humiliation – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

It started with a slap

Damn. Maybe she gets more practice than you do… but then life doesn’t always have to be fair.

Bad in a good way, I hope. And good in a bad one.

I think it’s great when wives respect their husbands enough to want to talk things through and hear their opinions, before taking important decisions.

They say being able to make women laugh is a great gift.

That’s another admirable characteristic in a partner: not being afraid to tackle the really painful stuff in the relationship.

Women… sometimes they want you to scream hysterically, cry and beg for mercy, sometimes it’s just ‘annoying’. My SO gave me 24 hard strokes with the cane yesterday and when I started shrieking and pleading frantically (on or maybe just before stroke number two, if I recall correctly) she told me she was ‘just not in the mood’. I mean, at that point I was committed, you know? It’s a physical thing for us guys… can’t just switch it off.

The frightening – truly terrifying – thing about assisting with any kind of competitive sport in OWK is that one of the Ladies has to lose. They often don’t take it with good grace, you know.

Needless to say, inflicting this sort of public BDSM play on passing strangers is not OK. And even worse when it’s in front of members of your family, as here.

The customer is always right.

The gimp hoods are going on in the later, private ceremony. When you and flappy-ears take your real vows.

Equal rights for men

Some people have misunderstood my position on rights for men, so I am happy to set the record straight. I believe all men deserve to be treated in exactly the same way. All of my writings here demonstrate that same commitment, I think you’ll find.

He’s going to be changing his name, of course, as a married man. She just hasn’t yet decided what to change it to, that’s all.

Yup… I can hardly wait! And yet I do.

The branding incident was a bit unfortunate – just goes to show the dangers of handling red-hot iron carelessly – but thankfully no one important was hurt.

See what I mean about equal rights? Free healthcare, right here. Males get free education too – lots of it.

Don’t worry: she won’t tell anyone where you are.

Girlish ferocity

I just have resting silly grumpy-face. When I don’t have resting screamy pleading-face, anyway.

It’s supposed to be quite effective in preventing premature baldness… or was that ‘laziness’? All good, either way – just ask Helen.

Of course, she might do that even if he doesn’t make her.

And don’t forget to wag that cute little rubber dildo-tail.

I remember my first, fumbling attempts at sexual intercourse! Embarrassingly bad, like most men I suppose. I can laugh about it now, along with the guests whenever my SO tells the story, but at the time it was quite humiliating, especially with all those other guys there. I suppose a second time needn’t be quite such a… a shall we say ‘cringe-inducing failure’ but as my SO likes to say, ‘why risk it?’

Docility

“the fact or quality of being easily handled, managed, or led; meek and unquestioning obedience or compliance”

Obviously. Let’s hope Jennie’s getting better at it, now she’s onto her fourth try.

It’s one of those logical impossibilities – you know, like ‘a man saying “all men are lying, cheating bastards'”. Male philosophers used to debate these things endlessly, but I understand they are kept busy with more important, practical tasks these days.

I don’t think he objects to being inside the couch, it’s more that he was expecting to be alone in there.

Mrs Elton’s a good neighbour, anyway – happy to pop round and help out whenever your wife needs a hand.

Topping from the bottom can take many forms – all equally objectionable. When my SO plays with me, for instance, there’s often a very fine line between “pleading frantically for mercy through the screams” – which she enjoys – and “expressing an opinion on when she should stop hitting me”, which she dislikes intensely.

This is the lovely Vinyl Queen, who is in the lucky position of never having experienced the unpleasantness that is Servitor in session and is relatively unlikely to move to Edinburgh, being based as she is in San Francisco. Her other interest is gardening.

Smiles and tribulations

They say the best gift is a memorable experience.

Kind of her to help out. You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly.

Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep.

As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway?

Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’? Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him.

Tie me up and I’ll confess

…a thousand ways that make you statuesque. (just more old music, nothing specifically femdom I’m afraid. But it does feature Louise Wener and those lucky sleeperblokes, which is femdom enough for some).

Watch and learn – although it’s by no means certain you’ll ever get the chance to put it into practice.

Not often I feature maledom here, but I’m open-minded about it – I don’t mind maledoms, as long as they end up beaten, enslaved and crushed in body and spirit.

Whimper.

They are very concerned with fairness – and with unfairness too, obviously.

Well, as long as he’s cool about it I suppose you should be too.

Painful untruths

I’d offer to get rid of it myself but someone seems accidentally to have secured my wrists to the sides of the bed, here. I’ll have to have a word about that.

She’ll get the hang of it.

One of the riskier fetishes is ‘very pissed-off dominatrix’.

The depressing thing is, as it’s a vanilla porn movie. your being beaten up isn’t even really central to the main action. Try femdom: at least there, the beatings you receive are part of the sexy bit rather than filler.

I’ll just have another nonesome, then. Maybe two.

Dressed to oppress

Desires are OK. You’re welcome to have desires. But they’re not needs.

I don’t feel very masculine. But then I never do.

OK, better humour her. I hope she does actually know the way, though – there’s nothing worse than asking someone on the street for directions, and you get into a conversation and it turns out they don’t really know.