Category: chastity

Describable agonies

Finally treated as a grown-up!  Looks like all that pleading and whining paid off.


So do I.  That’s why I run this blog.




See, the thing about chastity routines is all those little ‘fines’ and ‘extras’ can really add up.  I’m supposed to be on monthly release but sometimes I can go six months without, what with one thing or another.  And apparently asking what I am being fined for is ‘impertinence’ for which I get an additional three months !  Sometimes it just doesn’t seem fair, although I’m sure she intends it to be.




No, not that kind of cage.  The sort you live in.  Permanently, it would seem.  Interesting philosophical question: if a door is welded shut, is it still a ‘door’?  Something to think about, eh?  You’ll have plenty of time…



I was once told ‘be careful what you wish for’ in femdom but I’ve never really understood why.  I mean I fervently, desperately wish she’d stop whipping me, most days, or I wish in increasing frustration for sexual release.  Neither wish has the slightest effect, so I really don’t see the harm in it.

Textual humiliation

Scamper scamper… wag wag wag.

 

 

She’s not, like, a pervert or anything.

 

 

 

Mistress’s boyfriend actually, so a bit of both you might say.


 

 

Personally, I just feel more comfortable wearing stereotypically female clothing, because when I try to sneak any male clothing on I invariably get found out and beaten.

 

 

One fewer thing to worry about, then.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Malicious minds

 Don’t you know I’m caught in a trap?

 

Any specific plans?  Or just an early night… that would probably be best, actually, so you’re all ready in the morning.


But the diet doesn’t have to be healthy all the time, either.  She likes to mix and match, so to speak.  Femdom’s all about choices: having them, denying them, whatever.

 The lovely, wise and occasionally delightfully cross Ella Kross.

 

Or even a bit longer if she needs it… it’s traditional for a bride to arrive a little late, keeping her anxious groom waiting at the altar.

 

 


Wherever she goes, but on all fours and two paces behind, I hope.

 

It makes my blood boil, seeing the divine Anne being disrespected.  To be honest, it makes my blood boil just seeing the divine Anne, so we’re actually all the way into pulmonary embolism territory here.

 


She’s also beautiful when she’s not angry

 … but it’s not quite as much fun.


You might find you get to like it.  Or you might not.  She doesn’t really care, so why should you?

Divine Mistress Heather and her divine feet and divine attitude.



When she says ‘using it’ she doesn’t mean… you know.  Not in public, that would be disgusting.  Anyway, it hasn’t been three months yet, has it?




She gets bored and loses track of time, poor thing.  I expect she’ll get better at it, eventually.




Sounds like she’s got a tough decision to take.  I hope it doesn’t keep her from having a good night’s sleep.



I expect you’ve been wondering how some glammed-up domme could simply walk into a police station, with a client in a pink latex dress, march straight past the officers on duty, put the client in a cell and walk out without anyone challenging her, right?  I certainly have been.  I guess we’ll never know.


Humbling experiences

‘PIV’ (Penis in Vagina) is not the only sort of sex a married couple can try, after all.  There’s ‘SIA’ (strap-on in anus), for instance, or ‘PIALTTUIBEIADREFWTSITP’ (penis in a little tube tucked up in bed early, in a different room entirely from where the sex is taking place) too.

 


 

 

Thank goodness for that.

 

 

My SO and I take all the financial decisions together.  I don’t actually take part in the decision, obviously, but I’m usually there when it’s made and that’s what matters.


 

 

 

Findom clients are born not made, they say.  One every minute, I’ve heard.

 

 

Actually, she decided in the end that most of the guys she’s fucked probably wouldn’t get the reference (they tend not to be bookish types), so she went with something a bit less subtle on the same theme.


 

Misfortunate males

Oh dear, not again.  You’d think she’d have learnt to be more careful by now.

 

 

 

My SO promised me, when she brought out my first little maid’s dress that if it ever became too humiliating, I could take it off.  So far, apparently it never has – in fact, she generally thinks it’s not humiliating enough – so we’ve not really tested that, but it’s good to know.  Safeguards are important.

 

 


Respect is very important in a marriage.


Young people in love can be so romantic… let’s hope he gets out of their way quickly.




This humble slave once assumed ‘supplication position #3’ to ask its revered and powerful Mistress whether She would gracefully consent to granting Her humble slave the precious gift of a high-protocol BDSM relationship, but she just told it to fuck off and stop being so irritating.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lashing out

In case you’re wondering, I’m not doing April Fool’s Day stuff.  I have before.  

One year I warned people in advance that the blog was going to feature occasional fem-sub content, then came up with this.  And then a year later, ran a feature on those mis-understood (and modest and humble) members of our BDSM community: male doms.  Believe me, Contemplating the Divine going M/f is about as likely as the Catholic Church embracing Wicca or a video found on Pornhub being, y’know, any good.

Then another year I did this, which was a bit rubbish but had lots of lovely pictures.

But not this year.  No, really.  This isn’t some kind of self-referential ‘tell them there’s no April Fool joke but then there is’ thing.  Sorry.  Just the usual crap.


 

So much hell to dish out, so little time.  People think the life of an OWK Lady is all lazing around eating peeled grapes, but really it’s all go, all the time.

 

 

 

You want know what I think? I think these are very good ideas and she’s right about this, as she is about everything.  That’s what I think and I’m determined not to think anything else.

 

 

 

The food’s not as good as at a traditional British boarding school, but other than that the lifestyle’s pretty similar, I understand.

 

 

That’s her sweet ‘girl next door’ look.  She has some very scared (and lucky) neighbours.

 

This is the sweet and vanilla Melisande Sin, to be found in a few places in Poland (which Russia would be well advised not to invade because (a) NATO and (b) her).

Still, at least she remembered your anniversary this time.


 

 

 

 

 

Punishing workloads

…but these ladies always manage to deliver.


It’s a win-win for her, which is just as well because she really hates losing.



Don’t worry about whether you’ll be able to satisfy her. That’s one of the nice things about being a pain toy: she does all the work and you just have to go with the flow.  Let Joy be unconfined.



Necessary suffering, obviously, is something she can fully support.


This is, of course, Miss Chambers, possessor of the finest, most elegant nose in femdom, and to be found (nostalgically) on the Cruella web site.

My own SO, I am glad to say, does not approve of whipping for minor, trivial faults.  I have yet to discover a fault she considers to be minor and trivial, but when I do I am sure that will come as a great relief.




Hmm…  Think think think.  I expect she’ll remember eventually, as long as she’s not distracted by something more important.




Adding insults to injuries

Costs extra but it’s worth it, believe me.

 

Try making a list of all the things you know annoy her and run through them all.  It might take a while, but you’ve got all day.

 

 

 

 

I’m good at being annoying.  Less so at having orgasms, because I don’t have as many opportunities.

 

 

 

Many visitors to OWK think Czech classes are pointless because the ladies just scream at you and beat you up anyway.  Which they do, obviously, but occasionally being able to plead piteously for mercy in Czech can result in slightly less pain.  Very slightly.  Sometimes.  And if the Lady in question is not actually Slovak, obviously.  But still…


 

 

You might find you get a bit irritable without coffee.  Interestingly, that can turn out to be a learning experience too.


 

Maybe she’ll show you what she’s put down on Governess Hardcastle’s booking form.  Or maybe she won’t and it’ll all be a surprise!  Still, at least you can be confident there won’t be any little blonde findomme princesses or tarts in latex with big tits.  Thank goodness.