boots – Page 17 – Contemplating the divine

Intersectionality

That’s today’s new word! (And it begins with ‘i’!).

Apparently, ‘intersectionality’ refers to multiple overlapping systems of domination and oppression, and can be best described through a ‘matrix of domination’! Sounds like fun, huh?

I’m going to get me on one of them gender studies courses, right away. I could enter this blog as my thesis… although I expect some narrow-minded academic would probably consider it to be politically incorrect.

Oh well. Let’s have some pictures of sexy young women posing for the camera and holding fetish objects in a threatening way, shall we? Nothing politically incorrect there.

Actually, I think you’re on precisely the right side of the river. Why would you want to go anywhere else?

Actually, it’s simpler than that. He hasn’t left the aircraft – and he won’t.

If you can’t keep twenty-eight simple vows, then what on earth are you doing getting married, hmmm?

Sometimes it’s worth all the screaming and begging for mercy just to have made the point of priciple though, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Oh, I have no problem with authority at all. Not when it looks like Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

She has a new website, you know. Hooray! It’s because she’s moved to Canada. Nooooooo! Western Canada! Aaaaaargh! Vancouver. I don’t even know where Vancouver is! But it’s far.

Making him pay

nnnn nnnNNN NNNGGG! nngg nnnng!

Oh well. It’ll be agony this time, around, but…it’s not as if you masturbate often. Is it?

Oddly, I understand this is one exception to the rule ‘everything tastes like chicken’. It just doesn’t.

This is from a lovely English Mansion clip, much of which can be found here. I just love the way Mistress Neive (the blonde one) giggles. ‘Hee hee hee’. Somehow the way she’s slightly self-conscious makes it even sexier.

Good thing you’re into humiliation. You’ll be getting lots of that.

Actually, it’ll be quite a bit cheaper than having it done back in a properly equipped facility in the First World. More holiday spending money – can’t object to that!

A turning point

Many of you seem to like the series ‘turning points’: captioned images of situations that are not exactly femdom. But could be. Like this.

Anyway, in the same theme here is one of those little stories that’s just too damn big to fit as a caption.

Hmmm? My riding lesson?

No, it was
rubbish, actually. They gave me that
grey horse again – the lazy one. And he
kept refusing the jump so I gave him a few sharp taps with the whip – you
know. And then he refused it again, so I
decided to show him who was boss. So I
was giving the lazy bastard some good hard cracks right across his rump when
the instructor came up and told me I was giving him too much whip! That I should be trying to coax the stupid
animal instead of thrashing him! Can you
imagine!

She said she’d cancel the lesson if I didn’t stop. So of course I did…but can you imagine? It drove me mad, trotting around on this lazy
old thing and I couldn’t do anything but tap it gently. I’ll swear the brute was laughing at me! You know how frustrated and angry I get when
I don’t get my way. Grrr.

Anyway, when we finished and I took him back to the stall
and tied his reins up, she wasn’t around.
So I gave him 12 good hard ones!
He didn’t like that, I can tell you.
He was jumping about and trying to get his head around, but I was standing well to the side. And I laid them on good and hard – raised some lovely welts.

Anyway, I’m sure it did him a power of good. When I walked past a bit later on the way to the car, he caught sight of me and
cringed. Really. Have you ever seen a horse cringe? I don’t think he’s going to
forget me in a hurry! In fact, I might
ask to have him again next time. I think
we’ll be jumping those fences very nicely.

So… that was my day.
Still feeling angry.

How about you – did you fix that leaking pipe?

Oh darling! I can’t
believe it – I asked you specially! Now
how am I going to wash all this stable smell off? What have you been doing all this time? Just lying about watching TV and surfing the internet I suppose!

Honestly – you do make me cross sometimes. You really do.

Entrapment

Just a short one…too long for a caption.

Well, she thought, that had gone even more smoothly than she
had expected. He’d practically begged her to tie him up. She wondered whether he’d
played kinky games like this before, with one or other of the women whose
existence she’d discovered using his phone at the weekend.

He can tell me all about it later, she thought, stretching
luxuriously. Every last detail.

She smiled, and poked him gently with the heel of one of the
kinky boots. They’d been a good investment anyway, even if she was going to
wear them only once. And the corset. Ridiculous,
uncomfortable things. In a moment, she’d go and take them off and come back
wearing something a lot more comfortable. She wondered whether that would be
the point at which he’d realise it wasn’t a kinky sex game?

Or maybe it wouldn’t finally sink in until he caught sight
of the tools she was planning to use on him.

I know when I’ve been beaten

and sometimes the neighbours do, too.

Actually, that whip she gave him is pretty take-charge too. But it doesn’t hurt to make sure. Well..I mean, it does hurt. Obviously.

A little light spanking?

Yeah, come on. She’s right. Sometimes you just have to trust people. What’s the worst that can happen? Hmm? Oh – well apart from that, then.

Her very first maid-boy! Bless.

Business. It’s all about relationships. This particular relationship is female-led and abusive. Welcome to the team. Worm.

Smack addiction

I’ll admit it, I have one.

How can you resist those eyes? Go on – it’s only agony.

He’ll soon discover that she plans to satisfy his chastity fantasy in a rather literal way too. Well… when I say “soon”, I mean he’ll discover that over a period of several months.

Of course, she knows it’s all superstitutious nonsense really. But it’s better to be safe than sorry, don’t you think? You never know – there might be something in it.

So…just in time to spend the rest of the lesson being beaten for being late. Perfect timing, really.

But she does them a small kindness by blindfolding them first. It does give them just a few more seconds before they realise what’s about to happen, and start screaming hysterically in fear.

Premature ejaculation

That’s what you call it when you come before she’s given you permission. It can be quite painful.

On with the show:

Days with a “y” in them, for example.

Now two men aren’t having sex with her.

But in the event she decided the next morning not to marry him. Wanted a man who still had his testicles, apparently. Women! Eh? You just can’t please them.

Femdom image caption caption caption and so on

It’s very kind of Sarah to do this while she’s away. After all, she really doesn’t like men – quite the man-hating lesbian, really.

Consent. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s the most important word in BDSM.

Contemplating the corner

Tumtitum. Bad servitor. Don’t look over here, just look at the pretty pictures please.

It’s probably because you don’t really feel very grateful. Don’t worry, that’ll come with time and effort. And pain too. Obviously.

What’s the time, Mrs Wolf?

He’s a sensitive man. Very sensitive, right now.

Women riding horses? Frankly the whole thing just strikes me as too perverted for words.

Serves you right, you fat bastard*

* Unless you’re not. In which case it doesn’t.

BDSM (Beauty, Devotion, Supplication and Matriarchy)

Maybe a spanking...almost certainly a spanking

Ahh… You know, I don’t think I could stand waiting the two minutes.

She like totally pwns you, dude. No, really, she does.

You can kiss as many times as you like of course. But it’s one kiss, one kick. Only fair.

Oh to be crushed into the mud beneath her boots

Blmmmble oopple gllmmmhhh….

You’ll find it quite easy to write the letter of apology. Because believe me, you will be truly, truly sorry by then.

Obedience is bliss

Willpower…I lack it, She has it in abundance. There is a deal to be done here.

She makes the rules and enforces them too

He has so much to learn…

I think it’s the healthy outdoor air that’s the main attraction.

A whipping from each guard and then another

Silly really, because he’s paying a fortune to be there for the month – and there’s such a long waiting list to get in.

What are you going to give her for her birthday?

I don’t want to give the impression that anything too extreme is planned here. It’s just play. Fantasy. She would never really do it. Not without your consent, anyway. So just relax, and let her play. And if she asks for consent, and you’re not comfortable with the idea of being castrated at that time, you just say no. OK? And the next time she asks, well if you still don’t want to. you can say no again. No problem.

So, the secretary messed up, but you’re the one getting a spanking. Is that fair? I mean, just because they are the superior sex and we are insignificant maggots. Honestly, it makes me so angry.