boots – Contemplating the divine

Baby watch her eyes, you better watch her eyes

Anything you feel swelling up underneath you when you’re being spanked over Dave’s lap should be kept strictly as a secret between you and him, OK? It’s a guy thing: no need for her to know.

Fashion photographers can be so annoying. Just ask the ladies in this sweet little scene..

I mean, she’d never *actually* do it, right? You know that, right? ‘Course you do. So stop dithering and let her strap you down.

And your orgasms are even specialer, being so rare.

First goddess in my life, maybe…. I mean, I *liked* The Damned too, and The Undertones but… Ah, to be looked at, the way she looks at Kermit.

And here’s Captain Sensible performing ‘Wot’ on French TV, because pourquoi pas?

Men think of castration in such all-or-nothing terms, that’s the problem.

Boy, you’re going to carry that weight

So don’t argue.

Don’t worry if you find the conversation about sex a little embarrassing – it’ll be very quick (although not quite as quick as the sex was).

You’ll observe that she’s holding an electric shocker remote in her left hand, which gives me confidence he’ll respond enthusiastically and with appropriate gratitude.

Lots of ladies send their sissies out proudly displaying every bruise they’ve been given, but Mrs Thornton’s more old-fashioned about that sort of thing.

It’s like a two-key system. But with only one key, obviously.

Slaves with bad knees who would find all-fours pony play particularly painful should always mention that in their OWK application forms, so the Ladies can take that into account when deciding on the activities. It’s like informing them of phobias about spiders or enclosed spaces: they always like to know.

Quite a few MPs found themselves subjected to an intense lobbying campaign, over this bill. Very intense indeed.

Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins

Ah, the Bible is such a great source of vaguely pervy-sounding quotes. As are the collected works of Leopold Sacher-Masoch, for that matter. I just take inspiration from where I can get it.

There’ll be other opportunities. I’m sure all that worrying won’t go to waste.

I’m proud to say that I’ve never paid for sex in my life. Quite the oppposite, if anything.

She could ask you to finish the story for her, but she doesn’t want to embarass you unduly on the first day of your married life together.

Any male visitors suggesting their holy book is a modern fake will be scourged severely. But then, all male visitors get scourged severely anyway, so…

Her rule is that you can specify any limits you like in the email but if it’s NOT in the email, it’s fair game. And she’s a lot more creative than most of her clients, so she manages to have plenty of fun whatever the constraints.

He should be reassured: Anya’s something of an expert on testicular damage.

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.

Gracious, devilish, mythical ladies

Some women are very hard to satisfy. Others impossible. It’s about 50/50 between the two, in my experience.

Don’t worry, she’ll look after you and provide for all your needs.

You may kiss the floor a respectful distance away from the bride.

Don’t be too disappointed if his humiliation ideas are a bit basic – he’s new to this. And male, so sophistication isn’t really to be expected.

She is nothing if not consistent. Except when she decides on a whim to be capricious.

He’s right about one thing: it *will* be an experience.

The sound of one hand slapping

I was a bit nervous when my own dear SO first suggested we make our relationship public with a public slapping but in the event, no one seemed to be shocked and in fact quite a few other people in the pub had a go once she’d finished. It just goes to show that things sometimes aren’t as bad as you imagine.

The trouble with ‘being ignored while Mistress sleeps’ sessions is that they can get quite expensive at standard hourly rates if she sleeps through her alarm.

It should – and will – be grateful she pays it so much attention.

Apparently she does *have* a punch-bag, although I can’t see one in this picture… maybe it’s hanging behind the camera.

She believes that almost any problems can be solved, through the rigorous application of science.

So much easier in these days of streaming services… I remember having to buy face-slapping compilations on CD, and by chance there always seemed to be a giggling pair of young women on the cash desk – often with strong arms and hard palms – when I went to pay.

Fiendish angels

Or are they angelic fiends?

She likes to feel appreciated – who doesn’t?

There’s nothing like a man-hating lesbian girlfriend to inject a bit of firm discipline into a relationship.

Garbage needs to consider whether there are things in his life that are more important than money (other than her, of course, but that goes without saying).

This is of course the awesome Serena, Gynarchy Goddess, whose floors Servitor has often cleaned, almost never to her satisfaction, alas.

He’ll be fine, just as soon as he’s got beyond ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’.

Kitten isn’t an expert in economics, but she does understand the basic idea of conspicuous consumption and thoroughly approves of it.

Wednesday. No – Sunday! And if it’s Sunday, it must be a themed special. What’s the theme today? Well, we continue to delay the scheduled World War M post, because of unpleasant (and, it would seem, somewhat poorly thought-out) developments in the so-called ‘real world’, so today we are once again celebrating that most delightful of feminine attitudes: being utterly, stubbornly, deliciously unreasonable.

On Tuesday I’m due to go and see a lady I’ve not had a session with before and we’ve agreed on email that it’ll be a domestic scene in which she scolds me, is demanding and impossible to please and generally thoroughly unreasonable. Which sounds lovely, but what if she changes her mind and just decides to do something else on a whim?