blondes – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

Blonde ambition

In trying to come up with that title, I was thinking of ‘Blonde justice’ and had a sneaking suspicion I’d used it before, so I searched and found… oh dear, four posts all called ‘Blonde justice’. Is the blog really so forgettable, even for me? Maybe been going too long… but I’ve still got another 2772 captioned images unposted and I write more all the time, so I’m afraid we’re just going to have to carry on.

Anyway, blonde post. Yes, of course Mistress Eleise is in it. Did you really need to ask?

Obviously, it’s going to be very painful – it often is when a relationship ends – but don’t worry: one day she’ll look back on it and laugh. Possibly even next Thursday, when you come home with that funny bruised face.

Why should he mind? Why should she care if he does?

She’ll freely admit she’s a trophy wife. First prize in the ‘deluded and regretful old fool’ category.

I hate hypothetical questions. Strap me to the gurney and let me see the scalpels, then it will feel more like a real choice, that’s what I say. Assuming I’m still allowed to choose.

If you keep it up long enough, even an obese 220-pound man can easily lose as much as…well, 220 pounds, eventually. By weight, I mean. A lot more pounds sterling, obviously but who’s counting?

Told you. S he’s magnificent. What an extraordinary honour and pleasure (and pain) it was for me to session with her a few times, in Paris some years ago.

In fact… shall we have another Mistress Eleise image? I say we should and it is my blog, after all.

She’s laughing inside.

Severely

I suppose it’s polite to ask, but really she should just make herself at home.

He looks pretty trustworthy to me. You’ll be fine. Just think about something else for 20 minutes.

No, she’s not particular. Well…she is, obviously. Just not about that sort of thing.

See? There’s always a solution if you just talk it out. It’s like the time I finally told my SO I was finding our ‘lifestyle’ a bit difficult and in just a few minutes ‘talking it through’ we hit on the solution of shutting the fuck up and never complaining to her again. So simple, in retrospect and it’s avoided so many problems since.

She’s definitely going to go down there and check he’s OK, though. There’s just something she needs to do first, that’s all.

Mocking the weak

Some scenes we’d like to see.

Reminds me of my very first date… the girl I was with kept on comparing my penis size with that of this other guy she knew. Or maybe she’d never met him before… I don’t know actually. He was a bit embarrassed about the whole situation, but she offered him a blow job so he went along with it.

Now you are an grown man and have put childish things behind you. Haven’t you?

There are lots of things I’m better at than I am at sex. In fact, almost an infinite number.

Oh I don’t know. Seems to me to have done pretty well. Anyway, you never know, they might get back together now they’ve found a modus vivandi.

Plenty of orgasms in that household. Does one more or less per month really make that much of a difference?

Her opinion matters

It does – like many other men, I discovered early on in married life how much pain can be caused by not listening carefully enough to my partner’s concerns.

Hmm. It’s hardly surprising they don’t send her the best boys they have, if she keeps on breaking them. But I don’t want to be the one to tell her that.

Unnecessary rudeness can leave such a nasty taste in the mouth.

Mistress wants her slave to put his clothes back on – quietly now! – tiptoe off to the dungeon door and silently fuck off. There’s a good boy.

It’s good they’re all labelled because the faces usually get a bit messed up and hard to recognise, particularly those who were married when they arrived.

Try not to judge her too harshly. He is very annoying.

Unrestrained elegance

A truly service-oriented submissive would have one ready, anticipating her needs.

They say Paris is the city of lovers. Maybe she’ll have a several, while you’re there.

Don’t worry, the whip’s just for show. Well… I mean, it’s mainly for the slaveboy, obviously. But in this context, it’s mainly for show.

You’re very much at the bottom end of it, obviously, but part of the family nonetheless.

Skirts are much more convenient, as I can personally attest.

Agonising and ecstasising

Silly headline, sweet little song,* content is essentially unrelated.

It only gets sadder from here on in, Ma’am. You don’t mind if I call you Ma’am, I hope? Ma’am.

She can wait. Hours, days, weeks. Whatever it takes. And you’re not going anywhere, obviously.

Maybe I’m just trying to demonstrate that I’m not one of those guys who just thinks about his penis the whole time, you know?

It’s cheaper than domme session rates, but only slightly – and much more intense.

Don’t ask her about the bad experience. She’s been able to move on.

* But not as sweet as the one from Butterflies.

Hers to keep

And of course there’s no rule that says you can’t use any twice. Or even more often than that.

I expect Sasha will get the hang of it. One excuse for a beating’s almost as good as another; it’s silly to get hung up on narrative consistency. I never do – as readers of my stories will attest.

He’s probably thinking he’s not really up to moving like greased lightening, at his age. But that’s the thing about femdom – you can always surprise yourself.

Subbie hear, subbie do.

Many submissive men get quite hung up on how wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, co-workers and so on will react to their fetish. But the truth is, many of them just don’t care at all and haven’t the least interest in us. I find it quite humiliating…. yum.

And now for something largely similar

Right… ten more years then. The terrible teens begin here. How terrible can they be? Let’s find out, shall we?

He should be thankful. Not for anything in particular – just generally, all the time.

Regrettably, he won’t be perfect for long. She breaks things.

It is a good one. Here’s another: what do you do if you see a blonde undressing, through an open window? Eight years hard labour! Do you get it? Maybe one day you will.

Look at the lovely lady on the right, there. Rightly proud of her work.

‘Something plausibly similar to male genitalia’ is the best some of us can hope for.

Looks like all those caning fantasies are going to come true.

Bad Pookie. Just imagine being close to thinking about disobeying her like that! On second thoughts, don’t imagine it… she wouldn’t approve.

If there was anything she could do to make you feel better, she’d do it – you know that, right?

Anyway, maybe some of the other patrons would like to skip the queue too.

Ooh – the tips of her shoes look just like the inside of my chastity belt! Maybe we could strike up a conversation, now I know we’ve something in common.

And, of course:

Love and punishment

Corner time, thankfully, is one of those activities that is largely unaffected by the lockdown. In fact, lockdown is a little like corner time for the entire country, if you think about it (and I have lots of thinking time: several hours most days).

There’s no place for this kind of bigotry in the modern world.

Enjoy the view while it’s still unencumbered with tears.

Erm… “because it was a menial occupation that made insufficient use of her prodigious gifts”?

The angelic, diabolic and generally perfect Mistress Eleise, of course, beneath whose notice I have had the privilege on several occasions to crawl in person. I have never tried her on ‘dumb blonde’ jokes, though… perhaps some more adventurous ‘reader’ could give that a go and let us all know how it works out, if still able to type after the experience.

He does agree. Several times, every day. As often as she wants, in fact.

And finally a bit of found femdom. I can’t believe I’ve not encountered* this before. Nor was I aware that the lovely Alice, of Serena and Alice fame, has a twin sister. Content warning (1) for those who do not enjoy scenes of brutal torture: contains brutal torture. Content warning (2) for those who do: contains only 1 minute and 45 seconds of it.

Warning 3: the Youtube clip does not appear to be available to viewers located in certain countries. Gee, if only there were a way to reroute your Internet access through a server in a different country from your own.

* Yes, as a matter of fact I did consider using the lame “come across” joke again. What of it?