castration – Page 21 – Contemplating the divine

It’s uncanny

I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:

Impotent:

helpless
inadequate
incapable
incompetent
ineffective
ineffectual
inept
paralyzed
powerless
sterile
unproductive

It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me. The power of words, eh? But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?

Everyone should have a hobby. I have several.

I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either.

Oh dear. I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you? Maybe you should have a word.

It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm. I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right?

It’s good to do things together, as a family.

Secret admirer

Oh darling, before we start playing – here’s something you’ll
like.

You have a secret admirer!
No, really. You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago? Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff. And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.

It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff. Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing. She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories. There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice. And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.

Yeah, I know. Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I? I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example. It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them. The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you. It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs. She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake. But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.

I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself. It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.

How did I find it? Oh, I don’t know. Just playing around on the Internet. There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?

Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy! Pretty exciting, huh? Maybe I should be jealous of her!

If it really is a her.

You ready now? I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.

Resistance is futile

Utterly futile.

I love the way a recent article in the Guardian about science fiction on British TV just *happened* to use an image from this episode featuring whip-wielding dominatrices to exemplify the series Space 1999.

That’s only fair, because you’re not in fact safe.

The awesome Jean Bardot.

Aww… look at that little pout. Isn’t she sweet when she’s cross? Better do what the little woman says, hmmm? Just to humour her, you know. You can assert yourself later, I expect.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a sweaty trainer stamping on a human face — forever*.

I do.

Mistress Francesca Harding, prepared it would seem to help with life-long learning experiences.

*Test time! What is the slightly garbled literary reference? Hmm? Anyone? You! You at the back – hands out of your pockets, boy! – what’s the answer?

No means no

There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.

Finally found something you’re good at! Well done.

The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem.

Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will!

They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes!

Awww… sweet.

Helplessly devoted

Oh relax! Look if George is hetero too, then it’s not like you’re going to be having gay sex anyway, is it? I mean, who’s going to make you do it?

The offence? Oh – unauthorised erection, I think. Now just watch the caning very carefully and try not to let it happen again, OK?

Could get expensive.

Well I think it’s rather sweet.

Men can be so obsessive about these little things.

Unreasonable force

He’s a lucky guy.

Planet Femdom, of course. If you like statuesque ladies brutally dominating… well, that bloke mostly. I do, actually. Rather a lot.

Cruelty-free farming has its downsides. Still, I’m glad she found a solution.

Oh dear. Another of those painful conversations.

Actually, the story is rather simple. The post of office tampon boy was advertised, so he studied, and prepared and pulled every string he knew of to get it. But wouldn’t you?

Try not to take it too badly. Just because you’ll be spending the rest of your life alone, in poverty, with your empty days filled only with the longing for her doesn’t mean you have to be miserable. It just makes it very, very likely.

Arbitrary power

It’s the best sort.

It’s the personal touch that counts.

The awesome Hunteress, also known as Mistress Cassie. But you knew that!

Summer on the roof, winter in the cellar…and you get to see how she lives in the rest of the house twice a year, when you go up or down.

It’s worth taking the time to get these things right.

Don’t worry – you won’t have the apartment to yourself for long. It’s not like you’re her only slave.

One form of castration is much the same as another, I reckon. Just get on with it – that’s what I say.

Entrées

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of the dildo, her
moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the black
rubber.

And then she took it into her mouth, kneading with her lips and nibbling gently at the
glans. With little nibbles she inched
her way down to the base, the black rubber gradually disappearing into her
accommodating mouth, before his astonished eyes. Meeting his gaze, she giggled, fastened
her lips firmly around the base and slowly drew back along the length of the
dildo, which emerged glistening with her spittle.

Then, after a pause for breath, she opened her mouth wide
and bit hard just behind the head. Her
teeth sank deep into the reluctantly yielding rubber, and when they could go no
further, she shook her head gently to work them loose and, once again, bit deep
and hard. This time the bite went clean
through and the head came free in her mouth, to be spat out onto the floor.

Her mouth opened wide for a third time, and took in another
inch of what remained of the black rubber – and she bit down again, this time
chewing her way slowly until another ragged chunk came away. And so on down to the base, biting more and
more off as she went until her amused eyes were level with his horrified gaze,
and nothing but a rough stump remained.
He fainted clean away in shock.

… to wake up with wrists and ankles firmly bound, the
remains of the dildo gag still in his mouth.
He tried to lift his head, to look down to where he could feel her
presence between his legs and hear her breathing, but he could see nothing but
the top of her head, lowering down towards his groin.

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of his cock, her moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the skin.

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Giving until it hurts

… and indeed beyond.

Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they?

I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them.

Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed.

Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening.

Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous?

Despised and rejected by women

…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.

I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack.

I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures. But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already? I mean, really? Come on guys – do try to pay attention.

Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead.

Good luck, George.

I’ll bet she does.

This lady – Lady Annabelle – doesn’t feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey. But she’s very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.

Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk.