chastity – Page 32 – Contemplating the divine

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.

Out with the old, in with the new

New year, new…well, more…of the same sort of really…captioned images of female domination!

Obviously.

Sigh. Back to it.

My Significant Other reckons some people over-complicate chastity play. You lock someone up – he’s in chastity. Job done, and you can get on with your life.

Actually, I think one of them has a Girl Guides first aid qualification.

The problem being, of course, that Madame Sarka likes the cooked meat arranged in a gentle curve. And she’s not as lenient.

Independent thought is over-rated. Just take the pill.

It’s best not to worry too much about what people think of you, I find.

New Year resolutions

To mark the passing of the old year, and the beginning of the new, I decided to ask all of the ladies who regularly appear on Contemplating the Divine to share their New Year resolutions with our ‘readers’.

Most of them just told me to fuck off and die, of course, but here are the contributions from those who did not. Oh – and believe me, when these ladies resolve to do something, it does get done.

Apparently I’m going to have some New Year resolutions too, but She hasn’t told me what they are yet. Quite exciting!

,,,and last but always first in my heart…

All about Eve

New Year’s Eve, that is.

My very best wishes to all my female readers, and let’s hope the new year brings nothing but misery, humiliation, pain and degradation to the others. That way, everyone’s happy.

Don’t miss tomorrow’s extra, bumper, first-of-2013 edition of Contemplating the Divine! It’s all about resolve…