humiliation – Contemplating the divine

A hard woman is good to find

She seems very confident (women on this blog often are, actually) she knows how bad it’s going to be for you. I wonder how?

Even experienced submissives can sometimes forget themselves and indulge in shockingly challenging behaviour. Just the other day, I was thanking my SO for a punishment beating – down on my knees with my tear-stained face against the floor, as you do – when all of a sudden a note of insufficiently sincere gratitude crept into my voice. Apparently. I can’t imagine what provoked me into such a blatant act of insubordination, but you can be sure my good lady didn’t deal with it lightly.

She’ll be delighted to hear the ice bucket challenge is back, but this time it’s in February, which should be a lot more fun for almost everyone involved.

The healthy diet might lead to a long life, but he might perhaps want to remember, when dealing with the supervisor or other ‘carers’, that the longer his life goes on, the worse a deal the one-off financial settlement ends up being for the institution. But I’m sure they’ll do the right thing, whatever they decide that to be. Anyway, it’s very reasonable as the food and heating bills are remarkably low, leaving his loving daughters plenty of money to spend however they like, secure in the knowledge that he is being properly looked after.

After a while he’ll be desperate to be let out – which is weird, really, because he must realise that soon after that he’ll start to become increasingly desperate to flee back inside.

… and a couple of topical extras today, with thanks to shorty for the inspiration:

More Jutta perfection in Friday’s post.

Yes, it’s Boxing Day. A day I have come to realise is culturally specific to the UK and a few other places that are a bit like the UK, but not as damp and with fewer bat-tunnels. It’s one of those phrases that non-British people often fail to understand, like ‘having a fag in the back alley’ (you can also be a fag, for an older boy at boarding school, of course); or making sure ‘your child always has a rubber in his schoolbag’, as the teachers don’t provide them, or ‘letting some woman piss in your ring-gagged mouth’, which is just an idiomatic way of saying you’ll take her advice (“Oh, I don’t know which movie to go and see, darling: just ring-gag my jaw wide open and you can piss in my mouth, OK?”)*

Anyway, traditionally a day for tidying up after the excesses of the day before, although some people are more active: many hunts go out on Boxing Day, for example, with whips cracking and horns blaring as they pursure their terrified quarry across the fields, and some hardy souls even have a tradition of jumping naked into the sea, here in Britain on one of the coldest days of the year. My SO has very thoughtfully signed me up for all three of these festive activities, so I’ve no time for a themed post, just the usual dross.

Forget Kurt. Well… don’t forget him, obviously: he still needs his laundy done and his appartment cleaned. But the important thing is that your chastity regime should be right for *you* and that’s what she’s focused on.

Wow, tough situation! Thank goodness she’s there for him.

Looks like babe brought a pineapple, though, and I’m sure there are some bits of that that could be put to good use.

She was a little disappointed that Dr Taylor insisted on anesthetising you for the procedure, but there’ll be plenty of time later, when you’ll have the feeling restored in all of the bits of your body that remain attached.

I booked a ‘mean date’ session with a sex worker and she didn’t even show up! Wonderful. It’s so rare for someone just to ‘get me’ like that.

Some men find it hard to adapt to a female supremacist work environment, but it’s actually very straightforward as long as you just follow a few simple rules – or a lot of complicated rules, if that’s what she prefers.

* All right, I made that last one up. I make a lot of stuff up, here. But you should try it, I mean you never know, right? And there are never any good movies around, just after Christmas, so it’s good to find alternative ways of entertaining yourselves.

Managing directrices

Their ‘at your desk’ service is very popular. Alternatively, they can just take control of your male employees remotely and sort the problem out that way, but most of their users prefer to watch them work in person.

Well… OK. Sounds pretty standard to me. Do they have good wi fi?

He hasn’t been told himself yet, so I expect he’s eager to hear your guesses.

The wonderful, clever and lovely Tiffany Naylor, who nayled me good and proper a few years back. I still have the warm glow.

There’s always extras. Still, probably worth it for the talented Sven. If she enjoys card games, for example, he could play Gin Rummy all evening and poker all night.

They’re not designed that way, but why not give it a go?

Just as long as she understands that she can’t force you to do anything your wife’s not comfortable with.

These women’s work

Pray God you can cope

As they say, it’s no humiliation to beg pitifully. Don’t they? I’m sure they say something like that, they say all sorts of things.

Women’s football is so exciting… just look at all those clothes getting sweaty and boots muddy. I’d be queuing up at the changing room door, hoping to be picked.

Very considerate of her, but I doubt the others really mind.

Theyu have all sorts of codewords, to keep the real activity hidden. For example, if a client requests the ‘steam pressing service’ then the victim is placed in a huge steel press and slowly crushed while being blasted with boiling hot steam. OK, maybe that particular codeword is a bit obvious, but they have others too.

Ah, another of those ‘opportunities’. Bizarrely, when I’m placed in that situation, I can rarely think of anything very coherent to say.

People assume the OWK was all torture and savage beatings and long nights shivering in a cold prison cell – and it *was*, obviously, but with a lot of laughter too.

A post dealing with feelings of low self-worth

So, just like all my other posts then.

Tsk! Mixed signals. Why do women do that?

The guy has it easy, if you think about it: I mean, the ladies are the ones doing all the work. Jasmine’s amazing, by the way: she doesn’t hold back. I don’t know where she gets her stamina. I hope he’s appropriately grateful.

Don’t worry, after a few years of marriage you’ll have a very keenly-developed understanding of exactly what annoys her and by precisely how much. There’s quite a lot, but one of the joys of marriage is learning about one another, isn’t it?

I suspect the hairdresser might be slightly less amused if she discovers how much money Mistress is being paid to sit there and mock her slave, compared to how much she’s actually paying for the haircut. Well… *she*‘s not actually going to be paying this time, obviously, and she’ll make sure he leaves a massive tip, but you know what I mean.

He’s barely paying attention because he’s upset she hasn’t noticed or commented on the ‘anniversary bunny ears’. He went to so much trouble…

He will. Mentally, he already is and has been for some years now.

Amorous anxiety

Passionate love should always come with a twinge of gut-wrenching fear.

Sometimes it’s best just to spend a whole session practising the one movement – exactly the same punch, on exactly the same spot – over and over again. Obviously, you’ll need not to move, but don’t worry if you find that difficult – she has some things to help you stay firmly fixed in the ideal position until she’s finished.

My SO can be a bit forgetful, too. Can you believe it, three times now gone home leaving me me tied up in a gay club and completely forgotten about me until the next day? Of course, it’s not her fault: it’s mine. That’s a basic principle of our marriage.

Oh, I expect she’s got nothing to worry about.

No one can humiliate you, unless you humiliate yourself, as a wise woman once told me.

Men who enjoy looking at women in tight outfits should try wearing something restrictive permanently.

Lovely Cruella shoot. Go buy the original magazines!

Don’t worry about something bad happening to you in the night, as you hang there all alone. I’m sure there’s nothing out there that’s half as terrifying as Gillian.

Inattention seeking

Her book’s much more interesting than you, after all… although now I come to think of it, almost everything is, isn’t it? No, you can just nod quietly: permission to speak is still rescinded.

She offers a very specialised service. Well, I say ‘offers’ – she doesn’t actually give subs the opportunity to refuse.

You probably won’t have many things to talk about anyway, once he realises she doesn’t mind you sucking him off.

You might be surprised they were able when drunk to remember it all to tell the registry people, but of course they could just read it off the tattoo.

Don’t worry: Madame Sarka will realise immediately what really happened and will know it wasn’t his fault. She won’t *care*, obviously, but she *will* know and that should be some comfort at least as she’s beating the crap out of him and screaming abuse at him in Czech.

Unsafe spaces

If you want to experience the thrill of taking risks in public, try disobeying her.

It’s their civic duty, unpleasant though it might be.

Ah… the sadistic new lesbian girlfriend. Always a tricky transition in any sub-male’s life.

Mistresses Hannah and Sarah are unavailable too… odd, that.
The whole N*z* girl thing is actually something of a declining fetish. I understand in America, liberal subs are increasingly requesting dommes to wear red MAGA caps, while conservatives want schoolmarmy types who will force them to state their pronouns. Maybe there’s hope yet, to heal the rift.

Ooh, maybe you’ll get to have sex with her! Or at least, you’ll get to have someone having sex with you, quite near her.

I told my regular domme recently that I’d find it very exciting if she were to spend a romantic evening with another woman, culiminating in lesbian sex, while I was kept in chastity and ignored. Turns out she’d already been doing that for months, if not years! So that’s quite a lot of backdated session fees I owe her.

A harsh Mistress

Another science fiction special. I have a lot of unpublished captions for SF themes… also a lot for the Jane Austen style historical ones (that’s next Sunday – sorry, I know you don’t get to see a lot of tit and bum in those, but you don’t make the rules, maggot). It’s almost as if I’m avoiding the present day, as being something depressing or alarming… can’t imagine why.

Anyway, several tales of a brighter, if crueller, tomorrow.