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New Year resolutions

To mark the passing of the old year, and the beginning of the new, I decided to ask all of the ladies who regularly appear on Contemplating the Divine to share their New Year resolutions with our ‘readers’.

Most of them just told me to fuck off and die, of course, but here are the contributions from those who did not. Oh – and believe me, when these ladies resolve to do something, it does get done.

Apparently I’m going to have some New Year resolutions too, but She hasn’t told me what they are yet. Quite exciting!

,,,and last but always first in my heart…

All about Eve

New Year’s Eve, that is.

My very best wishes to all my female readers, and let’s hope the new year brings nothing but misery, humiliation, pain and degradation to the others. That way, everyone’s happy.

Don’t miss tomorrow’s extra, bumper, first-of-2013 edition of Contemplating the Divine! It’s all about resolve…

In the bleak midwinter

It’s Christmas! Get on with your chores!

The divine Ms Haberman. Could you possibly want anything else for Christmas? Could you? Oh. Well, you can’t.

Not that “we” get much say in the matter.

OK, rather a bleak caption for Christmas I suppose… but remember – it’s Christmas for him, too. He just doesn’t know it.

You’ll have to apologise to your wife when you next see her, for suspecting her of such an evil plan. Maybe in sign language.

I have no idea who that is, but I hate him with a burning passionate envy that I can barely express. Ahem.

The Rights of Man

They’re somewhat limited, around here, you’ll find. But we like it that way.

Well, you’ll find anyway, as they’re due round for a drink later.

Hmmm. Looks to me like one person’s doing all the work in this relationship.

And she’s got plenty of time to think of some too – she’s not due back until Tuesday.

Should never have lent her that copy of 50 Shades…

Maybe she can share her literary passions with him when they’re married.

Faith, hope and chastity

And the best of these is hope.
SORRY! Sorry. I mean chastity. Ma’am.

Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?

Thank goodness she’s not cross.

Actually, most of the change happened in the first two weeks.

She was keen to explore his ballbusting fantasies too.

Wise husbands know when it’s best not to argue, just to curtsey and get on with the ironing.

Scream nicely, and she might

Oh… and there’s a little extra at the bottom of today’s post. Just a little something.

A day to remember… and then a day you will try desperately to forget.

It’s not as if your parents haven’t seen you cry before, anyway.

I think it’s every boy’s dream. To grow up to do the laundry for a real fighter pilot…

Well…someone who hasn’t paid, for a start.

Gone but not forgotten.

Extra extra!

Now, for those of you who have been sufficently dedicated to ‘read’ down this far, a little treat. Here’s a site I discovered yesterday and I can’t understand why I have never come across it (fnar fnar) before, It’s British, brutal and – well, like Cruella, really. And I do. Like Cruella, I mean.

http://thebritishinstitution.com

Pay site, and the preview pics are a bit small, but there are over 100 decent-quality (very short!) preview vids to watch.

I think it’s great. I don’t normally post links – I leave that to the mighty Paltego – but this site just doesn’t seem sufficiently well known.

Obviously, I don’t have any connection with this site. I don’t have any connection with anything, really.

Here are a few of the (too small!) preview photos:

Off you go, now. Don’t keep the Warden waiting.

Caned to…

(So many possibilities)

…tears?
…perfection?
…amuse her friend?
…help him do a better job of the ironing?
…the sound of The Best of Abba, Vol 2?
…try out a new stroke?
…obedience?
…the sound of girlish laughter?

You decide (if You’re of the superior sex, obviously).

On with the show:

No rush. Take your time. She can even leave you there all night, if you like, and finish off tomorrow.

Well, obviously if you’re going out to dinner, you’ll be swallowing. Really – this doesn’t sound so bad at all, does it?

I used to pay for humiliation sessions, but now what I do instead is just ask ladies I fancy whether they’d like to go out for a drink with me. It’s a lot cheaper.

Whatever you say, I think she’s going to suggest you wear something a bit skimpier, you know.

I’m sure you can think of a good reason between now and tomorrow’s appointment at the clinic.

Try to see it Her way

Quite a moment here, in your marriage. Because it’s the last time you’ll hear “fetch the canvas bag” without experiencing that stab of fear.

Nothing wrong with a healthy day’s sport. Really, they’re just helping Nature to keep the numbers down.

Another femdom castration caption? Dear me

Hmmm… she’s rather pretty isn’t she? It’ll be fun fantasising about her when you’re lying in bed after your operation. As long as your throat doesn’t ache so much you’re not feeling in the mood, anyway. Something to look forward to!

Lesbian twosome is the closest youll get

God, it can be agonising waiting for a woman to come sometimes, can’t it? Especially when you’ve started drawing blood. Oh well – better get on with it.

Really, you can scream and beg as much as you like. She doesn’t mind at all.

I have to praise Her

…like I should…

Although to be fair, it takes him even longer. Months, usually.

Oh don’t worry – it’s just a caption, she’s not really that unfeeling. Anyway, she got another one, so it all ended up well.

Marriage – it takes some getting used to. Just deciding to eat whenever you feel like it, thinking only of yourself, entering or leaving a room without permission, owning things – you just have to gradually accept that you don’t do that any more.

One femdom swallow does not a summer...oh Im not going there

Refusng to swallow could turn out to be quite hazardous to your health, though.

Mmmmpphrrrnnnghhhh.

Safe words

“Sorry” is usually fairly safe, I find.

Hmmm…

“Yes Mistress” is generally quite harmless too…

Not sure I know of any others.

Another day, another, err…

I used to think it was a load of nonsense, but then I went on a gender sensitivity course and was surprised to discover just how sensitive parts of my body could become.

I have nothing to say.

Isn’t technology wonderful? Just a few fingers swiped across this simple device and all the household chores are done and there’s an extra €10,000 in her bank account. Amazing.

Nothing wrong with a few visible signs of a good healthy loving relationship.