bride – Contemplating the divine

Saviours of the Universe

Sorry. Science fiction post, anyway.

Who wants to live forever? HAHAHAHAHA! Diiiive!

Sorry.

Just one female supremacist from a parallel dimension against an entire male-run planet? Her chances can’t be better than evens… 75% at best.

It is very beautiful in its own special way… her people write poetry about it. Maybe she’ll
read you some while she’s working you over with her ovipositor.

Hmm? No, no everything’s fine. Just came into the wrong room, that’s all. I suppose I might briefly have imagined seeing five figures changing into pretty young ladies from… from… something else, but obviously that didn’t really happen. Just my imagination… how silly. But how lovely you all look! What beautiful dresses! Now, if you’ll excuse me….

Yes, unfortunately maleness itself is incurable, even with their advanced technology, but most of the visible symptoms can be removed or suppressed.

The sun shines every day in this parallel world. It’s a paradise – for full citizens, anyway.

Seductive reasoning

I break easily.

Simon, like many alphas, sometimes finds it hard to understand subs. It’s not his fault, of course: it’s because he’s a male and males are stupid.

She briefly renamed him “Whiny, pleady pathetic cry-baby” but ended up with the rather unsurprising “Skinny Bastard”.

I believe this sweet lady is Mistress Tess. I’m sure she can help you, too, discover a new healthier lifestyle, if you ask very nicely.

Lots of men have irrational fears about castration. OK, just occasionally those fears might be rational but there’s no point in brooding on these things and letting them ruin your life.

The World Sadistic Games are much more fun to watch than regular sporting competitions. The Ladies’ Javelin, for instance, which not only involves strength and the ability to throw far but also tests the athletes’ aim.

Written pleadings

It’s not really a choice, as she’ll probably find an excuse to do the bottle thing even after posting the photos. And vice versa. But he doesn’t know that, because males are very stupid creatures.

He’s lucky to have such an understanding Responsible Female; I hope he’ll have the sense not to push that luck too far. Female supporters of men’s lib are a bit weird in my opinion, but even
most of them understandably draw the line at disobedience or answering
back.

Mistress has also learnt from experience that the way to get a really smart, polished pair of shoes or boots is not to have someone slobber over them while masturbating.

She doesn’t really need the meter, given the screaming thing, but it’s nice to be sure and anyway, she has some plans to fill his mouth later.

She’s right. Just remember that and you’ll be fine.

And an extra one, just a little bit o’politics. Just what you’re looking for when you go surfing for femdom porn, right?

Still, inept political commentary incomprehensible to non-Brits notwithstanding, any image containing Morrigan Hel and Goddess Sophia has got to be worth at least a few long, lingering, longing stares, right?

Yanking my chain

Don’t you hate it when she does that?

Nah, same old. Just got a new hood that’s all – and some fresh whip-marks.

Models have something of a reputation for aggressive behaviour, which is often quite undeserved, sad to say.

To be honest, if I had to choose my perversion, there are probably easier options than being submissive. But fortunately I cannot choose and as a submissive I’d rather not anyway.

Many brides can be a bit on edge during the big day – the whole ‘bridezilla’ thing, you know? Just humour her… soon you’ll have tied the knot and can settle down to a lifetime of married bliss.

Hmm. Seems a bit unprofessional, to have mixed up the creams like that. Probably best not to complain, though.

Hear her roar

… and hear me squeak.

I’m not allowed to look my SO in the eye under any circumstances, so for that (and other) reasons this situation never arises for me.

Loving brutal domination… that hits the sweet spot (repeatedly, raising welts and leaving it throbbing and sore).

Hard to understand atheists who say there’s no such thing as a divine being, in a world on which Mistress Eleise walks among us.

I wouldn’t mind but it’s seven floors up and the male lift (‘elevator’, Americans but you knew that right?) has been out of action all week.

It’s odd how often I find myself begging my SO for mercy, when begging her for brutal and gleeful ferocity would be so much more likely to succeed.

It’s actually quite common for bridegrooms to feel a little nervous and apprehensive before ~~giving up their their body and eternal soul to the control of a callous and evil witch~~ the big day. Looks like she has ~~a potion that will rob you of any means of resistance~~ just the solution. I guess that’s ~~you damned to an eternity of suffering and torment~~ why you’re marrying her, right?

To err is male

… to chastise, divine.

Well… at least until it stops stretching, obviously. Otherwise why go to all that trouble?

She’s smiling but she’s crying inside. Don’t make this harder for her.

Thank goodness (and her) for that.

My SO generally prefers me to be silent – except when I’m strapped down onto the whipping bench, when she usually removes my gag. It’s her opportunity to hear how how I’m feeling.

Lots of older men seek to relive their youth, with attractive young women. Looks like Timmy has hit the jackpot.

Words can never hurt you

…but these ladies can.

You might think it a little unfair that only one of the submissives in this relationship does all the housework – but remember, she needs to rest during the day after a busy night looking after Mistress’s sexual needs.

Let’s just say I’ve had time to get my hand in.

They should be more careful with their property.

Unlike regular sex work, paid femdom doesn’t have to involve hanging around on cold rainy street corners, wearing nothing but a latex miniskirt, tiny top and uncomfortable high heels – but if that’s what my dominatrix says is going to happen, I usually don’t argue.

Don’t be alarmed; her mother may be a bit bossy but at least she likes you. She described you as ‘very suitable’ when you were first introduced to her, remember?

Hit me (hit me!) hit me (hit me!) hit me with those laser beams!

Frankie Goes to Hollywood of course. Another memory of brief and never repeated wild sexual excitement as a teenager. There was a music show called The Tube and this unknown band appeared on it, performing Relax… including two lovely ladies in leather dancing about with whips.* Yes, actual whips… my teenage brain exploded.** The lovely ladies did not appear to do any actual singing, which probably explains why, a few months later, when Relax became a massive hit, they’d disappeared from the band*** which had also thoroughly embraced its gay vibe. So, video at number one, leather imagery everywhere and not a female to be seen.

Anyway!

Anyway, this isn’t a post about Frankie Goes etc. It’s just an excuse to put the word ‘laser’ in the title, because it’s a science fiction post. And if the first one today doesn’t get me a mention on 11dutch’s blog I really don’t know what ever will.

I understand there’s a latex fetish scene with a Zygon, too.

…or even an even older man from 2023. I don’t put captioned images up as soon as I write them, you see. Except the Billie Piper one above, because as soon as I’d made it and stopped chortling happily to myself I just had to post it.

I understand the preferred terms are ‘Trekker’ and ‘perverted little freak’. Anyway, it’s what you do that actually matters, not what anyone calls you.

She’s bound to get found out eventually. No robot could ever be as cruel and controlling as a real human bride, after all.

Lexx is thoroughly recommended for all perverts reading this blog. The lady above is (in my utterly humble opinion) only the second most stunningly attractive incarnation of the character she is portraying… just think on that.

* Here’s a scene from the trailer!

** Here’s the whole thing, starting about 0.55.

*** Ooh – here’s a whole article about them and what happened. Called ‘the leather pets’ they were.

And a photo! Bloody hell, it’s good this Internet thing isn’t it? So much stuff out there.

When life gives you lemons…

…strap him down to a table, clip his eyelids open and squeeze the juice into them.

Too unpleasant for you? Then you definitely will not want to watch this clip of women (as the title indicates) brutally torturing men to death.

No, seriously, you won’t. That clip is not some kind of happy S&M consensual game, nor are the terrified victims saved at the last minute from the evil torturers (don’t you hate it when that happens in mainstream movies?). It is possibly the most unpleasant, brutal mainstream clip I have ever seen. Very nasty stuff.

I mean, who could possibly enjoy that sort of thing? You’d have to be a truly sick weirdo to get any kind of sexual pleasure from that. Simply horrible, it is. Vile.

Mmmm.

Anyway, on we go!

Some poor sod’s going to have to clean that up, you know.

‘Non-lethal’ is how I like my femdom play.

Yes, let’s hope Ellie doesn’t take it out on them. She’d got a terrible temper, you know.

The people have spoken… the ones wanking online, anyway, and that’s good enough for her.

Thank goodness none of that applies to any of us, eh readers? Imagine the (fully justified) self-loathing you’d have to feel to get off on something like this.

A kiss on the boot

…may be quite deferential. But diamonds…

Double what he himself would normally have to pay, that is. So about six times the going rate for a ‘normal’ client. But he does get to keep the shoes and ‘normal’ clients don’t get to keep the lady, so I guess he’s ahead.

Very directly. She’d appreciate short and truthful answers too and frankly you are likely to be gasping and crying out too much to think of (still less articulate) anything complicated.

I think she should just get on with it. A few little buzzes and he’ll almost certainly find that he agrees with her – on this and on everything.

Probably something to do with swimming. Maybe you can ask her about it later – but I’m sure you’ll both have better ideas for how to spend your wedding night than reliving old school memories.

I think the phrase he’s looking for is “Ma’am yes Ma’am!”.