cuckold – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Strictly enforced whims

C’mon, give it a chance. She wore the red dress for you, after all.

Don’t get the wrong idea: they take bullying very seriously. All the girls get three bullying classes every week (as do the boys and the male teachers, albeit in a different way), and most of them are in the after-school club too. They’re regional champions.

Actually, I’d have been able to tell Kurt was here even it wasn’t for the loud grunting noises – who else leaves a bag of dirty laundry waiting for me in the hall? One day, he’s going to go too far and he and I are going to have to have words. But not today: he’s a bit busy and that dinner won’t make itself.

Oh well, so much for that day out.

This could turn into a vicious spiral.

Shame game

Fine, but I’m not putting his condom on for him this time. I have my pride.

Don’t worry – the guys might think you look silly at first, but I’m sure they’ll be impressed when you go into your dance routine.

For a while my orgasm day was 29 February, but ‘we’ decided to stop all that, as it was getting a bit repetitive and predictable.

Women and knots, eh? Bless ’em.

Which is a bit unfair if you have a fetish for being humiliatingly searched by ladies in positions of authority. Oh well, at least she’s not wearing her uniform, so there’s a chance.

Smiles and tribulations

They say the best gift is a memorable experience.

Kind of her to help out. You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly.

Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep.

As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway?

Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’? Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him.

Tie me up and I’ll confess

…a thousand ways that make you statuesque. (just more old music, nothing specifically femdom I’m afraid. But it does feature Louise Wener and those lucky sleeperblokes, which is femdom enough for some).

Watch and learn – although it’s by no means certain you’ll ever get the chance to put it into practice.

Not often I feature maledom here, but I’m open-minded about it – I don’t mind maledoms, as long as they end up beaten, enslaved and crushed in body and spirit.

Whimper.

They are very concerned with fairness – and with unfairness too, obviously.

Well, as long as he’s cool about it I suppose you should be too.

Striking poses

As my SO points out: lots of women enjoy sex with their husbands, she prefers sex without her husband. The difference is only a few letters but it’s a big deal for her, so who am I to argue?

Mmmm … a severe scolding, Mistress?

It’s going to be a special day for her boyfriends too. And their mates.

Of course the OWK had safewords really. In a variety of quite widely-spoken Central European languages, so there was really no excuse for ‘guests’ not knowing how to pronounce them perfectly.

Her kink is not your kink – are you going to make a selfish fuss?

Strict unethical standards

Sometimes, for brief periods when I am asleep or locked away in a cupboard.

God save the Queen. And her subjects, who might need some divine intervention, in the decades of her reign.

What sort of fish? Sustainably-sourced, I hope.

I did know at one point. Maybe I forgot… it’s all such a long time ago.

Sometimes I wish English retained the distinction between familiar and formal modes of address. I could try asking my domme to call me ‘thou’ but it just wouldn’t be the same.*

This is the very lovely and French Ibicella. She speaks English but, really, why would you want her to?

* Occasionally people ask me what my pronouns are. To my embarrassment, I am forced to admit that I am not allowed any.

Why should it matter to us

if they don’t approve?

Why not both?

Thinking about her being clammy makes me clammy…

If you’re finding it difficult to relax, try explaining to her that you’d just rather she got a second opinion from a male dentist before drilling. I’m sure she won’t mind.

Obviously. Although it looks like it’s already got a lot of toppings, so maybe no need?

My SO sometimes forgets why she’s doing things even after starting. The other day, we were about ten minutes into a judicial caning when she paused and confessed shamefacedly that she’d forgotten entirely what I was being beaten for! How we laughed. Later that day she remembered, fortunately, and she took the trouble to sort it out properly.

Despotic imagery

Wow. My personal best is two and a half. Admittedly, I’ve only tried once.

Swings and roundabouts…

I expect there’ll be laughter and tears as well, to come.

Technically speaking, he’s actually the Right Honourable Pookie, QC. But he doesn’t stand on ceremony, as you can probably tell.*

She’s always taken an interest in young, struggling actors.

* No, this is a different Pookie.

Sing when she’s winning

Scurry scurry scurry!

Much like his response to the question the priest will be asking him a little later.

I’ve occasionally asked my SO whether she’d consider putting me on obedience pills but weirdly she says she prefers an occasional bit of disobedience. Which is odd, because she always seems so cross about it… women, eh?

Even if he sued her and won, there’d be the question of damages and I think any competent (i.e. female) lawyer would advise that those would be derisory and purely token, at best.

It’s all part of growing up.

Craven cravings

It’s not that Robert can’t do his own, obviously. But you’re so much better at it than him – and so much worse at sex. It just makes sense all round.

You’ll notice she hasn’t said you have to decide quickly, as she’s getting a lot of interest from other potential occupants? That’s because she isn’t and anyway, she’s already decided.

A cover’s probably best. They’re quite compassionate, the two of them, so having something unpleasant like that in sight could ruin what they had planned to be rather a special moment.

Ah… back in the time when the gimp suit came off at the end of the day. I miss that stage of our relationship, but times change, I suppose, and we move on.

It’s best not to quibble about the word ‘enjoy’. It’s like the word ‘slavery’ – means different things to different people.