heart-stopping beauty – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

But when you are tied to your mother’s apron…

As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.

Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place.

That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth.

Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything.

I suspect ‘we’ will.

I hope so too.

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks

The Lady of Situations.

Here is the man with three
staves, and here the Wheel,

And here is the one-eyed
merchant, and this card,

Which is blank, is something
he carries on his back,

Which I am forbidden to see.

Sorry – just thought we needed some better poetry, after my recent efforts. On with the show

She’s quite strict, too. Try to get the sums right.

Actually, it’s the beatings that are about you that are the worst.

Resistance is futile.

Actually, a remarkable 23% of drownings occur at home. I think this is probably how. Stay safe – always do your chores to her satisfaction.

This is from the English Mansion and features Mistress Sidonia von Bork and Mistress Vixen, I believe. Oh – and ‘Unknown male cadaver #14, recovered from the river Trent at 05.25, 17 September 2013.’ according to the Police report.

No. I wouldn’t. I’d want to stay there forever.

The divine

“Actually, I have a weird story about that. I got an email once from a guy called
Servitor who has some sort of kinky sex blog all about whips and chains and
stuff. Anyway, he said he worshipped me as a goddess! Really worshipped. And he asked for a signed
photo, so he could kneel and pray before it each day. Well, I was in a funny mood, so I thought OK,
I might as well make one little life a bit less sad, so I sent
one to him. I didn’t sign it but I wrote a note with it to say that when he knelt in prayer to it, he had to
kneel on broken glass every day, as a penance for his sins.

Hmm? Oh I don’t know. Like I said, I was in a kind of funny mood.

And then about a week later, he sent me a picture of him doing
it! Actually doing it! Can you imagine? And his knees were all bloody and…eurgh. He called me ‘Mistress Anne’ and begged for
permission to stop. Said he could hardly
walk!

Weird huh?

Oh no, I didn’t reply.
I mean, that’s how you get stalkers. Actually, I gave his picture to my security
guys, just in case.

Hmmm? No, that was
a couple of years ago now.

Yes, I suppose he could still be doing it. Wouldn’t that be freaky? Maybe I should tell my security people to
watch out for a guy hobbling along on crutches.

There are some real weirdos out there, aren’t there?

So, let me tell you about my new movie…”

Crying behind the tears

Never mind. They can’t spend the whole two weeks discussing your sexual inadequacies, now can they?

And you can play out ‘small penis humiliation’ scenes even more effectively! You like SPH, right?

Plenty of time. Brain damage sets in quite quickly, but it’s a few minutes after that before any vital organs are affected.

Well, she seems very determined. Just as well, at those hourly rates.

This is of course, the divine Eleise de Lacy, of Femme Fatale fame. Wonderful lady, wonderful site.

Time to pull out that faded old copy of the pre-nup and refresh your memory about some of the other terms she insisted on putting in. I’m fairly sure many of the more painful ones are illegal, though – maybe you could have a word with the learned lady from the previous picture?

The dignity of labour

Hi honey!

Listen – I was talking to my accountant the other day, and I was telling him all about how humiliated you feel, out of work all this time, and entirely dependent on me – and he –

– Oh don’t be silly. I don’t have secrets from my accountant! –
Anyway – he had the most brilliant idea! He said, why don’t I set up a company and employ you! I mean, I can easily afford it. I get paid more money for one day’s filming than you used to earn in a year, after all! It’s nothing to me, really. Just loose change.

Hmm? Oh I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter what you do, does it? He said he could run up some meaningless forms, and you can spend the day filling them in or something.

And he’s found an office across town where you can do it. Quite a way off – you’ll be commuting for a few hours each day. Just like having a real job! Isn’t that exciting?

Oh no, too late to pull out now. He’s already bought the office block. It was just a few millions, and apparently there’s some kind of tax dodge so it doesn’t really cost me anything.

And he’s already found someone we can pay to be your boss. Hmmmm? Oh, I don’t know. Some awful sweaty old guy, I think. He’ll be on your case all the time, apparently. That way, it’ll feel more like you’re really earning your money, won’t it?

So – you’ll have your own money, and you won’t have to depend on me for everything! Won’t that be great? Minimum wage, of course, but we’ll get a performance management system set up, so maybe you can earn bonuses and promotions for working extra hard – that kind of thing.
Of course you can still live here, sweetie! But I’m going to charge you rent! So you’ll feel really independent and self-sufficient. And I’ll tell the maids to stop cleaning your room.

But I still get to buy you presents, OK? You’ll let me do that?

Great. Maybe I can keep on choosing your clothes, just like now. I like doing that.
Hmm? No, you don’t need to buy new clothes for the job. You have a cute little uniform. It says “Hathaway Enterprises” on it. Isn’t that sweet?

And if there’s ever anything you really want to buy – that you can’t afford – you can always ask. You know that don’t you? It’s not as if the money means anything to me, but for you it’ll be a big deal, now you’re paying for yourself, won’t it? So maybe when I do buy you things, now they’ll be that much more special!

Oh, no, don’t worry about that, darling! Like I said – it’s really just pocket change for me! If I just do one more commerical in Japan, or something like that, apparently it’s enough to employ you 9-5 every day for the next ten years! Isn’t that amazing? So don’t worry about the money – I know it seems like a lot to you, but it’s nothing for me, nothing at all. The important thing is that we need to build up your self-respect! That’s all that matters!

Just think how proud you’ll feel in a year’s time, if you’ve worked hard and I give you a pay rise!

There must be an angel

(playing with my heart)

It’s amazing what you can achieve with a little thoughtfulness and the daily touch of a razor-sharp blade.

When the cat’s away, the mice will.. well, do their chores and write lines, by the look of it.

Sometimes these things are just, well, involuntary aren’t they? It’s not that she wants to burn your hand with the iron – she just feels a compulsion.

She’s probably joking. Don’t you think she’s joking?

There are more hot chicks in empire-line dresses right here, if that’s your thing. According to Google, though, I’m the only person in the world for whom “hot chicks in empire-line dresses” is a thing, so maybe not.

Cruel and usual punishment

Don’t you think it’s odd? That men who say they regard women as superior, also believe that being treated like women is humiliating? Isn’t that weird? I mean I feel like that. And I’m not weird. Odd, like I said.

I don’t really believe in horoscopes anyway. “You will visit a pro-domme, and be made to dance to k-pop wearing a pink tutu while Mistress and her friend laugh at you, and then make you eat cold courgettes with curry powder.” I mean, it’s just generic stuff that could apply to everyone, right?

It’s a good thing we like being treated with contempt, nicht wahr?

You’d better read the whole thing through, because I’m sure she’ll have got ‘minuscule’ wrong, and she usually forgets there are two ‘p’s in ‘disappointing’.

Actually, you don’t really even have to ask. If she hasn’t already bought it for you, you probably don’t really need it, do you?

The crying game

It’s her favourite. But she can tell when I’m faking.

Femdom doctor and evil experiments oh my

The important think about science is that experiments should be repeatable. So, they’ve done this experiment nineteen times now, and the boy’s head goes ‘pop’ every single time! Proper science, that is.

It’s all Paul”s fault. I don’t know why Yvonne lets him get away with it.

If they look really closely, they just might begin to develop doubts about the authenticity of those stone walls. But then, they were never very bright even before being subjected to all of this.

I can’t decide which I find more attractive: young ladies being cruel when I deserve it (as in the scenario here, if you can be bothered to read the whole thing) or young ladies being cruel when I don’t.

That anal hook will be mine.

A dish best served cold

…I always thought the phrase was about “revenge” but She assures me it’s really “baked beans”. Or “bacon rind”. Who knew?

Why don’t they wear boots like that any more? I’d pay extra. A lot extra.

Self-referential? Self-knowing? Or just self-abuse? You decide – it’s too complicated for me.

Anyway, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you join in and make it a threesome.

He’ll find that out very quickly. And then very, very slowly, too.

Actually, I can’t imagine anything more horrible than leaving her anyway. But then, she probably can.

The terrible twos

This blog is two years old today!

Pretty exciting huh?

In fact, the blog got a little over-excited – as two year-olds will – wet itself, got a good spanking and then had to be sent to bed early. But still, quite an achievement, I think you’ll agree.

280 posts, about 1.5 million pageviews and still a completely pointless and frivolous waste of time! Perhaps we should all just get on with our chores instead, hmmm? Do something useful around here for a change.

Or not. Happy blogday, me.