Heathers

It’s the best rule there is

Been a while since I did a post about Rule 18. Why? Oh, probably because that series isn’t really femdom and no one likes it. But I was thinking… do I actually care what my readers like? Do they deserve to see stuff they like? The answer to both questions has to be no, of course not. And you know you don’t deserve that, if you’re honest with yourselves, don’t you, hmm? That’s right. So this is what you get today.

For anyone confused, beyond the normal male mental fog, ‘Rule 18’ is from Servitor’s (rather presumptuous and impertinent) advice to a novice domme and it states “try to avoid sessions with clients who have really specific fetishes and can’t get off unless it is exactly right.”

Mostly just silly pictures, but some have captions. Oh – and at the end, some illustrations of why Rule 3 matters, too.

To comply with decency laws, the picture has been cropped to avoid showing what is holding up the central peg. Incidentally, in English croquet, unlike the American version, you don’t hold either of the pairs of balls down with your foot when you whack them with the mallet. Though that does sound fun.

“Of course it is! Gahhh – it’s ruined now!” (Rule 18, ma’am, rule 18…)

And this one too. He said green wellies, dammit. Green!

If they finish the piece and he doesn’t clap, they’ll beat the crap out of him, of course. Oh, and if he does he’ll collapse, they’ll fall off and then they’ll… well, I’m sure you can guess.

I hope she’s remembered to bring *all* the latex, this time.

Don’t ask. She just wants to get it over with.

Best to hold the session when the tide’s going *out*, I’ve heard.

Now that’s just obscene. Do people really…?

Post-script: I promised you some Rule 3 illustrations too. Rule 3? Oh, yeah, sure: “You are not expected to have sex with your clients. Thank goodness.” Basically, just images of particularly unattractive malesubs*, especially in the presence of a gorgeous goddess.

Divine Mistress Heather, of course, kindly letting her sub land in water for the practice attempt before the filming starts.

* I suppose some people might object to my sneering at the appearance of people who are – after all – just male submissives like myself. Why should they be singled out to be degraded and humiliated, by my mocking them in this way? Isn’t it unfair? And the answer is yes, of course, it is: they really ought to be paying for this treatment, the cheap little bastards. But hey, it’s nearly Christmas, right? They can have this one as a freebie.

She’s also beautiful when she’s not angry

… but it’s not quite as much fun.

You might find you get to like it. Or you might not. She doesn’t really care, so why should you?

Divine Mistress Heather and her divine feet and divine attitude.

When she says ‘using it’ she doesn’t mean… you know. Not in public, that would be disgusting. Anyway, it hasn’t been three months yet, has it?

She gets bored and loses track of time, poor thing. I expect she’ll get better at it, eventually.

Sounds like she’s got a tough decision to take. I hope it doesn’t keep her from having a good night’s sleep.

I expect you’ve been wondering how some glammed-up domme could simply walk into a police station, with a client in a pink latex dress, march straight past the officers on duty, put the client in a cell and walk out without anyone challenging her, right? I certainly have been. I guess we’ll never know.

It’s a photostory! I don’t do many of these… though there was that thing with the divine Anne, more years ago than I care to remember.

But this is another divine person: the wonderful, sexy, glamorous and creative Divine Mistress Heather, in fact (or, more specifically, in fiction).

Obviously, needless to say, this is a silly made-up story, produced solely as a perverse sexual fantasy, that in no way reflects the professional or personal attitudes, opinions, proclivities or political views of Divine Mistress Heather.

In reality, of course, Mistress Heather is actually a very nice person and, erm…

Oh. OK, maybe she isn’t. But I’m sure that just makes her even more wonderful still.

Repent at leisure

My repentence, her leisure.

I often suffer from pain during my SO’s sexual activity. Usually in the same room, but not always. Her reaching orgasm sometimes brings relief from the pain – temporarily at any rate – I’m glad to say.

Visiting a domme can be a very spiritual experience.

Oh well. No real harm done

The lovely Divine Mistress Heather, who in real life I am sure always makes sure her slaves get exactly the voltage they need: neither more nor (most certainly) less.

See? She’s not a vicious, unfeeling sadist at all. She’s a considerate, empathetic sadist. They’re the worst.

The one on the back’s quite long. I was told it describes in detail the ways I am blessed.