dominant wife – Page 28 – Contemplating the divine

I yam what I yam

… and I thought what I yam was a beta male, but apparently not. It turns out, I am an omega male:

Omega animals are subordinate to all others in the community, and are expected by others in the group to remain submissive to everyone. Omega animals may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.

Ah, let me be her outlet for frustration…

Yes, Ma’am.

Not a beta – you see?

Actually, good rough sander will have much the same effect – and it would be a lot cheaper. Fun, too.

I’m sure she’ll think of something.

There’s always a bit left over.

Some of them want to abuse you

…and the rest don’t really, but they’ll probably have a go if there’s nothing else to do.

Anyway, you need to go to bed early so you can get up in time to do all your chores, right?

If you survive the mixing process, you’ll be encased in concrete forever. What’s not to like?

Just routine. Nothing to worry about.

Actually, I had a similar experience a year or so ago. My doctor put me on a course of pain-killers, just before I was due to visit my Significant Other. A bit pointless, really.

It’s partly that he doesn’t see new people very often, of course.

Report an abusive image

…if you spot any of those, do let me know, won’t you?

No taxation without, err….

Sounds exciting.

I always find the washing instructions on clothes hard to understand. So did he, apparently.

It wouldn’t really be asking permission if she didn’t say no, now and then, would it?

It rarely is, actually. In fact, I don’t know about you but I’ve always found the standard travel phrasebooks to be pretty useless in session. I’m thinking of writing in to complain.

The hard labour of love

I don’t see why. Sounds like a great deal to me.

That’s thoughtful. One of my former Significant Others was always very keen on symmetrical patterns of welts. She’d take quite a long time adding a bit here, a bit there until it was right.

Good. It’s about time those pampered slaves at OWK learned the meaning of hard work and discipline.

This is – of course – the magnificent Madame Sarka, who will not be returning to OWK, but can be found here.

Yeah. Women can be sensitive about these things.
Aren’t the little heel-marks cute, by the way?

Apologies to MenAreSlaves.com for abusing two of their pictures this week (it’s their own fault for making such a vast archive of video stills public!). Of course, if they object in any way I will beg their forgiveness and take whatever consequences they mete out. In the meantime, why not pay their website a visit?

Nice to see boys getting a look-in, in this traditionally female occupation anyway. I’ve always fancied being a booth-babe. But it’s hard to imagine a product that would actually sell any more if I did.

Oh sweet misery of life at last I’ve found you

There now – you can’t say she didn’t consider it.

I believe she’s right.

It’s good to be special.

Oh well, as long as she doesn’t give a fuck, I suppose it’s all right.

Yes Ma’am.

Her whim is my command

Of course, this blog is strongly opposed to real bullying. Just keep it for play, in session, that’s what I say. Not that She ever listens, when I do.

It’s odd the things women find sexy, isn’t it? For some it’s chunky jumpers, for others it’s brutal, relentless torture. Mars, Venus, whatever – you know?

That sounds fair. I’m certainly not going to argue.

She deserves a night off, I reckon. She can always pick it up wherever she left off, tomorrow morning.

It’s not a good thing to go around with suspicious, negative thoughts about any relationship. If you start thinking ‘What if Mistress murders me?’ each time, then you’re just not going to enjoy the session, and who does it benefit anyway? I mean, really?

Love not given lightly

Now if it gets too much for you, just cry out at any time, OK? She likes that.

Now that’s the kind of expression I usually have, when I’m in session. Sort of “oh shit”.

This picture is from menareslaves.com. You guessed, didn’t you?

Well, I think she shouldn’t have. It’s ridiculous. I mean, the elevator guy only has to press a button.

This is the delightful (sometimes too delightful – but I like to imagine her being mean) Carla Brown. So I guess that makes you Mr Carla Brown.

Oh – and it does count, even if your fingers are crossed. So don’t think you’re getting away that easily, boy number 3.

Yes. Yes it will.

Erectile disfunction

I got an email about dealing with erectile disfunction. I know they’re probably just spam, but I like to think the best of people, and I was willing to give it a go. At least it made a change from all those emails I get suggesting various ways of enhancing my penis size (sometimes I wish I’d never given my mother my email address, I really do).

Anyway, it said that lots of men experience periods of erectile disfunction, but if I wrote off describing the circumstances in which I…. err.. failed to rise to the occasion, as it were, world-famous doctors were waiting to advise me.

Well, as you can imagine, I was quite excited, and I wrote back at great length describing how I usually experience quite long periods of erectile disfunction shortly after annoying my Significant Other, for example by failing to iron her blouse properly, or over-cooking the pasta. But that I also find it difficult to achieve an erection when she’s just in a bad mood because she’s busy at work, or its her time of the month, or something like that. The email asked me to describe in detail the longest period of disfunction I’d had, so I sent them Time magazine’s review of the year for 2013.

And they never replied! I mean, can you believe it? I sent email after email, and eventually I just received an automatic response informing me that the server in Nigeria where they were based was blocking my address.

Isn’t the Internet a weird place, eh? Oh well. Here are some more pictures of pretty ladies looking threatening, so we can get sexually aroused by the thought of being punished and humiliated by them. Good wholesome stuff.

Beware of dominatrices with ‘strong views’

Now I believe this is Mistress Annabelle. But if it isn’t, perhaps she or the lady it happens to be could, err, correct me. Please?

I don’t know who he is, I’m afraid. Or if he’s available for sessions.

Domestic bliss.

You think?

This of course is the wonderful and creative (and scary!) Mistress Sidonia, of the English Mansion.

It’s ironic, really, as Alanis Morisette might say.

More from the English Mansion. And I think this is Mistress Jessica Wood.

Dear me, she seems a little fierce. Most young brides wait until after the wedding before giving their husbands their first proper birching. Still, maybe she’ll become more tolerant and forgiving of her husband’s faults when you’re married. Some brides do. Many don’t.

Crawling to learn

Oh, we do. We do.

Isn’t this picture wonderful?

Women eh? Can never make their minds up, silly things.

Not many calories in the dirt on the soles of her shoes, alas.

I can’t stand those mens libbers with all their ‘votes for men’ nonsense. We just shouldn’t worry our ugly little heads about it, that’s what I say. Ironing’s more my thing.

When the godesses wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

True on so many levels.

I hope you had a good Christmas. I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance.

In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites. Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.