caning – Page 9 – Contemplating the divine

You’ve got me pretty deep baby

She can help you deal with feelings of guilt, too.

I’ve never seen the point of masturbation gloves, to be quite honest. I mean why buy a special item of clothing that you’re almost never going to wear?

You could try to bluff your way out. Or grovel. I think I’d go with grovel… but that’s just me.

Nice to have something to think about, to take your mind off how much it’s going to fucking hurt.

Always consensual. It’s rule number 1. Well, in my relationship it’s actually rule number 286, but you know what I mean.

Simply divine, darling

These things happen. So do canings.

Pnk’s nice. It’s a bit showy but manhide isn’t cheap, so why not flaunt it?

You have to hold the toungue very still while you do it, basically. And of course, you can’t really use a gag, so you have to not mind screaming. Fortunately, she doesn’t.

Works for me.

It’s not the actual intercourse, it’s the cuddle afterwards, I find.

Celebrating the more militaristic side of our little hobby. Destruction, brutality, war, death… it’s sad there are these things in our world, but there’s nothing wrong with having a little sexy fun with them, is there?

As a British citizen, I don’t actually carry ID, but I do have an ownership tattoo, so let’s hope that will suffice.

It
happens. You know, the ninth Women’s Gestapo regiment once managed to
lose an entire infantry divisions-worth of POWs. Careless, but war’s
messy, right?

Her way’s a lot quicker, too.

Obviously enough, a lovely image from the British Institution.
You know, there are lots of organisations called “The British
Institute” of this, that and the other. I hope they enjoy the
ocasional accidental surf to prison.

Don’t worry. You get at least four more opportunities for appeal. We are going to fight this!

The divine, lovely, commanding Mistress Eleise de Lacy is no longer associated with Femme Fatale films and is cross with them (but oh, it’s wonderful when Mistress Eleise is cross with you, as I can personally attest!). So I won’t be linking to them, for images featuring her. And the not-always-in-charge Miss Woods is here.

Right, like her name’s really Vinyl Queen, huh? Dommes, eh? Do they think the rules don’t apply to them?

I’m guessing that’s who it is, from a Google Image search. Do correct me if I’m wrong.

Controlling promiscuity after hours

Shame they never made a video for that one.

The Stranglers, of course. Who are also famous for a lyric about a woman’s clitares*… which one day I will work into a caption as an extremely bad pun**.

But today, we have a scholastic focus.

It’s always worth negotiating.

Oh well. Adult life was fun while it lasted, I guess.

Hmmm. Might have to review her salary after a while.

But when does the blow job happen?

Well, if she can’t be bothered to get the details right, then what’s the point, eh? I mean, really! I’d have a word with her about it, but I’m still very bruised from last time.

* No, actually it doesn’t mean that. Just go and look it up for yourself, OK? Honestly, do I have to provide a link for everything?

** I haven’t actually thought up the pun yet. But I think we can confidently predict it will indeed be extremely bad.

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again. And quite a lot more. It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.

Which, in a sense, it is.

No pressure.

They don’t have many repeat clients, I understand.

“I’m OK, you’re a piece of shit?” “Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?”

Back under the saddle

Ah well, summer holidays over and it’s back to the daily grind. Which to be honest can leave you quite sore, especially when you then have to get up and go to work. But who am I to argue?

I hope you enjoyed the archival clear-out over August. But not that you enjoyed it so much you did anything you shouldn’t.

Back to normal. More of the same, but written more recently.

Down you go. You’ve got at least 10 hours before sunset.

Submissive man not actually very good at housework, in reality! Who’d have thought?

It’s just her thing. Go with it.

She got you, babe.

Yes. Anyway, it really doesn’t matter how big it is, if you’re not allowed to do anything with it.

Holy bonds of matrimony

Keep thinking about it.

There is no try, there is only do.

Tease and denial. Love it.

It’s good for relievin’ her… tension.

This is from earlier in my marriage. These days, she has a bunch of keys she hangs from a belt. I bet she doesn’t even know what half of them open.

We’re not worthy

Just never met the right girl, I guess. Hard to strike up a meaningful conversation in seven seconds or less.

Happy to be of service.

Shame she doesn’t get sexual pleasure out of the beatings. That’s two of you, then.

It’ s easy to get confused.

No comment.

Wifely duties

Oh, darling – I made an appointment with a disciplinarian,
like we talked about. I asked if you
could go tomorrow, but apparently it’s better not to do it straight away, so
you can dread it for a few days. Anyway, I’ve provisionally booked you in for
Tuesday – is that OK? You’d have to
leave work a bit early.

Fine. I’ll call her
to confirm.

Could you pass my skirt?

No, the blue one.

Thanks.

Now there’s a video you’re supposed to watch – of her caning
someone, she sent a link. She said you should watch it as soon as possible, so
you know how bad it’s going to be. It’s
about 20 minutes long – I think we’ve just got time right now before we go,
actually.

I watched the first minute or so and then I had to switch
off because it was so brutal! She just
flicks the cane down and there are these awful marks – well, you’ll see. He was crying and pleading – I just couldn’t
watch any more! It’s horrible to think of
her doing that to you. I hope we don’t
have to do this very often.

Now, did you get a bottle of wine like I asked you?

Oh darling, you didn’t forget did you, really? I made a point of reminding you this
morning. Oh how tiresome. You see – this is just the sort of thing I
mean. Honestly, I could cane you myself
right now, I really could.

Boys only want love if it’s torture

Regular “readers” will know that my musical tastes rarely extend beyond about 1988. But I am prepared to make an exception for Mistress Swift.

On with the rest of it… femdom captions, dominatrices, chastity, all those words that get search engines so excited, you know?

Oh no, not again.

You could try calling her tomorrow. “Hi! It’s William from last night. That’s right, the one with the small penis. Listen, I was wondering…”

NO! Not the comfy chair!

Well… I hope someone’s asked Andy if he’s OK sharing his cucky closet, that’s all. Some men can be a bit funny about that sort of thing – it’s their own special place, you know?

…and then if that gets too much, the electric shocks will take your mind off the pain from the welts.

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