electrics – Page 10 – Contemplating the divine

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

…and isn’t that great? Warning: safe for work video after the link.

But what if he never gets to like it? Hmm. Not sure she’s thought this one through.

Don’t even ask what the chicken mask is for. A magician never gives up her secrets.

Well, he wasn’t treated exactly like that, obviously. Dommes tend to keep their places heated quite well, for one thing, in my experience.

It’s actually much harder playing ‘guess the object that’s been shoved up the slave’s anus’ in a single-domme session. Because then you have to do the guessing and ‘hmmm… it’s definitely something that really hurts’ doesn’t narrow it down much.

Perhaps he should discuss it with his wife. Or perhaps she should, directly.

Abjective reality

He could try offering her all his money. Oh hang on – he did that already.

Gender sensitivity training. I’ve tried and I am very sensitive indeed to women’s concerns. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t benefit from further instruction, obviously.

Medical research has shown that male impotence can arise from many quite sepaarte causes. Failure to leave out the bins on rubbish day, addressing your wife in an impertinent manner – even ironing a blouse badly can lead to weeks or even months of being completely unable to sustain an erection.

My domme uses my real name in session these days, but only after she made me change it legally to “Maggotdick”.

The lady pictured here contemplating Colin’s immediate future is of course the Divine Mistress Heather. Have I ever mentioned that that she once – oh, did I? OK, then I won’t mention it again this time.

No… no problem at all. I’ll just get my coat…

Obeisance

Oh, OK. I thought we’d barely started. Never mind.

Well… it is a big decision to take. So it’s a good thing she’s already taken it.

He’ll probably mess it up, he’s such a moron. Just think what a fool he’ll look, every time he forgets about a release date! Serve him right too.

Some people leave their bodies to science – mine’s going to fashion! Or upholstery, I suppose.

How can this have happened? I mean, for goodness sake, this is the third time this week!

Mistress of arts

Women, eh? You can’t just straight-out discuss something, she has to set up the whole situation just right to ‘discuss it’. Oh well. Better humour her.

That’s a very wide hole. Still, maybe there are some guys who need that. Not jealous…

Phew. That could have gone quite badly. Remember the time you bought that fur coat in the wrong shade of silver?

I wonder if in the years to come, he’ll regret not having signed more forms? After all, it’s not going to be easy to sign anything, when she’s done with him.

This of course is the sweet and kindly Mistress Jo, of Cruella and British Institution fame. She’s just a softie really.

That’s something we’ve seen a lot of this year – this contemptuous attitude to ‘experts’. She could easily double the efficiency of the plant by not sitting on it, for example, but you just try telling her that…

I worked eleven hours and bought the girl some flowers

Makes it all worthwhile (trigger warning: link contains scenes of male equality and ordinary life).

It’s amazing how much easier the invention of electricity has made these simple tasks. In the old days she’d have had to bend you over, whack you with a birch rod or something… now she just presses a button enough times, and presto you’re balancing books! We have a lot to be thankful for.

Most of the book’s concerned with proper cleaning and ironing of military uniforms. You’ll be discovering a lot about that, later on. Still – first things first.

Caption writing’s like that. At first, you really agonise about whether you’ve tersely managed to capture the essence of a scene, but after a while you realise you can just publish any old crap and the sad wankers who read your blog will keep coming anyway, because they only want to look at the pictures. Which is really great if you run out of original or clever ideas!

Dommes in the city.

Don’t worry. She‘s not going to have to stay on duty for fourteen hours. They share the time between three of them. It’s quite tiring work, whipping men into carrying great piles of stones around, after all.

Subjugated

I think you might be about to experience a consciousness-lowering session.

I’m impressed she’s still got the energy after a 10-hour flight. Stewardesses are amazing, don’t you think?

At one point I lived near this really seedy red-light district near Spitalfields in London. Quite early on, I explained to one of the streetwalkers that I disapproved of exchanging money for sex and she was kind enough to let me give her money and then just go away every week thereafter. I wonder where she is now? The standing order still goes through to her bank account, so I guess she’s still around.

Because of this, obviously. Pervy lot, architects.

Many men find it a bit of a shock at first, being married. Just try and keep it to no more than 8-10 jolts a day, at moderate settings, and you’ll get used to it soon enough.

…and an extra one, for Paltego who enjoys photoshoots of dommes playing pool badly:

Blonde justice

Yes. Someone needs to let her know that you just can’t get a toilet bowl really clean by licking it, either. Will you tell her, or shall I?

Mmmm… nine-and-a-half times the fun!

I’m not generally a big fan of the US ‘mean young women’ style of femdom, but Miami Mean Girls is really pretty good. I think it’s the same as AmericanMeanGirls too. There’s a lady called Goddess Rodea (that’s not her, above) who I think is particularly wonderful. Worth a look.

Your kink is not her kink. Which is just as well, or you’d have to murder her, and think how awful that would be.

Could even have a key-swapping party. Such fun, until someone loses a key and then there’s weeks of recrimination and tears.

It’s going to be hard to carry all that shopping with a broken arm. Perhaps you could ask for the arm to be broken later, when you’re back? What’s that? You think that sort of impertinence might just annoy her? Yeah, probably right. Oh well, one-armed shopping it is.

Goddess Lexi of course, featured on Femdom Empire.

I know when I’ve been beaten

You want to get your money’s worth, after all.

I’ve always thought that rubbing cold cream on is kind of disrespectful, you know? I mean, if she’d wanted it to hurt less, she could have done it like that, so it’s almost as if you’re arguing back.

Dommes eh? Will have their little joke. She does that every time, but wise subs will try to laugh each time as if it’s still fresh.

Yes. Trying to rescind a slavery agreement if she doesn’t want to is technically theft, if you think about it.

Sometimes it’s good if a couple are forced closer together by this sort of thing. You might find out how much she really loves you.

There’s got to be a joke here somewhere about tenderising the meat. If I think of one, I’ll get back to you, OK?

4300 kPa

The pressure exerted by a woman walking in high heels. so it seems. That’s a lot of Pascals. 4.3 million Pascals, I suppose. Makes you think, eh? And that’s assuming she’s not actually jumping up and down.

I read that on the Physics Website, which (drawing I suspect on Cutnell, John D., & Kenneth W. Johnson. Physics. 4th ed. New York: Wiley, 1998. 338) explains it this way:

This is approximately 40 atmospheric pressures. Now you realize the full potential
of the high heel.

For comparison’s sake, would you rather your hand be pummeled by a herd of elephants
or a group of angry women wearing high heels?

Sorry, what was that?

Would you rather your hand be pummeled by a herd of elephants
or a group of angry women wearing high heels?

Mmmmm… sounds like you don’t read this blog very often, Mr Physics Website.

Anyway, it all seems very instructive. I won’t link to the website as I don’t think they’d particularly appreciate this source of traffic (yes, dear readers, that’s right: I am ashamed of you). On with what we do on this website, now.

It’s not actually the days wearing the collar that will hurt you, in any case. It’s all the things you said and did during those days when you weren’t wearing it.

Looks like you’re about to get a feel for Russian culture.

Interestingly, a recent survey found that many women with husbands in chastity actually start wearing sexy clothes more often than before. Women, eh? Always missing the point. Bless ’em.