chastity – Page 31 – Contemplating the divine

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.

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.

Another rather unimaginative headline featuring femdom captions

With a big hello to search engines from all over.

Now, after a headline like that, I suppose there had better be some captioned images of female domination, hadn’t there?

But also more enjoyable for her. There’s always an upside.

So with this one I – ow! – excuse me, I was just – OOH! – I’m sorry, I really…ohhhh that hurts!…need to move on to the next. No caption here.

OW! No better!

Right. Think calm thoughts. It’s funny – we give our cat the stuff in tins as a treat, and the dry biscuity stuff for normal food. So when my wife makes me eat the contents of one of the tins, I guess both me and the cat are unhappy about it.

Isn’t it an awful feeling? When you just know you’re going to have an argument. But all arguments end, you know that too. And you’ll be a better husband for it, after all.

No means no

Something too few men understand. When a woman says no, that’s just what she means. No you can’t stay out late. No you’re going to stay down there until I come. No, not after your behaviour this month. No, you signed the contract and that’s that. That sort of thing. Get used to it.

For some reason, that particular paddle is called “Angela”. She might call you at work, to let you know that Angela’s going to be coming around that evening, that kind of thing.

You can lead a slave to Mistress but you can't errr

It’s nice to know there’s someone to pop in to feed them, if need be, so you don’t need to leave them any use of their hands when you’re away for a week or two.

You’re allowed to discharge yourself, you know. You just need to fill out a form. You have to ask her for one. And a pen.

It was such a relief to their mother, whose arm used to get quite tired in the first days of their marriage.

It’s a bit like being a kid again, isn’t it? Those feelings of longing and anticipation for months before…and then it’s not exactly what you wanted, or it just doesn’t turn out as expected? Still, being able to deal with these feelings is what makes us grown-ups, right?

Devotional blackmail

Better hurry up and get used to it – you’re late for work.

Planning a session…hope it’s like this.

She really appreciates it, because she knows how uncomfortable it makes you feel, seeing her in lingerie like that. You can go and run some cold water over it if you like – but make sure you dry it off, so it can’t rust.

…and I’m certainly not allowed to write it.

Men can get so frustrated waiting for women to get ready. It’s a good thing she has you to help.

Learning to disrespect myself for who I am

I went on a course at work this week that included a module on building self-esteem. Fortunately I’ll be visiting my Significant Other soon, and she can usually put it right back to where it should be. And it gave me an idea for one of the captions below.

On with the captioned images (of female domination)!