castration – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Romantically hers

What a nightmare. That happened to me once, but fortunately the lady I’d been following was very kind and really nice about it. I can’t say the same about my SO when I was finally handed back, but being kind and nice just isn’t her thing.

If it’s important, it’s worth discussing properly, right?

Here we go again.

The weird thing is, he had his tonsils out when he was a kid. Must have grown back, I suppose. Things sometimes do, you know.

Probably she’ll just be lying in bed later, trying to get to sleep, and it’ll just pop into her head, just like that. Or in the morning. Whatever.

Speaking of subjective opinions, I’d be interested in any thoughts on Blogger/Blogspot’s new policy of requiring sign-in for adult-themed blogs like this (I’ve personally always thought that it’s best described as childish and immature rather than adult, but there you go…). I hadn’t even noticed, as I’m permanently logged in, but a commenter on my mirror Tumblr site let me know.

You’re the wrong people to ask, really, because by definition you’re here so it hasn’t stopped you. But it seems from Internet chatter to have happened around the start of February and my traffic stats do seem to have dropped in half, overnight.

Hmm. It’s not too bad. Many people have Google IDs and some won’t even notice, like me. But it’s a shame if new people cannot get here from search engines and suchlike. I looked into alternative places to blog a few years back, when there was a threat to block adult blogs entirely, and I set up my Tumblr site but I cannot move fully there because (a) it doesn’t allow nakedness and although unlike many adult blogs, I rarely feature fully undressed ladies, this blog has never had a problem with images of males in the natural animal state in which the Goddess created them, their vulnerable flesh reddening under a whip or goose-pimpling as they engage in vigorous productive outdoor activity on a crisp winter morning in the snow. Sorry, where was I? Oh yes: (b) Tumblr is basically a clip or photo-sharing site. I need a blank sheet of paper to write stuff; I still occasionally write stories and so on. Tumblr is more like a social media ‘feed’ but this blog – like its author – is hopelessly stuck in the past and I want a web page people come to and ‘read’.

Any thoughts?

Persuasive speech

Ooh! A potential ally. That’s rare: so few women take men’s lib seriously.

You can’t put a price on job satisfaction.

Don’t worry, I’m sure she can’t trace your IP address. Just keep reading Contemplating the Divine… everything’ll be fine.

He doesn’t need to renew his vows to her, of course. I mean, she’s not going to release him from them, or anything.

Oh well. No real harm done. You do look a bit like No. 23, actually – I don’t know whether anyone else has ever mentioned that? But then we all look near-identical… hence the numbers, I suppose.

War is cruelty

… there is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over. General Sherman said that. Smart boy.

Yes… it’s another World War M post. It’s been a while. But war is eternal.

These girls know all about that. They’ve stared war in the face and slapped it more times than they like to remember. Was it worth it? That’s one for the history girls to decide. But each of these soldiers has made her own peace with the goddesses of war.

De-toxifying masculinity

I suspect she’s already got the job on the basis of her proven leadership potential.

At least twelve years… and that’s subject to good behaviour. Admittedly, almost every single inmate is on his very best behaviour every second of every day, from about day two or three onward…. but nonetheless, somehow very few of them manage to qualify for early release. I suppose the wardens are just being careful, bless them… protecting the public.

Not sure permission to kneel was actually formally given, there, was it? Hmmm.

It must be a lot of fun having an underground swimming pool – this rich couple I know had one constructed, and I’m not sure I’ve seen the husband since it was completed. Apparently he spends all his time down there.

Oh, right. Well, if Raoul has needs, obviously that’s different. Sigh.

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.