nazi dominatrices! Cute, huh? A bit illegal in Germany, but hey – this is the blog that treats its readers with contempt, remember?

Leaving – on a jet plane

But I do know when I’ll be back again. 1st September. But in the meantime, just like last year, there will be extra bumper posts – three new captioned pictures a day, without commentary or anything else.

Enjoy. Or don’t. I don’t care! I’ll be on holiday, see?

And now, for something holiday themed…

Don’t worry, some of the staff in economy dress like this too. Andre, for example, and Philippe. I’ve heard they’re very nice.

Did you ever have one of those dreams about being naked? You know, you dream you’re naked in the office or somewhere like that, and everyone’s laughing at you, and it’s all over the newspapers, so you lose your job and to try to forget the pain you start a lighthearted femdom blog called Contemplating the Divine, and… oh, hang on.

Actually I can’t think of anywhere I’d feel more secure during turbulence.

No, I’m good. I had one before we left.

There are some very strange sexual fetishes out there. Don’t you think?

Maternalistic society

Oh, Gigi Allens is so lovely.

Hey, it’s a free country. Well, except for the slavery, obviously.

She does respect your opinion – but only when it is the same as hers. That seems fair.

Yes, you’re right, it is Jean Bardot. Well spotted.

Remember: you can’t be humiliated if you have no self respect to begin with.

As if it wasn’t bad enough having to sit through a 9-hour flight on a well-caned bottom.

Authority figures

I like a woman who knows what she wants. Don’t you?

Mmmm. If you pay extra maybe she’ll ignore you even more.

It’s tragic, the breakdown in authority in schools these days. Don’t you think?

Mmmm… pretty exciting, huh? I wonder what she has planned? A really hard spanking?

Actually, I have a ‘frequently annoying traveller’ card. So they don’t have to make any special arrangements: the stewardesses just slap me on sight. I get special meals too.