dominant wife – Page 28 – Contemplating the divine

Sub-shaming

It’s a strangely self-defeating exercise, because we love it.

That’s kind of her. Not exactly a sympathy fuck… more of a pitiful wank. But the principle’s the same.

Kinda scary. Yeah.

I hold that truth to be self-evident.

OK, now that would be humiliating. And not in a good way. Well…maybe a little bit good…mmmm.

It’s uncanny. It’s almost as if she knows me. Do you think I should go and hang around her house in Beverly Hills… see if fate somehow brings us together?

But by ‘ecstasy’ I mean extremes of pleasure, OK? This blog does not do drugs. Nothing here but good wholesome stuff like torture, castration, toilet slavery and forced bisexual blowjobs.

And not all at the same time, obviously. That would be ridiculous.

Oh dear. Still, it’s only 24 hours, isn’t it? How bad could it be?

Is there anyone out there (apart from weird vanilla or male-dom types) who does not recognise Mistress Sidonia von Bork? Wonderful name, wonderful lady.

Realism in session – it can be over-rated, you know.

Nice tits. Nice cattle prod. Can’t have one without the other.

He should go down on her knees to her. Like he did when he proposed. Or whenever he needs to use the bank card.

Yeah…well, that’s actually true.

Yes, I’ve experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously.

I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.

Women, eh! Never satisfied.

I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree?

Lucky, lucky us.

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?