castration – Page 27 – Contemplating the divine

Unconditionally surrendered

The human furniture was easier to dispose of.

She did promise you a night to remember.

You’ll earn those extra dollars.

How disgraceful another catratrix caption

I went out once a girl once who had a castration fetish. We haven’t seen each other for years, but there’s a part of me that will always be hers.

(Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all week. Hey – how many castratrices does it take to change a lightbulb…)

Good thing you’re not going anywhere today. Plenty of time to talk about it.

Incidentally, if you like this blog (and I have to tell you: you’re really wasting your time here if you don’t), you’ll almost certainly like this one as well. He doesn’t put the captions in the pictures, but the basic idea of encapsulating a scene in a few pithy (?) sentences is much the same, and he has some really lovely, sexy, funny ones: Improbable fun

When sorry is the easiest word to say

She can be quite merciful, actually. Just never when you really need her to be.

That’s a bit unfair. I mean, it’s already quite a dainty one to begin with, isn’t it? Not many excess ‘unsightly inches’ down there, even now.

And then tomorrow you can move on to Riemann manifolds, because it’s Saturday.

True friendship. That’s got to be more important than some shallow, meaningless relationship based on nothing but sex, right?

Yes.

Abuseful

It’s what I aspire to be. But I expect I’ll always remain completely abuseless. So it goes.

Actually, it’s quite common for female orgasms to be accompanied by loud screams. That’s what I always find when She leaves my gag off, anyway.

Ah…Madame Sarka. Bestrides the world of femdom like…herself. Doubles the traffic to my site when she’s featured here. Welcome, welcome.

It’s what electricity was invented for.

Schoolgirl sadism - there's a lot of it about

After all, it’s nearly time for end of term reports. The maths teacher got a particularly poor grade last time, so he’ll certainly be keen to have improved.

You won’t forget her, either.

Tout abus sera puni

…it says, in posters all over the Paris metro. And quite right too.

Oh…I love this photoshoot.

Just to make absolutely sure, though, she’d like you to watch her fucking your wife, if that’s OK? Lovely.

It’s her preferred management technique, so please don’t make a fuss.

Loving female authority…with a cattle prod just in case the love doesn’t do it.

Dream session. Heels clicking on floorboards…yum.

May I take your orders, Ma’am?

More femdom captions. Oh yes. The phrase that seems to fascinate Mr Google, because most of my page views go there. So I’ll say it again. More femdom captions.

Oh yes please, Madame Sarka…

Of course he knows she loves him really. But then she also loves her cat.

Arrgghhooo anglappphy snnnghhh.

Actually, my first girlfriend was kind enough to tell me that the size of my penis was a matter of complete indifference to her. Wasn’t that nice?

Good luck.

Turning the other cheek

Oo-er sounds a bit rude, don’t you think? It has often struck me (oo-ERR!) how often random Google searches for words and phrases about punishment and humiliation lead to religious sites, as well as to bdsm ones. I wonder why? Anyway, penance is due so on with the divine scourging:

Words fail me. Probably just as well.

I love it when you start up a fight…and I love it when the fight ends your way.

Always carry the card. You never know when you’ll meet a knife-wielding man-hating psychopath in a rubber dress.

The impossibly divine Ms Darla. She doesn’t have to actually do or say anything. The look is enough.

She’s amazingly good at orgasm denial, actually. She can keep it up for months. Maybe longer!

The act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man…

… the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.

Hosea Ballou 1771 – 1852

Crazy name, sensible guy!

On with the pictures of not-nekkid leddies:

Don’t forget to say ang ooo.

On reflection, you were just going to ask if she wanted a nice cup of tea, weren’t you?

Ah the smell of burning rubber, the screams, the sounds of sirens… What’s that? Bad taste? Hey – YKINHK, right?

Hey – don’t knock it. Imagine having a girlfriend who handles mens’ genitals all day for a living. Hmmm?

But later she overdid it and found that his attention disappeared completely. Never mind. Plenty more fish in the sea.

Gently brutal

Consent: it’s the most important word in BDSM. Of course Jane will usually say it’s OK – but you should always, always ask.

And yet they’re too small for her boyfriend. What a waste.

I quite enjoy the occasional onesome. It’s just the beating afterwards that bothers me. In fact, I’m reporting tomorrow, so maybe I should watch what I say.

It’s sad that there are still so many people in the economy who have to do such disgusting things for a living. Still, quite a lot of investment bankers have now moved on to other careers, like our friend in this picture.

Men understand men, you see. She’d never have thought of that.

Unworthy thoughts

To those who might argue that ‘HMS Cindy’ doesn’t sound scary enough, I can only say that you haven’t met Cindy when she’s cross…

Speak softly and carry a rattan cane.

Actually, the way the caption starts off is a bit misleading. Mark doesn’t actually have any good days.

So, David’s being done too. That’s David, Michael…and didn’t Anishta have Rajiv done last year? Goodness, you’re almost the only one in the circle of friends still fully intact. There’s a thought to ponder.

Real dominant women love nothing more than to sit around in uncomfortable clothing having their boots made all slimey by being licked. They all like to dress their slaves up as little girls, too. It must be true, I’ve seen it on the Internet.