female-led relationships – Page 19 – Contemplating the divine

Begging on the streets

Street begging? Eh? I’m opposed to it. I just think it’s unecessary, and disturbs people going about their daily business.

But she insists on it, so of course who am I to argue?

Actually, I prefer to use centimetres. Or even milimetres.

I wonder what the prize is, if he gets them right?

Then again, maybe we don’t have to discuss it right now…. We do? Oh. OK.

Actually, the back of the laptop adjusts. But her way’s good.

I wonder what it can be?

Ex

Oh darling,
I must tell you about last night!

Well, I was
round at Jill’s for our girls’ night, same as usual, and she put on a snuff
movie. You know how she’s into that
stuff. It was called “Death by a
Thousand Cuts” I think. By the same team who made “Spit-roast“.

Anyway –
you’ll never guess who the main character was!

No, silly,
not the woman. Actually, there were
three of them. No no – the man, the
victim!

Well, it
was Thomas! You know – my Thomas! I recognized him immediately, you know in
that bit at the start they like to do, when they explain that it’s all real and
show the some of the implements, to get them good and terrified.

I can’t
imagine how they got hold of him. I mean
when you came along and I divorced him, Sally took pity on him and took him in
as her houseboy, do you remember? And I
know Sally’s a bit strict, but I’m sure she’d never have one of her boys
tortured to death like that. I suppose
she must have sold him to someone else, and so on until he ended up there –
trapped in a cellar with no way out except an agonizing death! Poor Thomas, he was quite sweet really.

Oh there’s
one thing I must mention – but I don’t want you to get jealous, OK
darling? At quite a few points when he
was really terrified, before his throat got so messed up that he couldn’t
really speak any more, in amongst all the pleading and shrieking for mercy, he
called out my name! Quite
distinctly! Isn’t that sweet? After all these years. I was rather touched.

Anyway, I
know you don’t really approve of snuff movies, but you have to see this
one, seeing as you know someone who’s in it! Jill lent it to me. There’s a few
bits we can fast-forward through if you’re squeamish.

Vermiform

That’s me.

Of course he can. He’d do anything for her. Wouldn’t you?

Well… OK. This time.

Hmmm. An occasional sympathy fingerjob. Well, that’s a pretty big win, right there.

It’s great when you’re confident your therapist understands the real you, isn’t it?

I don’t think she’s taking this seriously enough, you know. I mean, a man’s been murdered here. And more importantly, a quite valuable pen was stolen, too.

Authority figures

I like a woman who knows what she wants. Don’t you?

Mmmm. If you pay extra maybe she’ll ignore you even more.

It’s tragic, the breakdown in authority in schools these days. Don’t you think?

Mmmm… pretty exciting, huh? I wonder what she has planned? A really hard spanking?

Actually, I have a ‘frequently annoying traveller’ card. So they don’t have to make any special arrangements: the stewardesses just slap me on sight. I get special meals too.

Relationship management

I don’t really have much of a managerial role in our relationship, actually, so I don’t know too much about that. This is what I know about:

It’s not easy being newlyweds – so many things to learn about how to live together. Thank goodness for whips, eh?

Oh – and for some tips about marriage? Try Servitor’s seven secrets series. You’ll never see marriage in the same way again.

No indeed. He’s only got one left, and he’d hate to lose it.

Now I want you to know that Mistress Eleise, who features so beautifully in this image, would never really use a coathanger as a sound. Not unless it was strictly necessary, anyway.

Why do I imagine that what they decide to do about it will also involve beating…?

It’s actually quite hard doing open-heart surgery when you’re having an orgasm. Fortunately, it’s only a man they’re operating on.

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.

Fatale attraction

Normal service is now resumed. And I can use the letter ‘i’ and everything.

Impalas! Intrepid! Vicissitude! Inimitable! Mississississississipipipipitipie!

Oh god, that felt good.

On we go.

It’s not a good idea to make her cross.

That’s right, Dave. Stand up for yourself, mate.

Oh, it’ll be OK. Everyone has to start somewhere. Big whip, huh? Small room…

I asked my SO for a regular date to be fixed for my masturbation day. She chose 29th February.
She can be cruel like that.

Yeah, don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s her job.
(joke copyright the Addams Family movie. It’s better when Angelica Houston says it.)

Yes, I’ve experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously.

I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.

Women, eh! Never satisfied.

I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree?

Lucky, lucky us.

I yam what I yam

… and I thought what I yam was a beta male, but apparently not. It turns out, I am an omega male:

Omega animals are subordinate to all others in the community, and are expected by others in the group to remain submissive to everyone. Omega animals may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.

Ah, let me be her outlet for frustration…

Yes, Ma’am.

Not a beta – you see?

Actually, good rough sander will have much the same effect – and it would be a lot cheaper. Fun, too.

I’m sure she’ll think of something.

There’s always a bit left over.

Some of them want to abuse you

…and the rest don’t really, but they’ll probably have a go if there’s nothing else to do.

Anyway, you need to go to bed early so you can get up in time to do all your chores, right?

If you survive the mixing process, you’ll be encased in concrete forever. What’s not to like?

Just routine. Nothing to worry about.

Actually, I had a similar experience a year or so ago. My doctor put me on a course of pain-killers, just before I was due to visit my Significant Other. A bit pointless, really.

It’s partly that he doesn’t see new people very often, of course.