Category: contempt
You know how you feel at the iron gripe of ruthless oppression…
… you know how you bear the galling sneer of contumelious greatness.
Robert Burns said that. And how right he was, despite being a man. “Contumelious” was new to me: it means an “insulting display of contempt in words or actions; contemptuous or humiliating treatment.” How weird at my age to learn a new word for something I have adored for so long.
The next time I email a domme requesting a session I must remember to ask for ‘contumelious’ treatment. I’m sure she’d be impressed and give me exactly the treatment I need.
* No really. You’re quite different; so you can appreciate this kind of caption ironically, rather than feeling insulted. Anyway, you only read the blog for the jokes, right?
When life gives you lemons…
…strap him down to a table, clip his eyelids open and squeeze the juice into them.
Too unpleasant for you? Then you definitely will not want to watch this clip of women (as the title indicates) brutally torturing men to death.
No, seriously, you won’t. That clip is not some kind of happy S&M consensual game, nor are the terrified victims saved at the last minute from the evil torturers (don’t you hate it when that happens in mainstream movies?). It is possibly the most unpleasant, brutal mainstream clip I have ever seen. Very nasty stuff.
I mean, who could possibly enjoy that sort of thing? You’d have to be a truly sick weirdo to get any kind of sexual pleasure from that. Simply horrible, it is. Vile.
Mmmm.
Anyway, on we go!
Some poor sod’s going to have to clean that up, you know. |
‘Non-lethal’ is how I like my femdom play. |
Yes, let’s hope Ellie doesn’t take it out on them. She’d got a terrible temper, you know. |
The people have spoken… the ones wanking online, anyway, and that’s good enough for her. |
Thank goodness none of that applies to any of us, eh readers? Imagine the (fully justified) self-loathing you’d have to feel to get off on something like this. |
Oral displeasure
Your feelings do matter, obviously. Just not to her. Or Daniel. |
It’ll be fine. Dr Franley’s patients rarely complain. |
Don’t get into one of those Mars/Venus misunderstandings by interpreting her words literally, OK? I mean, she wants a present tomorrow too, obviously. |
It started with a slap
Damn. Maybe she gets more practice than you do… but then life doesn’t always have to be fair. |
Bad in a good way, I hope. And good in a bad one. |
I think it’s great when wives respect their husbands enough to want to talk things through and hear their opinions, before taking important decisions. |
They say being able to make women laugh is a great gift. |
That’s another admirable characteristic in a partner: not being afraid to tackle the really painful stuff in the relationship. |
Tender moments
I am in their loyalty programme. I get to pay more when I book flights, as I accumulate points they demand ever more expensive gifts and on board I am treated with extra contempt. |
I can multi-task! I can flounce and simper, both at the same time. |
As story-writers say, don’t tell: show. |
There is no fire
Music only a little related. But don’t you just love the way Mistress Lennox’s voice sort of… swoops in at the start? I do. And I tried to find a version with a video, and I found this and she looks lovely, but someone’s ringing a bell, playing an electric organ and generally messing up that opening.
Sigh. First world problems…
More things follow:
Oh, just a plain vanilla ball-crusher, then? OK, sorry. Just go ahead. |
I still remember the first time she called me a ‘lazy little bastard’… |
It’s actually not quite true to say she doesn’t care. She enjoys making you cry. But she’s trying to spare your feelings, the dear thing. |
Yup. All about the rules. |
True love’s first slap
It’s a very special moment.
Not after having written them all out two hundred times, no. |
It’s best to mark your possessions – or better yet, tag them with an RFID chip. |
I wouldn’t have got myself into this mess, if playing cards made some kind of sense. Queens are lower than kings and aces?? How is anyone supposed to remember that? |
Actually, it was the lipstick. |
Respect cannot be earned
It can only be taught. Something like that, anyway. Now, more of this.
I’d ‘freely consent’, wouldn’t you? Well… I mean, I would if I were free, obviously. |
I’ll just try to hold it in, I think. You wouldn’t believe how much fuss Travis makes when I ask him to do that. |
Later on, she started having twice-weekly sessions with her tennis instructor, ironically enough. |
With this ring, I thee enslave. |
Wow. You could almost believe she actually intends to do it, huh? Yum. |
Hard-core scorn
Anyway, she can’t chat long. She’s just off to the pet shop. Wants to buy a couple of dogs, apparently. |
It’ll be good when you’re married and you can just just be yourself. |
I’m gender non-binary. Well.. gender fractional, anyway. About 1/7, my SO reckons. |
Forgetfulness? |
It’s good to know a domme with a really creative imagination. |