boots – Page 19 – Contemplating the divine

Helplessly devoted

Oh relax! Look if George is hetero too, then it’s not like you’re going to be having gay sex anyway, is it? I mean, who’s going to make you do it?

The offence? Oh – unauthorised erection, I think. Now just watch the caning very carefully and try not to let it happen again, OK?

Could get expensive.

Well I think it’s rather sweet.

Men can be so obsessive about these little things.

Truth or…

The worst
thing I’ve ever done to a boy? Oh…
I’ll probably take the dare, erm –

No! No, I got it. I’ll go with truth!

OK, so there
was this, like, really cute guy a couple of years above me? And he really wanted to feel my breasts?

So I told
him that I’d let him, if I could kick him in the balls. I mean, I was joking! You know?

But he said
OK! I couldn’t believe it!

Well, we
just stood there for a bit, and for some weird reason I just found myself
saying ‘How many times’? And he’s like
‘Just one, bitch’. So I’m like, ‘If you
can take ten, I’ll let you go all the way’.
And he’s like, ‘OK, but you have to stop if I say so, OK?’. And I’m like ‘Sure!’

Anyway, he
made me promise to stop if he said so – and for a joke, I made him agree that
he had to say ‘Please Carly, I’m a wimp and I can’t take any more, please
stop.’

So he opened
his legs a little bit, and he breathed in and out for a bit and then he looked
at me – he was looking kinda scared! – and was just, like, ‘OK!’. Real tense, like that, you know? Just: ‘OK!’.

And I kicked
him really hard, right in the nuts. I
was wearing these kinda goth boots?
– even though I’d already started going emo back then, but you know,
they were cool – and the toe went right
between his legs so the top of the boot smashed right up into his balls.

I don’t
think he’d expected me really to kick him as hard as that! Especially not for the first one. Because his eyes bulged out, and all the
breath came out of his body, and he staggered back and he’s trying to gasp for
air? And he looks up at me with these
horrified pleading eyes – I can still see them now – and I think he was just
about to try and say something when I kicked him the second time!

And of
course, after that I went through with the whole thing. I mean, I knew he wanted me to stop. But he could hardly even scream, he was in so
much pain – let alone say the complicated sentence we’d agreed. So I could just keep going. Once he got as far as ‘PleaseCarlyI’m
awimpand’ – but then WHAM!. you know, and he shut up again.

And – I
guess the worst thing about it was that I’d planned that? You know?
Cos I’d seen boys who’d taken, you know, a softball in the nuts and I
knew what it would be like? That’s why I
made him agree he had to say such a long thing if he wanted me to stop. And then I just had to make sure I went in
really hard for the first one.

For the last
four he was writhing on the ground – I think he was trying to crawl away just
using his arms, but of course that didn’t do him any good, and those were the
hardest of all.

And I left
him there. I figured he wouldn’t want to
try collecting on his part of the deal that day!

Anyway… I
heard he went to hospital, for a long time, then they moved away. I was kinda worried for a while that I might
get into trouble, but I don’t know – maybe he didn’t want to admit to anyone
that a girl did this to him? Or maybe he
was just scared of me. But anyway,
apparently he told his parents and the police that these three big black guys
had done it.

I thought
that was kinda mean. Huh? I mean, why say they were black guys? There’s so much, like, prejudice and hatred
in the world, you know? That was
nasty. Made me realise he wasn’t a very
nice guy. If he ever did show up and
want to collect his side of the deal, I’d just be like, no way! I don’t fuck racists! What an asshole.

Anyway, I
guess that’s the worst thing I’ve done.
I mean, there was another thing a few months later that was a bit worse,
but that wasn’t just me. I had my friend
Amy with me. She’s really cool – you
should meet her!

OK! Your turn.
Truth or dare.

You know…I’m
going to have to think of something really embarrassing to ask you. Cos I’ve got such a great idea for a dare for
you! There is no way you are leaving tonight until I’ve made you do it.

Let me think…

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.