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A daily act of brutality

Unusually for me, a themed post. See if you can guess the theme.

All images taken from the public spaces of “The British Institution”, or tumblrs, not from behind the paywall to my knowledge.

Well worth a visit – once you’re in, you’ll find you can’t leave. Not for five years anyway, even with good behaviour.

http://www.thebritishinstitution.com

Worm’s eye view

Do worms actually have eyes? Or a point of view? I know I’m not allowed one of those, not about anything that matters.

Ah well, on we go.

Oh well. Never mind.

This of course is Princess Kali, whose perfect balancing of sweetness and cruelty presses all the buttons I have. It’s the little tiara that always does it for me. Aaaahhh.

Oooh! Maybe Steve’s going to get a blowjob too? How exciting.

The lady in the picture is Ashley Edmonds. She’s fantastic. Don’t know who the males are. But who cares? Just males.

I can imagine being very polite. But I expect she’s right. She usually is.

Well, that’s very kind. She’ll stop being kind soon, don’t worry.

Domina Irene Boss, of course, whose boots I am not fit to lick (I mean, even more than those of most ladies).

Must be awful. Don’t you think?

Slavery, inequality, sorority

He might have his hair tugged less if he cuts it too. He looks like a bit of a sissy with hair that long, if you ask me.

The divine Ms Darla Kincaid.

Isn’t that sweet? Of course, they didn’t keep the ponies for long. They’re so expensive to keep. But they’ll always have that memory.

Don’t be jealous that she’s so much better in bed than you are. After all, you’re so much better at ironing than she ever was.

I think you just pushed her own limits. I don’t recommend that.

It’s silly to blame her for your own faults, now, isn’t it?

Dealing with feelings of sexual inadequacy

Here are some ladies who know exactly how to do that.

I find it quite hard to find condoms in my size, actually. I used to think it was because I was so unusually small, but actually a kindly pharmacist once explained to me that there are quite a lot of men this small – it’s just that they never get to have any sex, so there’s not much of a market for condom makers. That made me feel a lot better.

Actually, that sort of failure rarely happens to me. I usually find I can make women laugh, one way or another.

I wouldn’t recommend a visit to the Young Goddess site these days, unless you’re really into self-loathing, as the guy who ran it got religion and decided that all of this is sinful. Which of course, it is. Still…I guess that means he’s relinquished copyright on everything?

Sorry. Too embarassing a memory to talk about. Move on please, move on.

That Raoul. I’m sure he’s cheating on her. Last time, I bought eight condoms and when I came round the next day to clean up, I only found six that he’d used. Men can be such beasts…I don’t know what she sees in him.

She had to have the last one put down. He was just too yappy. It wasn’t an easy decision, though, and she made the mistake of looking back and catching his eye when she left him at the vet for the last time. A tear or two was shed that night, I can tell you, as she thought of him alone in his cage at the vet’s waiting for the lethal injection the next morning. But she’s sure it was for the best.

Quite a combination, there, Mistress T of Vancouver to the left, Goddess Lexi Sindel to the right, and Mistress Mina Thorne in the middle. [With thanks to commenters for one identification]

Devotional blackmail

I think they’re going to talk about it again.

Marriage is for life, you know. That can be quite short, though.

No, I don’t know either. Sorry.

Nice of her to help them like that, wasn’t it?

The lady in the picture is the awesome Syonera von Stryx, and I’m sure in person she’s nothing like a sadistic camp commandant’s daughter. Unless that’s what you’re looking for, of course, in which case no doubt she is.

Oh how tiresome.

Rewards and punishments

Sometimes it’s difficult to tell them apart, don’t you think?

And thanks to rote learning, they know a lot of very long poems in Norwegian, word-perfect, off by heart. Sadly, they don’t know what any of those words mean.

The wonderful, severe (and wonderfully severe) Cassie Hunter, or “The Hunteress”.

Do you sense she might be losing interest in the sexual side of this marriage?

Don’t worry. She’ll have time to get away, when the acid starts gushing out. Even in those high heels – she’ll be fine.

Oh well.

I don’t know the original source (something about it says “German” to me…), but I got this from the She is in charge tumblr.

[Edited: Paltego in the comments has kindly pointed out that this is Lady Ramirez, to be found at www.ladyramirez.com. So – at least we know who she is. As for the other… well we know he’s not Dave (or was it Dennis?) but otherwise the field’s wide open.]

Having your mouth full most of the time will probably help prevent you forming deep emotional attachments too.

A service of worship

More femdom captions…captioned images of female domination. Dominatrix… or Herrin, Maitresse, Dominadora or Padrona. That sort of photos: of cruel dominas, dommes, mistresses and their male slaves, submissives, subs.

(Yes, I know you know all of that already. But search engines don’t, poor lambs).

Or indeed speak.

You see, it’s not actually a mail-order bride service. It’s for mail-order husbands.

She’s obviously know. Most of the girls in the office know all about your, ermm… little problem.

He doesn’t take up much room.

Just a little light spanking. Then the heavy paddle. So much more fun, on the front.

Worshipping graven images

Actually I don’t know if these images have been ‘graven’. To be completely honest, I don’t really know what ‘graven’ means. But occasionally I like to hearken back to the title of the blog with a religious reference.

And isn’t it amazing, if you go googling phrases relating to punishment and humiliation, looking for bdsm porn (as we do), how most of the vanilla sites you find are religious? Hmmm… something to be explored there, I’d suggest.

But not in this blog. On we go.

And you’ll do.

Well? Have you?

This is the divine Goddess Heather. Have I featured her image before, for you all to worship? Well yes, I think I might have done once or twice.

She shouted at me once, across the floor of a club, you know. Treasured memory…

Poor Simon. It must be very difficult for him. Almost as difficult as it’s going to be for you.

Actually, there are other ways to make the swelling go down. But amputation is easily the best. Don’t worry – they’ll fit you with a prosthetic replacement.

A lot of men don’t realise that when they’re married, they’re expected to discuss things a lot more. Such as discussing why they’re late home, discussing why the ironing wasn’t done to her satisfaction, discussing whether he can stand up or must remain on his knees for a bit longer – that kind of thing. It’s all about communication.

Boys will be toys

Yet more captioned images of female domination. What else were you expecting? Dancing kittens?

But don’t ask her to buy you any long trousers. You know she won’t.

She’s going to be applying some science.

It’s all right. She’ll take it nice and slowly.

This is the divine Mistress Vixen.

You’ve only yourself to blame. You gave her the job – remember? I can’t imagine why. She’s rubbish at cleaning.

It’s not as if Raoul would be taking your matrimonial rights. She’s not going to fuck you, whetever happens, she’s made that quite clear. So you’re not losing anything. Be reasonable, hmm?

Blessed art thou amongst women

We’re all blessed to be amongst women, don’t you think? Usually, I have to pay for the privilege, but even so..

You know, that reminds me of a funny story. The first time I visited a domme in France, she asked if I
wanted to be “blessé”. So of
course I said “Oui, Maîtresse!” and I knelt down and waited for
divine benediction.

But, would you believe it, in French “blessé”
means wounded!

Goodness, how I laughed at my mistake afterwards, when the
bones in my jaw had been re-set.

Funny old world, isn’t it? And apparently in Estonian, the phrase “blow job” means “penectomy”. Strange but true. Could be all sorts of scope for amusing misunderstandings there, I imagine.

On we go.

Well… it’s not as if the chair’s that comfortable anyway. Me on the ring, her sitting on the chair…we’ll see who cracks first.

Anyone not realising that this is the divine Eleise de Lacy, or that Femme Fatale Films are absolutely superb… well, anyone like that probably isn’t reading this blog, actually.

I don’t normally credit Tumblrs, but this is from the “fuckyeahstewardesses” tumblr, which once you’re past the slightly, mmmm, crude name is actually rather tasteful and lovely. Unlike the red glove treatment, which isn’t either of those things.

Nothing to see here, let’s move on.

She’s going to be her own, er… ex-step-mother! How cool is that?

Planet Femdom. If statuesque German ladies are your thing (and even more so, if you’d like to be their thing), it’s the place you want to go right after this.

Ah yes. Hers isn’t quite as frilly. And, to be fair, it doesn’t say “punishment dress” on it either. Or have the little lacy cuffs at the back for wrists. And she can take it off herself. Still, nice to be a matching couple.