bootlicking – Contemplating the divine

Despised and rejected of women

It’s for you to make the choice. Fortunately, she’s helpfully slimmed down your options.

An important skill baby dommes need to learn is how to control the intensely erotic charge they get from having overweight, naked bald blokes licking their boots. Fortunately, most manage to conceal it very well indeed.

I don’t like to fight with a woman, it’s not a fair contest.

Although in my experience most dommes have developed quite a high tolerance for seeing disgusting things, I did once go and see a lady who admitted to being too revolted to continue. A shame… in the half second or so I saw her, before she slammed her front door in my face, I thought she looked quite lovely.

She’s just trying to make this easier… not for you, admittedly.

Let her take you on a little trip

It’s another science fiction special. What… you prefer the world of today?

Anyway, it being a science fiction special, you get seven. In both senses.

Obviously, some things have moved on. Shock-collars can draw unlimited power without being plugged in, for instance, so there’s no danger of them running low, and testicular reconstructive surgery has greatly extended males’ ball-busting capabilities. But the eternal truths remain, that’s why they’re called that.

I think society needs exactly that. Urgently.

He also enjoys dressing up as a maintenance bot and mincing around scrubbing out the CO₂ filters.

I appreciate it can be hard sometimes for men to get women to take them seriously, but that’s because we’re ridiculous.

One advantage is that a real human is obviously vastly more creative than a sex robot. Emma has lots of interesting ideas.

Don’t worry: they have plastic sacks that they can bag the males in, when they find them, and those can be sealed to keep the smell in. I expect they’ll make sure there’s plenty of air, and if not… well, they’re not exactly short of males, they’re really just chasing down the renegades out of principle.

You might think that only holographic entities like the Doctor can have their programming adjusted, but that’s not true: just ask any domme.

When you see someone putting on her Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen

There’s a theme today. See if you can guess what it is.

Looks like she’s come well prepared for the performance review. That’s so important.

Hmm… I mean, if food tastes strongly of leathery, sweaty boot, is it technically vegetarian? Probably best not to argue, but…

Actually, she won’t mind if he’s not a brave boy. She can be quite easygoing like that.

This is the lovely Mistress Vixen; you probably recognised her already from her very distinctive hair.

We fucked-up weirdos can be very annoying. Fortunately, it’s OK to take it out on us.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal

As you know, this blog features immature material on mature themes so I suppose I do both these things.

NB: anyone playing the game of ‘guess the original song/poetry* won’t succeed with this one, as it’s just a handy safety mnemonic. Y’know like: “Stub it out on arse or thighs, he’ll lose his sight if in his eyes.”

* But did you get all the rest?

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword

The back is mostly devoted to warnings about how ugly the front is. But fortunately it’s quite hard to read through all the welts.

Those early feminist books were groundbreaking, but modern female supremacist thinking, with its emphasis on sexual inequality and the importance of women’s autonomy over their boys’ bodies, has moved on.

Their corporate philosophy is that every boy can progress to the absolute limit of his potential, with the right guidance and incentives.

And some sexists think that boys are better at quantitative skills than girls! I’d like to see them beat her at this game.

She doesn’t mind being stopped in the street by admirers. She’s even got a little ‘E’ mini branding iron and is only too happy to heat it up with a lighter, for an autograph.

Today’s special celebrates that most elegant of female footwear (and ankle, calf and, excitingly, occasionally thighwear): the boot. As well as looking and tasting lovely, boots are highly practical and can be used for all kinds of kicking, crushing and treading underfoot. Plus, they’re so easy to get clean and the wearer can even be paid while waiting for the process to be completed to her satisfaction. Boots boots boots boots…*

Both wearing boots in this image. But she’s doing all the work… in so many ways.

She’s blended in quite well with village life: she rides a lot, takes part in the hunt and has even paid to have the quaint old stocks in ther market square repaired and brought back into use.

The delightful Princess Neive, whom I deeply regret never having had the chance to meet when she was working. There are videos of her around… listen to her lovely giggle.

More country pursuits. He provides all the gear they need as well, although some of the whips and sets of spurs are hardly suitable to be used on poor, defenseless horses.

Coincidentally, after his session, her client admitted to being the managing director of one of the largest cold-calling centres in the country. He later regretted telling her that, but she didn’t: she found it motivated her to greater creativity.

Everything my SO says to me is in the imperative, regardless of the precise grammatical form she uses.

I think dommes should tell dumb sub jokes to even the score. “Why did the sub stare for hours at the carton of orange juice?” Because his Mistress fucking told him to.

* Marching up and down again.

Occasionally I put found femdom down here. Now this isn’t found femdom. It’s just a funny little video imagining vikings with modern Scandinavian accents and attitudes. But if you watch to the end, the last second or so is just a little bit Contemplating the Divine. Just a little. But it’s not worth skipping to the end, just watch the video if you think the ‘modern viking’ thing sounds amusing and treat the last moment as a bonus.