femdom – Page 165 – Contemplating the divine

Too much mercy… often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second

A quote there from Agatha Christie. Sounds like my kind of lady!

On we go…

Amusingly, sometimes out there they lose all feeling because of the cold. No matter how many welts and bruises are inflicted – they don’t feel a thing! And it’s so funny then, when they’re brought back inside and warmed up.

Rather thoughtless of Karen, I must say. No wonder she’s on her fourth marriage already.

Plenty of time overnight to think about what you’re going to say about this in the morning. Sleep well.

I think a little extra tribute next time might be in order, mmm?

I once went on this date, with a girl who just kept on telling me how inadequate I was compared to ‘Karl’. It was awful – all, ‘Karl has a bigger cock’ and ‘Karl doesn’t have any problems getting hard’. Honestly, I don’t know who was the more embarassed; me or him.

Boundaries

Another one that was just too long (ironically, enough, given the theme) for a caption.

…and I was thinking it would make things easier for both of
us, you see? Because I know how
frustrated you get, locked up in that thing,
So if you only have half as many balls, you ‘ll probably only want to
come half as often. And it’s better for
me too, because I won’t have to keep unlocking you every few months.

The penectomy? Well
that’s just cosmetic. I just thought we
could get you tidied up down there.
Make it a lot shorter.

Well, sure, I know I’ve always said it’s too short already. But I mean it is too short for penetration and
stuff like that. But you’re never going
to need it for that again, so we might as well cut it back a bit.

How much? How much of what?

Oh, I see. Well, as long as there’s enough there for you
to grab on to when I unlock it, I suppose. An
inch…maybe a bit more?

No, not an inch
off, silly. An inch left.

Hmmm?

Well, that’s why I’m talking to you about it. Our contract’s very clear that I can’t have
you castrated without consent. I meant
it then and I meant it now. I’d like you
to do this willingly, I really would. I
know it’s better for both of us.

Oh.

OK. Well, I’m sorry
you feel that way about it. I really
am. Maybe if you think about it a bit
longer, we can…?

Uh huh. Well, if you’re
going to be like that I guess there’s nothing more to talk about.

Only, I have been thinking about it, you see. And I’ve been reading that contract we
signed. And I think you’ll find it
defines ‘castration’ as removal of the slave husband’s balls. Plural.
Not ball – balls. And it says
nothing about your cock, just that I can’t subject you to anything that removes
your ability to function sexually, without consent.

And with your one ball, and your one-inch cock (and after
that little tantrum, you can forget about getting anything more than an inch,
buster!), your little messing can still happen.
Whenever I decide it’s OK.

So, I’m afraid this is going to have to be one of those
things that the mistress decides and the slave husband just has to accept. And I’ve already made the booking and paid a
deposit anyway.

Hmmm? Oh, Wednesday I
think. Or was it Thursday? Bring me my diary – it’s in the hall.

He is contented thy poor drudge to be…

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

No want of conscience hold it that I call

Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.

…and about to become rather an exciting one!
On the left, Domina Heelena and on the right, Mistress Arella. Sisters, I believe. And in the middle, down below, you.

Don’t worry. If you don’t have time to finish them all by your next visit, I’m sure she won’t mind at all.
This is Domina Liza, in case you are feeling adventurous or very, very guilty.

Mmmm…breathplay. Shame it has to end, really.

Oh go on. Wives always love it when their husbands take an interest in their hobbies.

These magnificent creatures are from Planet Femdom. And so are the ladies.

Cruel and usual punishment

Don’t you think it’s odd? That men who say they regard women as superior, also believe that being treated like women is humiliating? Isn’t that weird? I mean I feel like that. And I’m not weird. Odd, like I said.

I don’t really believe in horoscopes anyway. “You will visit a pro-domme, and be made to dance to k-pop wearing a pink tutu while Mistress and her friend laugh at you, and then make you eat cold courgettes with curry powder.” I mean, it’s just generic stuff that could apply to everyone, right?

It’s a good thing we like being treated with contempt, nicht wahr?

You’d better read the whole thing through, because I’m sure she’ll have got ‘minuscule’ wrong, and she usually forgets there are two ‘p’s in ‘disappointing’.

Actually, you don’t really even have to ask. If she hasn’t already bought it for you, you probably don’t really need it, do you?

Spring break

Finally, Spring is here and not before time! About this time in the very first year of my marriage, my wife shyly confessed that she’s always fancied the idea of going on spring break – a week of hedonism and sex by the sea. I was a bit reluctant at first, but as usual, she got her way.

It’s become quite an annual routine in our marriage – and it does give me a chance to give the house a really good spring cleaning while she’s away.

Argh! Don’t you just know that in a few hour’s time, a really good answer to that question will just pop into your head! But by then it’ll be much too late. Always the way, isn’t it? This is the awesome Mistress Vixen, of course.

Well? Come on! As she’s made such an effort to look nice, and someone’s died horribly as a result, I think the least you can do is pay her a little compliment on her appearance? Hmm?

Yes, femdom medical play can be a bit unimaginative. The other day, my Significant Other broke my arm,and when I joked that this was a perfect time for medical play, I was up in the harness having a rectal examination before I knew it! And when I said I didn’t think it was working, she broke my other arm! Dommes, eh? Gotta love ’em.
(Mistresses Sidonia von Bork and Nina Birch of the English Mansion. They might not be able to cure you, but they’ll certainly have a go.)

Brno’s not that far. A couple of hours, at most. It can be a bit hard to find a locksmith at the weekend, though.
Image from OWK and quite possibly Mistress Karma, although I’m not sure I could swear to that, even under torture.

Ah, the joys of summer.

Holy terror

Pray for mercy…but maybe not just yet.

…and heaven help you if they don’t add up to 48.

Don’t worry, though – she retains some rights. If they want to cause any permanent physical damage, they have to seek her permission first – and you’ll be allowed to beg her for mercy.

Let’s hope she doesn’t stay cross for long.

I don’t know about you, but I’m always forgetting my permit. It makes my wife so cross – you know, she said then next time I get put in the pound, I can just stay there for a week or two as far as she’s concerned! She is funny…

Don’t forget to tell her how fabulous you think she looks, and give her a kiss for good luck, before you go back to your lonely little apartment and switch on the computer.

School bullying

Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life part 2 (of rather too many).

I guess it won’t surprise regular readers of this blog to learn that I was bullied at school. It was rather traumatic actually, still something I can’t really face properly when I look back upon it. There was this gang of older girls at break-time, and they’d take my lunch money, and beat me up, and pull my trousers down and spank me… and all sorts of frankly quite sexual humiliations. Then one day they refused to take the lunch money any more, so it all had to stop. They never told me why, never told me what had changed. A heartbreaking moment.

SNIFF!

OK, on with the therapy.

You’d think that having biology teacher as their test subject would have helped, but he never made one useful suggestion the whole time. Just cried, and pleaded – that sort of thing. Very disappointing.

They later got married! True story.

Oooo! Do you think they’re planning some sort of surprise for him? What fun!

I used to find these big decisions really difficult, so it’s great not being allowed to take them any more.

A new femdom fetish meme: dommes feeling humiliated. Really, you don’t want to stand too close to one.

Little things that make her laugh

Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life (Part 1 of rather too many).

I have to say, it was very disappointing, on my first date with Alice, that she not only laughed at my manhood, she pulled out a ruler and insisted on measuring it, right then and there. I just think that was a bit unnecessary, you know, especially on a first date like that. And quite apart from the humiliation it caused me, I think it was pretty unfair to spoil the evening for all those other diners. I still haven’t been back to that restaurant.

Ah well. On with more of this:

Ahhh. Isn’t that sweet?

Well, she doesn’t always bother to tell him about it, not the detailed causes anyway. She’s just looking to share the pain, not for any suggestions he could come up with. It’s a Mars/Venus thing, you know?

Let’s hope she doesn’t go home with someone this time, as the nights can get pretty uncomfortable. As long as no one at the club tries to pick her up, you should be all right, though.,

My mother always used to say that, when I was growing up. And when I discovered girls, in my teens, I understood what she meant.

Well, that’s very kind of her, isn’t it? Very understanding. Not like Alice. Remember Alice? It’s a blog post about Alice…

Hidden new post

Blogger took down one of my early postings, because of copyright violation, but as I don’t know which picture was the naughty one, I’ve created a completely new posting with five new captioned errr…images of female domination (obviously). I need a posting there, because this is the one all the search engines seem to find.

So – go here for today’s indulgences.

Oh – and here’s a pretty picture, so we still look good in links lists:

Divine retribution

Do not seek to question it.

It’s funny how you sometimes feel let down after a birthday, don’t you think? As if there should have been more to it, somehow? Oh well – there’s always next year. In you go.

Yes, let’s get it sorted.

Still am, I’m afraid to say. Ow!

And she’s used to getting what she wants.

Easy to confuse the two. Wouldn’t it be awful, though, if you visited a beautiful young professional lady for an intensive CBT session, then found yourself spending the next two hours putting positive feelings into practice?