femdom – Contemplating the divine

A surprising facility for pain

Essentially the title is purely descriptive: we are back (after waking up woozily, dangling upside down, swaying around sickeningly as the abduction van tackles the winding country lanes) in the Facility. It’s a woman-owned, woman-run business that provides an ideal country break. Women can relax here, while men can get away from the stresses and cares of their everday lives to experience stresses and cares that are so, so much worse, for as long as their sponsors decide to keep them there.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.

I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re *male*? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.

Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.

They also serve, who only kneel and pay.

They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.

He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.

She walks in beauty, like the night

She’s right, of course (as women do tend to be in my experience). You can only feel frustrated while you retain hope.

Many rich man marrying younger second wives worry that they’ll be reckless with money, but in this case it does look as if he’s married someone capable and willing to exercise strict financial control.

Of course there’s nothing wrong with a sissy having opinions, as long as they are sensible opinions derived from someone else – someone without intellect-destroying Y-chromosomes.

The problem is, she’s a perfectionist, but really, why *should* she have to give up on the ideal of perfection? Looks to me like she’s determined to keep trying, despite these setbacks, which I find admirable.

Typical selfish male behaviour on maggot’s part, there, not even managing to remain alive despite the two ladies having a clear use for him at least for the next hour or so. But as things turned out, the resulting photo-shoot went really well – in fact they resolved to use dead slaves more often, as they’re less annoying.

A classic from Cruella. And you can now download the originals, the stories in which are no less deliciously dismissive and brutal than my caption. Wonderful stuff.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

More anachronous anecdotes.

It’s natural that with a young Queen, a few things should change to reflect her deeply-held whims. I suppose the system’s not enormously democratic, but when you look around at some of the leaders we elect, is that really so bad? Of course we need to get rid of all that nonsense about male succession.

They might need to comfort each other later, in private. Ladies on this blog often do, after suffering the ordeal of having to observe a male receiving a well-deserved thrashing.

The trouble is, how to know when to speak? In my experience, ladies’ killing rages can last a while and it’s not always obvious from their demeanour.

You might think that a lowly governess would be quite unprepared for a role in which she needs to command the respect of local society but in this – as in many things, dear reader, as you are almost certainly male – you’d be wrong.

He went to a school with a ‘modern’ approach to discipline, so it’s good he’s marrying a wife with a very different outlook on life.

Taskmistresses

Money discussions can often be the most difficult and painful things a relationship has to cope with to a relationship. I’m grateful to my SO, because she has found a way to ensure we never have to discuss money at all.

I used to have delusions of adequacy, but these days I know my limits.

He might prefer being screamed at in Czech, but I’m afraid Mistress Morrigan Hel and Goddess Sophia speak his language – and would like to hear his appreciation in it. Doesn’t their hair look lovely in the sun? And don’t their boots? And their attitudes?

She enjoys the slapping of course, but waking up next to a loved one with painful bruises on his face and welts all over his body is the true value of the relationship, for her.

These are my principles. If you don’t like them (and you are female) I have others.

At her…

feet
beck and call
convenience
command
disposal

… choose your own ending. Or ask someone from a more competent sex to choose for you.

She’s a firm believer in forgiveness, once the necessary corrective measures have been taken.

I myself have never paid for sex. Quite the opposite, if anything.

Maybe he enjoys obsessing about it. Let’s hope so because I suspect he’ll be doing a lot of that.

I can’t imagine why she thinks she needs her hockey stick – it’s not as if the teacher’s likely to change his mind about any of his decisions, even if she gives him a demonstration.

Maybe she was a little dismissive, but there are global news organisations in the room. Not every day a supermodel shares a new bra and they have front pages and newsflash segments to fill.

Clever Mistress Eleise knows lots of magic tricks. A male ego can be made to disappear forever, for instance, with nothing more than a simple raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile.

A harsh Mistress

Another science fiction special. I have a lot of unpublished captions for SF themes… also a lot for the Jane Austen style historical ones (that’s next Sunday – sorry, I know you don’t get to see a lot of tit and bum in those, but you don’t make the rules, maggot). It’s almost as if I’m avoiding the present day, as being something depressing or alarming… can’t imagine why.

Anyway, several tales of a brighter, if crueller, tomorrow.

The robot-looking ones are feeling particularly foolish – or would be if they could – having discovered they are entirely superflous to the conquest and enslavement of humanity. Well… the less intelligent half of it, anyway; they were planning to leave the other half alone as too scary to mess with.

Wow… that’s a scary thought. Imagine having to find your own food, instead of having it spooned out into your bowl by a kind owner.

Being tied up in the lassoo or truth, he can’t really protest that he isn’t a pervert. By the way: apparently, the lasso doesn’t force you to speak… but if you say nothing, you’d remain tied up by Lynda Carter forever. How awful that would be… unimaginable.

One advantage of defaulting to severe humiliation femdom play is there’ll be no awkwardness when she needs to regurgitate that food.

When she discovers there’s no female actually in charge, the solution will be obvious to her. Thank goodness.

I’ve done quite a few of these, just click on the science fiction tag. The guy making these calls seems to have had a hand in making almost all of the most significant genre movies of the past fifty years – quite an achievement.

Harsh untruths

“As long as it takes”, usually. Sometimes longer.

What are you waiting for? It’s rare to find a kinky costume that actually turns a woman on. Think how much closer this is going to bring the two of you.

And don’t worry if you have any concerns about her ‘three or four little changes’ – if there’s even one word that you want to change, she’s quite happy to leave the whole idea for now and give you as long as you like to come around.

Later on – with a lot of effort – they put him in the cage. That finally got him to their desired weight, without any more effort on their part, although it took quite a while.

It’s odd how many of the lesbian slavegirls on this blog seem to have an obsession with male genitalia. But I just posts what I sees.

Not entirely a surprise but he was at least hoping Nata would toss him off herself.

Paradox girl, mighty woman,you are the thing that terrifies them.

Don’t worry, she’ll adhere strictly to the conditions in the contract you just signed. You did read it, right?

It’s understandable: most operations on males don’t require anesthetic.

Next time she might try just not turning up. Testing your limits… you see?

No animals were or will be harmed in the making of this torture-snuff caption.

That is a good mnemonic: works for lots of things.

Fortunately they were able to use agency photos to illustrate the article as the camera-sissy’s hands were shaking too much with shy excitement to do justice to Mistress Kate’s flowing locks.

OKINMPK

(Our Kink Is Not Most People’s Kink).

More posts to remind us all how desperately dull life would be were it vanilla-flavoured.

The lady kindly helping her slave overcome his irrational fear of water, through his entirely rational fear of her, is the divine Heather.

…and while we are on the subject of divine favour, the fabulously beautiful goddess to the right is not Goddess Sophia (who is wonderful) but the also wonderful but sadly retired Lady Sophia Black.