girls with guns – Contemplating the divine

You can’t handle the truth

So here’s some made-up nonsense instead. More implausible accounts from the bleeding edge of World War M. Because no woman is truly free until all men are enslaved.

Take me, cut me to the bone

Lace and satin pressed against me. Musical link is, for once, reasonably related.

…and her beloved won’t be able to avoid any difficult conversations she may need to have with him too.

Of course, it’s important to remember these AIs aren’t infallible. It’s noticed what makes her happy – inflicting severe pain on her husband – and is responding accordingly.

Consensual, so important. Especially when things are neither safe nor even close to being sane, as here. Servitor top tip: do not try this at home! Find a nice open space outside, just in case.

They also serve, who only wait and wait…

In other respects, the two are very similar – the tubes are almost exactly the same size, for instance. Also, my SO likes to grab hold of what’s below the bottom of the tube and twist sharply.

Genital burns can be quite tricky to deal with. I actually help out, by volunteering (OK, ‘Someone’ volunteers me) once a month to let our local female first responders practice treating nasty burns to my penis and balls. I like to feel I’m (OK, She’s) giving something back.

He certainly doesn’t – it was touch and go last time. But that’s his thing, so he keeps making the bookings.

I always think thanks are reward enough. Or mockery and contempt, as I enjoy those too.

You might imagine it’s hard to survive seven gunshots, but with careful aim you should survive long enough to make it worthwhile for her.

It’s not a rhetorical question, as so many questions in the captions here are. The delightfully unsmiling Ms Venten does genuinely want to know what you think, so she can decide whether your opinions as well as your behaviour need to be sorted out.

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting

But some males just won’t subdue that easily, so these ladies did whatever had to be done. Fighting to liberate the world for a utopian vision of a true slave-owning democracy, these heroines understood that only through the extensive application of extreme violence could peace finally reign. More tales from when the war between the sexes finally went hot: World War M.

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

Let’s go, girls.

She’s been working recently on trying get tears just right… the way they catch the light and sparkle as they drip down a screaming sitter’s cheeks can be so hard to capture, but she’s determined to nail it.

The process of booking her does involve almost as much subterfuge, of calling anonymous phone numbers when you reach a certain location, as a first visit to a domme, though.

Remarkably, the premium Net Nanny service continues to work even if you’re never allowed to access the Internet again. Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime lifestyle choice.

A teachable moment with Annie is a thing to be treasured.

I know I’ve got to get out and cry

Yes, the easily recognised lyrics from what is perhaps the most 1980s big-hair video ever signals not a post about 1980s magazines, but rather an increasingly desperate attempt to find titles vaguely related to ‘turning’ because this, ladies and scum, is a ‘turning point’ post.

Again.

A state of war only serves as an excuse for domestic tyranny

This blog’s all in favour of domestic tyranny, of course – despotism begins at home – but has mixed feelings about war. Nonetheless, today, as so often before, we pay tribute to those heroines who fought in a war they did not seek*, to overthrow a cruel, oppressive patriarchy and replace it with the cruel and oppressive matrarchy the good boys who read this blog fervently wish for.

* You might imagine that the female supremacist side started the war but you’d be wrong (male, are you? Yeah, that explains it. You’re probably wrong about a lot of things – don’t worry, there’s plenty of women who can set you right). They were no more responsible for the war than a wife wearily sighing “Oh darling, don’t make me whip you again!” is responsible for the consequences of your impertinence. The losing side in WWM had only themselves to blame, and if they didn’t take that opportunity to do so and apologise to their superiors, the survivors had plenty of time for that after the war.

Perfectly entitled

He, on the other hand, is not at all entitled but is hoping for a favourable outcome. I’m sure she’ll say yes: it would be mean and capricious to say no, after all.

He thought it would make the scene more edgy, using a real loaded gun, and he was right. Some dommes would just work it into the scene, maybe even applying a wickedly tight tourniquet to the affected body parts (helping to staunch the massive loss of blood as well as providing a kinky thrill) but it seems this one has had enough. I expect she needs a quiet evening in, with a hot bath, a bottle of wine and her cats – to put her weird and kinky clients right out of her mind.

Don’t worry: no one will think any less of you because you’re only a homemaker. They all regard you with utter contempt already.

Nothing like a cold shower in February to bring a brisk dose of real life to a femdom session, I find. PS – why are dedicated dungeon spaces often so f***ing cold? Perhaps I should just play domestic scenes in winter months, curled up over a lap in front of a nice warm fire, with a nice warm bottom…

She’s a pro and she demands a professional service.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man

Ernest Hemingway said that and despite his being rather reprehensibly ‘a man’s man’, I think he may have been right.

Yes, it’s more accounts from the dark days of World War M.

And from the days before the darkest days, some glimmers of illumination into how it all started (apart from the more fundamental cause of men just being too annoying for too long, obviously). World War M: Origins.

Band of sisters

More from the girls who risked all, back in dubya-dubya-em. And the boys too – who did lose it all, those that had any in the first place. Remember: they also serve, who only kneel and darn socks.

As I’ve said before, equally wrongly: it never hurts to ask.

Venus has an atmosphere of superheated sulphuric acid that would shred your flesh and fry your bones if you dared go there. Just sayin’.

She has five pairs of male genitals painted on the side of her plane.

Maybe she’s being told she has to let you go? Let’s hope not: bloody cold out there without clothing.

And more from the build-up to war: World War M: Origins. Coming soon to a cinema nowhere near you.