chastity – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

Due deference

Don’t worry: as an experienced keyholder, she’s very well aware of men’s sexual needs and makes sure they’re satisfied – unless there’s an urgent deadline, she’s teleworking or you receive a ‘needs improvement’ on your performance review, or something. Not their sexual wants, you understand, but definitely their needs.

There’s really no need for males to learn mathematical techniques beyond basic counting and thanking. I often even get that wrong, to be honest.

If its something you’re already good at, then maybe you should try that 10,000 hours technique, you know? That’s all you need to become really expert.

It’ll be good practice for when he’s released to forage for himself.

Aitor might make a bit of a mess later too, so thank goodness you’re around.

Dressed to suppress

You should stop asking… makes you come across as kind-of obsessive, and needy, you know? Just play it cool, say nothing and I expect she’ll make sure it happens when you really need it – and maybe even when you least expect it.

Looks good on her, but then she’s not attached to the wall by a chain clipped to her genitals, desperately gasping for short breaths.

Hah – actually the investment bank of which he is finance director has investments in several app developer start-ups. So I expect he knows all about it. And if not, there’s nothing like a sequence of electric shocks to to the cock to help you learn something quickly, believe me.

They’re just redistributing the wealth. From each according to how much she wants from him, to each according to whatever the little fucker deserves.

Good thing she had a humiliation session booked later the day she discovered the putrefying remains.

Perilous prose

You have to slap pretty hard to get the ketchup sachet to burst open. But then you have to slap pretty hard anyway – she insists on it – so don’t worry about that. Worry about other things.

And she’ll make sure you’re penciled in for one of the first slots available in her schedule after her holiday, OK?

I once told a domme I couldn’t really cope with public humiliation and she just looked at me strangely and asked how I managed in day to day life, never leaving the house. I think she must have misunderstood me.

Don’t worry, her travel insurance will make sure she gets all the money she needs after your tragic and unexplained disappearance.

My SO once had an affair with a lesbian sub and I was over the moon, because I thought finally there’d be another submissive to share the chores. But apparently lesbian D/S “doesn’t work like that”. And the attitude to chastity play was a bit different too… a lot different, if I’m honest.

When her pet-name for you is ‘maggot’

… then you know you’re onto a good thing.

Make sure you get the right one, this time.

She’ll have plenty of sex and plenty of money – she prefers to get them from different people, that’s all. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?

Sexual pleasure is over-rated anyway, so I have been led to understand.

Princess Neive and Miss Analisa, there, and also here. But neither working in person any more, I believe, alas.

Oh well. You can enjoy watching her eat too, I suppose, just like you watch her do the other thing.

I asked a sex worker for a nurse roleplay session and when I got there she threatened to go on strike, harangued me about the state of NHS funding and then fell asleep, exhausted after a 14-hour shift. Exactly as I’d asked for in my pre-session email… what a pro.

True love’s first slap

Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, a day when humiliation freaks worldwide will rush down to the letterbox in the morning, to revel deliciously in the proof that once again, not a single one of the three billion females in the world has the slightest romantic interest in any of us.

Actually, I did once receive a Valentine card, from this girl I really fancied at school and didn’t have the courage to tell of my feelings for her, but it turned out it she had sent it to the wrong address and it was intended for someone else. Goodness, how everyone laughed and laughed when that little mix-up was revealed in class, after I got down on my knees to confess my long-standing love for her. I hope she wasn’t too humiliated by her error being exposed so publicly, poor thing.

I do have a couple of Valentine-themed captions, as it happens, but not a
full set of five, so I thought I’d… what’s that, readers? You say you don’t
give a flying fuck whether I creatively theme the blog or not? That you
just want to masturbate to images of pretty ladies saying humiliating
or vaguely menacing things, so why don’t I shut the fuck up and get on
with it?

Oh. OK then.

You could cavil at the poor quality of the photo, but this is Mistress Ardenne so even a blurry photo is more beautiful than 99.999999999999% of things on the planet. Long retired, I’m sure, so don’t even ask, OK?

Wow. No time for second thoughts – let’s tie the knot!

My SO says the same: apparently it’s ‘easier’ to leave me locked up. Personally, I’ve never had any real difficulties masturbating (except when my penis is locked in a tube, or I’m in tight bondage or agonising pain, that is) so I don’t really see why that should be but I don’t doubt she’s right. For one thing ‘doubting she’s right’ is #255 on the list of forbidden activities, just 243 places below masturbation itself.

Selecting honesty level two would have got you “Oh… it’s all right, I suppose. A bit below average but I’ve seen worse.”

Funny how it still feels just like that very first date you went on together. Some relationships are like that, but it’s very rare.

Delightfully despotic

Better do as she says. But with dignity, right? Always with dignity.

For those of you objecting that getting an erection is a natural reaction to the situation, merely an expression of sexual desire, should realise that exactly the same argument applies to her giving you powerful electric shocks.

She needn’t hurry. This isn’t going to be over any time soon. Not ever, actually.

She’s not saying it’s a hard limit, mind.

Maybe since she broke her side of the bargain, you should ask for all the presents back? It’s only fair. Admittedly, fairness has never really been big in this relationship.

Compulsive behaviour

She has a different – but very effective – approach to ensuring that the tasks you undertake are carried out properly.

This is of course Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress or (for simplicity): ‘Ma’am’.

I think she shouldn’t be so diplomatic – sometimes it’s best to get honest, direct feedback.

She doesn’t usually accept ‘submissive little weirdo’ clients, but sometimes it’s a pleasant change not to have to pretend to like them.

Of course, even with a genetic explanation it’s still your fault.

Percy looks like he might need to soak for ten minutes or so in the icy water of the pond in the garden, before he’ll be small enough to fit into his winter quarters.

And this is Lady Annabelle whom I suspect is retired, but if not, she is certainly one of the smiliest dommes around, with a very fine line in teasing and mocking. If anyone can find a link to a site that’s her own, please feel free to share it.

Work harder, not smarter

That was my SO’s advice to me, soon after we married. As with all her advice, following it has made my life a lot easier.

And if at first she doesn’t succeed, no harm in trying again.

Make sure you empty the bath with buckets and carry the soapy water back down to a proper drain when you’re done, OK? It’s more environmentally friendly. Or just remind her to make sure you do it – that’s probably going to be more effective, actually.

Awkward.

Thank goodness someone’s there to keep up standards.

Don’t worry – she’ll be keeping an eye on the situation, via the livestream. She’ll step in if she decides it’s all too much.

Nonjudgemental cruelty

Hmmm… nothing springs to mind. Still, as long as the two of you are talking about it, that’s a good start.

There’s also a scheme now to get paid to feed power back into the grid, which might explain why so many dommes these days have started offering treadmill sessions.

All kinds of feelings can be communicated through dance: humiliation, shame, timidity… it’s a very expressive medium.

He won’t be able to afford to pay for any more domination sessions, poor chap, but maybe he’ll have had his fill of that sort of thing by then.

Fortunately it is a mistake that is easy to rectify. Easy for the person doing the actual rectifying, anyway.

″‘You are fettered,’ said Scrooge, trembling. ‘Tell me why?’

Bah humbug. Have some Christmas-themed captions and then that’s done for another year, thank goodness.

Oh well. Time to pretend socks were the thing you wanted most of all in the world. Don’t you hate it when that happens? All those little hints. Still, Angie’s right: you always need socks.

Oh dear: looks like the start of one of those Christmas rows. One advantage of the sort of relationship this blog celebrates, though, is that such unpleasantness is usually quickly and painfully resolved without upsetting anyone who matters.

Just give it a try. She’s got this magnetic clicker thing to unlock it, somewhere. I tried one a few years back and I can honestly say it’s changed my life.

They try to get into the Christmas spirit at the Male Re-education Centres. The joke they like to play on recently-castrated sex offenders with the ‘pass the parcel’ game is getting a little stale, these days, but at least they’re trying to keep things cheerful and festive, in otherwise grim surroundings.

Mistress Eleise with a cane. And they say there’s no wonder or magic in the world any more.

Actually, Ian has got a present for you, of a sort. He hasn’t told her because she might try to stop him. But that’ll just have to be a surprise.

…and an extra one. Hey, why not – it’s Christmas!

Maybe time to try that 2000 piece jigsaw your aunt gave you – you know, to take your mind off things.