More turning points, I’m afraid. But then I usually am: my SO says I’m better when I’m afraid.






It’s the best sort…
…and two extras, why not, both inspired by a recent post by the femdom blogger-in-chief, Paltego on Femdom Resource.
Daughter of Justice, most severe / That art the world’s great Arbitresse / And Queene of causes raigning heere.
The wonderful Mistress Sidonia of course, Head Mistress and goddess incarnate at the English Mansion.
Something I should get for that headline, I suspect. Oh well.
Oh hi, Mr Folkes. Yeah, I’ve drafted that report like you asked me. Sorry it took so long. I’ve tried to make it read like you wrote it yourself, like you asked.
Actually… well, if you’re interested, I thought I’d try something a bit hi tech, since no one else seemed to want to give the intern work. See, I realised there’s probably quite a lot of stuff out there that you’ve written, so one of these AI thingies ought to be able to write in your own style. Right? So I gave that ChatGPT thing a prompt about the report topic and ‘in the style of Mr Adrian Folkes’ and so on. But it came up with the weirdest stuff!
Look: here’s the bit about the new marketing initiative in Scotland:
Douglas fidgeted nervously as he stood in regulation shorts and cap outside Mrs Harcastle’s oak door. The quarterly sales figures were down by over 15%. Something would undoubtedly be said about that, he knew, and something would be done too. His heart sank as he contemplated that prospect. It was going to be hard, there was no point in pretending otherwise.
“Come!” he heard, and he tried to control the butterflies in his stomach as he turned the door handle. Mrs Hardcastle was standing there, the dreaded three-tailed tawse in one hand, his report in the other.
“So it seems middle-class ladies from Lothian in their fifties are particularly displeased with your performance, boy!” she sniffed, disapprovingly. “That most certainly includes me and I do not propose to leave the matter unremedied. Clearly, my previous efforts have not been sufficient and a more… vigorous approach is called for. Trousers down and bend over my desk.”
See what I mean? It’s… kind of about the Scottish marketing initiative but… weird.
Here’s another about the new office in Prague:
Madame Loreen leaned back, allowing the heels of her boots to scrape the pallid back of the quaking slave kneeling before her. The furniture in the new facility was barely adequate, she reflected, noting that the criss-crossed whip marks on her footstool’s buttocks suggested that her colleagues thought the same. Furthermore, the artwork that was supposed to decorate the walls had not yet arrived, so the Ladies had tried to brighten the place up by dangling slaves from steel manacles across most of the walls. At least the electricity was working, she thought, watching the slave on the wall before her jerk frantically, mewing into his gag, as the electrodes clamped to his nipples delivered random jolts of electricity.
Clearly, the contractor had failed in the tasks assigned to him. A special meeting had been arranged, at which all the Ladies would have a chance to express their displeasure with him. Her fingers curled reflexively around the handle of her bullwhip as she thought about that.
Yeah. It just produced something like that every time. Every item I tried: the GPT wrote up your monthly finance analysis as something about a princess and her ‘pay piggies’ for instance and it suggested replacing the contract cleaners with senior male managers dressed as little maids and spanking them until they met their targets. Oh, and the stuff about performance management was just brutal.
It’s weird isn’t it? Do you suppose there must be another Adrian Folkes out there, writing stuff like that? Only, I gave it your address and everything, so…
Anyway, looks like the technology has a long way to go, I ended up just writing the report myself. Old fashioned style. I’ll email it to you, shall I?
I hope you like it. I really made an effort… worked all night on it… I’ve got my internship review coming up, after all Mr Folkes. I’d love to work for this company… get a foot in the door of such a promising new business. I hope you’re going to make a submission to the review board.
I actually took the liberty of drafting one for you, using the GPT thing again. Funny: speaking of foot in the door, it’s mostly about feet, actually. My feet. And about you. Anyway, I don’t think it would be very suitable, but it might give you some ideas, if you’d like a copy?
…although I share them, obviously, even the ones I haven’t been told about.
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She’s taking this very casually at the moment, but don’t worry: I’m sure it’ll come up again in the next weekly reminder session. |
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Best to get it over quickly. After all, the whole point of chastity play is the chastity, not the orgasms. Some men don’t get that, at first. |
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Deniably, that is. I’m sure she could think of many, many things he could die of, were it not for the pettifogging legal system. |
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As it turned out, he did indeed ‘experience fresh challenges while continuing to deepen his existing skill set’ in his session with Strict Madame Lydia, so that worked out well too. |
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It’s good to have a mid-morning energy boost, especially when you’ve got Class 6d at 11.15. They can be a bit challenging, I’ve heard. |
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Good to know she’s researched it so carefully. Anyway, would it matter so much? More than her need to be soaped matters? I don’t think so, and nor do you if you’re honest with yourself, right? |
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Actually, he might end up trying to mate with Elisa. Not his decision, after all. |
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Boys can do computer too. And I don’t just mean cleaning keyboards. And not just getting the coffee, although obviously with only one male in the team no one else is going to be doing that. |
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Fortunately, all your pain receptors still work. |
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There’s really no need for males to learn mathematical techniques beyond basic counting and thanking. I often even get that wrong, to be honest. |
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If its something you’re already good at, then maybe you should try that 10,000 hours technique, you know? That’s all you need to become really expert. |
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It’ll be good practice for when he’s released to forage for himself. |
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Aitor might make a bit of a mess later too, so thank goodness you’re around. |
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Scurry scurry scurry… |
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In practice a lot of the psychological elements flow fairly naturally from the pain and from the dread of it, |
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So brave she bought a weekly pass enabling her to see any show she pleases. But watching Mark will be special for her, obviously. |
A happy Cruella shoot, of course, with all three participants enjoying the balmy British summer.