gimp – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

Oral displeasure

I think it’s only fair to point out that this young lady has actually signed a Mistress-Slave agreement ruling out any humiliating D/S play in public. But not with you. Go on – don’t keep her waiting.

Or she could put yet another hood over that one. My SO loves to wrap me in layer after layer of latex hood and we play ‘find the air-hole’, which is a bit like ‘pass the parcel’ but with a strict time limit.

Your feelings do matter, obviously. Just not to her. Or Daniel.

It’ll be fine. Dr Franley’s patients rarely complain.

Don’t get into one of those Mars/Venus misunderstandings by interpreting her words literally, OK? I mean, she wants a present tomorrow too, obviously.

Unreasonable demands

She’s embarrassed now… but don’t worry, she has coping techniques for that.

Now come on – man up. Remember what you all discussed at the last encounter group? No, no I don’t mean the bit about ironing pleats – about standing up to your wives? Yeah? Right then. Hang on – where are you going? You can’t stand up to her on your knees! Oh for goodness’ sake…

My SO and I have a consensual relationship. I didn’t want to but she insisted.

They’d starve to death, I expect. I mean, more of them would than when the Ladies actually are there, anyway.

This photo is actually a rather sophisticated optical illusion. Many men, seeing it for the first time, don’t notice the slice of pizza, the big red cup, the bottles of water or the coffee maker – even after staring at it for hours. Something to do with how the brain processes images, I understand.

Lady drivers

What sixth sense is it that tells me that when Cindy finally gets the rock of her dreams, she’s going to want it put right back where it came from?

It’s her way of coping with grief. Don’t worry, she got plenty of cock on the second night of her marriage, though.

You know you’re going to be in good hands.

He was right about one thing: one minute did indeed turn out to be more than was really needed.

If you’re wondering how she intends to tackle the awesome responsibility of deciding who stays and who ends up in the bin-liner, she – oh, she already decided apparently. But I’m sure she gave it a lot of thought – you know, just very quickly.

Equal rights for men

Some people have misunderstood my position on rights for men, so I am happy to set the record straight. I believe all men deserve to be treated in exactly the same way. All of my writings here demonstrate that same commitment, I think you’ll find.

He’s going to be changing his name, of course, as a married man. She just hasn’t yet decided what to change it to, that’s all.

Yup… I can hardly wait! And yet I do.

The branding incident was a bit unfortunate – just goes to show the dangers of handling red-hot iron carelessly – but thankfully no one important was hurt.

See what I mean about equal rights? Free healthcare, right here. Males get free education too – lots of it.

Don’t worry: she won’t tell anyone where you are.

Leaders of men

Girls can play so rough….

If it helps you bear the discomfort, today’s actually the best day because from tomorrow there’ll be sand in it too. Not deliberately, but you know how it gets everywhere.

She’s not going to bother asking him what he thinks his biggest flaw is. Anyway, that’s for her to decide.

Her eyes are up there. And they’re looking into your soul.

You can see yourself out.

People can be so cruel

Thank goodness.

Some people think that the life of a submissive is to be a mindless automaton, obeying orders with at most a muttered ‘yes, Mistress’. But actually, there’s a lot of thought involved, not to mention worrying and sheer naked terror at possible consequences of thoughtlessness.

Julia? Oh… she can be a bit difficult, but, y’know: I can’t complain.

That’s all right – plenty of time to learn.

Inmates at the prison camp – especially those convicted of sexism and similar offences – might be surprised to learn there are rules forbidding excessively harsh treatment. But there are – and the proof is in the surprisingly high survival rates which are well over 80% for all but the most annoying inmates. Personally I don’t approve of that kind of mollycoddling, but no one cares about my opinion.

It’s always a bit embarrassing for professional educators to meet their students outside the classroom. That goes double for male educators meeting young female students, especially if it’s a hot day and the students’ feet are sweaty.

Sweet surrender

Actually, I find it works rather badly and her boots need extensive cleaning afterwards. Luckily.

Pro-domination is such a difficult business – I am frequently in awe at the skill and grace with which dommes carry off the ‘pretending not to despise me’ bit post-session.

Should be a Rule 18 but I’ve been overdoing those posts lately.

I suspect her client would enjoy these illustrations by that genius Sardax, the beauty of which is enhanced by the gracious presence of the lovely, wonderful Alice Malice of London.

Worth a try. You might even enjoy it but let’s hope not.

That’s going to cause some funny looks in the office – after all, ‘Bring your gimp to work day’ isn’t for another three months.

Slavish desires

Don’t worry too much about it: I’ve often noticed the women in my life using ‘if’ when they really mean ‘when’. ‘If’ I decide to punish you… if I bring a guy home… if you fuck this up again… and so on.

They should be more charitable towards her, even if she does have some odd ideas. After all, she’s a grieving widow, the poor thing.

It was maybe considering a little pleading whimper, but it won’t even try, now.

Medical researchers have made huge strides in pain management in recent years, as her husband will soon discover.

Abandoned gimps seem to be everywhere these days, it’s a modern plague. Fortunately, very few people care.

All is vanity, nothing is fair

As no doubt the quote from a nineteenth century novel in the title will have forewarned you, Contemplating the Divine once again takes a step back to the gentler, but no less unkind, femdom of regency days*. It was one of the first themes ever to feature on the blog, and remains to this day one of the most thoroughly unpopular, with few if any readers ever having a good word to say about it. But then if I got off on compliments, I wouldn’t be a humiliation freak, now, would I?

Either that, or I’m too stupid to take a hint. Whatever… here come the hot chicks in empire-line dresses yet again.

* and before anyone rushes to comment that at least some of these scenes are clearly from the early Victorian period, I should point out that I am – of course – using ‘Regency’ to indicate a general focus on period drama and costumes, rather than strictly confining the topics to the years between 1811 and 1820. OK? Goodness, femdom porn sites like Bitches with Whips or StraponSquad don’t pay so much attention to these historical details, I’m sure, and I don’t suppose they get that kind of abuse.

Decadence: just the pictures

So… to celebrate 10 years of ruining otherwise lovely images of ladies, by sticking witless captions on them (but never, ever overlapping the ladies themselves – that’s a rule) I will be putting up some of my favourites over the next few days. Yes: we celebrate 10 years by putting up repeats that you’ve already seen…

Today: some of my favourite images I have posted, selected without worrying too much about whether the captions are any good or not. Some are, some aren’t: but occasionally the pictures are so perfect that they have to be captioned even if I don’t have any particularly good ideas.

I just like their expressions.

I
like their expressions too. If they aren’t saying something hurtful
and humiliating, and enjoying it as much as they appear to be, well they
damn well should be, that’s all.

Same
again, although here the likelihood that they were actually saying
something hurtful and humiliating is perhaps a little higher.

I
think this might be my favourite femdom image of all time. It’s not
specifically a femdom image, of course. When you search for it, you mostly
get sites relating to workplace bullying, which is probably an activity
that’s less fun in reality than in fantasy. But… but she’s just
shouting… right in his face! Isn’t it lovely?

Again, it’s the look.

Her expression… and the general situation. Four of them… face it, you are going to be way out of your depth, even if the two at the back are more interested in each other than in you.

Hmm…
hard to say what it is I like about this photo. Maybe the framing, or
the perspective? It’s probably some kind of technical
photographological stuff like that, anyway. Definitely probably
something like that.

Mistress
Jenna Coleman, on a break during filming Dr Who, I believe. We need
more pictures of beautiful actresses dressed as Victorian governesses.
Many more.

I occasionally feature male dominants or others into heavy, macho S&M gear here – usually dressed something like this.

And, of course…

So true, so true. And I have many pictures of her.