…and one I’ll call a bonus as there isn’t necessarily anything femdom about it:
In case you’re wondering why I am posting on a Thursday instead of the usual Friday, the answer is ‘rank incompetence – the idiot’s not even able to read a calendar properly, for goodness’ sake!’.
…although I share them, obviously, even the ones I haven’t been told about.
|She’s taking this very casually at the moment, but don’t worry: I’m sure it’ll come up again in the next weekly reminder session.
|Best to get it over quickly. After all, the whole point of chastity play is the chastity, not the orgasms. Some men don’t get that, at first.
|Deniably, that is. I’m sure she could think of many, many things he could die of, were it not for the pettifogging legal system.
|As it turned out, he did indeed ‘experience fresh challenges while continuing to deepen his existing skill set’ in his session with Strict Madame Lydia, so that worked out well too.
|She gets a lot of job satisfaction. Not just the pain she gets to inflict, obviously, because she’s a professional with a keen interest in social rehabilitation. No: it’s the humiliation and the misery, too.
|You know, sometimes I think women use ‘You’re washing my hair that night’ as an excuse, when they don’t want to go out. A bit like “Sorry, I’m just not in the mood to unlock you this month, I’ve got a headache.”
|The glamorous life of an OWK Lady. Tomorrow, she’ll be going out for a slow plod around the grounds atop a human pony. Thrilling stuff.
|What a bit of luck that she decided to have a meathook fitted, when she moved in.
|Don’t worry, she’s very experienced. She’ll know exactly what to do.
|And remember it’s a ‘fee’, not ‘tribute’, OK? It’s still going to be a suitably large number, though.
So… do you remember my post a few weeks ago, suggesting that the divine Anya rocks a dominant, fetish fashion look slightly more often than one might expect? Well, of course, the trouble with making that sort of statement is that you just know she’s going to prove you wrong immediately by showing up to every event for the next six months or so in a succession of elegant but disappointingly vanilla outfits. Yeah, that’s definitely what should have happened, by the law of averages, reversion to the mean, all that.
Only to be expected, I’m afraid.
Except she didn’t.
See if, in this picture from Michelle Yeoh’s recent Oscar celebration, you can spot a subtle difference in style between Goddess Anya’s look at and that of… oh all the people there who aren’t Anya, if you can bring yourself to waste any time looking at them.
What’s that? You want to see more of her in the dress? Yes, I expect you would – there are some at this link, others around. You like that sort of thing, being a pervert, right? That’s OK, we’re all perverts here. But be warned, let’s keep those expectations realistic, yeah? We all know what ‘femdom in mainstream’ fashion shots are like. Sadly, even when a glamorous actress puts on some kind of fetishy outfit, she’s still just going to pout for the camera in vanilla style, right? I mean, sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not as if she’s going to be photographed in the kind of haughty dominatrix pose that you and I find exciting, right?
|What a nightmare. That happened to me once, but fortunately the lady I’d been following was very kind and really nice about it. I can’t say the same about my SO when I was finally handed back, but being kind and nice just isn’t her thing.
|If it’s important, it’s worth discussing properly, right?
|The weird thing is, he had his tonsils out when he was a kid. Must have grown back, I suppose. Things sometimes do, you know.
|Probably she’ll just be lying in bed later, trying to get to sleep, and it’ll just pop into her head, just like that. Or in the morning. Whatever.
Speaking of subjective opinions, I’d be interested in any thoughts on Blogger/Blogspot’s new policy of requiring sign-in for adult-themed blogs like this (I’ve personally always thought that it’s best described as childish and immature rather than adult, but there you go…). I hadn’t even noticed, as I’m permanently logged in, but a commenter on my mirror Tumblr site let me know.
You’re the wrong people to ask, really, because by definition you’re here so it hasn’t stopped you. But it seems from Internet chatter to have happened around the start of February and my traffic stats do seem to have dropped in half, overnight.
Hmm. It’s not too bad. Many people have Google IDs and some won’t even notice, like me. But it’s a shame if new people cannot get here from search engines and suchlike. I looked into alternative places to blog a few years back, when there was a threat to block adult blogs entirely, and I set up my Tumblr site but I cannot move fully there because (a) it doesn’t allow nakedness and although unlike many adult blogs, I rarely feature fully undressed ladies, this blog has never had a problem with images of males in the natural animal state in which the Goddess created them, their vulnerable flesh reddening under a whip or goose-pimpling as they engage in vigorous productive outdoor activity on a crisp winter morning in the snow. Sorry, where was I? Oh yes: (b) Tumblr is basically a clip or photo-sharing site. I need a blank sheet of paper to write stuff; I still occasionally write stories and so on. Tumblr is more like a social media ‘feed’ but this blog – like its author – is hopelessly stuck in the past and I want a web page people come to and ‘read’.
|Scurry scurry scurry…
|In practice a lot of the psychological elements flow fairly naturally from the pain and from the dread of it,
|So brave she bought a weekly pass enabling her to see any show she pleases. But watching Mark will be special for her, obviously.
|This picture in welts was just chance but some dommes take pride in their artistic skill with the whip. My SO likes to do Mondrians on me, for instance. I don’t mind the lines, it’s the areas of uniform flat colour that really sting.
A happy Cruella shoot, of course, with all three participants enjoying the balmy British summer.
Attentive ‘readers’ might have noticed that the ladies in my caption are often portrayed complaining about being made to do things to the implicit male sub: beat him, deny him sexual relief, castrate him, torture him to death… whatever little domestic chore is required. Some might find this a little odd,as you’d think in such a relationship, the decision-making would rest with them, as representatives of the superior sex. So possibly they’re being a little unfair – which is one of the many, many reasons to adore them.
|Yes, must be awful. If only someone would do something. Oh well.
|These days it’s still basically summer in October, so plenty of time.
|His counterpart who traveled to our universe is trying to deal with being a subbie with a Nobel prize. They don’t give them out for housework, so he’s finding it a bit difficult.
|Win some, lose some. Lube up.
|Yes, just imagine. Still, no harm done to anyone who matters on this occasion, thank goodness.
|Maybe if you wipe around the rim it won’t look so bad and Cathie won’t be cross… oh, who am I kidding?
|You already ‘dared’ when you turned up for the session. Now for a few truths.
|I’m afraid she’s just willfully denying reality, there. Phish Food is much better.
|Or spoken, known about or even defined. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get the hang of it.
…but these ladies always manage to deliver.
|It’s a win-win for her, which is just as well because she really hates losing.
|Don’t worry about whether you’ll be able to satisfy her. That’s one of the nice things about being a pain toy: she does all the work and you just have to go with the flow. Let Joy be unconfined.
|Necessary suffering, obviously, is something she can fully support.
|My own SO, I am glad to say, does not approve of whipping for minor, trivial faults. I have yet to discover a fault she considers to be minor and trivial, but when I do I am sure that will come as a great relief.
|Hmm… Think think think. I expect she’ll remember eventually, as long as she’s not distracted by something more important.
|But if we’re going to have a talk then surely I shouldn’t be wearing a gag? I don’t think she’s thought this through.
|After the war, those that survived the mission never spoke about what they went through. They did their duty, that’s all anyone needs to know.
|My SO is almost like a human lie detector. When I know I’ve done something wrong and she questions me about it, my heart starts racing and I go into a cold sweat.
|My SO loves acting out teasing and denial fantasies. Admittedly, we’ve only tried it once but it’s going very, very well.
|It’s her book club choice, so the house’ll be full of her friends eager to discuss it, at the weekend. Better get the drinks and nibbles in.