Category: cage

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son—and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

Leaving plenty of time for any other things she has planned in the remainder of the session.

Male brains are often fixated upon numbers: how many weeks, how many months… getting on for a year. Whereas women are much more interested in feelings: I’m sure she’d love to hear how unbearably frustrating he’s finding it, but he’s just stuck in Mars-mode.
That’s OK, I’m really good at fucking off.
If you’re still unsure how much to pledge, the suggested donation is ‘all of it, idiot!’.
She’s right, you know. It might be best to remember that at all times, from now on.
Oh… it’s just possible some popcorn will fall on the floor during the show, maybe even get squished under her boots. You’re OK dealing with that too, right?
Obviously, the complexities of female supremacist theory are beyond most men, but there are simplified versions aimed at a male readership, such as Female Supremacy for Idiots, or, for those finding even that a stretch, Female Supremacy for Complete Fucking Morons. Or there are short residential courses that explain everything very clearly.

Now here’s some excellent news: Red Rump is back!

Oh, and also this is rather lovely and has long free trailers. I recommend watching Camille doing her thing, very wonderfully. Très chic!

Taking her advice

… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.

Does anyone else look at fashion shoots including belts and try to gauge how much it would hurt?
It’s called a ‘no contact’ orgasm. For my part, I’ve perfected the ‘no contact’ aspect, but I’m still hoping that the orgasm thing works out.
That easy-going nature may soon pass, actually as her latex gets quite hot on a sunny day and it does make her a bit testy. So watch out for that, as you’re enjoying your healthy river cruise.
I wouldn’t mind, but he sent me the bill.
He has many happy memories from before, as well, so that’s something. As a matter of fact, just about every memory prior to his being put in the cage was ‘happy’ for him, relatively speaking.
Applies to remote viewing as well, perverts. Sorry. IP and email addresses logged and forwarded – there will be consequences.

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.