castration – Contemplating the divine

The power of negative thinking

One of those talks where you don’t talk, not until the very end, anyway.

I hope readers realise that the activity depicted in this captioned image – being annoying and pervy around ladies who are prepared to do something about it – is highly dangerous and should not be attempted.

It might turn out to be quite like Tuesday. And after a while, it really doesn’t matter.

Goodness, what nerve-rackingly high stakes. You could lose some (notionally) important body parts or win back the full £120, all on the turn of a card.

Poobles likes to be helpful and today this is how he can help.

Poor chap’s going to miss out on the awkward vanilla conversation while getting dressed at the end.

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

I realise that Sunday’s posts tend to be themed and this is only loosely themed, since most of the ladies featured on this blog do have eyes, usually two of them (except in the stranger sci-fi or ‘further side’ captions) and the eyes, like everything else about them, are usually great. But it does get a bit more specifically themed, towards the end, you’ll see.

Hey – well done you! First time your sexual perfomance has really satisfied her. Let’s hope it’s the first of many.

Mixed signals can even end up in slavery contracts. For example, my first contract ruled out having cigarettes stubbed out on me as a hard limit, but it also said that my purpose in life was to please my SO, including sexually. Quite a dilemma – but she dealt with it decisively, as she so often does.

Many men prefer women of moderate size in that regard, but you wouldn’t think so from looking at online porn.

It’s actually much nicer not to have a financial allowance, I find, as you don’t have to bother yourself with budgeting and suchlike and it really helps develop those pleading skills, which are all-important in a successful relationship. Plus there’s much less danger of buying anything she might not approve of, which is just one less anxiety to worry about, isn’t it?

Don’t worry: you’ll get a new name. And if you ever forget it (and you will, lacking any long-term memory), just strip naked and ask someone who knows how to read to tell you.

Actually, Anya quite likes submissives, in their proper place.

The above refers of course to….

By the way, truth imitates art, reality imitates fiction and all that sort of thing, right? As is so infrequently demonstrated on this blog, whose predictions are scarily inaccurate. But Anya…

OK, look, do I think she’s really the lifestyle domme / female supremacist of my dreams? No, alas, probably not. But do I think she knows perfectly well what effect some of her outfits have on a certain male demographic? Oh yes, I totally do. As I pointed out before, so these are just a few more:

OK, that one was because she’d just been in a Mad Max movie. But the rest…?

Could be taken from a Woman Worship shoot. Not AI to the best of my knowledge?

… and… and even when it’s not specifically the clothes, it’s the look, it’s the attitude. Right? I mean…

…and… and…

I mean, sure you *can* caption the image with her saying something chastity-themed (I think I have) but it doesn’t actually need the caption, does it?

Of course although the dominatrix and ice maiden looks will have 90% of male submissives essentially catatonic with awed desire, there’s still the more sissy-oriented minority in our community who are unlikely to respond to… oh hang on, never mind:

… and surely any findomme would kill for an image like this on her web site:

Sigh…

A hundred years on

Or thereabouts. More Downton domination; my series of increasingly unimaginative captions set mainly during the inter-war period (although they did not call it that at the time, for some reason, just as few describe our years as the pre-matriarchal era).

Approval required

But rarely granted.

Yeah, everything’s fine. All under control.

You might think this is even worse than that couple caught on the audience cam but don’t worry: it’s all consensual. The three ladies were asked and they said they didn’t mind at all their subs being exposed and humiliated in a clip gathering hundreds of millions of views.

She has quite a lot of interaction with her readership (as do I when the sodding spam filter permits it). She encourages readers to send in their dick pics, for example, often with the dicks in question artfully arranged in vases, or hung as Christmas decorations. She prefers not to receive any of the actual dicks, of course, as the postal service gets funny about that sort of thing, but a few over-enthusiastic readers do like to send her their best cuttings.

Mistress Iris, of course. But you knew that. Pervert.

They also serve, who only scurry and cringe.

In today’s cut-throat business world, any opportunity for effective networking should be taken up. The other businessman featured here was due to go to Davos but his PA messed up and booked him in OWK instead. Poor thing, she must have felt awful about her mistake.

Beautifully devastating

Then he can stop being brave and, indeed, stop being a boy, at least on some definitions.

He might have added a gentle little pat, at times, and they’ll be giving him their own version of that too.

He’s got another uniform just as smart as the one you can see in the picture, but with more lace trimming.

Although if you’ve got an existing organ donor card, apparently that already covers it – you’re considered to have donated any organs that seem unlikely to be put to productive use, so they’re free for the taking. Some men have been a bit surprised to discover that, on waking up from a minor unrelated operation, but it’s right there in the small print.

Oh well, I suppose you can be grateful she’s not getting one of those cow milking devices with four tubes, for doing Robert, you and a couple of others all at the same time. For now.

…and some of them lived happily ever after

More fairy tales.

Latest upate in the ‘spam filter unduly limiting genuine (if perverted and despicable) commenters’ saga. The spammers seem to have penetrated the updated widget thingy and I’m getting a lot of spammy comments – worst of both worlds, as I know real commenters are still sometimes blocked but now the bad guys (as opposed to the very naughty boys) are getting through. I’m just deleting manually for now but I might have to tighten the settings again. As ever, if you get blocked just request access and check back in a day or so. In case I do have to tighten the settings, I’d suggest avoiding mentioning the names of any cryptocurrencies, casinos or phrases such as ‘make money fast’ in comments*. Keep discussion on more wholesome topics like slavery, castration, piss-drinking and torture, OK?

Right… on with the fairy tales.

* Yeah, I delete all the crypto spam. It occurs to me that, since the majority of my readership is male, some of you might be very stupid indeed and feel aggrieved that in doing so, I am depriving you of the opportunity to see potentially valuable financial advice. After all, there can be few more dependable tips than those posted by a random stranger based in Russia, in the comments on a fetish porn blog. I can only suggest (and I should warn you that this does not constitute professional financial advice) that you’d do better handing over all your money to almost any random findomme. If you’re more of a long-term investor, consider signing up to a blackmail contract and suppplying her with the photos to enforce it, too. Investing in Princess Perfect’s shoe and handbag collection, or her holidays with Ibiza with her boyfriend and bf, will at least produce a certain and known return, unlike crypto, and probably one of the same expected value.