femdom – Page 173 – Contemplating the divine

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.

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.

Rebel without a clue

She asked me, “What are you submitting to?” and I smirked and said “What have you got?”.

So she hit me.

I like this one. I really do. This is why I caption pictures.

It’s OK, you can scream if you like. She doesn’t mind. Rather likes it, actually, if done with taste.

You should be pleased. Very few men can really make a woman laugh like that.

Toilet slavery and marriage, what a combination

We all have days that feel like that. Harvey’s are just more literal.

You will thank her later, you know.

Contemplating the corner

Tumtitum. Bad servitor. Don’t look over here, just look at the pretty pictures please.

It’s probably because you don’t really feel very grateful. Don’t worry, that’ll come with time and effort. And pain too. Obviously.

What’s the time, Mrs Wolf?

He’s a sensitive man. Very sensitive, right now.

Women riding horses? Frankly the whole thing just strikes me as too perverted for words.

Serves you right, you fat bastard*

* Unless you’re not. In which case it doesn’t.

A sore loser

That’s me.

When I’ve been lucky enough to atone at the feet of my Significant Other, that is. Which hasn’t been for a while. But today’s the day I pollute Her inbox with an email humbly requesting a visit in mid-February. Lucky servitor, always a loser and soon to be sore.

This is the thirteenth picture in a twenty picture photo set. The ones from seventeen up are a bit icky, to be honest.

The life of a film star. It’s not all glamour, you know. And they want the caning reshot from yesterday too.

There’s nothing to be embarassed about. She’s already told most of the people who are going to be there all about your little ‘thing’ that you like to get off to, after all.