forced bi – Contemplating the divine

Subordinate clauses

It’s pay to play. Except when it’s ‘don’t you dare play but pay anyway’.

There were great hopes for the ‘living crash test dummy’ programme, when it was set up, but it turned out to provide data of limited medical usefulness in studying brain damage because of course by female standards, males’ brains are already damaged.

Just like my wedding night… except my blushing bride wasn’t actually in the same room as me.

Thank goodness it’s only a hypothetical question. I don’t object in principle, but can’t she see I’m busy with the ironing?

Oh… I remember this occasion. Such a bad time to sneeze.

Slap me with a splintered ruler

That would be quite ironic, if you think about it.

PS: still having some problems with the spam filter on comments. If you’ve been approved, you’ll be fine, if you’ve asked for approval, try again, you should be on the list.

Don’t worry, she’ll pass some of the money he’s paid on to you – after deducting expenses and her management fee, obviously.

Yet another lady who feels she has been left without any choice. I think she ought to have a bit more self-confidence, don’t you?

After almost a full day of the three-day trial was spent on vigorous cross-examination of the delivery boy, it won’t surprise you to learn there was an appeal for a mis-trial. The Appeal Court upheld her decision, after re-examining the delivery boy and testing the validity of his testimony at length.

It’s actually a very practical fetish to have, in a cold climate anyway.

Madame Katarina is very protective about that jacket – but she also dislikes the sight of male faces, although she’s learnt to just about bear them as long as they are puffy and crying.

Couples often have a hard time learning to accept one another’s pets. Perhaps a goldfish would have been easier.

You have placed a lock around my heart

NB: still having some problems with the spam filter on comments. It has somehow become much stricter and while this blog generally celebrates extremes of strictness, this does seem to be overly restrictive (I can tell it’s not just that no one is speaking to me, because the small proportion of actual scummy spam that usually gets through has gone to zero). I have tried changing the settings and I might do more of that, but the most important thing if you are blocked is to request access, then try again about a day later, as your IP address should then be on the allow list.

There’s always a next month. Just try to remember that.

Actually, the boyfriend’s non-exclusive as Stumpy’s having much more success attracting sex partners than he ever had before he was mounted on a trolley – the sign encouraging punters to use him in any way they like probably helps.

Maybe she can do an in-kind exchange thing. He gives her a discount on the car and in return she takes his money and ignores him. If you have a valuable, marketable skill, you should use it wherever possible.

She’s bad with names. She forgot yours years ago.

She does occasionally feel mean, it’s true.

The lovely Maya Sin, who once made me memorise a French poem while tied hand and foot. She now appears to have retired so no link for you, perves!

Best sushi-eating scene in cinematic history is here.

Divine displeasure

Very different from my SO’s attitude – she likes to hear about how much it hurts.

Bit pointless to book a heavy session and use a safeword anyway. It’s like…. I dunno, going to an expensive restaurant and only eating stale bread with water. I mean, I’ve done that, obviously but…

She’ll definitely tell them off: she’s very cross about what they did. But she has a sweet, forgiving nature, so don’t be surprised if she goes back on her intention to ban all of them except Tony. I mean, that is a lot of cock to deprive herself of, and it’s not as if it was really such a big deal, right? And there’s the question of fairness to them to consider too…

You can have one of his trainers as well, if you fancy a threesome.

It’s ridiculous you can’t have men’s brains fixed to stop them being annoying… seriously annoying, I mean, obviously. We need to fund the NHS properly.

Lots of things to think about… and plenty of time to think, too.

It’s not her fault

It’s yours.

Fortunately she’s not easily embarassed – you can look quite absurd and be made to do lots of humiliating things before she begins to experience the least twinge.

Many women secretly prefer didoes to their male partners’ cocks. My SO is more open about it – says the dildo is even a better conversationalist, quite apart from the sexual aspects in which I’m obviously not a contender at all.

Dream job – and you’ll get to do twice as much of it.

The fivesome’s scheduled for next week, when Lucy’s cousins are in town too.

Gravity will do most of the work. All you have to do is suffer; and that’s easy enough when you’re in pain.

As if this sequence of photos (others from which I unfreely acknowledge I have used before) was not wonderful enough, it actually features twin sadistic Margot Robbies. I mean… why would anyone ever need to make another movie, about anything (except movies starring Mistress Annie, *obviously*).

If wishes were ponyboys

Once again, this blog takes a little break from its usual commitment to hard-core realism to present some fairy tales. Pretty Grimm, I know, but it’s all I’ve got today.

Don’t worry: if she smashes the door, he has alternative accommodation options. She bought a birdcage, before she had the doll’s house furniture idea.

Even tyrannical despots enjoy ‘bring your daughter to work day’.

Frustrate you? Oh, the poor chap. I wonder how long he’ll be left in that condition?

King Jorral’s queen interpreted the promise as meaning that she would continue to sleep in a queen’s bed, and she was absolutely right about that.

Now she’s learning witchcraft, she’s got some plans for Mr Granger, too.

It’s going to be quite odd for the people running heaven when, in about 970 years, the first post-Internet cohorts of mortals start to arrive. ‘Where are all the men?’, they might ask. Although obviously they’re not allowed actually to say the answer.

Inattention seeking

Her book’s much more interesting than you, after all… although now I come to think of it, almost everything is, isn’t it? No, you can just nod quietly: permission to speak is still rescinded.

She offers a very specialised service. Well, I say ‘offers’ – she doesn’t actually give subs the opportunity to refuse.

You probably won’t have many things to talk about anyway, once he realises she doesn’t mind you sucking him off.

You might be surprised they were able when drunk to remember it all to tell the registry people, but of course they could just read it off the tattoo.

Don’t worry: Madame Sarka will realise immediately what really happened and will know it wasn’t his fault. She won’t *care*, obviously, but she *will* know and that should be some comfort at least as she’s beating the crap out of him and screaming abuse at him in Czech.

Unsafe spaces

If you want to experience the thrill of taking risks in public, try disobeying her.

It’s their civic duty, unpleasant though it might be.

Ah… the sadistic new lesbian girlfriend. Always a tricky transition in any sub-male’s life.

Mistresses Hannah and Sarah are unavailable too… odd, that.
The whole N*z* girl thing is actually something of a declining fetish. I understand in America, liberal subs are increasingly requesting dommes to wear red MAGA caps, while conservatives want schoolmarmy types who will force them to state their pronouns. Maybe there’s hope yet, to heal the rift.

Ooh, maybe you’ll get to have sex with her! Or at least, you’ll get to have someone having sex with you, quite near her.

I told my regular domme recently that I’d find it very exciting if she were to spend a romantic evening with another woman, culiminating in lesbian sex, while I was kept in chastity and ignored. Turns out she’d already been doing that for months, if not years! So that’s quite a lot of backdated session fees I owe her.

Canings and crumpets

“We’ll take our tea in the punishment room, Watkins, as I’m afraid His Lordship needs an extended session today. No tea for him of course but do ask Cook to whip up one of her marvellous horseradish enemas, will you?”

More Downton Domination.

Implacably romantic

Ah…. the holidays are over. So much laundry to do, so many ‘thank you for the fuck’ postcards to send to her holiday beaux. But it’s good to be back to abnormal.