Category: cage

Weak, pliant, ridiculous…

Aren’t we, though? Leopold Sacher Masoch said that and he was right about a lot of things.

Sorry – did you just ask about facial recognition? Do you really think she wants to bend down and… oh, that’s just perverted. We don’t want that sort of thing round here, thank you very much.
Don’t worry, she makes sure he sheds the excess pounds after the tournament. She has a special dietary regime called ‘chained up with no food’. It works a treat.
All those pretty dresses and they just want to wear jeans? Oh well, a lap is a lap, when you’re lying across it, I suppose.
They’re planning a big party at the weekend – over thirty guests. They dropped round to ask if she minded, and of course she said it was absolutely fine. Should be a fun evening.
She’s never had a problem motivating her students; in fact it’s the part of the job she enojoys the most.
My SO’s the same… even if it causes her mild discomfort, there are no lengths she won’t go to to ensure that any lessons I need to learn are soundly beaten in. So touching… it makes me cry.

And never brought to mind?

Another year dawns, full of hope and denial. Wishing all my male readers a humiliating and unpleasant year, in which your desires, dreams and fingertips are all crushed beneath an elegant boot.

No doubt, many of you printed off and proudly hung up last year’s CtD calendar, featuring the moist and pungent girls of our sister publication, Armpit Fetishist Monthly. Slightly pointlessly, because it didn’t actually have any dates on it, but no one ever said males were smart, right?

This year’s calendar is equally pointless, to match your pointless lives. It’s a chastity calendar, or chastendar as no one likes to say, in which the absence of any dates allows you all to avoid the misery of noticing that she has not circled one single day in red. Maybe one day she will? Anyway: another year… 365 days… more than thirty-one million seconds, I understand. Enjoy watching them tick by…

She wasn’t asking for permission

It’s the latest in an occasional series celebrating the thrill and beauty of non-consensual femdom. Do I need to explain that this is intended to be tongue-in-cheek? I probably do, because most of you are male and thus a bit dim, even when you’re not wanking. In reality, consent is obviously of utmost importance in our weird little corner of the Internet. Any male speaking, acting or holding back money without his domme’s active and conscious permission to do so, is doing femdom wrong.

Denial and service

In contrast, I think you’ll agree you do need the heavy strap. Quite frequently.
The customer is always wrong.
Treasure doesn’t usually believe in animals being kept in cages. But she’s prepared to make an exception.
Most sex workers lost their livelihoods when the Femsuprem government banned males from possessing money, but dominatrices transitioned to the new female-led economy just fine.
This blog favours males leading unhappy abnormal lives, and the women who are prepared to make that happen for us.
Kitten likes cars, but when they get old and a bit worn you need new ones – like clothes and pay-pigs.

Tears are not enough

Slam that door, slap my face.

That damn flicker. Better try to get it under control, now you’re married.
She likes locks. She likes the look of them, she likes the sound they make gently clinking inside your trousers when you’re out together…
I got lost once, Followed the wrong pair of heels… suddenly looked up and gulp! The lady was very nice, though and took me home, where she got talking to my SO and one thing led to another and… well, let’s just say I didn’t get my whipping for being lost until quite late the following morning!
He’s going to be your friend too, now.
Dommes say the funniest things. One beautiful lady once tied me to the bed and giggled sexily in my ear about how much she’d like to take my cock in her mouth and nibble it gently before taking firm hold with her hand and pumping… pumping… The silly thing must have forgotten she’d locked me in a tight chastity restrainer! But I didn’t say anything to embarass her.
In the event, she did turn up, about an hour late, with some of her friends, all wearing tight boob tubes and leather miniskirts. They got drunk and started shouting mocking abuse at all the sad little physics spods and speccy chemistry nerds sharing the stage, and made them hand over their medals, which they referred to as ‘lunch money’.

Finally, a quick note about comments here on this blog. The anti-spam thingy (to use a technical term) seems to have been a bit too cautious of late, with some commenters being blocked. Sorry about that. If you are, I think you can request approval. I do see those (might take a day or two) and I’ll always approve any that aren’t obvious spam marketers. I think once you’re on the approved list you’re fine forever but I’m not sure – the anti-spam stuff keeps having to change to stay ahead. I’d love to just switch it off, but I see the list of spammy comments it has blocked and believe me, there are hundreds every week so that’s not an option.

Never feel safe with the woman you love

… for a woman’s nature conceals more dangers than you think.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. Heck, if I’m going to rip off others’ femdom quotations, I might as well go to the source.

Let’s hope she explains it more clearly and thoroughly this time.
Aww… one of them brought her Mum.
Strict Master Simon is about to experience a little ‘being ripped apart by vicious dogs’ play. Kinky!
See, many people assume that findommes are selfish people, but here’s Sam generously handing out her own piggie’s money just as a nice gesture to her friend.
For some reason, the post-action interviews in snuff movies rarely – never, actually, come to think of it – feature both participants.
So much easier when someone else takes these difficult decisions.

Facts are stubborn things

… a bit like donkeys, then, and males. Today we have OWKFacts! Ages since we had any OWKFacts… this blog will be in danger of losing its reputation as the femdom blog of record and its obsession with accuracy and verisimilitude (oh, thank the Goddess for spell-checkers) if I don’t put some more facts out there.

Women’s men

It took a while for me to get used to our D/S dynamic in restaurants. I used to get embarassed at being so publicly submissive – even over what are actually practical and necessary things like, for example, my SO requesting that my food be given a quick whizz in the liquidiser so it can more easily pass through my feeding funnel. But you soon realise that the waitresses just don’t care: they’ve got jobs to do, after all.
That’s awfully generous of her.
I can do some quite spectacular things with it. Just not while having sex. Or at least, spectacular things have occasionally been done to it, by mischievous and highly creative people.
She has a keenly attuned sense of what your needs really are.
She’s got a little whip on which each of the thongs is studded with diamonds cut into sharp little points. Some might think that’s overdoing it, but she thinks it and the marks that it leaves are pretty and as long as she likes it, really who is to question her taste? Not me, certainly.
Form an orderly queue by the stage door…. Hey! I said an orderly queue! Look, if you can’t even follow simple instructions, she’s hardly likely to …

A man who does not understand the benefit of suffering does not live a clever and true life.

I’ve barely given the matter any thought, to be honest. Too much to do around the house to have time for politics.
Warning: may induce servility. Do not drive or operate heavy equipment without permission after taking this medication.
Trouble is, the spiked chastity tube really needs to be fitted before any excitement emrges, or it’s difficult to get it on (although with sufficient determination she always manages it). So it works best as a precaution.
This could be the beginning of a beautiful – and highly remunerative – relationship. Just as well, as another one could well be ending.
They are prepared to do maternal discipline sessions, as long as it is understood that the maternal care they provide is the sort that results in huge newspaper headlines and public inquiries into the failure of the local social services.
Poor Amy. Girls can be so mean.

Strictly controlled

It’s actually an important sign of how well a relationship is developing, when a couple can both be in the bathroom at the same time without embarassment. I can still remember the first time the woman who became my SO came into the bathroom to pee, while I was there. I wanted to leave, but I was much too firmly tied in position to go anywhere, and as the ring gag prevented me saying anything, I just had to lie there while she did her business – which I found quite distasteful at the time, but it was the first of many such intimate moments and nowadays it just seems routine.
But if you don’t, then there’s ‘fear of missing out’ so really you don’t have any easy options.
It takes a lot of control and self-discipline to be a ballerina, so laundry boy’s going to have to up his standards to meet theirs. Good of so many of them to make the effort to help help him see how he needs to improve, especially after a long hard rehearsal.
Ironically enough, she actually does believe that all men should be treated equally and with exactly the same degree of dignity.
Don’t worry: Sami won’t do anything unless her owner lets her.
My own subconscious often seeks out brutal punishment beatings, usually by making me behave in an “irritating” manner without any conscious intent to do so. Funny things, minds. Even male ones, which must be relatively simple.