femdom – Page 160 – Contemplating the divine

Bridal, reins and whip

There’s a theme today. See if you can guess what it is!

Generic Contemplating the Divine post

… with comment immediately after the headline, often referring to unrelated music videos.

Occasional attempt to attract attention from search engines, by spamming words like mistress, femdom, dominatrix and so on. Text in Georgia Medium.

Then some reference to the captioned photos that follow:

Alt label embedded in photo to attract search engines

Additional caption providing comment on or extension of caption theme.

Additional caption providing comment on or extension of caption theme. Quite often, this will contaibn a typo.

Additional caption providing comment on or extension of caption theme.

Short side-comment identifying a known pro-domme and encouraging readers to visit her web site.

Additional caption providing comment on or extension of caption theme.

Normally, the additional caption to a picture of Anne will just consist of some inarticulate cry of adoration.

Occasional additional message to ‘readers’, from Servitor. (NB The word ‘readers’ will often be placed in inverted commas, to imply they are not really reading but just looking at the pictures and masturbating. Unlike many blogs, this one often contemptuously insults its visitors, because it is assumed they share Servitor’s desire for humiliation.)

Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt

She’s the kind of a girl that makes the News of the World
Yes you could say she was attractively built.

(Pictures are unrelated. I just like the song and the idea of linking it to femdom.)

Yes, do try. Fortunately, I had a bit of an off day when writing these captions, so there are no sexy thoughts here. Carry on – it’s perfectly safe.

Of course, you can refuse if you like. But then she’ll stay cross. That’s really not good news.

Lexi Sindel… and some bloke dressed in pink.

Hmmm. Well, I’ll try anything once, you know?

Errr… two and a half? Two and three-quarters… thr… three?

Actually, this isn’t one of mine. It just arrived in my email inbox. I thought I’d share it.

It’s not just Irene

“Well Holmes!” I expostulated as soon as we were ensconced
in the first class compartment, waiting for the train to depart. “You certainly surprised us all this
time! I was quite convinced the
Governess was the culprit”

Holmes nodded wearily.
“A natural mistake to make” he replied, and opened a newspaper as if to
close the conversation.

“I mean, damn it all Holmes” I went on, determined not to
allow him to avoid explanations. “Her
glove was found at the scene of the crime, the rope used in the hanging came
from her sash window, we found the bloodied knife in her room and on top of
everything, Sir Horace had recently changed his will leaving everything to her.”

Holmes put his paper down with some visible
irritation. He seemed to be physically
discomforted, in addition to his usual irascibility.

“Indeed Watson. But
as you know, I had a very long talk with the, erm, formidable Miss Huntingdon
in her schoolroom, and she explained everything to me very clearly. Very clearly indeed. I cannot breach her confidence to explain
why, but there is no question of her guilt.
She was most persuasive.”

And he fell silent as if recalling a vivid memory, then shook his head and shifted nervously in his seat – and instantly, it seems, regretted it, as he
winced in some pain.

“This railway company is a disgrace.” he remarked. “Singularly uncomfortable seats.”

“We could swap” I offered. “Mine is well upholstered.” But he refused with a curter shake
of his head.

“So…” I mused. “Suicide, after all. But Holmes, how ever did Sir Horace hang
himself and stab himself several times, after
tying his own hands behind his back? And
did you ever solve the mystery of the strange marks across his buttocks?”

“The English aristocrat is a remarkably creative animal,
Watson” Holmes remarked. “Damn this seat”
– and he got up, wincing all the way.

“If you’ll excuse me, Watson” he remarked, I think I might
after all not accompany you all the way to London. I cannot abandon Miss Huntingdon, at this
difficult time. To lose her employer and
gain control of a household and vast fortune all in one week like that… the
poor woman will need a man’s guidance. I
shall return to Castle Charingbourne.

And he left the compartment, leaving me to brood with my
thoughts. One day, I decided, I would
make him tell the whole story, even if it had to be sealed for posterity to
learn its secrets at some later date.
But a thought struck me, just as the train began to pull out of the
station, and I lowered the window and called out to the retreating Holmes, who
was standing pensively – but perhaps rather stiffly – on the platform.

“But dash it all, Holmes!
Sir Horace was an unmarried man!
Why employ a governess, if you have no children?”

But he did not – or would not – hear me or look in my direction, gazing instead almost longingly up the hill in the direction
of the great house, with the faintest smile playing across his lips.

You can get more with a harsh word and a whip

… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.

And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway.

I wonder what’s in the box?

Very practical.

Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come.

She has my attention already.

Servitor says: new widget! Try the new lucky dip feature, over to the right there.

Any flavour except vanilla

… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.

Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!

‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she?

You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment.

She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that.

This is the divine Mistress Ezada Sinn, if you didn’t know that already

Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post.

Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay.

Facts are sacred

After being inundated with requests from absolutely nobody, I have decided to publish another batch of completely and utterly true facts about the Other World Kingdom.

So here they are.

Now.

And – as a bonus – not actually an OWKfact but an OWK-themed ‘caption’ as long as a novel:

Surprised by JOI

“Jerk off instructions”?
You want me to give you orders on how to masturbate?

Well…

OK.

First, I want you to get down on your knees. Mmmm…that’s right.

Now, do you see that scrubbing brush? I want you to take hold of it firmly, in your
right hand. Can you do that for me?

Good boy… now crawl
out to the patio. There will be a
bucket. I want you to fill it with
water, and then I want you – on your knees mind! – to scrub every single paving
stone. And there’s a wire brush out
there too -you can use that to scrape
out the moss and dirt in between the paving stones.

Now I want you to really scrub hard. A nice regular back and forth motion. Out… and back. and OUT…and back. and OUT…and back. Do you think you can do that for me?

Yes, on your knees the whole time. I’ll chain your ankles together to make
sure. If you do it properly, you should
have it done by morning. Stay out there
and wait for me.

And when I’m awake I’ll come outside…possibly wearing my
silk gown. Can you imagine that? Mmmm.

Well then, if I inspect your work, and it’s to my
satisfaction, then I’ll let you beg to pay to be unlocked.

And then, you naughty boy, … if you do all that really, really well…

…and if I don’t need any other little jobs done around the house…

…and if I’m in a really good mood…

… then I’ll let you quickly play with yourself and
come. And then I’ll lock you up again
and you can fuck off.

Do you want me to repeat any of the instructions?

Pictures (which frankly render any actual JOI quite unneccessary) are of the wonderful Mistress Absolute, from her web site, where she now has a rather large free gallery.

Giving until it hurts

… and indeed beyond.

Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they?

I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them.

Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed.

Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening.

Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous?

I have to praise her

…like I should.

Don’t forget to scurry. Ball boys should definitely scurry.

Sergei I am not looking forward to.

But seeing as this is Mistress Absolute – the Mistress Absolute – I suspect that can only add to the value, among certain rare connoseurs conouiseirs conosewers, don’t you think?

Domina Liza. I’ll confesss, I don’t know the Lady in person, but I suspect that her attitude to such a request would be along these lines. This caption is intended to comment on the style of femdom photo that I mentally categorize as ‘tits out for the lads’ and try, virtuously, to avoid.

Awww… poor little thing.