boots – Contemplating the divine

A surprising facility for pain

Essentially the title is purely descriptive: we are back (after waking up woozily, dangling upside down, swaying around sickeningly as the abduction van tackles the winding country lanes) in the Facility. It’s a woman-owned, woman-run business that provides an ideal country break. Women can relax here, while men can get away from the stresses and cares of their everday lives to experience stresses and cares that are so, so much worse, for as long as their sponsors decide to keep them there.

She walks in beauty, like the night

She’s right, of course (as women do tend to be in my experience). You can only feel frustrated while you retain hope.

Many rich man marrying younger second wives worry that they’ll be reckless with money, but in this case it does look as if he’s married someone capable and willing to exercise strict financial control.

Of course there’s nothing wrong with a sissy having opinions, as long as they are sensible opinions derived from someone else – someone without intellect-destroying Y-chromosomes.

The problem is, she’s a perfectionist, but really, why *should* she have to give up on the ideal of perfection? Looks to me like she’s determined to keep trying, despite these setbacks, which I find admirable.

Typical selfish male behaviour on maggot’s part, there, not even managing to remain alive despite the two ladies having a clear use for him at least for the next hour or so. But as things turned out, the resulting photo-shoot went really well – in fact they resolved to use dead slaves more often, as they’re less annoying.

A classic from Cruella. And you can now download the originals, the stories in which are no less deliciously dismissive and brutal than my caption. Wonderful stuff.

A woman’s right to choose

It’s very important, in so many areas of life.

That’s so unfair! I have *specific* unfulfilled perverted desires. A great many of them, covering a wide range of activities, true, but I know what I like and I know I’m not allowed it.

She mostly doesn’t mind him being small. The first time she tried kneeing him in the balls, she had to crouch down, but then she discovered she could easily lift him up off the ground and just hold him squirming there while kneeing him repeatedly, so they got over that difficulty.

Makes a change from being put out in the kennel.

It’s silly to pay for public humiliation play when you can get it for free from almost any girl by going up to her and trying a chat-up line.

Apparently theatres love booking them because there’s always a queue of male ‘groupies’ at the stage door, eager to come in and tidy and clean everything up after the post-show party.

How exciting – and unexpected – to imagine Scarlett watching a movie all about you! Hope she enjoys it… I’m sure she will; her body guard knows what she likes and he’s done this before.

Like it was yesterday

More reminiscences by those sweet and caring angels, the ladies of OWK.

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

Let’s go, girls.

She’s been working recently on trying get tears just right… the way they catch the light and sparkle as they drip down a screaming sitter’s cheeks can be so hard to capture, but she’s determined to nail it.

The process of booking her does involve almost as much subterfuge, of calling anonymous phone numbers when you reach a certain location, as a first visit to a domme, though.

Remarkably, the premium Net Nanny service continues to work even if you’re never allowed to access the Internet again. Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime lifestyle choice.

A teachable moment with Annie is a thing to be treasured.

I know I’ve got to get out and cry

Yes, the easily recognised lyrics from what is perhaps the most 1980s big-hair video ever signals not a post about 1980s magazines, but rather an increasingly desperate attempt to find titles vaguely related to ‘turning’ because this, ladies and scum, is a ‘turning point’ post.

Again.

Relentlessly romantic

And it makes her life easier too – she can focus her disciplinary efforts on gratifying her own sexual desires, instead of constantly having to make you scream for mercy over simple household tasks inadequately carried out.

You don’t want to make it her problem, believe me. She employs very effective problem-solving techniques.

Well she could look a bit more interested! I mean, here you are, ready to scream your guts out as you thrash around in agony for everyone else’s pleasure…

I can date to the very day – almost to the very stroke – the moment I reached the same realisation, in my own blissfully happy marriage.

She’ll get the hang of it. You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few kitchen slaves, am I right?

Actually, she’s unfairly disparaging* AFM’s technology section here. Just in the last few issues they’ve reviewed all the latest electronic air fresheners – focusing on how easy it is to change the scent they disperse – they’ve had some fascinating pieces on the microfungus ecologies that thrive and provide such rich aromas from even the cleanest armpits and they have tested out all of the latest AI models with a carefully standardised prompt crafted to induce them to describe a particular activity (can’t remember what it was) in as much detail as possible. Plus reviews of shaving technologies obviously.

*But then, Ms Palvin is very welcome to disparage me unfairly as hard and as often as she wants. I live for the hope that one day she will.

Deliberate acts of obedience

OK, that’s good. Because I imagine you’ve been thinking about it quite a lot too, right?

The three of them discovered they share a common interest.

It’s cleaner than it *was*… no squashed beetles for a start.

Men often feel uncomfortable dressed in female clothing. She just wants to make sure, that’s all.

According to my SO, it’s a mistake in BDSM to draw a distinction between sexy and painful punishment. Some punishments just have more of both, that’s all – and those are the best, of course, I can’t say she’s wrong about that.

Nothing like being desperately uncomfortable to keep yourself in the moment.

Cartoonish

Again a post in which I have selected out those captioned images that seem to me to go a leetle too far into whimsy; which I’ll clumsily attempt to justify by sugesting they are in the style – although nothing resembling the same class – as Gary Larson’s brilliant Far Side.