chastity – Page 29 – Contemplating the divine

You can get more with a kind word and a whip…

… than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.

Disappointed? Well.. maybe a little.

He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.

Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now…

Woof.

I’ll confess, I don’t often last the full twenty seconds. But she’s not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.

Hymn to her

And she will always carry on

It’s been a while since I did this, but I believe that you begin with the examination of conscience. Oh, and penance is involved somewhere down the line. Quite definitely.

Hmm. What makes me think the answer by the end of the evening will turn out to have been ‘both’?

As far as I know, there aren’t any countries that provide constitutional rights to have a tantrum. So you’d better just bend over.

Tantrums featuring a lot today. New husbands are prone to them. Experienced husbands, less so. You’re about to become a lot more experienced, by the look of this! Many happy returns of the day.

And although she seems to be looking away, it’s probably best not to pout when she’s given you this information, if you still have hopes of next month too.

She wants you back

You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said about how
frustrating and humiliating you find it – being locked up in that thing while I
fuck Raoul.

I think I might have the solution. You could both fuck me!

I mean, not at the same time of course. Not quite at the same time, anyway.

You see, Raoul’s really rubbish at foreplay. Well, actually he can be fantastic at it, but
usually he doesn’t bother, you know?
Just wants to get his massive cock into me and start thrusting away –
silly old bull.

So I thought maybe you could do the foreplay? And Raoul needn’t even be there – he can be
downstairs watching the football or something.
You could be delicately stroking and kissing me – not on the face,
though, because I want to pretend it’s Raoul, not you. And using your tongue. Of course, you’d stay locked up just to make
sure there are no accidents.

And then when I’m good and ready, you can go downstairs and
tell Raoul he can come up. Remember he
likes you to call him Sir.

And then we’d lock you in the cuckold pillory and fuck the
rest of the night, just like now.

There – that should help with that horrible sexual
frustration – don’t you think?

No? Oh. Well, you’re doing it anyway, grumpyface.

Man talk

Now listen
darling, just about dinner tonight.
Annie wants you to talk to Victor: she’s trying to get him into
chastity, and she thought you might be able to help reassure him. If you could just tell him how much you love
being in chastity, how you’ve never regretted a single day and all that kind of
thing.

Well… I know
it’s not quite true, darling. But
Victor’s a bit reluctant, so it’s probably best not to tell him about the early
days. I expect he’ll have to go through the same anger and frustration, the
tears – god, all that constant whining and pleading! But that’ll be good for their relationship,
just like it was for ours. They mostly
only play at CP these days, so Annie will have to step up a bit in that
department. She’s quite looking forward
to it – she was asking my advice about canes.

Just as long
as Victor accepts that first step and lets her lock him. After that, she can use it as leverage to
sort out the rest of their relationship, and soon it won’t matter in the
slightest what he wants. So telling a
few little white lies isn’t really such a bad thing, if it helps with that, is
it?

Just
remember: big smiles, best thing that ever happened, very happy husband. Oh – and Annie asked me to make sure you were
never alone with Victor. Of course, I
told her you’d have strict instructions about what to say and you wouldn’t dare
disobey me… just make sure either she or I are in earshot at all times.

I mean – you
don’t have any regrets do you darling?

Do you,
darling?

No, didn’t
think so. Off you go and get ready.

Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt

She’s the kind of a girl that makes the News of the World
Yes you could say she was attractively built.

(Pictures are unrelated. I just like the song and the idea of linking it to femdom.)

Yes, do try. Fortunately, I had a bit of an off day when writing these captions, so there are no sexy thoughts here. Carry on – it’s perfectly safe.

Of course, you can refuse if you like. But then she’ll stay cross. That’s really not good news.

Lexi Sindel… and some bloke dressed in pink.

Hmmm. Well, I’ll try anything once, you know?

Errr… two and a half? Two and three-quarters… thr… three?

Actually, this isn’t one of mine. It just arrived in my email inbox. I thought I’d share it.

Any flavour except vanilla

… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.

Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!

‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she?

You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment.

She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that.

This is the divine Mistress Ezada Sinn, if you didn’t know that already

Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post.

Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay.

Despised and rejected by women

…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.

I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack.

I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures. But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already? I mean, really? Come on guys – do try to pay attention.

Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead.

Good luck, George.

I’ll bet she does.

This lady – Lady Annabelle – doesn’t feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey. But she’s very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.

Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk.

Intersectionality

That’s today’s new word! (And it begins with ‘i’!).

Apparently, ‘intersectionality’ refers to multiple overlapping systems of domination and oppression, and can be best described through a ‘matrix of domination’! Sounds like fun, huh?

I’m going to get me on one of them gender studies courses, right away. I could enter this blog as my thesis… although I expect some narrow-minded academic would probably consider it to be politically incorrect.

Oh well. Let’s have some pictures of sexy young women posing for the camera and holding fetish objects in a threatening way, shall we? Nothing politically incorrect there.

Actually, I think you’re on precisely the right side of the river. Why would you want to go anywhere else?

Actually, it’s simpler than that. He hasn’t left the aircraft – and he won’t.

If you can’t keep twenty-eight simple vows, then what on earth are you doing getting married, hmmm?

Sometimes it’s worth all the screaming and begging for mercy just to have made the point of priciple though, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Oh, I have no problem with authority at all. Not when it looks like Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

She has a new website, you know. Hooray! It’s because she’s moved to Canada. Nooooooo! Western Canada! Aaaaaargh! Vancouver. I don’t even know where Vancouver is! But it’s far.

You captured my heart, and now that I’m no longer free

…make love to me (in stereo!).

So hard to choose…

That’s a relief. I was feeling a bit unmotivated there, for a moment. But I expect the whip will sort that out.

How humiliating it is… not to have enough of your own money to buy condoms for your wife’s date! Sigh. Better fetch the purse.

Nothing to worry about at all. I’m sure they handle all sorts of different online payments.

Grr, She had a headache last month, too. I’m beginning to think she might be faking it.

Abject bliss

Puppywup gonna dieee-wie.

This magnificant lady is of course from Planet Femdom. The unimpressive boys were free gifts with her weekly magazine.

Things always seem so simple after a birching, don’t you agree? Hmm? Yes – thought you would.

Actually, grammatically speaking it is you who are surprised. She is amazed, startled: something like that.

(Incidentally: little tip if you ever session with a pro-domme. Very few of them – perhaps even none – really appreciate grammatical pedantry from their slaves. Just something I’ve learned (or is learnt?) over the years.)

This is the lovely – if rather sarcastic and humiliating – Selena. If you want to worship her, go to worshipselena.com. Simple. Or wickedheartsboutique or somewhere like that, you know? Yes – I’ll bet you do.

I expect the screaming will become rather irritating after a while. Still, they could always turn the TV up.

This picture will be from menareslaves.com, I imagine.

And if it doesn’t get you stiff, she’ll ask Manuel to stick around for a bit, and maybe the three of you could try something else.

(And this – finally – is the lovely but regretably only occasionally dominant Carla Brown.)