bull-whip – Contemplating the divine

Apologetics

…a word that doesn’t mean what you probably think it means, as it is a form of ‘systematic argumentative discourse’. So probably not recommended in the sorts of relationships this blog favours, where apologies should be simple, heartfelt (and felt in other parts of the body too) and frequent.

I’ll confess I’ve never understood men who want to cheat on their partners or imagine they can get away with it. It’s not as if any lady’s going to fail to notice a second padlock hanging there on my chastity belt.

My SO is constantly ‘encouraging’ me to learn new dance routines to entertain her bulls, but none of them seem like the sort of guys who really enjoy watching dance, so I hope they don’t get too bored by it all.

Fortunately, Kate’s unlikely to reach the prize first as she’s too soft-hearted to use the whip on her horse, the sweet thing. She doesn’t believe in cruelty to animals.

Not The Hunt, for those of you paying attention to such matters, this is more of an informal social thing, with friends and less death.

He’s not even doing any work, just hanging around the office.

The silly thing’s forgotten to put a blouse on – perhaps you should remind her?

Reminds me of the time I decided to try some vanilla so I booked a sex worker who offered ‘a real girlfriend experience’. Bloody hell… I’m into humiliation and abuse, but not *that* much!

Up to her

How can the shopping trip be over when your credit cards are all still below their limits?

Make sure you get a receipt. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, but £20 is four times your weekly allowance and she doesn’t want you to have to face that kind of temptation.

Men who try reading snip-lit are often disappointed – expecting it to be full of descriptions of vicious gadgets and gore. But women are actually much more interested in the character development. Sure, she’s tied him to the bed and she’s slowly castrating him, but how is that going to make her feel?

It’s actually quite common for the woman to provide most of the love in the relationship.

Oh, and that scene you wrote where she’s standing on your back? Just be a love and make sure there’s a firm hand-hold out of camera shot, will you?

Look at that happy face. Isn’t that worth just a little pain, hmm? Of course it is. So having established that, if instead it’s a lot of pain she inflicts, we’re really only haggling about the price, not the basic principle, right?

Intended consequences

I wonder why she didn’t get much sleep? Probably worrying you might be cold out there, the sweet thing.

Good to know it’s nice and strong. Nothing worse than the feeling that one of your bonds is working loose , when you’re screaming, thrashing around in agony and pleading for mercy, is there?

I often accompany my SO to the hairdresser – the girls there have a kind of competition to see who can give me the stupidest-looking cut.

I think she’s getting the hang of ‘it’the domination sex thing’. The trick is not to get hung up on the ‘sex’ bit.

Maybe she just lacks confidence, the poor thing. Doesn’t want to embarass herself by not being quite the accomplished lesbian, when it’s finally time for you to watch in mute frustration. Fortunately, she’s always been a quick learner.

Service tension

Especially if it limits her ability to spend your own money how she likes.

Consequences again – and quite right too. How could you have been so thoughtless, you monster?

Don’t worry, I hear they’re developing a kind of slow-release capsule so you won’t need a new dose every day.

Some might question why such a wise, benevolent and just ruler even needs ‘palace dungeons’ – and a few people did, near the start of her reign, but they seem to have gone away now.

They operate a walk-in, crawl-out service.

What a relief it must be to her, to hear his voice – and she must be especially pleased he phoned her first, not the police. That shows real trust and devotion.

Whipping posts

Also, she finds the whole idea of ‘going easy’ a bit uncomfortable. Dommes have their hard limits too, you know.

An EU delegation once visited to check that the OWK itself conformed to the relevant safety standards. I understand the ladies achieved a perfect score, in not conforming to a single one, but it is hard to say for sure as neither the report nor the delegation were ever released.

As my SO likes to point out: she is being merciful. A fact for which I am truly grateful.

Dommes can be a bit highly-strung. It’s probably the uncomfortable clothing.

This is the magnificently magnificent Gigi Allens. Who also makes vanilla porn movies – which is a sad waste of a powerful talent, but at least shows us what we are all missing and always shall.

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.

Lashing out

In case you’re wondering, I’m not doing April Fool’s Day stuff. I have before.

One year I warned people in advance that the blog was going to feature occasional fem-sub content, then came up with this. And then a year later, ran a feature on those mis-understood (and modest and humble) members of our BDSM community: male doms. Believe me, Contemplating the Divine going M/f is about as likely as the Catholic Church embracing Wicca or a video found on Pornhub being, y’know, any good.

Then another year I did this, which was a bit rubbish but had lots of lovely pictures.

But not this year. No, really. This isn’t some kind of self-referential ‘tell them there’s no April Fool joke but then there is’ thing. Sorry. Just the usual crap.

So much hell to dish out, so little time. People think the life of an OWK Lady is all lazing around eating peeled grapes, but really it’s all go, all the time.

You want know what I think? I think these are very good ideas and she’s right about this, as she is about everything. That’s what I think and I’m determined not to think anything else.

The food’s not as good as at a traditional British boarding school, but other than that the lifestyle’s pretty similar, I understand.

That’s her sweet ‘girl next door’ look. She has some very scared (and lucky) neighbours.

This is the sweet and vanilla Melisande Sin, to be found in a few places in Poland (which Russia would be well advised not to invade because (a) NATO and (b) her).

Still, at least she remembered your anniversary this time.

Sexually implicit

She must have read my mind.

Someone once said that marriage is a negotiation – but I find that turns out mostly to be pleading too.

It’s not a protest song. She’s just fine with things as they are.

You’re probably wondering what sort of tiles Chloe and she are looking for. I’ll make sure to ask, if I see her, OK?

…and the session will be held in an under-heated prefab with a leaky roof.

And now for something largely similar

Right… ten more years then. The terrible teens begin here. How terrible can they be? Let’s find out, shall we?

He should be thankful. Not for anything in particular – just generally, all the time.

Regrettably, he won’t be perfect for long. She breaks things.

It is a good one. Here’s another: what do you do if you see a blonde undressing, through an open window? Eight years hard labour! Do you get it? Maybe one day you will.

Look at the lovely lady on the right, there. Rightly proud of her work.

‘Something plausibly similar to male genitalia’ is the best some of us can hope for.

Looks like all those caning fantasies are going to come true.

Bad Pookie. Just imagine being close to thinking about disobeying her like that! On second thoughts, don’t imagine it… she wouldn’t approve.

If there was anything she could do to make you feel better, she’d do it – you know that, right?

Anyway, maybe some of the other patrons would like to skip the queue too.

Ooh – the tips of her shoes look just like the inside of my chastity belt! Maybe we could strike up a conversation, now I know we’ve something in common.

And, of course:

Dressed to repress

She’s actually very tolerant – it takes a lot to get her to lose her temper. Backchat, obviously. Disobedience too… and laziness, of course, as well as forgetfulness and ingratitude. Anyway, what I’m saying is that you’ll quite often find yourself not being slapped, even when there might be cause to, so there’s really very little to complain about when you are. Even if she permitted complaining. Which she doesn’t.

Yeah, first gay sex experience is always going to be a bit daunting. Once you get through that first time, you can just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. It won’t be long before you’re a very experienced player, having enjoyed so many sex partners, you’ll have forgotten that just a few hours before you were a virgin.

Sounds fun… expensive, but worth it.

I found I simply didn’t have time for TV sports any more, after getting married. Busy busy busy.

Toss a coin?