chastity – Page 31 – Contemplating the divine

Too much mercy… often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second

A quote there from Agatha Christie. Sounds like my kind of lady!

On we go…

Amusingly, sometimes out there they lose all feeling because of the cold. No matter how many welts and bruises are inflicted – they don’t feel a thing! And it’s so funny then, when they’re brought back inside and warmed up.

Rather thoughtless of Karen, I must say. No wonder she’s on her fourth marriage already.

Plenty of time overnight to think about what you’re going to say about this in the morning. Sleep well.

I think a little extra tribute next time might be in order, mmm?

I once went on this date, with a girl who just kept on telling me how inadequate I was compared to ‘Karl’. It was awful – all, ‘Karl has a bigger cock’ and ‘Karl doesn’t have any problems getting hard’. Honestly, I don’t know who was the more embarassed; me or him.

Holy terror

Pray for mercy…but maybe not just yet.

…and heaven help you if they don’t add up to 48.

Don’t worry, though – she retains some rights. If they want to cause any permanent physical damage, they have to seek her permission first – and you’ll be allowed to beg her for mercy.

Let’s hope she doesn’t stay cross for long.

I don’t know about you, but I’m always forgetting my permit. It makes my wife so cross – you know, she said then next time I get put in the pound, I can just stay there for a week or two as far as she’s concerned! She is funny…

Don’t forget to tell her how fabulous you think she looks, and give her a kiss for good luck, before you go back to your lonely little apartment and switch on the computer.

Divine retribution

Do not seek to question it.

It’s funny how you sometimes feel let down after a birthday, don’t you think? As if there should have been more to it, somehow? Oh well – there’s always next year. In you go.

Yes, let’s get it sorted.

Still am, I’m afraid to say. Ow!

And she’s used to getting what she wants.

Easy to confuse the two. Wouldn’t it be awful, though, if you visited a beautiful young professional lady for an intensive CBT session, then found yourself spending the next two hours putting positive feelings into practice?

Working it out

Yes, what is it? Well, I’ve got a little time. This boy down here is being very slow. Go ahead.

Oh yes.
I did say I’d allow you a reasonable number of orgasms, didn’t I? That was part of the deal.

All
right, so let’s work it out. How old are
you?

46? Are you?
Silly old pervert. It’s funny,
isn’t it, cos I’m just 19, and here you are letting me take charge? I wasn’t even born when you were my age now.

Oh
well, anyway. So how long you’ve been
masturbating? Since you were
thirteen? Nasty little baby pervert, you
were back then. Weren’t you?

I
asked you a question.

That’s
right: you were a nasty little baby pervert.

And
you’ll have had – what – six a week?
No? Maybe five? Oh dear, can’t you? Blimey, not exactly god’s gift to women were
you? All right, call it four.

Well
go on – work it out.

Waiting.

Still
waiting!

33
times 52 times 4, yes. Is…?

(Sigh)…yes,
you can use paper and a pen. No – hang
on! A pencil. Off you go.

6864? Are you sure?
Cos I’ll check on a calculator later.
And I’ll cane you the difference if you’ve got it wrong.

So…6864
sweaty nasty little orgasms, all on your own with a dirty magazine. Yes?

Right. Well that sounds like plenty to me. I don’t think we need any more of those, do
we?

I
asked you a question.

That’s
right: we don’t need any more of them.
So that’s that.

You’re going to have a lot of time on your hands, aren’t you? I think we’ll have you write out some lines. Like a naughty little schoolboy, caught playing with himself. “Masturbation is a filthy habit and I am very grateful that my Lady has given me the opportunity to spend my time writing lines, instead of playing with myself.” Got it? One hundred times.

So how long will that take you?

Oh, no. I think it’ll be longer than that. A lot longer, I’d say.

Well yes, obviously it’s 100 lines per wank. You need to be punished for each, don’t you?

I asked you a – that’s better.

Of you go, then. Get yourself some paper and get on with it. Plenty to do.

Tell you what, when I’m 46 I might let you have a celebratory wank,
OK? If you remind me. And if you can still get it up when you’re 70.

Or I might not. I’ll have to think about it. Plenty of time.

(The Lady in the picture, by the way, is Lady Sophia Black and she is just as beautiful as these pictures suggest and twice as creative and evil as the little story above pretends. She is, in short, wonderful.)

A dish best served cold

…I always thought the phrase was about “revenge” but She assures me it’s really “baked beans”. Or “bacon rind”. Who knew?

Why don’t they wear boots like that any more? I’d pay extra. A lot extra.

Self-referential? Self-knowing? Or just self-abuse? You decide – it’s too complicated for me.

Anyway, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you join in and make it a threesome.

He’ll find that out very quickly. And then very, very slowly, too.

Actually, I can’t imagine anything more horrible than leaving her anyway. But then, she probably can.

Teenage kicks right through the night

Great song, terrible idea if you have to get up and go to work the next day.

Like, totally.

Oooh. Four, I think. Yes. Four. But strangely, there’s another eight I never reach. I wonder what they’re for?

Actually you do kiss on both cheeks too. That’s the next bit, after she turns round.

I’m beginning to think that bloody die is loaded. But she wouldn’t do that to me. Would she?

Don’t forget to tell her that joke. You know – the one you found on the Internet to show her how witty you are.

I wish she’d make her mind up

You know, for years now my Significant Other has been telling me (and all of her friends, and my co-workers, and people who work in the shops locally and so on) that my cock’s too small.

But do you know what? Just the other day, she told me she’s decided it’s too big, and she’s arranged for something to be done about it!

Well, I had to laugh. Women, eh?

Femdom air stewardess gloves and an attitude

Nothing to worry about – the flight’s delayed by three hours, so there’s plenty of time.

Married life… it’s going to take some getting used to. Might as well start now.

Looks like she’s decided to work to save the marriage. That’s a relief.

Hmm. Another lady who seems to have made a big decision. Looks like important relationship milestones are a theme of today’s blog.

Worcester is pronounced “wooster”, in case you were wondering. And this is the most beautiful woman alive. Anything else I can help you with?

Hit me with your rhythm stick

Hit me slowly, hit me quick! Nothing to do with female domination, but still great.

The following items may have more to do with female domination.

Actually, many women find the sight of heavy whip marks on a man’s thighs rather exciting.

Very thoughtful.

That’s a relief. Because there are so many of hers you have to remember now, after all.

Fortunately, boys are out of season at the moment. At least, I think they are. Hang on, let’s check.

I find it’s easiest to carry one anyway, just in case it’s wanted.

What’s my fetish?

I have a wide range of sexual interests, as regular readers of this blog will know only too well. But like many bloggers in the femdom community, I am obsessed with precise definitions of terms, so I spend ages worrying about whether what I like is “really” a fetish, and discussing that obsessively in lengthy blog posts.

So – I found an online dictionary that said that something is a fetish for you, if you cannot become aroused, or achieve sexual release without it.

And that’s all I needed. I have a “Doing all my chores to her satisfaction, and not being too irritating” fetish. There’s probably a latin name for it.

Well I can’t tell you what it means. I’m not even allowed to think – let alone write – that word in English. Here, for goodness sake.

Don’t worry, you’ll find quite quickly that the pain in your knees will make you forget all about the taste in your mouth.

How embarrassing for her. I wonder what she’ll do?

It’s great when someone really enjoys their work.

Yes. Yes, that would be perfect.

…aaaand you think I’m sexy…

It seems that Google has changed its image search alogorithm, so it doesn’t show pornographic pictures in response to most searches. Unless there’s a clear request for porn.

But “Contemplating the Divine” brings up lots of my captions…

…which can only mean Google doesn’t think my blog’s sexy!

Waaaah!

(Hurt sniffle)

I shall carry on, regardless. As my SO likes to say, it’s a good thing I’m so stupid or I’d realise how unattractive I am.

Ms Haberman. Lexx. Try it if you haven’t.

It’s taken them almost four hours to get from her house in town. Hope he’s enjoying it.

Actually, the divorce was rather acrimonious. But I’m sure she won’t want to bring up all those old rows now. Not all at once.

Well, yes, I suppose she could shift it to another day, or quickly pull you off before you go out. But it’s just such a fuss, don’t you think? Easier all round just to leave it this month. I’m sure you won’t miss it – Marie’s a super cook!

It’s good when people can find personal satisfaction in their professional lives. In my job, for example, I’m completely useless and I’m always getting shouted at by people, some of whom are women. Makes it all worthwhile.