humbler – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Empressed

Probably best. A little crying and pleading is OK, but after an hour or more it can start to get quite irritating. I’m sure you’d want to spare her that.

The trick is to turn the slave all the way upside down. But I expect she’ll work it out eventually. Some dommes use scissors, but that’s cheating really.

No fool like an old, emasculated fool, eh?

I’m not so sure he was all that gentle… but I guess we can agree to differ.

It’s going to be his special night, too.

Worm’s eye view

Do worms actually have eyes? Or a point of view? I know I’m not allowed one of those, not about anything that matters.

Ah well, on we go.

Oh well. Never mind.

This of course is Princess Kali, whose perfect balancing of sweetness and cruelty presses all the buttons I have. It’s the little tiara that always does it for me. Aaaahhh.

Oooh! Maybe Steve’s going to get a blowjob too? How exciting.

The lady in the picture is Ashley Edmonds. She’s fantastic. Don’t know who the males are. But who cares? Just males.

I can imagine being very polite. But I expect she’s right. She usually is.

Well, that’s very kind. She’ll stop being kind soon, don’t worry.

Domina Irene Boss, of course, whose boots I am not fit to lick (I mean, even more than those of most ladies).

Must be awful. Don’t you think?

…it’s where I like to be.

(I’ve made a small change to the blog, making it wider (less blank space on the left, more room for larger pictures. It works on my computer and on IE, but let me know if it doesn’t work for you. I’ve made the pictures larger in a few of the posts below, and of course for all future ones, but I’m not going to go back over older posts, so in some of them the pictures look a bit small and lonely. Still, you can’t have everything, as I am reminded on a daily basis.)

So, now you know. Don’t pout after a beating. Oh – and no smug little smiles either, you know how she hates that. Just try to keep those rules in mind.

As if it wasn’t already embarassing enough being the only man at a lesbian wedding.

Try to think calm thoughts. Getting all panicky and upset at the thought of imminent brain damage or death just doesn’t help anyone, OK?

Actually, she’s going to hang it from the same rack as the tawse, the paddle and the cane anyway, so there’s a bit of a clue right there.

Of course, the dogs are trained just to restrain the quarry, not to hurt him. They seize his trouser legs hard, and they hold on until the ladies arrive at the scene. Only then – and only when given the word – will they go for his throat.