castration – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Derogatory remarks

Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas? I hope so. I didn’t, not really. But apparently I got what I needed and what I deserved, which I’m given to understand is actually better for me. So that’s nice.

I wonder what she’s talking about. The usual explanatory notes didn’t come with this one, I’m afraid.

I remember – very soon after I started seeing the lady who became my SO – very nervously broaching the subject of whether she might be prepared to try incorporating a little light spanking play into our bedroom routines. But she wasn’t really up for it. She said she preferred to stick with the bullwhip, shock baton and testicle clamps so I just pretended I’d been joking and I dropped the whole subject. I’ve often wondered how my life might have been different, had she said she’d try it… but it’s no use wishing for what might have been, is it?

Well… sex is important in her work, just as crime is important in a policewoman’s.

It’s going better than she’d dared to hope and she hasn’t even reached the gravel yet.

Oh dear… she’s not exactly trying to make you feel special, is she? But then, you’re not.

A quick succession of busy nothings

More captioned images of ladies occasionally displaying daring glimpses of ankle, or elegantly-shaped necks. Yes, it’s more hot chicks in empire-line dresses. Just the sort of porn you come to the Internet looking for, right? Right?

It’s what you’re getting today, anyway. Lovelies in lingerie, leather and latex will reappear in future posts, don’t worry. Well… these ladies are presumably wearing lingerie too. Some kind of unmentionables, anyway. You just don’t get to see them.

Blonde ambition

In trying to come up with that title, I was thinking of ‘Blonde justice’ and had a sneaking suspicion I’d used it before, so I searched and found… oh dear, four posts all called ‘Blonde justice’. Is the blog really so forgettable, even for me? Maybe been going too long… but I’ve still got another 2772 captioned images unposted and I write more all the time, so I’m afraid we’re just going to have to carry on.

Anyway, blonde post. Yes, of course Mistress Eleise is in it. Did you really need to ask?

Obviously, it’s going to be very painful – it often is when a relationship ends – but don’t worry: one day she’ll look back on it and laugh. Possibly even next Thursday, when you come home with that funny bruised face.

Why should he mind? Why should she care if he does?

She’ll freely admit she’s a trophy wife. First prize in the ‘deluded and regretful old fool’ category.

I hate hypothetical questions. Strap me to the gurney and let me see the scalpels, then it will feel more like a real choice, that’s what I say. Assuming I’m still allowed to choose.

If you keep it up long enough, even an obese 220-pound man can easily lose as much as…well, 220 pounds, eventually. By weight, I mean. A lot more pounds sterling, obviously but who’s counting?

Told you. S he’s magnificent. What an extraordinary honour and pleasure (and pain) it was for me to session with her a few times, in Paris some years ago.

In fact… shall we have another Mistress Eleise image? I say we should and it is my blog, after all.

She’s laughing inside.

United and flexible resolve

The ladies of my ever-unpopular Downton Domination series may appear to live lives of idle luxury. But it would be a grave error to mistake requiescence for acquiescence, as I’m sure you’ll agree as soon as you’ve looked up what it means. When Hitler and his gang of thugs made that mistake in 1939, these lionesses answered their country’s call. Spunk, not funk, was the order of the day. They did their bit and this blog is proud to remember Downton Domination’s finest hours.

Not forgetting our gallant and indefatigable allies, of course. What? No, not the bloody yanks you damn fool!

Warning: immature content

Don’t proceed past this point if you’re offended by implicit sexual imagery.

Some women won’t even let men know they’re upset. I’m glad she’s being so forthright.

I think she’d be good at humiliation play, don’t you? She could build on her knowledge of real clients who want real sex – and draw a few sharp comparisons.

It’s a natural gift. That and practice. And a lot of Gaviscon, if I’m honest with myself.

Actually, this reminds me of yet another depressing contrast between fantasy and reality I encountered in one of the very first times I sessioned with a domme, having been too nervous to do so, for many years. (NB: don’t be like this guy! Contact a domme! It’ll be lovely; she’ll be lovely!). With the wonderful lady, now retired, who stars as ‘Mistress Valerie’ in my early stories. ANY-way, so back then she smoked (then she gave up – clever, strong Mistress). So I did the human ashtray thing – wow, yeah, ash flicked into my mouth! Oh the humiliation! And then she gave me a near-finished cigarette butt to eat, and eager Servitor chewed and swallowed and… and… spent the remaining hour of that two hour session, with stomach churning, heart racing from the nicotine and generally feeling like he would soooo rather be somewhere else. Oh well. Did it once. Thank you, Mistress.

Rather like other much-maligned minorities, lesbians who happen to have jobs that involve castrating men often lean into the stereotype by embracing the otherwise offensive phrase. One of Jennifer’s co-workers likes to wear a badge saying “Warning: castrating lesbian”. It breaks the ice at parties and she does get served very quickly in bars. But she also has to explain to women who are annoyed with their husbands or boyfriends that she can only do it within the legal framework… unless they’re really cute wives and and girlfriends, in which case she’s been known to make an exception.

No, I just wanted to spend a few more seconds staring into those eyes…

Rigorously unfair

Yes, just imagine. Still, no harm done to anyone who matters on this occasion, thank goodness.

Maybe if you wipe around the rim it won’t look so bad and Cathie won’t be cross… oh, who am I kidding?

You already ‘dared’ when you turned up for the session. Now for a few truths.

I’m afraid she’s just willfully denying reality, there. Phish Food is much better.

Or spoken, known about or even defined. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get the hang of it.

All authority in Heaven and Earth has been given to her

Extra Easter post! Yay…. Only one actually Easter-themed, but that’s probably just as well, really.

Could maybe try a bit
of both? Make him eat a chocolate egg or two, while he’s suspended by
his aching wrists? Meet halfway, in a spirit of compromise inspired by the season.
All that chocolate might help him work up even more of a thirst for the
sponge of vinegar she’ll be raising to his parched lips after he’s been hanging there for a few hours.

Yeah, don’t dwell on how things might have gone differently in the past. Much better to think about the future and… mmm, OK, maybe better not to think too hard about the future, actually.

Naughty nursie’s getting a pay rise. Several pay rises.

Just a normal day, like any other – normal from now on, anyway.

I suppose so. Maybe. It depends on the context, you know? I don’t think there are any absolute ethical boundaries here.

Severe sentences

Oh well. No harm done, I expect. Anyway, everyone makes an occasional mistake.

My SO has always been faithful. Oh, she may have oral, vaginal and anal sex – sometimes even at the same time – with a great many men and women, but she locked my cock into my little tube on our wedding day and that’s still the only cock she’s ever locked up. It’s special to her, she says, like my virginity.

Sure, she’d love to hear about that. Maybe even roleplay it, hmm? She can be the client and he the server. He should try to make an effort, though: there’s a lot of boys interested in this job and to make it as fair as possible, she’s interviewing all of those who passed the photo test. He needs to show her he’s willing to go that extra mile, giving it 110%.

And anyway, she’s quite sexually adventurous: she won’t just be using the cattle prod on your penis; there are so many other parts of the body that deserve some attention too.

Looks like you’re going to be feeling her pain. And a great deal more that’s all your own.

Firmly-held opinions

Tsk. And he’s hardly even made an effort to look smart, either. Men!

A Rose by any other name…

If the weights do tear the ring out and make a nasty mess, I think we all know whose fault that will be, don’t we subbie? Yes, yes we do.

If you don’t want to know, don’t ask.

One advantage is that only the very best nurses work in the RPU. It’s very competitive – you’ll be in the hands of the elite; a much more professional standard of care than you could normally expect with a silly old ingrowing toenail.