find out what you mean to me – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

And do you really fear that you might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall

The European female she’s here. Warning: safe for work and contains scenes of a non-sexual nature. Warning 2: yet another expression of Servitor’s fixation on 1980s British soft punk. But then so’s this.

It can get quite hard on the knees, especially when playing outdoors. But apparently she’s OK with that, so it’s not a problem.

I expect she’ll soon get on to the ‘different’ ways in which he does please her. I was once told by a girl that she liked me ‘but not in that way’. When I pressed her on what she meant, she thought a bit and realised that actually, on reflection, she didn’t like me in any way. Thank goodness we cleared that up, it could have got quite embarassing.

Cheaper too, particularly given the economical approach she takes to feeding him. Which also cuts down dramatically on household food waste, which our Western societies are finding to be an increasing problem.

Women get turned on by intelligent men, you know. Unfortunately (for us), they also get turned on by intelligent women and unintelligent men and both of those are in the majority in their sex.

Funny little bendy cane! Thank goodness it’s not going to hurt.

When things are looking good there’s always complications

(but the song is actually about a car)

Don’t worry, it’s still quite fresh.

You don’t want Kitten to get cross again. Kitten has very sharp claws.

Oh well. Arguably ‘lightening the mood’ isn’t really appropriate at the start of a strict disciplinary session anyway. Better just get on with it.

She could try telling him it’s kinder this way, but that wouldn’t really be true.

No, not ‘talking it through’. I mean, she does still intend to talk it all through. But only after putting her brilliant idea into practice, when he’s in a more receptive mood.

Mocking the weak

Some scenes we’d like to see.

Reminds me of my very first date… the girl I was with kept on comparing my penis size with that of this other guy she knew. Or maybe she’d never met him before… I don’t know actually. He was a bit embarrassed about the whole situation, but she offered him a blow job so he went along with it.

Now you are an grown man and have put childish things behind you. Haven’t you?

There are lots of things I’m better at than I am at sex. In fact, almost an infinite number.

Oh I don’t know. Seems to me to have done pretty well. Anyway, you never know, they might get back together now they’ve found a modus vivandi.

Plenty of orgasms in that household. Does one more or less per month really make that much of a difference?

Sustained abjection

She loses track. Does it matter?

Oh dear, I hate to see women using their sexual wiles to swindle some poor chap. Why not learn an honest trade like findomming and just take his money in exchange for the privilege of being openly mocked or simply ignored? Then they’d be using their talents to contribute something to society, you know?

He must be very grateful.

Safety first – sure,everybody knows that’s rule number one in BDSM play, but what’s less often remarked is how important it can be in non-consensual revenge torture too.

People’s definitions of physical sexual intercourse vary. I use my body to pleasure the lady in my life by writhing around in agony, screaming, occasionally losing minor body parts and so on. Is that ‘sexual intercourse’, strictly speaking? Does it really matter how we define the activity, as long as she enjoys it and no harm is caused to anyone who matters?

The truth will set you free

…so it’s lucky there isn’t much of that in this blog.

One advantage of their lifestyle is that there won’t be any silly divorce arguments over who owns the property, as that was settled a long time ago.

I used to have a domme who was very into impulse purchases – she’d just see something in a shop and decide she had to have it, then and there. All sorts of stuff – gadgets that didn’t really do anything useful, clothes she never even wore… if it had been her own money she was spending, it would have been rather worrying.

Men have little idea of the discomfort women go through, but it’s worth trying.

Ah… how sweet. She still assumes her clients expect to be allowed to come.

As my SO likes to point out: if I were any good at being a responsible decision-maker, I wouldn’t have signed an agreement giving a sadist the right to do anything she likes to me. So it’s much better if she takes all the decisions. And I can’t argue with that.

A few bad men

Let’s hope she learns from this little conundrum. An espresso machine prepared and ready to go just within button-pressing reach of a pilloried hand and she can have her aching, tearful, regretful husband and a freshly brewed cup, both at the same time.

Most of the choices I face are no-brainers, which all the women who have ever known me would probably agree is just as well.

Princess Kali, there – lovely and an accomplished author too.

She could even theme your confession with the outfit by putting the lasso of truth around you. That would be a nice, gentle start to what is about to happen.

Let’s hope the greeting ritual she chooses is number 17. I’m particularly good at that one.

Come on… you’ve got this. Two pawns down is nothing – you started with ten of them, right? Something like that. Try moving one of the little horsey ones.

Beauty and some beasts

In some great literature, the characters form lasting attachments. In snip-lit, it’s usually the opposite.

It’s good that he’s supporting her artistic development – and she his.

Trevor’s the one on the left. You might think, looking at him, that he’s made quite a few ‘noble gestures’ lately, but in fact it’s just that his work shift on the treadmill happened to coincide with Madame Sarka’s turn to be overseer.

Or it might not. It’s really not going to affect things either way, to be honest.

I think it’s horrible when people abuse riding crops by using them on horses.

Never say never again

Please? Please don’t say that. I’ll be good, I promise. I –

Its ridiculous really. If she wants a curvy cock, what does she think this is, neatly tucked away in the tube around my scrotum? Women, eh?

He’ll be thanking her particularly fulsomely.*

Maybe I could have sex in the fields? When the weather’s a bit warmer, obviously.

I wonder what the question was… Honestly, who writes these things? Why be so obscure?

And new things about bears. I’ve heard they shit in the… anyway, I’m sure you’ll have a very interesting time.

* ‘Fulsome’ is a word often mis-used to mean ‘complete’ or ‘enthusiastic’ when in fact it means ‘excessively flattering or insincerely earnest’. I once emailed a domme I was visiting, expresing my ‘fulsome’ thanks for my treatment in our last session, to be greeted next time by a Mistress holding a dictionary and a cane.

Excruciatingly pleasurable

Why bring up painful old memories? She seems nice… maybe it’s time for a fresh start?

Oddly enough, I never experienced corporal punishment as a child. My SO says we have to make up for lost time, and she’s probably right. She usually is.


Why do my dates always end up like this?

Traditional country sports went through a bit of a low patch in the years between the Foxhunting (Prohibition) Act and the Sexual Offences (Remedial and Preventative Measures) Act, but they’re now more popular than ever, even though men aren’t allowed to take part. As riders, I mean.


Oh dear. She’s right, you know. I am a very, very bad person. Fortunately, this very evening I am visiting someone to whom I have given a lot of money to beat me for my sins. So that’s all right.