Category: blonde

Late handing in homework

Sorry!

I could… but you’d never believe me.
 

 


Can I brush my teeth now, please? Mouthwash would be nice, too.



 

 

And how he’s going to get there, with no money for the bus.  Still, she hasn’t stood in his way: credit to her for that.
 

 

Synergies!  Clever domme.
 

 

What a bitch.

Blonde justice

C’mon now!  Are you going to let her get away with that? Huh?
Oh.  OK then. 
 
 

 

Yeah, the human body has remarkable self-healing powers. And if not, there are lots more men out there.
 
 
 

 

She should watch out… illegal to watch that sort of thing in Britain.  Illegal just about everywhere to actually do it too, so don’t worry about a thing – she’s only playing.
 
 
 

 

Just try to hold onto the memory. For about eight weeks.
 
 

 

I like to be helpful.

Don’t be ashamed to cry

I think I’d never worry about anything if I had Mistress Chrissie looking out for me.

 

 



Tough decision.  She doesn’t like lies.  But then, she’s not going to be that pleased about the truth on this occasion, either.
 

 



Why does this happen to me every single time?
 

 



Sometimes you have to suffer for her art.
 
 




Does that make you feel stressed?  No? Are you sure?
 

 



She’ll probably want a pay rise too.

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.

Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me.  I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply.  Just saw some friends.

You smell nice.  Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually.  Rather thoroughly.


Strange sort of life, we live.  Well, I do anyway.  But so do you, probably.


Fucking off now, Ma’am.
 

 

Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while.  In this case, about 11 minutes.
 

 

I have a very literal mind.  It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.
 
 
She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics
 
 

 

Yurshhh mw’am.  Gulp.  Bleah!


Legal niceties

 

 

 

Well, I
don’t know which out-of-date law books you’ve been reading, Mr Harris, but as
your attorney I have to inform you that you are labouring under a complete
misapprehension.  There hasn’t been
‘alimony’ for over ten years, now. 
There’s no question of your retaining any money, once you’re no longer
married!  Your joint bank account will be
closed so of course any income you receive will be paid into hers, for a period of time of not less than eight years.

 
What?  Division between the parties?  What are you talking about? In a lesbian marriage sure, there’s a need to split the property. But there’s only one female party in this case, so of course everything goes to her. 
 
No – the
only question for the judge is whether you’ll be sufficiently self-motivated to
continue to work hard under these arrangements, or whether she should be given
possession of you for a period of time to ensure collection.

Hmmm?  Well, yes of course that would be slavery Mr
Harris.  What else did you expect?

 

Now… your
wife’s lawyers are insisting on 25 years slavery with full punitive rights as a
non-negotiable item in the settlement. 
But that’s probably just a tactic. 
If we offer – say – ten years in her service, with whipping rights but
no branding, we’d probably get into a negotiation and with a bit of luck you’ll
be out of chains in, oh, fifteen years at the most, without too much damage.

Hmmm.  Oh dear. 
Except we have Judge Elliott. 
She’s not usually very favourable to men.  How do you feel about offering your wife
castration rights?  That could sway
things quite a bit.  We can try for a
guarantee of anesthetic, if you’re squeamish.
 
My fees, Mr Harris? Oh don’t worry about that.  The question of legal fees won’t even arise until you’ve completed your period of servitude to her.  Then the accumulated sum and interest is converted to a simple annual payment, with a court-appointed overseer given whipping rights to ensure collection.  But my fees will be quite light – don’t worry.  Of course, you’ll have to pay her lawyers too.  But in any case, that’s at least fifteen years away, so I wouldn’t worry about it now.
 
Now… your wife’s likely to want to put you over the witness bench and have you cross-examined.  So the court can determine how badly you’ve behaved to her.  So, let’s make a list of all the ways you have wronged her over the years.  Selfishness, harsh words, betrayal, unkind thoughts about her… that kind of thing.  It’s best to be as honest as possible with me at this stage, as it will all come out in court, anyway.  Opposing counsel can be very persuasive and they can keep you strapped there over the witness bench as long as they like.

 

 
What’s that, Mr Harris?  Have I ever been through a divorce?  What a peculiar question to ask your lawyer.  Yes, I have as a matter of fact.  Twice, actually.  So I suppose I do know a bit about what you’re going through. 
 
Hmmm?  Yes, I suppose my ex-husbands do know all about it too!  I don’t know much about what they thought of it, though.  I don’t really speak to them very often.  And of course, they’re not allowed to speak without my permission or in response to a specific order, so we don’t talk much.
 
No, they’re not here.  I don’t keep them in the office.  The man scrubbing the floor you probably saw on the way in belongs to Julie, my secretary. I handled the case for her, actually.  Believe me – you do not want to end up like him!  We ended up setting a legal precedent there – he’d only been married six months but she got him for twenty-seven years!   Quite a triumph. But I’m on your side in this one – so you’ve really nothing to worry about.  Have you?
 
 
As you might have realised, the part of the helpful divorce lawyer in this tale was played by the glorious Eleise de Lacy.  Yeay! 

Smoke gets in your eyes

…and the ash stays on your tongue for ages…and I find bits from the butt sometimes get stuck between my teeth.

But it’s worth it.  (trigger warning: vanilla, unrelated link).

Help in the sense of carrying him, while she provides the managerial input.
The awesome Mistress de Lacey. Now in Paris!  A garde, les citoyens!
 
 

 

Yeah. He certainly used to have a name of some sort.  Whatever it was.
 

 

I like the sound of Lucy already.
 
 
Men are built a bit like those stackable chairs, you know? Symmetric, front and back.  Handy when storage space is at a premium.

 

It’s bothering him more and more, I think.
 

 

 

New job


So, that’s that!  Last
session.  Hope you enjoyed it.
Hmm?  No – I’m giving
up the business completely, I’m afraid. 
Got another job!
You know about this new programme they have for convicted
rapists?  Hard labour and corporal
punishment  – well, it’s just like the
job, isn’t it?  They even keep them in
chastity belts.
So I saw an ad for prison guards and I thought ‘why
not?’  I didn’t think they’d really want
a pro-domme, but I had an interview and then they gave me a rapist to work on –
you know, show what I could do.  I really
enjoyed it, actually.  Just brought home
to me how much I hate pandering to you lot – dressing up like this, not really
hitting hard, safewords, all that. So I really went for it. 
And they said it was great! Later on, when he had his apology
session with his victim, they said they’d never seen anyone begging for mercy
so frantically.  Didn’t do him any good –
she gave him the maximum additional years. 
Apparently they always do.
 
 

So yeah, I start next Tuesday. No more pro-domme, no more
clients.
Hmm? No, I don’t want to stay in touch. If that’s all right.
It was always just business. You know? 
There are plenty more dommes. You just have to accept that you’re not
seeing me again.
Well yes, I suppose we would see each other again if you rape someone!  But really, you do not want to meet me like
that.  You wouldn’t believe how much more
it hurts when I really mean it.
Oh – and rape is not a joking matter.  Rather a bad note to end on, don’t you think?  But then you always were a bit of a tosser.  Now fuck off.
Yeah, you too. Bye. Stay out of trouble.
 
 

 
The role of the divine Goddess Heather in this story was played by, errr, Divine Goddess Heather, appearing in a Femme Fatale Films photoshoot.