dominatrix – Page 9 – Contemplating the divine

Humiliation session

Leather clad domina thinking about her tea and he mum.

You want me to humiliate you? Tell you about the contempt I feel for you? All right.

Well, for a start, of course, the only reason I’m even
talking to you is because you’re paying.
Actually, I’m hoping to get a job in marketing, but it’s really
difficult at the moment, and I’ve got huge student debts, so I have to make
ends meet by fulfilling the fantasies of fat old perverts like you. So, don’t think for a second I really like
doing this, OK?

I’m sitting here wearing this ridiculous get-up because I’m
hoping it’ll turn you on, but I wish I hadn’t done it up so tight, as it’s
really digging in under my armpits. So
later I’m planning to make a show of locking you in a cage and cruelly leaving
you, so I can go off and loosen it a bit, maybe take this fucking collar off
too. I hate wearing all this pervy shit,
and it’s all so badly made – starts coming apart after a couple of
sessions. But it excites you, and I need
the money.

Then I’ll pretend to hit you a bit with this thing, but I
won’t really hit you because I know you don’t really like it. I’ll just tap you enough to leave a few
marks, and you’ll make a big fuss. And
then I’ll make you clean my shoes with your tongue, which you’ll do for hours
and hours – I fucking HATE that and I’ll have to try to think about something
else to stop myself screaming with boredom.

Fortunately, soon after that I’ll ‘force you’ to wank, and
then I’ll pretend to like you and be all friendly as you hurriedly
pull your clothes back on. And then
you’ll finally fuck off, and I can get into some normal clothes again and have
a cup of tea or something a bit stronger to wind down. Oh – and I’ll throw your present away,
because I get about twenty boxes of fucking chocolates each week, and I have to
watch my diet because – unlike you – I actually have to look sexually
attractive. Or I might give them to my
mum, when I meet her later, because –

What’s that? Too much
humiliation?

Oh sorry. I’m still a
bit new to this.

Right then…err…you little WORM! I think you need some time in my CAGE! Oh yes, it’s the cage for you! It’ll give you some time to think about
what’s coming to you, when I bend you over the trestle for a taste of my
CROP! That’s if I come back at all. I might just leave you there for EVER!

Into the cage! NOW, you
disgusting little MAGGOT!

But I would walk 500 miles

And I will walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dum dum tiddly um dum tiddly um

da da – oh, sorry. Just singing with my headphones on. But the lyric is kind of on-topic. And so are these:

Even a cricket bat can be a penis whip. You just have to try.

Wow. Sounds that like a pretty happy marriage to me.

Bleak and depressing captioned images of female domination. You only get it here. Hi! I’m servitor.

Do you think he knew? I think he knew.

Too small to satisfy anyone…

Pervertual reality

Welcome to my world.

You need to be careful about that. Dommes can be rather literal-minded. I told my Significant Other that my heart belonged to her, and it took quite a while (and a lot of cash) to persuade her that it was best to leave it inside me for a while.

Sometimes, one partner in the relationship has to take the first step, and really try something new, y’know?

Come to think of it, it was nothing. Forget it.

It’s just not fair on her, the way it is, do you see? Having to say no every month – it just makes her the bad guy. Come on – give a little, here.

See? Didn’t I tell you? If you don’t want them to take your requests literally, just don’t ask. Now look what you made her do.

Brutal elegance

Or should that be ‘elegantly brutal’? Both are good, I think.

Leather clad femdom whip and boots oh yum yum

That’s a relief. I thought she might be cross.

Women always appreciate a compliment. Quick, try another. She might even take one of the weights off.

Schoolgirl caning - but the other way around

I don’t know why they have those canes with them, though. I suppose they don’t realise that corporal punishment has long been abolished in British schools. Poor things – they must have been so worried!

Well, this is going well.

Wife loves your new secretary or she will

Later, when his new secretary moved in with them, the ladies found a way of making doubly sure. So that’s all right.

Even naughtier words

So, a while ago, I published a post drawing attention to – oh hang on, you want a sexy picture don’t you?

Got one right here…hold on a moment…don’t go off to tumblr yet, ah – here we go!

Ouch. Anyway, I was just saying that occasionally I like to draw attention to the fact that this blog doesn’t just publish pictures but words too. It’s quite a while since I wrote many stories, but in the early days on Contemplating the Divine (it was originally all in ASCII format incidentally; quite a challenge) there were lots. And newer readers of the blog might not realise that.

Of course, they’re easy enough to find using the ‘fiction’ tag in the cloud to the right there, just below the lovely lady with the whip, but I like to be helpful (my name is a clue, there) so here are some links to some more of those early tales.

If at first you don’t succeed. A rather typical “Mistress Valerie and Sandra” story, based on two ladies I used to know (who had different names). Light-hearted, depending for humour and erotic effect on the contrast between the casual nature with which the ladies treat matters that are, for the submissive, of painful urgency. As indeed do most of my captions, actually. Anyway, here’s another, about Daylight saving time.

Serena stories, like this one called Crossed Wires, on the other hand, while also intended to be humorous, are rather heavier. Mistress ‘Valerie’ mistreats her slaves without really noticing. Serena enjoys their agony. She is also surgically trained; quite a good combination. I have just written a new Serena story… 6500 words, so coming in spurts, as it were, fairly soon.

I think this one was intended as a Serena story, but she ended up being called Sabrina. Possibly just an idiotic mistake on my part. Wouldn’t be the first.

In the morning is just a silly little tale, turning on the difference between the sweeping romantic love with which we sub-males invest our relationships and perhaps a more practical, matter-of-fact approach from our (in this case loving) superiors.

This one is a sort-of school story, but like many of my captions, it’s intended to lift the curtain a little on professional domme relationships. It’s heavily inspired by a story called Dame School in the wonderful collection by Louise Malatesta: The Queen of the Grove. If you take your kink very seriously, you won’t like this sort of thing. But for me, it actually adds to the humiliation that the school scene is not real. As I explain to pro-dommes gracious (and unlucky) enough to receive me – I don’t want them actually to pretend that I’m a naughty boy. I’m a middle-aged pervert being treated like a naughty boy… and they are very welcome to express their contempt and amusement at that.

This one, about a femdom programme taking control of the computer, actually seems to get a lot of hits. Maybe it’s the title? People search for femdom story, and get this? Good.

I do quite a lot of this sort of thing – little pastiches of fairy tales and so on. A bit like captions really.

Finally, I’d completely forgotten it but I wrote a huge, three part tale early on in this blog’s history, about a guy who is living a very heavy femdom relationship, but doesn’t realise it (oh, you’ll just have to read it to see what I mean). Bizarrely, I remember thinking at the time, this was a nice little idea that could be dealt with in a paragraph or two. A Normal Marriage Part 1, followed by Part 2, and then concluded with the excitingly-named Part 3.

Right. If you’ve read down this far, I reckon you deserve another picture of a lovely, don’t you?

How do I love her, let me count the ways

One thank You, Ma’am
Two, thank You, Ma’am
Three, thank You, Ma’am
uh – four, thank You, Ma’am!
Five – oh – thank You, Ma’am!
sniff…whimper…
SIX! Aaah! Six thank You, Ma’am!
Thank You, thank You.

Thank You.

Very politely. Or you’ll really be in trouble.

With three of them lesbians and three bisexual, I guess there are going to be some interesting votes. Shame you don’t get to vote, really.

Don’t worry about what she likes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just scream if you feel like it – she definitely likes that.

Poor David. Those horribly sore balls. Still, I understand someone will be kissing them better later on.

And you get to be a lifestyle client. You take whatever she gives you, until you can’t afford it.

Premature ejaculation

That’s what you call it when you come before she’s given you permission. It can be quite painful.

On with the show:

Days with a “y” in them, for example.

Now two men aren’t having sex with her.

But in the event she decided the next morning not to marry him. Wanted a man who still had his testicles, apparently. Women! Eh? You just can’t please them.

Femdom image caption caption caption and so on

It’s very kind of Sarah to do this while she’s away. After all, she really doesn’t like men – quite the man-hating lesbian, really.

Consent. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s the most important word in BDSM.

Evil leather-clad dominatrices

You know, I enjoyed typing that title so much, that I thought I had to have a post just about it. But marriage creeps in here too, as I guess it always will.

Hmmm… Sounds like you’ll shortly be sexually compatible!

It’s not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted is it? Oh, is it? OK, well something has to be. Anyway, you don’t want to keep her waiting. No really…you don’t.

Phew! Lucky escape there.

Possibly even less than three or four years – she can be quite moody, after all.

I think that’s rather sweet. Just because the marriage is over, doesn’t mean a couple should stay apart for ever. I expect he thinks about her all the time.

Tout abus sera puni

…it says, in posters all over the Paris metro. And quite right too.

Oh…I love this photoshoot.

Just to make absolutely sure, though, she’d like you to watch her fucking your wife, if that’s OK? Lovely.

It’s her preferred management technique, so please don’t make a fuss.

Loving female authority…with a cattle prod just in case the love doesn’t do it.

Dream session. Heels clicking on floorboards…yum.

Sticks and stones will break my bones

and they have done on occasion when she got a bit carried away.

But words can never hurt me. I sometimes beg my Significant Other to think up humiliating nicknames and insults for me, but she always says she can’t think of anything more degrading she could call me than my real name. It’s odd, because she’s very creative in other areas of BDSM.

Best just to go with it. If you really find it’s not what you were looking for, you can always try asking for your money back at the end.

I wonder which one it was. I guess we’ll never know. Still, he’ll have been properly whipped, and if another three got whipped as well, I’m sure it won’t have done them any lasting harm.

No, not down here. Up there.

Interestingly, there’s a scale for measuring self-esteem, and it’s only since she started this programme that the theoretical prediction that it could go negative has been demonstrated in reality.

You thought it might be rather embarassing working in the same office as her, again. Guess what? It will be.