forced bi – Page 4 – Contemplating the divine

Think of all the fun I’ve missed

Oh, you can wait, surely? So selfish…

Males often don’t listen properly to women. The best thing, I find, when discussing something important, is to concentrate 100% on listening, not speaking. That way, there’s less danger of a painful misunderstanding.

Accessorise!

I wouldn’t say ‘peaked’ exactly. It continued to rise for a bit, then fell off a cliff, so to speak.

Christmas Special tomorrow on Contemplating the Divine! What’s special about it? Oh, well – the captions are all about Christmas! Like this one, y’know… not that special, I suppose. But then who among us is, apart from the ladies obviously?

Contumelious captions

Older husbands might start to find it hard to bend down every morning (and evening, obviously) for the greeting, but there’s a simple solution, especially after retirement – just stay on hands and knees all day.

Mock away.

If you wiggle about, he’ll probably finish quite quickly.

They know all the tricks. Actually, occasionally the ‘clients’ aren’t faking and are genuinely unconscious, but then if they’re hung up and severely whipped, they can’t feel it and no harm done? Right? Well, OK, technically some harm maybe, but nothing to get bothered about.

Yup. I was asked the other day if I’m sexually experienced and – with all due modesty – I did have to say that I thought the stain on the floor in front of my computer table could speak for itself on that particular score! She looked suitably impressed.

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.

Savage beauty

Don’t worry: it might sound a bit alarming, but they don’t cost much extra – and it’s basically an honour system anyway, she doesn’t make a list of pre-existing marks like a car hire place.

The specific clause in the law that she’s charged with actually refers to ‘sexual services’ and not only is there never any sex, but the ‘service’ is all the other way. So she should be OK.

That would be sweet. Imagine still doing it in fifty years’ time: creaking slowly down to the floor and shakily awaiting the awakening of your angel.

It’s true: you know, they once had to chip out some guy who’d been concreted in almost ten years ago – and he was still alive. His wife hadn’t changed her mind (in fact, she was onto her third husband by then) but the building was due to be demolished so she paid to have him moved. Was he grateful to her for saving his life, though? Honestly, the fuss he made when the concrete began to pour! He’d obviously learned nothing from all those years he had for reflection – no wonder the marriage hadn’t worked out.

Specially not when we’re all stwapped down and tewwified.

Brutal honesty

They do say honesty is the basis of every successful romantic relationship – but brutality has its place too.

Don’t worry – she has lots of equipment and techniques to help manage the pain.

They do say small ones have more pain receptors per square millimetre, which is actually quite a turn-on for a lot of ladies.

He’s the foundation of the building just behind her, by coincidence.

Time for the evil – sorry, what? I can’t say that word!

OK, well if the other two are totally straight I guess they won’t need licking clean, for a change, so that’s a bonus.

Keep smiling through

Fans (there aren’t many) of the Downton Domination series here probably, like me, feel a subtle frisson when contemplating the nannies, chaste husbands and simply frightfully modern lesbians who feature in those tales. How can we simply enjoy tales of thrashings, chastity and forced homosexuality among this carefree inter-war generation, knowing the global catastrophe that was to overtake them in a few short years? I don’t know about you, but I for one cannot enjoy a good wank to femdom porn, in the presence of uncertainty about how it relates to the rise of global fascism and the collapse of the false hope of international order founded on the League of Nations.

So today we run the reel of history forward, so to speak, to see the heroism of ordinary women and men – mainly women, obviously – from the darkest days of the Blitz through to the triumph of democracy.

NB: before anyone points it out, yes I realise the same lovely lady appears in several different roles in these images. She is not simultaneously a British secret agent, a headmistress of a rather superior girls’ school and a gallant Frenchwoman risking all to shelter a downed British airman. She is an actress.

Simply frightful!

More tales of female domination from a more elegant era.

Oh dear, how very tiresome.

And when you’re competent at the basics, perhaps you could try your hand at felching? I’ve heard it’s simply divine.

Mind you, they say being married is an education in itself.

Erm… yes, I actually think I do. Very much.

One must simply find amusement where one can, when spending time in the colonies. Of course, it’s important not to let standards slip – but I doubt Kitty has.

Dressed to repress

She’s actually very tolerant – it takes a lot to get her to lose her temper. Backchat, obviously. Disobedience too… and laziness, of course, as well as forgetfulness and ingratitude. Anyway, what I’m saying is that you’ll quite often find yourself not being slapped, even when there might be cause to, so there’s really very little to complain about when you are. Even if she permitted complaining. Which she doesn’t.

Yeah, first gay sex experience is always going to be a bit daunting. Once you get through that first time, you can just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. It won’t be long before you’re a very experienced player, having enjoyed so many sex partners, you’ll have forgotten that just a few hours before you were a virgin.

Sounds fun… expensive, but worth it.

I found I simply didn’t have time for TV sports any more, after getting married. Busy busy busy.

Toss a coin?

Nothing to fear but fear itself

An odd quote. If I feared fear, I wouldn’t pay to endure it, now, would I? Anyway, anyone who really thinks there’s nothing to fear but fear itself hasn’t had a tawsing session with Miss Hunter, or been hand-smothered by Mistress Eleise de Lacey, to name just two among many ladies who can strike fear into me and have done so most delightfuly.

Don’t worry – she’s a very accomplished cook and will have a wide range of things for you to kneel on over time. Pasta, pulses, various grains… And when you’re done kneeling on them, she can boil them up to mush, add a few flavourings and voila – your feeding bowl will be full for a week.

Ooh – what a lovely game! I just want to rain a flurry of kisses down on her shoe in a never-ending display of adoration… and as that’s what she wants too, that’s what will happen.

I don’t specifically remember agreeing that. If anything, I try not to think too much about the evening when we ‘discussed’ it, as it brings me out into a cold sweat. But I’m sure she’s right, she usually is. Always, come to think of it.

Time of the month, eh? Always a bit difficult for the man of the house, especially if he’s a due a whipping anyway. As I always seem to be, during her periods, for some weird reason.

The worst of is when they’re all sweaty and they’re grinding and pumping away and one of them looks up to discover she got bored and is watching TV. Still: best not to stop. You know how she is about these things.

The love that dare not speak

… without permission.

Perhaps you could write her a nice thank-you note while you’re wearing it.

No, they didn’t mention Rodney. I hope I don’t have to pay extra for him.

Just a soft little harmless thing.

When visting a French domme, once, I confused ‘quatorze’ (14) with ‘quarante’ (40). The difference is actually very easy to remember, when the 26 ‘extras’ are laid on with full force.

She believes in having honest relationships with her clients. Most dommes do. It must be awful for vanilla sex workers, having to pretend to like their clients and to enjoy their nasty desires.