electrics – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

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.

Anyway, he’s got another ear. So it’s not like the time when she – oh, well,, that’s another story.

Kafkaesque, no?

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again. And quite a lot more. It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.

Which, in a sense, it is.

No pressure.

They don’t have many repeat clients, I understand.

“I’m OK, you’re a piece of shit?” “Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?”

Gynophilia/gynophobia

The love of women and the fear of women. I have both conditions.

Hmmm… She’s merely disappointed, not repulsed. I’ll consider that as progress.

It’s a sacred bond – or a device for getting the housework done, depending on whether your finger’s on the button.

Don’t worry: he’s very professional. You can be tied tightly naked over his trestle, and no matter how horny he’s feeling, you won’t have a thing to worry about. Well, except the savage beating you’re about to receive, obviously.

…and she does mean everywhere.

She’ll track them down. She’s very persistent. Anyway, can’t have feral males running about the place can we?

She’s electric

A different format. Though I’ve done something like this once before.

Sexual harming

It’s so good for me…

I think the correct answer is “No, Mistress”

Oh, I don’t know. Looks to me like it turned out pretty well.

Image from the menareslaves site, like it says. And that is the lovely Mistress Mina Thorne on the left there! And on the right…~~errr… anyone? She’s lovely too~~ of course, the beautiful Natalie Minx (with thanks to Mr Anonymous in the comments below).

A new departure for Contemplating the Divine. Brutal treatment of submissive girls! I can hardly bring myself to look.. the poor little thing. She didn’t deserve this. I mean, he’s got another seven fingers hasn’t he?

I find in these conversations that at first she does most of the talking, but as it carries on I find myself becoming more and more vocal and emotional about it.

This is the wonderful Gigi Allens, from ClareSpanksMen. She was featured here before, at length.

Or if you can’t be brave, just let the restraints be brave for you.

Words of discomfort

And of course, you do. It’s a question of how much you want it. Or rather, how much she does.

It’s good that he feels he can get these things out in the open. And good, as well, that she feels she can beat the shit out of him if he does.

Who’d have guessed?

…and then?

You mustn’t assume from this that they cruelly starve all their slaves to death, because that’s just not true. Some they fatten up for slaughter.

The ecstasy and the agony

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.

Because she says so

Always the best reason.

I think there’s now an app you can get that makes the whole process a lot simpler.

Aren’t you lucky?

I read in a self-esteem book once, that you should write out a list of all the things about yourself you despise. I got on quite well at first, but after a few months it started to get quite unwieldy. So I started this blog instead. And it’s been great – I haven’t been troubled by self-esteem since.

Looks safe enough. Hope he gets something liquid to drink at some point, though.

Hmmm. I wonder what they’re going to do with those bunches of flowers?

Enthralled

enthrall (v.)

also enthral “to hold in mental or moral bondage,” 1570s, from en- (1) “make, put in” + thrall. Literal sense is from 1610s.

Kinky etymology. You only get it here. Don’t you?

I think she should allow them more food, don’t you?

$More mathematical domination$

Math is hard. So’s she.

She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway.

Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm.

She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em.

Fedmom capyions

Just for all those of you too excited at the thought of all these pictures of dominant ladies to type into Google correctly.

One of the most common search terms for people finding this blog is “Contemplating the devine”. No. Just no. Write it out correctly 500 times, and then go and see Miss Hardcastle, boy!

On we go.

Where else could you be?

Clue: the right answer is “Yes” or, better, “Yes, Mistress”. Don’t worry – you can always borrow the money if you haven’t got it!

Men say the oddest things sometimes. That’s why sensible wives don’t let them speak without permission.

The safeword is your credit card number.

You have laugh really, eh? All those bitter tears of loss… Over someone else’s balls. Funny. Isn’t it?

By the way, I shall be on holiday for about the next two and a half weeks. The blog will continue to update itself twice a week via the magic of ‘scheduler’ *. But if I don’t respond to your comment for a few weeks, it’s not because I am rude, or too lazy to do so**, it’s just because I’m not really here. But I’d like you to keep commenting anyway…

*actually, to tell the truth most of the captions and stories these days are produced using an AI script anyway, which is why they are so repetitive and formulaic. The real ‘Servitor’ died of shame about six months ago. Nobody cared.

** unless of course you are a representative of the ruling gender, in which case my failure to reply is a sign of laziness and rudeness, and I hope you’ll be taking appropriate disciplinary measures to deal with this disgracefully impertinent behaviour.