Category: fear

Bitter sweet hearts

If they haven’t, perhaps she could suggest some.
He’s not. And she’s even arranged for a lovely, bracing shower before he gets home… well, about fifteen minutes before he gets home, actually, to allow time for him to dry off by running around a bit.
All trainers know that rule number one is to make sure you remember the names of each and every one of your group. But rule two says “Except Robert or Rupert or whatever the fuck that idiot’s called”, so that”s OK.
Top tip: if you’re offended at being treated like this and want to emphasise – politely but firmly – that you expect to be treated with the dignity due an adult, I suggest balling up your fists, stamping your feet and screaming hysterically about how unfair it is. I’m sure she’ll react appropriately and start treating you the way you deserve.
Think of it as an investment. In thirty years’ time, lying in a hospital bed on a drip, you’ll be able to think fondly back on this.
Ah, like the days of Covid when we were getting used to all this. We’ve all got our embarassing Zoom stories, I expect – mine involves a funnel gag, a plastic sissy dress and one of the bulls my SO had decided to let into our Covid bubble, but I’ll spare you the details. Bull in a bubble, you ask? Yes, she had to limit herself to just three, which she found very frustrating, poor thing, but I’m proud to say that I was able to help her work through her anger.

Cold comfort

…but not on the farm.

 

I’m not sure if I could manage that.  But I expect I’ll learn, over time.

 

 
 
Oh well.  As long as it’s completely voluntary, I suppose it’ OK.
This is the lovely, magnificent, Vancouver and Paris-based Mistress Eleise de Lacey. But then, you knew that didn’t you?
 

 

Gosh, it’s a long way down, isn’t it?
 

 

One day perhaps.
 
 

 

And replace them with inhibitions about disobedience.

Don’t question why she needs to be so free

…she’ll tell you it’s the only way to be.

Dinner parties can be such hell, can’t they?
 

 

Seems fair.
This is the lovely Mina Thorne, in a very fine video for Men Are Slaves (well of course they are)

 

Hmm.  Maybe there’s some hidden food and when I find it I’ll also find a way to kill the cockroaches?  No, that’s not it…
 
 

 

You’ll feel a lot better once you know you have no secrets from her.  Well – when the welts have died down, anyway.
 
 
If you look very carefully, you can just see one of his toes poking out, I reckon.  He’ll get in trouble for that if she finds out,though, so keep it to yourself, OK?
 

It’s uncanny

I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:

 Impotent:

  • helpless

  • inadequate
  • incapable
  • incompetent
  • ineffective
  • ineffectual
  • inept
  • paralyzed
  • powerless
  • sterile
  • unproductive

It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me.  The power of words, eh?  But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?

Everyone should have a hobby.  I have several.



I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either.
 
 

 

Oh dear.  I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you?  Maybe you should have a word.
 
 
 
It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm.  I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right?

 

 

 

 
It’s good to do things together, as a family.

Let’s spend the night together



Now, this time around, your night in the cage is going to be
a little different.
Why?  Because Mistress says so of course.  But if you mean “In what way, Mistress?”, well, it’s because
you’ll have a little friend to keep you company, that’s why.
Can you guess?
Well… I read your diary the last time we did this – and
you’ve been keeping a little secret from me, haven’t you?
Hmmm?
Begins with ‘A’?
No, I don’t think you’re going to get it.  ‘Arachnophobia’ is the word I was waiting for.
Now calm down.  No,
come on.  Calm down!  It can’t really do you any harm.

Goodness, what an awful racket.  It’s a good thing we soundproofed this
dungeon, isn’t it?  And you know there’s
no point tugging on those chains like that. 
They’re very strong.  We wouldn’t
want your arms free to squash the poor little thing, now, would we?

That’s better.  Try to
breathe normally.

What’s that?  No, of
course you can’t.  Don’t you
remember?  You asked for a session with
no safewords.  I can do anything to you
that doesn’t cause any actual damage. 
Well, this is it.

Anyway, I’ve heard that this sort of thing is the way to
cure these silly little phobias.  You’ve obviously got rather a bad one. 

Well, I’ll be off. 
I’ll just let little Miss Moffit out, and then I’ll close the door nice
and tight so she can’t leave either.

You know, they say the spider is more scared than you
are.  You might want to bear that in mind.  Although, looking at you now,
that’s hard to believe.
Do you think it’s better with the light on… or off?    Better to see it… or just to know it’s there? Oooh, choices, choices. I’
Hmmm.  Tell you what.  I’ll just leave a torch shining from the other side of the dungeon.  Then there will be a few well-lit spots, but mostly it’ll be dark.

I beg your pardon?  No
– of course I don’t want an extra £1000 in tribute!  What a ridiculous thing to say!  You’ve completely broken the mood now.  Well, I mean it would be nice.  I’ll let you give it to me afterwards.  But it won’t get you out of this.  Bad boy – you’ll get an extra six hours for that.  Release won’t be until after lunchtime tomorrow.

Goodnight.  Play nice. 
(Now come on Sweetie…out you go, now… there!)