chastity – Page 16 – Contemplating the divine

Tearful conversations

It’s recreational for her, anyway – although there’s a serious element to it too.

I wonder what the OWK Ladies would have done, had the wall not come down in 1989 and no Velvet Revolution occurred? Oh, they’re so talented I am sure they have found some kind of niche within the totalitarian system where their skills could be useful, but it would have been very different.

Just try to think unsexy thoughts while they do it. Reading this blog should give you some ideas.

Once again, I do have a bit of a gripe here. I mean, sometimes it’s “I want the truth and I’m going to keep on increasing the voltage until I get it’ and next it’s ‘Keep your nasty little opinions to yourself.’ It just doesn’t always seem entirely fair, is all I’m saying, but I suppose it’s best not to complain.

Equal rights for men

Some people have misunderstood my position on rights for men, so I am happy to set the record straight. I believe all men deserve to be treated in exactly the same way. All of my writings here demonstrate that same commitment, I think you’ll find.

He’s going to be changing his name, of course, as a married man. She just hasn’t yet decided what to change it to, that’s all.

Yup… I can hardly wait! And yet I do.

The branding incident was a bit unfortunate – just goes to show the dangers of handling red-hot iron carelessly – but thankfully no one important was hurt.

See what I mean about equal rights? Free healthcare, right here. Males get free education too – lots of it.

Don’t worry: she won’t tell anyone where you are.

Girlish ferocity

I just have resting silly grumpy-face. When I don’t have resting screamy pleading-face, anyway.

It’s supposed to be quite effective in preventing premature baldness… or was that ‘laziness’? All good, either way – just ask Helen.

Of course, she might do that even if he doesn’t make her.

And don’t forget to wag that cute little rubber dildo-tail.

I remember my first, fumbling attempts at sexual intercourse! Embarrassingly bad, like most men I suppose. I can laugh about it now, along with the guests whenever my SO tells the story, but at the time it was quite humiliating, especially with all those other guys there. I suppose a second time needn’t be quite such a… a shall we say ‘cringe-inducing failure’ but as my SO likes to say, ‘why risk it?’

Dressed to oppress

Desires are OK. You’re welcome to have desires. But they’re not needs.

I don’t feel very masculine. But then I never do.

OK, better humour her. I hope she does actually know the way, though – there’s nothing worse than asking someone on the street for directions, and you get into a conversation and it turns out they don’t really know.

She’s right, but even the saddest, loneliest life can be lit up by Joy.

Actually, she’s wrong about that – you don’t need to learn to control yourself, not now she’s around.

Domestic goddesses

She didn’t actually write all of the lyrics herself of course, but she suggested the basic themes.

Don’t feel bad about the waste of electricity, though: no electricity used by a woman to shock a man is ever truly wasted.

And if you don’t like the red colour, the marks come in purple and black too as long as you go long enough.

The goddess on the left is the lovely Miss Zoe. The one on the right is not.

She was a spectacularly naughty schoolgirl, I’ve heard.

Well, my arm’s not tired either, so why shouldn’t I? Honestly, women say the strangest – ah, no, let me go, please Ma’am, don’t!

It’s alarming how charming she feels

She’s a perfectionist – and you’re a long way from perfect. Still, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, as they say.

Obviously it’s going to be a bit tense for you, waiting to learn the outcome. You’ll be able to hear them at it, in the next room, so if you hear her have an orgasm, you’ll know she – what’s that? You don’t know what your wife’s orgasm sounds like? Oh. OK. Well, best of luck anyway.

He used to practice a hands-on management style, but I expect those days are over now.

What’s the hockey stick got to do with it? Honestly, don’t they teach them how to speak properly in schools these days?

There was something actually but… erm… oh, nothing important. It can wait.

Savage beauty

Don’t worry: it might sound a bit alarming, but they don’t cost much extra – and it’s basically an honour system anyway, she doesn’t make a list of pre-existing marks like a car hire place.

The specific clause in the law that she’s charged with actually refers to ‘sexual services’ and not only is there never any sex, but the ‘service’ is all the other way. So she should be OK.

That would be sweet. Imagine still doing it in fifty years’ time: creaking slowly down to the floor and shakily awaiting the awakening of your angel.

It’s true: you know, they once had to chip out some guy who’d been concreted in almost ten years ago – and he was still alive. His wife hadn’t changed her mind (in fact, she was onto her third husband by then) but the building was due to be demolished so she paid to have him moved. Was he grateful to her for saving his life, though? Honestly, the fuss he made when the concrete began to pour! He’d obviously learned nothing from all those years he had for reflection – no wonder the marriage hadn’t worked out.

Specially not when we’re all stwapped down and tewwified.

Who loves the sun?

I do! After a miserable rainy May, we now have bright sunshine chez elle (i.e. where I live) and I thought I’d do a sun-drenched special to celebrate summer’s balmy days. Admittedly, I myself haven’t yet seen the sun, as there are no windows in the part of the house where I live (not a problem, of course – after all, what would be the point, this far underground?). But she’s promised to break out the summer sweaters and the heavy rubber gimp suit, to take me out into the garden this weekend to where the treadmill awaits, bathed in sunshine. So that’ll be a nice change. I’ve also just booked a romantic stay for two at a beach resort for later in the summer, but I wont divulge the details as she hasn’t decided which boyfriend to take with her. They get so jealous – especially a certain old bull I won’t name! *

Anyway, here we are: summery captions.

I doubt that. I have actually become quite good at accurately judging women’s weight. But sometimes you have to tell them little white lies – bless them. The number of times I’ve had to control my breathing carefully to say ‘no, no – light as a feather!’ without gasping…

It’s great. Yeah. I’m getting quite good at never having any sexy thoughts at all, as long-term readers of this blog will know only too well.

Oh… don’t mind me.

She
likes long walks in the country, getting caught in the rain and keeping
up with the latest developments in applied metallurgy.

Actually, I brought a spare myself. I always do, just in case. I mean, imagine how awful it would be to run into Gal by chance and not have a leather belt or similar implement on you… a lifetime of regret would await.

* Regular readers shouldn’t worry. There’ll always be a place for Raoul in her heart – and in her vagina, mouth and anus, too of course.

It feels so wrong it must be right

You’d thing she’d at least bother to write a fresh one, instead of bringing out the same piece of paper every time. This is how marriages go stale, you know.

They’re probably thinking that with so many slaves to deal with simultaneously, it won’t be so bad for any one of them. They’d be wrong about that, but it’s a comforting thought while they wait.

If she has to say no, you have to wait. Or even if she doesn’t have to, but wants to anyway.

It’s good she’s stepping in to help with the scheduling. My SO sometimes says she despairs of finding enough time for all of the punishment that I deserve, but somehow she always manages, bless her.

She’s actually done quite a few things that – when he finds out about them – he will consider to be very easy to criticise. But he won’t be permitted to do so.

Secure relationships

Of course, as Governess Harding herself likes to emphasise (and she really can be remarkably emphatic), the support she provides for married couples can’t replace the work the couples themselves need to do, to put her principles into practice in their day to day lives. But she can provide a solid foundation of terror, on which a lasting relationship can be built.

Many teenage boys just think they can masturbate as often as they like and it doesn’t matter – but really, they’re just storing up problems for themselves, if they ever get into a properly-managed romantic relationship.

If he finds it any consolation, the things they will be doing to him will indeed bring sexual pleasure to both of them at the same time.

The number’s
important, because obviously the ‘U’ will change to a ‘C’ at some point
and any staff member can access the records and alter the ‘R’ to an ‘E’
should she feel it appropriate to do so.

I use names, though, including the awesome and glorious name Eleise de Lacy.* It’s an honour to do so.

Original here. I’ve heard that Doktor Soos is considered politically incorrect these days. I hope this goes some way to redressing the balance. This too.

* Even though I am not quite sure how to pronounce it. Eleeza or El-eye-ssa?