Category: humiliation

Striking poses

As my SO points out: lots of women enjoy sex with their husbands, she prefers sex without her husband.  The difference is only a few letters but it’s a big deal for her, so who am I to argue?

 

 

Mmmm … a severe scolding, Mistress?

 

 

 

It’s going to be a special day for her boyfriends too.  And their mates.

 

 

 

Of course the OWK had safewords really.  In a variety of quite widely-spoken Central European languages, so there was really no excuse for ‘guests’ not knowing how to pronounce them perfectly.

 

Her kink is not your kink – are you going to make a selfish fuss?


Strict unethical standards


Sometimes, for brief periods when I am asleep or locked away in a cupboard.

 

 

 

 

God save the Queen.  And her subjects, who might need some divine intervention, in the decades of her reign.

 

What sort of fish?  Sustainably-sourced, I hope.

 

 

 

I did know at one point.  Maybe I forgot… it’s all such a long time ago.

 

 

 

Sometimes I wish English retained the distinction between familiar and formal modes of address.  I could try asking my domme to call me ‘thou’ but it just wouldn’t be the same.*

 This is the very lovely and French Ibicella.  She speaks English but, really, why would you want her to?

 

 

* Occasionally people ask me what my pronouns are.  To my embarrassment, I am forced to admit that I am not allowed any.

Leading women

People think that the whole ‘femdom humiliatrix’ thing is just a minority interest but back in the day when I was dating I met so many girls whose sexual fantasy was to deny me sex – and many who mocked my small penis, too.  They’re out there if you know how to find them.

 




It’s actually a bit hypocritical of her to say that, because in the six months before the op, she was the one who managed to work the subject into almost every conversation.  Still, probably best not to call her out on it… you know what she’s like.





It’s very odd – according to my SO, I often choose courses of action that lead inevitably to my being subjected to intolerable pain.  But she’s supposed to be the sadistic one!  Go figure, as they say.

 


Erm… whatever we’re permitted to say, I suppose?




Several of the prisoners in the nearby underground prison tearfully begged Madame Jana not to make him do that again, saying they preferred the whip.



And finally, any Swiss fans of the World War M series might want to note that their opportunity to serve their country in those crucial mobile laundry units has finally arrived.

Formal disciplinary procedures

 I was once threatened with ‘formal disciplinary procedures’ by the Head of Human Resources at a company I was working for.  Needless to say, I initially misinterpreted her offer!  So it nearly got quite embarrassing but as soon as she explained that she wasn’t speaking about HR matters in a work context, but just wanted to put me across her lap and spank my naughty bottom, we both relaxed and ended up having rather a fun evening.

 

Don’t
worry, it doesn’t stay that impersonal.  She has pet names for each of
her favourite interns – and for those she most dislikes, too, oddly
enough.



She likes to give direct feedback on her employees’ performance, so she’ll probably end up asking if she can borrow the remote.




Expensive things.  That’s why they call them ‘expenses’ after all.


Guys who sexualise and objectify women in a work context are the worst, aren’t they?  I’m glad I published this post, so I can make my views on that clear.




What a very understanding work environment.  Basically, they are creating an unsafe space just for you.  I hope you’ll be suitably grateful.



Agonising and ecstasising

Silly headline, sweet little song,* content is essentially unrelated.

 

 

It only gets sadder from here on in, Ma’am.  You don’t mind if I call you Ma’am, I hope?  Ma’am.

 

 

 

 

She can wait.  Hours, days, weeks.  Whatever it takes.  And you’re not going anywhere, obviously.

 

 

 

Maybe I’m just trying to demonstrate that I’m not one of those guys who just thinks about his penis the whole time, you know?

 

 

 

 

It’s cheaper than domme session rates, but only slightly – and much more intense.

 

 

 

 

Don’t ask her about the bad experience.  She’s been able to move on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* But not as sweet as the one from Butterflies.

Uncivil partnerships

 

 

It’s a mere technicality.

 

 


 

A lot of men who are initially reluctant to wear shock collars end up thanking their wives for it, I understand, so there’s really no reason not to give it a go.

 

 

 

There’s nothing worse than calling your domme by the wrong name, is there?  Well… Obviously, there is something worse, which is what happens next when you do – but I’m sure you know what I mean.


More and more women carry tasers to ward off unwanted sexual advances.  Even a few years back, when I was dating, I’d estimate maybe 40% of them did.





 

Thank goodness.  Finally a chance to put my side of the story!


Hers to keep

 

 

And of course there’s no rule that says you can’t use any twice.  Or even more often than that.


 

 

 

I expect Sasha will get the hang of it.  One excuse for a beating’s almost as good as another; it’s silly to get hung up on narrative consistency.  I never do – as readers of my stories will attest.

 

 

 

He’s probably thinking he’s not really up to moving like greased lightening, at his age.  But that’s the thing about femdom – you can always surprise yourself.

 

 

 

Subbie hear, subbie do.



Many submissive men get quite hung up on how wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, co-workers and so on will react to their fetish.  But the truth is, many of them just don’t care at all and haven’t the least interest in us.   I find it quite humiliating…. yum.

 

Maybe I’m just stupid

I thought we’d got it sorted. (NB: link is not femdom-related, unless you have the same sorts of fantasies about Louise Wener as I do).


Ah, those far off heterosexual days.





The game of ‘fetch’ is actually harder than it looks.




Once she’d explained her idea, they agreed that it was safe.  Not consensual – obviously – and quite possibly not sane, but safe enough, probably, so they just decided to go for it.




He’s lucky.  My
SO usually decides I’m too busy to take even 15 seconds out of my busy
schedule and of course I have to agree with her about that.



I think she’s right: she probably should have used a different bat.  But those big heavy ones have their uses, too.

 

All under control

 …just as it should be.

 

This image reminds me a bit of my first sexual partner, although the heel is a slightly different shape.

 

 

 

She’s actually never done a humiliation session before – but it turns out she’s a natural.

 

 

Fortunately, he has a very sophisticated palate, so whatever it is – or used to be – I’m sure he’ll be able to work it out.

 

 

 

Mainly, it’s the abuse, to be honest.

 

 

 

Poor dear man.  So very old.  So very dead.  I hope she gets over it quickly, so she can live a full life for him.  He’d have wanted that.

 

 

 

A domme’s a domme for a’ that

 


Hmm?  You want to know what? 
The ‘most domme thing I’ve ever done’?

Oh, I dunno.  The
usual stuff, you know?  Whipping,
ball-busting… humiliation scenes.  I
mean, the first time you piss on a guy, for instance, you think, like ‘this is
radical’ but then a bit later you just find yourself putting the kettle
on an hour before a piss session without even really thinking about it.  It’s just an extra cup of tea.

Or the first time you stub a cigarette out on someone – like
I’m going to with this one.  He wasn’t expecting that, actually – just watch him shit himself now!  But it’s just the job, really.

Oh – there was this one time!  I got some guy’s name wrong when setting up a
session – it was one of those that can be spelt different ways, like ‘John’
with and without an ‘h’ right?  And he
wrote this creepy email in sub-speak, you know the sort of thing: “Most
imperious and perfect Mistress, although it is not the place of a mere slave to disagree with You, this worthless worm would humbly note’ – and all that. 
Irregular capitalisation, even – I hate that.  So I just snapped off this dommy reply:
“I am never wrong, so change your name by deed poll, slave!  I will not see you in session until I see proof you have
done so.” 


Anyway… he did! 
I’d forgotten all about it, but then a few weeks later he got in touch again and he’d uploaded these documents to prove it – you get an amendment to your birth certificate, apparently.  Showed some commitment, anyway – makes a change from slaves who want to
spend hours cleaning your flat then get bored after five minutes and start whining
to be spanked.  Changed his actual name,
just like that.  He must have had to sort
out bank accounts, passports, god knows what.

Funny thing, though: I never did session with him.  As it happens I was going through some
changes in my life just then, wanted to cut down the number of slaves I was
seeing, so I just started saying no to new ones.  He was quite persistent, now I come to think
of it.  Had to block the annoying little
bastard’s email address, in the end.

Hmm?  Oh I don’t
remember.  John or Stephen or something
like that.  You know – a name that can be
spelt different ways?  That’s the point
of the story, anyway – it doesn’t actually matter who he was, does it?

Right.  Time to put this cigarette
out.  If you want to see
something ‘domme’ watch this.  New experience for maggot here, though I’ve done it thousands of times.  He’s been lying there all this time, shitting himself wondering how much it’ll hurt.  Hurts like hell, actually – pretty hard-core stuff, but it’s about time he had his limits stretched.  Fucking wimp.

Don’t you dare drop my fag packet, maggot!  Or break it by biting too hard.

Here we go.


 

The part of the domme in this little tale was played by Lady Sophia Black, undoubtedly one of the dommiest dommes it has ever been my extraordinarily good fortune to encounter.   She is beautiful, haughty, creative and – tragically – retired.