femdom – Page 162 – Contemplating the divine

Turning the other cheek

Oo-er sounds a bit rude, don’t you think? It has often struck me (oo-ERR!) how often random Google searches for words and phrases about punishment and humiliation lead to religious sites, as well as to bdsm ones. I wonder why? Anyway, penance is due so on with the divine scourging:

Words fail me. Probably just as well.

I love it when you start up a fight…and I love it when the fight ends your way.

Always carry the card. You never know when you’ll meet a knife-wielding man-hating psychopath in a rubber dress.

The impossibly divine Ms Darla. She doesn’t have to actually do or say anything. The look is enough.

She’s amazingly good at orgasm denial, actually. She can keep it up for months. Maybe longer!

The quality of mercy

Much more important than the quantity. Don’t you think? Worth waiting for. At least, I assume it will be.

Anyway, while I randomly gibber over here, condemn yourselves to eternal damnation by feasting your eyes – and any other parts of your body that need sustainance – on these captioned images of female domination.

I’m not really myself into foot worship. But I do love pics of dommes looking bored. And foot pics are definitely the place to go for that. I mean, isn’t it a bit, well… tedious for the domme? No? Slobber slobber…for hours on end. But hey – I respect your choice of fetish, OK? Me, I hate it when She makes me worship Her feet. I get really uncomfortable. Oh, but I love hating it like that.

There was a tense period when it looked as though she would have to produce a body to get the funds released, but just when she’d got the suicide note written, her lawyer found a precedent for a fast declaration without. Phew! She still has the note, of course. Just in case.

It’s always funny when she starts. They think she means chew them a bit and they mostly get turned on by the humiliation, you know? Then they find out that she does actually mean eat them – and it is really hard to eat a pair of trainers. Good news, though – it’s a lot easier than having Madame Sarka annoyed with you. So eat up.

Hmmm. This looks fun. I wonder if she has anything special she does before getting you off?

You weren’t expecting a multiple orgasm, surely? Once is plenty. Actually, many ladies think once is too much and who am I to argue?

The word of command

“No!”, usually.

Huh! And she accuses you of being a gadget freak! Never goes anywhere without that remote, these days.

So much more fun than silly old ‘naughty maid’. And the marks last a lot longer too.

Actually, the embarassment comes from the fact that she didn’t realise there’s only one ‘o’ in loser when she did it. But I’d be too polite to point that out – wouldn’t you? Still, better than this guy I used to know who became enslaved to an eighteen year-old. He is branded with the word “Pwned!” – doesn’t it just make you cringe?

Frankly, I think it’s a bit lazy not to do it herself. Ooops – you won’t tell her I said that?

I was reading the crush version of Metamorphosis the other day. It’s shorter than Kafka’s original.

Crawling out of the woodwork

Here I go again:

Dread. A fine healthy emotion, that I always find sneaks up on me as the Tube train gets to a few stations away from Her presence.

They might do some remodelling work on the bits of his face that still show, too.

They never really got the point of card tricks either. Pick a card, slave! No – wrong! 30 lashes! Now pick another!

Oh he loves it really. Just as well, as he has two hours to go.

Just some rough sketches really.

The act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man…

… the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.

Hosea Ballou 1771 – 1852

Crazy name, sensible guy!

On with the pictures of not-nekkid leddies:

Don’t forget to say ang ooo.

On reflection, you were just going to ask if she wanted a nice cup of tea, weren’t you?

Ah the smell of burning rubber, the screams, the sounds of sirens… What’s that? Bad taste? Hey – YKINHK, right?

Hey – don’t knock it. Imagine having a girlfriend who handles mens’ genitals all day for a living. Hmmm?

But later she overdid it and found that his attention disappeared completely. Never mind. Plenty more fish in the sea.

TLC

Tender loving cruelty, that is.

Let’s hope the helpline gets back to her quickly. She doesn’t want a suffocated corpse lying around her flat – again.

Female supremacy means never having to admit youre wrong

Not that it really matters.

Men who find it difficult to see their wives’ points of view should try it – it’s amazing what a few hours of agony can do.

Oh no. Not Sarah. Not again. That’s just not fair. Maybe you should say something?

Thought I’d moved on, didn’t you? Oh no. She haunts my dreams…and my hard drive.

It’s all my fault

Nothing in particular. Just generally.

Come on now. That’s got to be a hard limit. Just look her straight in the eye and tell her you won’t let her.

Actually, fear and trust can go hand in hand to make the relationship fly. Like love and contempt.

Phew. Let’s hope Miss Chalmer is in a kind mood too.

You should be grateful to her for making the effort to control every single aspect of your life.

Aaah… Isn’t that nice. It makes me think of our honeymoon. Raoul was a real pig that whole time, too.

Gently does it

Let me just – ouch – try to settle myself back in this – oooh! – chair, and I’ll just see if I can get some pictures to put up. Sorry. With you in a moment. Just a bit battered and bruised. Thank you, Miss Black.

Ouch. Right then. Got some captioned images here somewhere, lovely fresh ones, ah here we go:

It’s actually a rhetorical question. I’m not even sure there is a right answer, but believe me “Because they’ll be ripped right off and I’ll be left castrated in agony you evil bitch!” isn’t it.

Just for Paltego. He da man.

Isn’t that special?

Occasionally I wonder whether anyone reads these bits wibble wibble lampost

Phobias are funny things, aren’t they?

Kindly humiliation – an underserved niche in the femdom market, I’ve often thought.

Gently brutal

Consent: it’s the most important word in BDSM. Of course Jane will usually say it’s OK – but you should always, always ask.

And yet they’re too small for her boyfriend. What a waste.

I quite enjoy the occasional onesome. It’s just the beating afterwards that bothers me. In fact, I’m reporting tomorrow, so maybe I should watch what I say.

It’s sad that there are still so many people in the economy who have to do such disgusting things for a living. Still, quite a lot of investment bankers have now moved on to other careers, like our friend in this picture.

Men understand men, you see. She’d never have thought of that.

Unworthy thoughts

To those who might argue that ‘HMS Cindy’ doesn’t sound scary enough, I can only say that you haven’t met Cindy when she’s cross…

Speak softly and carry a rattan cane.

Actually, the way the caption starts off is a bit misleading. Mark doesn’t actually have any good days.

So, David’s being done too. That’s David, Michael…and didn’t Anishta have Rajiv done last year? Goodness, you’re almost the only one in the circle of friends still fully intact. There’s a thought to ponder.

Real dominant women love nothing more than to sit around in uncomfortable clothing having their boots made all slimey by being licked. They all like to dress their slaves up as little girls, too. It must be true, I’ve seen it on the Internet.