feeding – Contemplating the divine

…and some of them lived happily ever after

Latest upate in the ‘spam filter unduly limiting genuine (if perverted and despicable) commenters’ saga. The spammers seem to have penetrated the updated widget thingy and I’m getting a lot of spammy comments – worst of both worlds, as I know real commenters are still sometimes blocked but now the bad guys (as opposed to the very naughty boys) are getting through. I’m just deleting manually for now but I might have to tighten the settings again. As ever, if you get blocked just request access and check back in a day or so. In case I do have to tighten the settings, I’d suggest avoiding mentioning the names of any cryptocurrencies, casinos or phrases such as ‘make money fast’ in comments*. Keep discussion on more wholesome topics like slavery, castration, piss-drinking and torture, OK?

Right… on with the fairy tales.

* Yeah, I delete all the crypto spam. It occurs to me that, since the majority of my readership is male, some of you might be very stupid indeed and feel aggrieved that in doing so, I am depriving you of the opportunity to see potentially valuable financial advice. After all, there can be few more dependable tips than those posted by a random stranger based in Russia, in the comments on a fetish porn blog. I can only suggest (and I should warn you that this does not constitute professional financial advice) that you’d do better handing over all your money to almost any random findomme. If you’re more of a long-term investor, consider signing up to a blackmail contract and suppplying her with the photos to enforce it, too. Investing in Princess Perfect’s shoe and handbag collection, or her holidays with Ibiza with her boyfriend and bf, will at least produce a certain and known return, unlike crypto, and probably one of the same expected value.

The very best authority

As my SO likes to say, ‘It’s not hurting enough unless it’s hurting too much.’ Bless her.

One of the toppings will be sprayed on quite warm, which should help make the frozen pizza a lot easier to bite through.

The firm has invested heavily to try to make its workforce as productive as possible: decent coffee, gym and chill-out spaces for the female employees and a really well-resourced office disciplinary team for the males.

I hope he’ll have the sense tomorrow to thank her properly for letting him spend the night on her lovely concrete floor. Some men can be so thoughtless.

Funny how women want to test the chastity belts. I mean, mine has never bent even slightly under pressure of the very hardest erection, so it hardly seems necessary. Arguably, I might conclude it’s a bit over-engineered, but arguing’s not permitted.

You have placed a lock around my heart

NB: still having some problems with the spam filter on comments. It has somehow become much stricter and while this blog generally celebrates extremes of strictness, this does seem to be overly restrictive (I can tell it’s not just that no one is speaking to me, because the small proportion of actual scummy spam that usually gets through has gone to zero). I have tried changing the settings and I might do more of that, but the most important thing if you are blocked is to request access, then try again about a day later, as your IP address should then be on the allow list.

There’s always a next month. Just try to remember that.

Actually, the boyfriend’s non-exclusive as Stumpy’s having much more success attracting sex partners than he ever had before he was mounted on a trolley – the sign encouraging punters to use him in any way they like probably helps.

Maybe she can do an in-kind exchange thing. He gives her a discount on the car and in return she takes his money and ignores him. If you have a valuable, marketable skill, you should use it wherever possible.

She’s bad with names. She forgot yours years ago.

She does occasionally feel mean, it’s true.

The lovely Maya Sin, who once made me memorise a French poem while tied hand and foot. She now appears to have retired so no link for you, perves!

Best sushi-eating scene in cinematic history is here.

Hypnotized by you if I should linger

Of course, it’s only good when it’s fresh.

Self-explanatory, I thought. She should move on to the “What do you consider your greatest weaknesses or failings?” question, as there’s about six pages in response to that one.

Later on, she’s going to perform a procedure in which she’ll carefully pull a thin strip of flesh away from your thigh, then reattach it in exactly the same place. There’s no therapeutic benefit, but she enjoys it.

We feature all the edgiest and most dangerous BDSM practices here on CtD, but I’ll admit: disagreeing with Ms Palvin is close to a hard limit, even for this blog.

Muliebrious bodily harm

Good word, isn’t it? You can look it up if you don’t know what it means. Or live your life in wilful ignorance – see if I care.

Don’t worry if you end up eating some dirt too, it won’t do you any harm. Refusing to obey her wishes, on the other hand, could be distinctly hazardous.

Can’t be too careful. My SO loves to conduct cavity searches and if she runs out of holes in my body to delve into, she just makes more.

I understand they did make a more scientifically accurate version of the movie, in which at least half the running time was taken up with Bond’s genitals getting slowly charred. I’d pay to see that but apparently it didn’t play well with all demographics.

Sometimes Responsible Females get cross if they arrive after the five day period to find their property already disposed of – but they’re always offered a replacement and they’re usually fine with that.

To be fair, she probably would have snipped them off in due course, but not just yet – probably not for a few days.

Rhyme and unreason

A poetry special! Well, I can’t let PP have all the glory. Plus, I expect some of you are masochists, so you should enjoy these. I’ve been told my poetry is great upon the ears… or something that sounded very like that, anyway.

Two wonderful dommes with whom Servitor has had the painful pleasure…

Women’s scorn

You’re actually better off out there, away from the hot rocks and the tongs. Take my word for it – how anyone could claim saunas are relaxing is beyond me.

I suppose some might say she should use her powers for good. But there’s a lot of giantess / stomp fetishists out there and many of the videos are woefully unconvincing, so she is bringing delight to their sad lives – and earning a good living doing it, so really where’s the harm?

That describes me to a t. It might be the ‘Exploit me’ tattoo on my forehead, I suppose.

Obviously he knows the game… I mean, it’s not as if he could exactly be jealous of you, right? But he knows what she likes too and although he doesn’t share her sadistic impulses, he’ll do it for her and even pretend for her to be angry enough to want to break your bones and beat you unconscious. Rather sweet, that he’s so attentive to her needs – alphas aren’t always heartless brutes, you know.

Irina looks at least mildly amused. I suppose. Anyway, I’m sure it was worth it.

You could try running… Actually, not a bad idea as the Outdoor Freestyle is the event they most need to work on.

Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling

It’s a very rewarding relationship. But there can also be penalties.

She hasn’t completely forgiven him you understand. The topic *will* come up again… but that’s enough for one day.

A bit thoughtless of Suzie, I’d say, leaving her gimp chained up for her friends to look after. She could have got one of those autofeeder things and saved them a lot of trouble. Or just a really big bucket for the food mixture.

Then you can get on with making dinner. They’re going to be hungry, I expect.

I never know anything. Wouldn’t particularly want to, if I were there… I could just be.

…and an extra one, which I wrote in a particularly worshipful mood.

… although actually that’s not true (like many things on this blog), because obviously in session you can get away with calling her ‘Mistress’. Which was just as well for me, as I’d always assumed it was some variant of ‘El-ee-ssa’. I was granted the extraordinary privilege of visiting Mistress Eleise three or four times about ten years ago and I never did realise I was saying her name wrong in my head until I heard her say it in a video, quite recently. Fortunately, I never committed the unforgiveable sin of mispronouncing her name out loud, to her very feet (oh, those feet…). Not that it got me out of the slappings (and the mocking… oh, that mocking!) I so thoroughly deserved.

Held in contempt

Have a bit of empathy for goodness’ sake: she’s not actually ‘asking’ here… mars and venus thing, you know?

Curiously enough, none of them confessed until she got to level 11, then three did, all at the same time. So of course she had to carry on a bit to sort out who was telling the truth and who lying. Which *was* a bit hard on the other six, I suppose, but fairness is important to her so she wanted to be sure who was guilty.

They’ll be bringing you a special meal and drinks, so be sure to tell them if there’s anything you really don’t enjoy eating.

They can still have a lot of mushrooming fun. The woods are full of fungal growths: on the mossy ground, around the base of tree-trunks, growing on rotting old logs. A few of them are poisonous to humans, though, so she should find a way of testing for toxicity before taking any home to cook.

They used to have cigarette girls too, astonishing though it is to think of that today.

Kitten’s sympathetic face is pretty good, don’t you think? She had to practise it a lot, when she was starting out, because she didn’t find it easy.

Under her care and control

Because she’s very caring and very controlling.

‘Rules’ mind you, not ‘contract’. Your agreement was not required then, nor is it now.

Quite a lot at those ladies’ hourly rates, I hope.

I’ll mention again, in gratitude and encouragement, that Cruella’s back catalogue of magazines and photos is finally being made available for download. You can even pay by PayPal. Go on…

I might like it if it were consistently cooked properly but, for some reason, half of the time the person serving me just pushes a bowl of raw octopus into my face. I can’t imagine why this place gets such rave reviews. Still, you go for the experience, really, don’t you?

Obviously, it’s a bit of a gamble giving your life and freedom up to some unknown starlet. Sure, you might end up with a diamond-encrusted collar, chained up in the playroom of a Beverley Hills mansion… But most budding actresses don’t make it and you’re far more likely to end your days working two paid jobs and doing domestic slavery for an abusive, bitter alcoholic, her looks ruined by bad plastic surgery, living with her violent boyfriend in a trailer park somewhere. Which – y’know – isn’t necessarily a *bad* thing, but you should know what you’re getting into, that’s all.

I might venture a prediction… well: more of a guess, really.

I wonder what it would take to convince him to go vegetarian?

The astonishingly glamorous, beautiful and witty Mistress Eleise de Lacy, a truly wonderful domme, now sadly retired. This tweet from Sardax contains lovely pictures I’d never seen before, showing her playful smile (do tigresses smile? If so, it must look something like that).