cane – Page 14 – Contemplating the divine

The deal

Not for the first time, I found myself writing a ‘caption’ that’s so long it could barely fit onto the Sistine Chapel ceiling (and, to be honest, might not be entirely appropriate there), so instead of putting it in 6 point type, here it is, unlocked and free to dangle, as it were.

Actually, this one’s a bit serious, not a joke. Very strong fantasy for me. Hope I haven’t ruined it by writing it down.

And it’s called ‘The Deal’.

‘The
deal’? Well, I thought I’d been
perfectly clear. I can run through it
once more, I suppose.

I
am a professional governess and lifestyle counsellor. I specialise in taking charge of supposedly
grown men like you, who have never grown up.

I
will set you homework every week and punish you if it is not done to my
satisfaction. At weekends, you will come
here and do chores before breakfast, then you will sit in a classroom under my
supervision. You will go to bed by 8.30.

I
will lock your penis away so you can’t indulge your filthy habits. And I will fill the time you save by setting
you punishment lines to write, and making you stand for hours in a naughty corner in your
apartment, monitored by a camera feed via your computer.

I will take control. You will go on a strict diet, and will
exercise to my specifications daily. You will keep your apartment spotlessly
clean, to a rota I will provide. TV and Internet time will be severely rationed, and you will not be
permitted to watch anything inappropriate. I will control your spending, by
monitoring your bank accounts, and you will be expected to keep records of
everything, and account for every penny so I can make sure you are not
frittering your money away. Any purchases over £25 will need pre-approval. You
will bring me your performance evaluations from work, and we will discuss ways
in which you can apply yourself more effectively in your career.

And I will beat you every time I am in the slightest degree dissatisfied
with your perfomance. I will use the strap and the tawse on your
palms. I will beat your thighs and calves with a heavy leather belt. And whenever I am
still not satisfied that you have learnt your lesson, I will cane you. There is
an old-fashioned whipping block in my study, and I will strap you tightly over
it and I will flog you with this cane until I am satisfied that you have learnt
your lesson. You will scream, and struggle, and beg and plead and you will
cry. All boys do. But the straps are strong and so is my will.

You
will dread the ringtone of the mobile phone that is only for my use, to call
you with instructions. You will dread
the journey to my house on a Friday evening.
You will squirm in fear as I look over your homework and your
lines. You will shake when you are
waiting outside my study for the call to enter and to face your
punishment. Even in your lonely bed at
home, you will wake in a cold sweat, from a nightmare in which you imagine me
displeased with you.

You
will obey me. You will work for me. You will scream in pain, or endure hours of tedium, as I dictate. You will hate the pain, and the
discomfort and the sexual frustration, the misery and the terror. Above all, you will hate this cane and
you will fear what I can do to you with it.
Every waking moment.

That is ‘the deal’.

Oh
– and one more thing. You will pay me
for the privilege.

You
may now leave, or you may choose to sign the contract and we will begin.

The Rights of Man

They’re somewhat limited, around here, you’ll find. But we like it that way.

Well, you’ll find anyway, as they’re due round for a drink later.

Hmmm. Looks to me like one person’s doing all the work in this relationship.

And she’s got plenty of time to think of some too – she’s not due back until Tuesday.

Should never have lent her that copy of 50 Shades…

Maybe she can share her literary passions with him when they’re married.

Faith, hope and chastity

And the best of these is hope.
SORRY! Sorry. I mean chastity. Ma’am.

Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?

Thank goodness she’s not cross.

Actually, most of the change happened in the first two weeks.

She was keen to explore his ballbusting fantasies too.

Wise husbands know when it’s best not to argue, just to curtsey and get on with the ironing.

Caned to…

(So many possibilities)

…tears?
…perfection?
…amuse her friend?
…help him do a better job of the ironing?
…the sound of The Best of Abba, Vol 2?
…try out a new stroke?
…obedience?
…the sound of girlish laughter?

You decide (if You’re of the superior sex, obviously).

On with the show:

No rush. Take your time. She can even leave you there all night, if you like, and finish off tomorrow.

Well, obviously if you’re going out to dinner, you’ll be swallowing. Really – this doesn’t sound so bad at all, does it?

I used to pay for humiliation sessions, but now what I do instead is just ask ladies I fancy whether they’d like to go out for a drink with me. It’s a lot cheaper.

Whatever you say, I think she’s going to suggest you wear something a bit skimpier, you know.

I’m sure you can think of a good reason between now and tomorrow’s appointment at the clinic.

Inconsequential

Mostly, that’s me. But occasionally, my behaviour has consequences, and sometimes I just have to sit quietly and reflect upon that.

Just talk about whatever comes to mind.

Actually, several of her classmates still fear her, but they pay for the privilege now.

His and hers – something for everyone. But always check it fits before leaving the shop.

I expect she’ll be terribly embarassed when she discovers her mistake.

No really. You’ll be screaming too. You’ll see.

Femdom captions once again

With apologies for the unimaginative but search engine-friendly headline. Just supply your own feeble femdom-related pun if you’re missing it.

Oh – and if you’re a search engine? Hi there. Welcome. Femdom. Femdom caption. Dominatrix. Dominatrix. Governess. Spanking. Bandicoots. No, no bandicoots. This is what we do here:

Don’t worry. She’ll be there with you the whole time. With a bit of luck, you’ll still just be conscious when she comes – won’t that be nice?

He goes to confession too.

She’s such a professional. Sometimes the same caning scene will require eight or nine complete takes before she’s satisfied.

Astute observers of financial markets might realise that I created this caption a long time ago (I don’t always post captions as soon as I do them, in fact I have about 180 waiting to be posted – isn’t that nice?) – because the Euro is no longer particularly high. I expect that was the first thing that caught your eye when you looked at this one, right? Right?

Doesn’t she look sweet? Try to remember that, because your eyes will be too sore to open quite soon.

How do I love her, let me count the ways

One thank You, Ma’am
Two, thank You, Ma’am
Three, thank You, Ma’am
uh – four, thank You, Ma’am!
Five – oh – thank You, Ma’am!
sniff…whimper…
SIX! Aaah! Six thank You, Ma’am!
Thank You, thank You.

Thank You.

Very politely. Or you’ll really be in trouble.

With three of them lesbians and three bisexual, I guess there are going to be some interesting votes. Shame you don’t get to vote, really.

Don’t worry about what she likes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just scream if you feel like it – she definitely likes that.

Poor David. Those horribly sore balls. Still, I understand someone will be kissing them better later on.

And you get to be a lifestyle client. You take whatever she gives you, until you can’t afford it.

Femdom captions. More femdom captions.

Oi, Google! Over here. More femdom captions. Other world kingdom. Dominatrix. Bandicoots. Anne Hathaway. Kittens doing amusing things on video.

That’s enough site optimization for now. On we go.

The arms only get broken anyway, so it’s a bit silly really.

No danger of this one being talked about in the secretary’s pool. Not as long as she gets that pay rise. And yours too.

It’s better to give than receive. And important always to swallow, too.

Of course, she’s a bit of an amateur and there’s lots she doesn’t know about. Safewords, for instance. She doesn’t know about those. Or care.

Lesbian girlfriends and punishment oh my

Poor Natalie. I hope she gets over it quickly, don’t you?

The thwack of willow on leather

Ah yes, now there’s a sound to cntemplate. The summer is finally approaching. Time to travel to the UK, for some of those traditional English village pasttimes. I mean cricket, of course. In the meantime, here are some captioned images of female domination. Again.

It’s amazing how many cookies they sell though. This man bought more than 10,000 boxes last year.

Doesn’t she look sweet and fun-loving? Half right.

Getting quite crowded down there.

She’s very reasonable, don’t you think?

It’s best not to get all hung up on definitions. Man. Slave. Sissy. Doorstop. None of them are really the real you, so why not just be all of them as yourself?

The word of command

“No!”, usually.

Huh! And she accuses you of being a gadget freak! Never goes anywhere without that remote, these days.

So much more fun than silly old ‘naughty maid’. And the marks last a lot longer too.

Actually, the embarassment comes from the fact that she didn’t realise there’s only one ‘o’ in loser when she did it. But I’d be too polite to point that out – wouldn’t you? Still, better than this guy I used to know who became enslaved to an eighteen year-old. He is branded with the word “Pwned!” – doesn’t it just make you cringe?

Frankly, I think it’s a bit lazy not to do it herself. Ooops – you won’t tell her I said that?

I was reading the crush version of Metamorphosis the other day. It’s shorter than Kafka’s original.