Category: humiliation

Of course it’s your fault, darling

You’re male aren’t you? Well then.

Many males object to being secured permanently in this way, but it does reduce the stress of uncertainty, don’t you think? Or of her losing the key.
Now, that is so not true. She’s doing a lot… for me, anyway.
Fortunately, boys these days don’t need maths skills to keep track of their orgasms – women are happy to do that for them and the numbers are never that large anyway.
She’s usually generous with her time; doesn’t wind things up immediately just because the session’s reached its scheduled end-time. But you can wait, right? ‘Course you can.
I’m sure he will. She has many unhappy customers.
That looks like a much better-ordered office than the one I started work in, many many years ago, where I had an embarrassing moment on my first day when I discovered that ‘dress code’ didn’t necessarily imply wearing a dress. I think some places just do these things to catch new joiners out, especially very stupid ones like me.

The beatings will continue

… as long as she likes, whether behaviour improves or not, quite frankly.

She does most sincerely respect your domme’s right to express her own identity, by making you go out looking ridiculous and humiliating you in public. It’s not for everyone, but that’s just her choice, y’know?
I read somewhere that the game of Tetris was inspired by this OWK photoset. Stranger things have happened… although not many, it must be admitted.
He was going to get the knee anyway, of course, but now he’ll get it harder, faster and probably with more of a salutory effect.
Snuff’s not for everyone, but I reckon every woman should try it once – and then all the men would be dead, which would be nice.
Actually, sunburn and face-slapping go together quite nastily.
They ended up making a bit of a mess of the office, but fortunately no one who mattered got into any trouble about it.

Angels and beasts

My SO had me on my hands and knees for three hours once, crawling around looking for her contact lens, which is mad, really, since she doesn’t even wear them. Still, it did solve the usual problem I have at those parties of not knowing what to say to anyone.
Rookie error: he should have been expressing gratitude for feeling cold, after all the trouble she went to to make sure he would. Still, I’m sure there will be other opportunities, especially now autumn is here.
She didn’t even bother to check whether you’re already spoken for – rather selfish behaviour if there’s a findomme somewhere depending on your monthly pay cheque for her next handbag.
She does, but the weekly session tribute is quite high, so you need to be doing at least seventy loads of laundry each day before it starts to pay. Fortunately there’s a lot of demand: after all, it’s a lot cheaper than using one of the machines.
There’s lots of stuff they both enjoy, but Lucy has a thing about eye-torture; she’s tried, because she knows how much her girlfriend enjoys it, but she just isn’t into it. If it’s just a quick thing, like a cigarette being stubbed out, she can just put her fingers in her ears, shut her eyes and sing but you can’t keep that up for an hour (two hours, even, if it’s both eyes, one after the other).
He is in fact made to writhe on the ground in agony, sometimes, but that’s a different thing, she’s not doing it to punish him.

Callous whispers

No household bills, but Dave’s still paying off the instalments on his motorbike. And it’s not like the pay-pig gets to choose, right?
Cometh the hour, cometh the humiliation freak.
Almost sorry but not sorry.
The Government have been giving men a chance to show they can improve without harsh measures. So far, results have been quite disappointing.
Goes with your total lack of personality, I expect. Sorry, but someone had to tell you.
Of course, the only reliable way to decide which OWK Lady is nicest is to experience a whipping from each of them in turn. Fortunately, Nigel’s already been sufficiently outspoken that there’s a rota on the wall of the Ladies’ break room to ensure that’s exactly what he gets over the course of his stay.

The sublime and the ridiculous

She’s been working a lot on her backhand lately, so that’s probably what you’ll get.
Confession leads to penance which leads to repentance, although to be honest, I think he’s repenting quite a lot already.
I find silent agreement is best.
You could try stamping your foot and having a tantrum? Doesn’t usually work for me but there’s always a first time.

The Hunteress, of course, although she was Cassie back then.

And as usual you only had just enough left on your credit card. You should plan these things better.
Kitten hates it when people – men, specifically – make a fuss about being broke. Having money just shouldn’t be that important to them, they should focus on the more important things in life, that’s her attitude.

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son—and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

Leaving plenty of time for any other things she has planned in the remainder of the session.

Male brains are often fixated upon numbers: how many weeks, how many months… getting on for a year. Whereas women are much more interested in feelings: I’m sure she’d love to hear how unbearably frustrating he’s finding it, but he’s just stuck in Mars-mode.
That’s OK, I’m really good at fucking off.
If you’re still unsure how much to pledge, the suggested donation is ‘all of it, idiot!’.
She’s right, you know. It might be best to remember that at all times, from now on.
Oh… it’s just possible some popcorn will fall on the floor during the show, maybe even get squished under her boots. You’re OK dealing with that too, right?
Obviously, the complexities of female supremacist theory are beyond most men, but there are simplified versions aimed at a male readership, such as Female Supremacy for Idiots, or, for those finding even that a stretch, Female Supremacy for Complete Fucking Morons. Or there are short residential courses that explain everything very clearly.

Now here’s some excellent news: Red Rump is back!

Oh, and also this is rather lovely and has long free trailers. I recommend watching Camille doing her thing, very wonderfully. Très chic!

The wise man knows himself to be a fool

And I don’t claim to be wise enough for that, but at least I have the self-awareness to pay ladies to tell me what an idiot I am.

It’s good they have a relationship where he can just get down on his knees and admit to things like this.

Looks like someone forgot rule 7…

Poor old fat bastard is going to need counselling after the session, Fortunately, that’s something she provides too – she specialises in men who suffer from anxiety.
Oh, how annoying for her.
Nata’s got so much love to take and so little time.
On the packet it does say ‘not to be ingested’, but she says ‘lick it all off’ and who are you going to obey?
Some might find these contraptions excessively complicated, but Barbara’s not afraid to try things and just keep trying until they work out.

Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins

Ah, the Bible is such a great source of vaguely pervy-sounding quotes. As are the collected works of Leopold Sacher-Masoch, for that matter. I just take inspiration from where I can get it.

There’ll be other opportunities. I’m sure all that worrying won’t go to waste.
I’m proud to say that I’ve never paid for sex in my life. Quite the oppposite, if anything.
She could ask you to finish the story for her, but she doesn’t want to embarass you unduly on the first day of your married life together.
Any male visitors suggesting their holy book is a modern fake will be scourged severely. But then, all male visitors get scourged severely anyway, so…
Her rule is that you can specify any limits you like in the email but if it’s NOT in the email, it’s fair game. And she’s a lot more creative than most of her clients, so she manages to have plenty of fun whatever the constraints.
He should be reassured: Anya’s something of an expert on testicular damage.

Gracious, devilish, mythical ladies

Some women are very hard to satisfy. Others impossible. It’s about 50/50 between the two, in my experience.
Don’t worry, she’ll look after you and provide for all your needs.
You may kiss the floor a respectful distance away from the bride.
Don’t be too disappointed if his humiliation ideas are a bit basic – he’s new to this. And male, so sophistication isn’t really to be expected.
She is nothing if not consistent. Except when she decides on a whim to be capricious.
He’s right about one thing: it will be an experience.

Bitter sweet hearts

If they haven’t, perhaps she could suggest some.
He’s not. And she’s even arranged for a lovely, bracing shower before he gets home… well, about fifteen minutes before he gets home, actually, to allow time for him to dry off by running around a bit.
All trainers know that rule number one is to make sure you remember the names of each and every one of your group. But rule two says “Except Robert or Rupert or whatever the fuck that idiot’s called”, so that”s OK.
Top tip: if you’re offended at being treated like this and want to emphasise – politely but firmly – that you expect to be treated with the dignity due an adult, I suggest balling up your fists, stamping your feet and screaming hysterically about how unfair it is. I’m sure she’ll react appropriately and start treating you the way you deserve.
Think of it as an investment. In thirty years’ time, lying in a hospital bed on a drip, you’ll be able to think fondly back on this.
Ah, like the days of Covid when we were getting used to all this. We’ve all got our embarassing Zoom stories, I expect – mine involves a funnel gag, a plastic sissy dress and one of the bulls my SO had decided to let into our Covid bubble, but I’ll spare you the details. Bull in a bubble, you ask? Yes, she had to limit herself to just three, which she found very frustrating, poor thing, but I’m proud to say that I was able to help her work through her anger.