chastity – Page 30 – Contemplating the divine

Pervertual reality

Welcome to my world.

You need to be careful about that. Dommes can be rather literal-minded. I told my Significant Other that my heart belonged to her, and it took quite a while (and a lot of cash) to persuade her that it was best to leave it inside me for a while.

Sometimes, one partner in the relationship has to take the first step, and really try something new, y’know?

Come to think of it, it was nothing. Forget it.

It’s just not fair on her, the way it is, do you see? Having to say no every month – it just makes her the bad guy. Come on – give a little, here.

See? Didn’t I tell you? If you don’t want them to take your requests literally, just don’t ask. Now look what you made her do.

Little things that make her laugh

…but enough about me. Ha ha.

Actually – not enough about me. I have a question, and as you readers are my favourite people I thought I’d ask you. Does anyone know of a dungeon hire/ SM studio place in Paris? You know – that hires out by the hour or so… do let me know in the comments, if you do.

I wouldn’t go if I were you. She won’t still respect you in the morning, you know. I mean, she doesn’t now.

Hmmm. Could cut through the concrete block perhaps? No, no, that wouldn’t work. Gosh, I love puzzles, don’t you?

Ooooh! A little too close for comfort there? Hmmm?

Consent. No BSDSM relationship should be without it.

Sometimes I’m all excited, really close to an orgasm, you know, and then something happens and I just can’t come. Did that ever happen to you? Just last spring, for example, I was really close and then I forgot to iron her shirt and I couldn’t come for months. The male orgasm…it’s really a mystery, isn’t it?.

Inconsequential

Mostly, that’s me. But occasionally, my behaviour has consequences, and sometimes I just have to sit quietly and reflect upon that.

Just talk about whatever comes to mind.

Actually, several of her classmates still fear her, but they pay for the privilege now.

His and hers – something for everyone. But always check it fits before leaving the shop.

I expect she’ll be terribly embarassed when she discovers her mistake.

No really. You’ll be screaming too. You’ll see.

Sometimes I just need a firm hand

Someone else’s, I mean. Maybe one of these ladies might oblige?

I’m sure Katie won’t mind. She’s very easygoing.

Isn’t that a wonderful expression? Almost takes your mind off the – ooh! -spikes…

It hurts where the dominatrix nurse wants it to hurt

Just about everywhere, eventually. But starting off with the pain quite concentrated, in a few sensitive spots, I expect.

Castratix and here little emasculation hobby

I love this one.

Wifely discipline can leave a nasty taste

Or she might just tell you to swallow. We’ll see.

Premature ejaculation

That’s what you call it when you come before she’s given you permission. It can be quite painful.

On with the show:

Days with a “y” in them, for example.

Now two men aren’t having sex with her.

But in the event she decided the next morning not to marry him. Wanted a man who still had his testicles, apparently. Women! Eh? You just can’t please them.

Femdom image caption caption caption and so on

It’s very kind of Sarah to do this while she’s away. After all, she really doesn’t like men – quite the man-hating lesbian, really.

Consent. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s the most important word in BDSM.

Turning the other cheek

Oo-er sounds a bit rude, don’t you think? It has often struck me (oo-ERR!) how often random Google searches for words and phrases about punishment and humiliation lead to religious sites, as well as to bdsm ones. I wonder why? Anyway, penance is due so on with the divine scourging:

Words fail me. Probably just as well.

I love it when you start up a fight…and I love it when the fight ends your way.

Always carry the card. You never know when you’ll meet a knife-wielding man-hating psychopath in a rubber dress.

The impossibly divine Ms Darla. She doesn’t have to actually do or say anything. The look is enough.

She’s amazingly good at orgasm denial, actually. She can keep it up for months. Maybe longer!

Gently does it

Let me just – ouch – try to settle myself back in this – oooh! – chair, and I’ll just see if I can get some pictures to put up. Sorry. With you in a moment. Just a bit battered and bruised. Thank you, Miss Black.

Ouch. Right then. Got some captioned images here somewhere, lovely fresh ones, ah here we go:

It’s actually a rhetorical question. I’m not even sure there is a right answer, but believe me “Because they’ll be ripped right off and I’ll be left castrated in agony you evil bitch!” isn’t it.

Just for Paltego. He da man.

Isn’t that special?

Occasionally I wonder whether anyone reads these bits wibble wibble lampost

Phobias are funny things, aren’t they?

Kindly humiliation – an underserved niche in the femdom market, I’ve often thought.

Rebel without a clue

She asked me, “What are you submitting to?” and I smirked and said “What have you got?”.

So she hit me.

I like this one. I really do. This is why I caption pictures.

It’s OK, you can scream if you like. She doesn’t mind. Rather likes it, actually, if done with taste.

You should be pleased. Very few men can really make a woman laugh like that.

Toilet slavery and marriage, what a combination

We all have days that feel like that. Harvey’s are just more literal.

You will thank her later, you know.

Sticks and stones will break my bones

and they have done on occasion when she got a bit carried away.

But words can never hurt me. I sometimes beg my Significant Other to think up humiliating nicknames and insults for me, but she always says she can’t think of anything more degrading she could call me than my real name. It’s odd, because she’s very creative in other areas of BDSM.

Best just to go with it. If you really find it’s not what you were looking for, you can always try asking for your money back at the end.

I wonder which one it was. I guess we’ll never know. Still, he’ll have been properly whipped, and if another three got whipped as well, I’m sure it won’t have done them any lasting harm.

No, not down here. Up there.

Interestingly, there’s a scale for measuring self-esteem, and it’s only since she started this programme that the theoretical prediction that it could go negative has been demonstrated in reality.

You thought it might be rather embarassing working in the same office as her, again. Guess what? It will be.

The importance of terror in a healthy relationship

Often undervalued, don’t you think? It’s the chill of fear striking deep into my stomach, as I watch the minute hand creep closer to the appointed hour, the hesitancy with which I approach the door and the tremble in my hand as I reach out for the doorbell that – for me – makes it more than just another way of getting bruises.

Ahem.

Next!

Don’t be fooled by that severe exterior. She’s actually a very kind person. Why did you know, she gives 20% of all your money to animal charities?

Of course, she’ll need training. The Headmistress reckons that Mr Jones, the maths teacher, might be available to assist.

Apparently, the new one has voice recognition. You have to train it to recognise your voice, though. So you say “Clean the floor.” If it doesn’t do it – press the red button to zap its balls. Then repeat the command. It’s quite uncanny how accurate and responsive it can become.

That Raoul has always had a wicked sense of humour. Remember that time he told her you’d called her a bitch?

What a lucky man you are that someone so attractive takes the trouble to despise you.