Category: femdom

Coming out

You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet.  I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste.  I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch.  Just lucky, I guess.


Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now?  You up for that?  Great.

The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard.
 
 
Cruella, from many many years ago.  But still one of the best photo sets ever.  The accompanying story was even about castration, you know.  Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor.
 

 

The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex.  In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it.

 
 

She’s right, you know.  Women are, you see.
 
 
 
Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh…
 

Taking his name


Oh – there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, about
the wedding.  You see,  Alan and I have agreed that I’ll take his
surname, when I’m his wife.  So your
brand will be wrong – I’ll be EMR, not EMW. 
We’re going to have you have you branded again.

Yes, I know.  If it’s
any consolation, I think it’s a bit unnecessary too.  When I told Alan your branded initials would
be wrong, I was really just making a light-hearted comment.  I didn’t think he’d insist on changing
them.  But you know what he’s like.

Hmm?

Yes, that’s the problem. 
I mean, you just can’t brand a R over a W. 
It wouldn’t look right.  I tried on paper, and it just always looked really forced.  So we’ll
burn a blank over to erase your old one completely, and then have EMR freshly branded
underneath.

Sure – you’ll have a kind of blank rectangle burnt into your
skin.  But that’s OK.  Alan doesn’t mind.  The main thing is you’ll have your new brand just under.

 

 

Oh stop crying. 
You’re lucky you’re not getting EMR-W!  That would be even more painful, wouldn’t it? 
I’d suggested hyphenating our last names.  But Alan’s a bit old fashioned.  Doesn’t really believe in feminism.  So, I’ll be EMR, and it’ll say that on my credit cards and my passport – and on your left buttock.  Actually, I’m kind of glad he insisted.  It makes me feel very secure, as if by carrying his name around with me I’m holding his hand.  I know it’s not very feminist, but I’m just not a very feminist girl, really.  Alan’s made me realise that.    That’s one of the reasons I love him, actually.

What?  No, of course we can’t do EMW-R!  Alan got cross enough when I suggested hyphenating with his name first!  He’s not going to have you branded with my initial first, is he?  Honestly, you can be so insensitive sometimes! 

You’re getting away lightly at the moment, anyway, you know.  I’m just waiting for him to realise that all our property
belongs to both of us.  If he
does, maybe he’ll want his initials on you too. 
But he hasn’t said anything yet, so fingers crossed – OK?  Just our little secret. I know it really hurts, so I don’t want you to have to face any more irons than absolutely necessary, OK?

Sure.  I won’t say a thing.

Oh – and Alan left some shirts to be ironed – and he wants his shoes polished.  Something else to get used to, I guess!  It’s going to be strange for you, having a man to run around after as well as me.  Strange for both of us – I’ll have to get used to not being the only one in charge.  You know he’s already offered to spank you, if I’m too tired some time?

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.

Put your lovin’ hand out baby

It’s what she says when my hand’s been doing a bit too much lovin’.  I just say ‘Yes Ma’am’.

The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I’m sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies.  Except her clients, obviously.
 

 

Perhaps these things should come with instructions.
 

 
 

Sounds like a win-win.
 
 
 
Actually it arrived two days ago.  Come on – you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she’s going to be very cross.
 
 

 

That’s very considerate of her, isn’t it?  They’re not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know.

Like a christian fearing vengeance from above…

…I don’t pretend to know what you want, but I offer love. 

(trigger warning: vanilla link.  For no obvious reason, I’ve always thought of the song as rather D/S… but I think that of many things).

 
 

 

Don’t worry if you’re still confused.  Things will be made clear.
 

 

I think that’s disgraceful.  Just because we’re submissive doesn’t mean ladies can treat us like doormats, can they?  Well, I mean, obviously, if a lady like one of these wanted to treat me literally as a doormat, that would be fine, wiping her muddy boots across my back, but erm… OK, maybe they can then. 
 

 

And you prefer not being gay too, don’t you, so it sounds like you and Master Mark are very compatible!
 

 

Get another one, of course.  There’s plenty.  Hello!  Ma’am?  Over here!
 
 

 

I offer love… this is one of the most Significant of the Others in my life.  Lady Sophia Black is simply wonderful.

Taking it slowly at first


Darling, I’ve been thinking about what you told me on
Saturday.  About your need to be…
dominated.  Sexually.


Look.  I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.  It was just…a bit of a shock, you know?  It’s not really something I know a lot about, and it just sounded kind of weird and scary… and I guess I just didn’t want to hear that this was happening.  That this wasn’t really my husband saying these things.  You know?

But…I went to look at those web sites you suggested. And a few
more.  And… well, you know, it’s really
not my thing.  Really, really not.  But, darling, you’re my husband and I love you.  And if that’s what’s going
to make you happy, I think we should try it.

Oh darling, calm down.  It’s OK.  Really it is.

Only…it’s all very new to me, so you’ll have to be patient
with me at first, OK?  I don’t think I
can do all of it.  Not straight away.  I mean like dressing
up in leather and rubber and stuff like that. 
I don’t think I can do that.  We don’t have to, do we?

Great.  Because that’s
a bit too much for me.  Maybe later.  When I’m used to it.

But I was reading about these husbands who dress up in
maids’ outfits and do all the housework. 
That seemed all right.  Shall we try that?  And I’m supposed
to punish you if it’s not done to my satisfaction, right?  With a cane or something?

Or a paddle.  Sure –
whatever.  I’m OK with that.

Oh – and financial domination too.  I could do that, I think.  We’d get your company to pay your salary into
my account, and I’ll control all the money – keep a tight rein on your
spending.  Maybe give you an allowance
each week; or just make you ask me if ever you want to buy anything.  Cane you if you spend any money without my permission.

“Or paddle”?  For that one as well?  OK, sure.  Doesn’t have to be a cane, I suppose.  Not every time.
 
I read a lot about financial domination.  It does sound kind of fun, actually.  So we can do that.

Anyway, erm…I’ve drawn up a ‘slave contract’.  With stuff about the housework and finances
and the punishment thing.  (I’ve written
‘cane’ actually, in the section about punishments, but we can make that ‘cane or paddle’ if you like.)  And cuckoldry – that’s a very femdom thing
too, right?  So you’ll enjoy that.  It’ll be better for me, too,
because you’ll be in chastity, and that way I don’t have to keep unlocking you
and locking you up again every time I want to make love.

But no more than that, at first, OK?  Just so we can take it slowly, for me.  I’ve included in the contract the right of
Mistress to change the terms anyway, so we can maybe put in a few more things as I
get more confident with it.

Shall I print the contract out now?  So we can sign?  I’ll add that thing about the paddle first.
 
 

Stop your sobbing


She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often.  She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you?
 

 

It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that.  Still, she could probably play around a bit.  I mean, it’s only fair.  And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key.
 
 
 
She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair.
 
 

 

Women, eh?  There’s always one more thing, isn’t there?
 
 

 

Pesky Geneva Convention. 

So bandwagon!  Much out-of-date meme.  Many comic sans (sorry Steve!).

Just a short one

 

Oh darling, there was a telephone call for you earlier.  One of those lifestyle surveys that
advertisers use.  I said we weren’t interested and you were busy
doing your chores, but they were very insistent.  Apparently, you’re an important demographic
for them.  Goodness knows why.  So I said I’d answer for you, so they won’t
keep calling back, you know.

Let me see now… what did they want to know?  They asked about hobbies so I said cleaning, ironing
and cooking.  They asked about your sex
life, so I told them you didn’t have one. 
They asked if there were any purchases that you always make sure you
never run out of, so of course I said tampons, because you know how cross I get
if you don’t have them ready for me.  Oh
– and they asked about disposable income so I said you get five pounds a week
in pocket money if you’ve been good.

They lost interest after that, I think, because they just
finished up the survey and rang off.

 
 
Sorry that was so disappointingly short.
 
Wow – I just had a really overwhelming sense of deja vue!  Because I’m sure I’ve typed that exact same sentence before.   But I think this is the first time I’ve posted such a short story as a stand-alone item, so I’ve no idea when that can have been.  Isn’t that weird!  Do you ever get that?
 
Oh well. I expect it’ll come to me.

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.

Secret admirer


 


Oh darling, before we start playing – here’s something you’ll
like.

You have a secret admirer! 
No, really.  You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago?  Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff.  And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.

It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff.  Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing.  She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories.  There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice.  And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.


Yeah, I know.  Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I?  I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example.  It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them.  The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you.  It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs.  She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake.  But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.

I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself.  It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.

How did I find it?  Oh, I don’t know.  Just playing around on the Internet.  There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?

Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy!  Pretty exciting, huh?  Maybe I should be jealous of her!

If it really is a her.

You ready now?  I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.