bondage – Contemplating the divine

Owning him

When your Mistress is a perfect 10, it’s only fair that you have to be graded too.

And we don’t ‘bob’ so much as immerse and hold down.

Oh, if there is one Lady I’d love to see again, it is Lady Sophia Black. She lit our lives up like a, like a… hmm… comet? No, something brighter. Like a flamethrower, then retired too soon, too too soon.

She’s focused on what’s important in the relationship and you should be too.

That’s an interesting question – let me ask you one in return, preferably on my knees, with my paws up like a begging dog.

He has an excellent retirement plan and one day she might tell him what it is.

She also likes to play “this little piggie”, especially the bit about shrieking all the way home.

Animate objects

…who are also subjects.

Ooo… ‘the wrong sort of pain’. Never pleasant. My SO says the way to handle it is to accept there are no wrong sorts of pain, and I can’t argue with that.

Notice how she said ‘please’? See, you can be treated like dirt and still receive a modicum of respect. She says ‘Thank you, darling’ occasionally too, although that usually means ‘Shut up.’, particularly when said in public.

Actually, sleep scientists say that an early bedtime can be extremely beneficial for health. Oh yes, and I read somewhere as well that *spanking* scientists say… now where was that article?

It’s actually only marginally less comfortable than an economy seat on most airlines and arguably (if you’re of the sex permitted to argue) more so on Ryanair.

It’s odd, but when you’ve been locked in chastity for a month, it’s hard for a woman to do anything that *isn’t* breath-takingly erotic. Including refusing to unlock you, ironically enough.

Sourness and light

If any of you do have any nasty little habits – particularly if you happen to be indulging them right now – I suggest you visit a specialist like her. That’s what I do.

Lesbian slavegirls don’t really understand male sexuality, of course, which is probably why so many of them featured on this blog want to suppress or even abolish it.

Think of your retirement as a second childhood; that’s certainly how the staff see it.

Choosing the first option is likely to result in very drastic, rapid weight loss.

How did the conversation get onto this topic, anyway, what’s what I want to know?

Perilous prose

You have to slap pretty hard to get the ketchup sachet to burst open. But then you have to slap pretty hard anyway – she insists on it – so don’t worry about that. Worry about other things.

And she’ll make sure you’re penciled in for one of the first slots available in her schedule after her holiday, OK?

I once told a domme I couldn’t really cope with public humiliation and she just looked at me strangely and asked how I managed in day to day life, never leaving the house. I think she must have misunderstood me.

Don’t worry, her travel insurance will make sure she gets all the money she needs after your tragic and unexplained disappearance.

My SO once had an affair with a lesbian sub and I was over the moon, because I thought finally there’d be another submissive to share the chores. But apparently lesbian D/S “doesn’t work like that”. And the attitude to chastity play was a bit different too… a lot different, if I’m honest.

Hit me (hit me!) hit me (hit me!) hit me with those laser beams!

Frankie Goes to Hollywood of course. Another memory of brief and never repeated wild sexual excitement as a teenager. There was a music show called The Tube and this unknown band appeared on it, performing Relax… including two lovely ladies in leather dancing about with whips.* Yes, actual whips… my teenage brain exploded.** The lovely ladies did not appear to do any actual singing, which probably explains why, a few months later, when Relax became a massive hit, they’d disappeared from the band*** which had also thoroughly embraced its gay vibe. So, video at number one, leather imagery everywhere and not a female to be seen.

Anyway!

Anyway, this isn’t a post about Frankie Goes etc. It’s just an excuse to put the word ‘laser’ in the title, because it’s a science fiction post. And if the first one today doesn’t get me a mention on 11dutch’s blog I really don’t know what ever will.

I understand there’s a latex fetish scene with a Zygon, too.

…or even an even older man from 2023. I don’t put captioned images up as soon as I write them, you see. Except the Billie Piper one above, because as soon as I’d made it and stopped chortling happily to myself I just had to post it.

I understand the preferred terms are ‘Trekker’ and ‘perverted little freak’. Anyway, it’s what you do that actually matters, not what anyone calls you.

She’s bound to get found out eventually. No robot could ever be as cruel and controlling as a real human bride, after all.

Lexx is thoroughly recommended for all perverts reading this blog. The lady above is (in my utterly humble opinion) only the second most stunningly attractive incarnation of the character she is portraying… just think on that.

* Here’s a scene from the trailer!

** Here’s the whole thing, starting about 0.55.

*** Ooh – here’s a whole article about them and what happened. Called ‘the leather pets’ they were.

And a photo! Bloody hell, it’s good this Internet thing isn’t it? So much stuff out there.

Out of my mind, I am held by the power of you, love

…why do you have to be a ball-breaker? Is it a lesson that I never knew?

She’s being much too pernickety. If he’d consented to being tied up and gagged then he can be assumed to have consented to what’s to come, can’t he? No matter what she has in mind. And if the tying and gagging was non-consensual… well, then the principle’s already been breached, right? Might as well carry on and let her do her thing.

One last disappointment for her, in a marriage which, to be honest, has not turned out to be everything she’d hoped for. Still, it looks like she’s taken a bold decision to put her own needs first and make a fresh start, so that’s good.

It’s not the activities she’s horrified by, it’s the price list. I mean, for something that literally anyone can do, without any training.

Ah well, you wanted a heavy pain session, right? Why else forget Mistress’s birthday?

Some things do actually try to happen. But none of it leads to anything, so it’s really all the same.

There’s a two-legged animal running about

… but if it’s kneeling down on one knee, I reckon things are probably OK.

It can be more complicated for them to find better quality ‘playmates’, as those are often reported as missing after a while. Which isn’t a problem – she’s even had some minor celebrities who’ve disappeared into her playroom – but it’s an added complication.

With a bit of luck, maybe Pookie will get bored of having monthly orgasms after a while and stop trying so hard. Then it’ll be your turn. Just give it time.

Looks like you have an extra 45 minutes free! Whatever will you do with it? Ironing, dusting… the possibilities are almost endless (within the very limited range of things you’re permitted to do, obviously). Later on, it looks like there’ll be quite a lot of chocolate stains to clean up, so best to get ahead on the regular chores.

She’s enjoying it in a non-sexual way… and if you’re as exhausted and sore as she implies, you’re probably hating it in a non-sexual way too. So that’s very compatible.

She’s quite tender-hearted, so she’ll be upset when she comes back from her next trip to the forest but I expect Vanya 2 can cheer her up.

Her whip, her rules

It’s basically self-enforcing.

Males who spend their lives being obedient to a dominant female partner and carrying out her every command live longer, you know. Fact. They get beaten less often too.

Don’t worry, the first performance is just in front of a few special friends.

Hands out of your trousers first, OK? Don’t want to embarrass yourself.

Actually, you can have plans if you like. She really doesn’t mind one way or the other.

To misquote the immortal Bing Hitler (3.15 in): ‘A domme won’t sting ye, as long as ye don’t annoy her… but how dae I know what annoys a domme?!”

The truth will set you free

…so it’s lucky there isn’t much of that in this blog.

One advantage of their lifestyle is that there won’t be any silly divorce arguments over who owns the property, as that was settled a long time ago.

I used to have a domme who was very into impulse purchases – she’d just see something in a shop and decide she had to have it, then and there. All sorts of stuff – gadgets that didn’t really do anything useful, clothes she never even wore… if it had been her own money she was spending, it would have been rather worrying.

Men have little idea of the discomfort women go through, but it’s worth trying.

Ah… how sweet. She still assumes her clients expect to be allowed to come.

As my SO likes to point out: if I were any good at being a responsible decision-maker, I wouldn’t have signed an agreement giving a sadist the right to do anything she likes to me. So it’s much better if she takes all the decisions. And I can’t argue with that.

Kiss the boys or make them cry

or both, even.

Nervous young husbands might want to check out Servitor’s old series ‘Seven Secrets of a Happy Marriage‘ which contains about 30 pieces of advice, each one of them as accurate and helpful as the title proclaiming there will be ‘seven’.

Women can often be oddly protective of their shoes, can’t they? And their panties too, in my experience. Just ask any of the women in my neighbourhood, or the judge in my court case for that matter. There’s probably an over-protective, nurturing, nest-building sort of impulse behind it, I expect. The neighbours I mean, not the judge – she was just doing her job, except when she made me do that little dance dressed up and frillied in front of the court. Happy days… where was I? Oh yes.

Fake it to make it and escape it.

Anyway, you look so cute taking little steps, with the bells hanging from your nipple clamps going jingle jingle jingle.

If you think the client in question is behaving in a humiliating way, wanking off looking at this lovely lady but not allowed to touch her or her clothing… what does that say about what you’re doing, right now? Hmm?