bride – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

Out with the old…

… in with the younger, sexier and less fucking annoying – as my SO likes to say.

This year She’s decided that my new year’s resolutions will remain Her own secret. Pretty exciting! She’s going to make a little note every time I break one of my resolutions, then deal with it all at the end of the year. That way I can’t sneakily avoid puishment by complying, She says. So that should be fun! Apparently, I’ve broken two of them already.

Anyway, with a slightly nervous twitch in case posting captioned images is one of the things I’ve resolved to cut out, here are the first captioned images of 2017! Just like all the previous ones, huh?

I think you should stand up for yourself. Who does Katie think she is, anyway? Go on – man up.

Male class can be quite uncomfortable, but it’s a lot better than it was in the early days of commercial aviation. You’re inside, for a start and that makes quite a difference.

You see? Now male class in the passenger section is a lot better than going airfreight as livestock, and – What’s that? Oh. Well, it’s even better than going as cargo on a container ship too, I expect. Bon voyage.

He’s probably fine. Men’s brains can go for long periods without oxygen without loss of any useful functions anyway.

Most wedding venues keep a spanking chair somewhere around – just ask the organisers.

Her husband; her rules

It’s only fair, right?

She can certainly make you less happy in the days and years to come, should she choose to do so. Thoroughly miserable, in fact. So in that sense, today is indeed the high point.

Sounds exciting! Some sort of wet ‘n’ messy play, I imagine?

Yes, you really must stay to comfort her. It can’t have been easy for her, losing three husbands in a row like that.

I don’t usually link to tumblrs but I will give a shout-out to Strict Widow, as I love the concept and I’m using it quite a lot for material!

Ah – a caption turning on the finer points of English grammar. One for the Editor Domme, there.

While we’re on the subject of tumblrs… Just remember you’re apostrophe’s if you comment on her site, for gods sake, OK?

Dominant males quite often feature in this blog, actually. You can’t always tell the difference between them and the subs, but believe me, when I post a picture of some male under female control, with hands secured and cock firmly locked away or absent, it’s often a male dom formerly known as “Master Roger” or some such.

…and here‘s an extra one, without words.

I was so upset that I cried

… all the way to the chip shop

(trigger warning: video is unrelated to the subject matter of this blog, although I suppose those with a really really strong cuckoldry and insult fetish might just about find something in it).

And she’ll hold on to that very special key, just to make specially sure.

It’s true, actually. There’s nothing that drives away mild discomfort quite like agony.

A bit foolish, really. She could easily claim pro-domme rates for acting as his slavemistress and then where would he be?

I eventually got round to asking my wife whether my performance in bed was OK or not. I was a bit worried, but actually she was very nice about it. Said it was so long ago she’d completely forgotten after all these years and why would it matter to anyone anyway? I was so relieved.

Silly wasting money on a bus when it’s only eight miles anyway. Think how good you’d feel putting the bus fare into the fur coat fund instead. Every little helps.

And all I do is kiss you through the bars of a cage

… well I would if you put your boot a little closer, anyway.

About that which we cannot speak, we must remain silent.

Dommes.. they’re all about rules.

This is the delightful Domina Liza. I think I’d be happy in her cage forever, if I could see her dressed in green, setting off that stunning auburn hair, from time to time.

Regrets? He’s had a few. And he’ll have plenty of time for a few more.

Well, he does need a new companion. Some might say the adventures would be a little dull, if he’s never allowed out. But I’d watch it.

If you know what this caption is about, you might also enjoy this. Or you might not.

What do you mean, this one doesn’t fit today’s ‘cage’ theme? Of course it does. The cage isn’t actually in the picture, because it hasn’t been delivered yet. But it’ll be ready for you when you get back from honeymoon.

Humbled in her presence

Of course, for her it’ll be very different from having sex with you. Longer… more enjoyable…and more frequent too.

Don’t worry – it’ll be very special for both of you, I am sure.

And weekly confession too.

Sometimes men need a little encouragement to make the right choice of their own free will.

She has a point, you know. I’d say more, but I’ve a leash to fetch.

The wonderful, stern Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress, of course – who rather thrillingly could surely not give a rats arse about this blog one way or the other. Mmm.. contempt play.

If it be your will

If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well.

I find feminine contempt very sexy. Fortunately I get a lot of it. Masculine contempt too, of course, but that’s not so much my thing.

I’ve heard they’re not actually that great anyway.

Congratulations. You’re the ‘special friend’. Again. So much better than having a sexual relationship. Really.

Oh god. Let’s hope it wasn’t someone I work with this time.

Yes dear.

Power is nothing without control

…but together, they can be a real turn-on.

On we go.

Yeah. Those sorts of arguments can leave quite a nasty taste in the mouth, I find.

Home-made is always best.

Think happy thoughts. No rush.

Actually, the last laugh is on her because I’m a humiliation freak and I’m going to find this absolutely mortifying!

Let’s hope he’s forgiven you for cuckolding him. Because you’ll be spending a lot of time together.

She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

In fact, some of us have to. Music is mostly unrelated.

Because he knows there are things much worse than a good hard kick to the balls.

The forceful, talented and literary Mistress Miranda, another lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in the quivering, unimpressive flesh.

It’s all very well to be carried away with love at first sight, but can you build a lasting relationship with a pair of sports shoes, when fashion in sneakers is so fickle?

OK, not the sexiest of topics. But if you don’t know, you can’t imagine. Really: if you’re a pain-slut you should be trying to develop a good set of them.

Punishment fits the crime… tightly and closely.

You replied “I do” and that was the occasion when a safeword might have been advisable instead. Too late now.

Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me. I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply. Just saw some friends.

You smell nice. Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually. Rather thoroughly.

Strange sort of life, we live. Well, I do anyway. But so do you, probably.

Fucking off now, Ma’am.

Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while. In this case, about 11 minutes.

I have a very literal mind. It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.

She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics

Yurshhh mw’am. Gulp. Bleah!

Distorted view…see-through, baby blue

Oh, Arnold Lane. Pictures are mostly unrelated.

Yes…but…in the church?

Actually, on this blog it’s not amazing. It was practically a certainty.

Lots of men feel embarrassed about how they behave during castration. It’s a shame, because it’s not as if they’ll ever get another chance.

I wonder if it’ll feel different, being whipped as a married man….

Interestingly, the one time they tried vanilla sex, she accused him of being only halfway in when in fact he was fully committed. It’s obviously a thing with her.