humiliation – Page 15 – Contemplating the divine

Inferior sex

It’s the only kind I’ve ever provided, according to my SO. Although how she can come to such a firm judgement after only one (barely even one, technically speaking) occasion escapes me. Oh well.

Dommes can be surprisingly clumsy, for such elegant goddesses. I once spent a few hours tied to a cross on the floor of a BDSM club and it was just astonishing how many ladies managed to walk into me. And all from the same direction.

It’ll be all right on the day. She’ll make sure of that.

If you read that caption and ended up feeling almost unbearable envy for Pookie, then you’re in the right place.

The lovely Maya Sin, who once slapped and humiliated Servitor for a few hours, providing much-needed certainty. She seems temporarily(?) to have disappeared from the Internet but here is a page about her.

All of them? Or should they come up in threes?

She had the right to remain silent, but I understand she waived it.

Art intimidating life


It’s hard to believe anyone could be so cruel, contemptuous and dismissive… and not even charge for it.

Remember, there are no stupid questions, only stupid sissy co-workers.

How sweet. I can understand why women are attracted to lesbianism. The thing I find incomprehensible is that some women aren’t.

It is after all, voluntary slavery, so you should accept all her orders of your own free will. Otherwise you’re not doing it right, and she’ll have to step in.

Actually she knows precisely how to do that because apparently she’s filmed pretty much the same scene in eight of her last movies. I think the directors are just humouring her and that’s probably a good idea.

Painfully accurate

Thank goodness for that. Generally, this blog disapproves of the use of painkillers on men – just seems wrong and counterproductive, somehow – but this could be an exception.

It’s for her book club. They’re meeting here this week, I think – you still OK to serve the snacks?

Just goes to show it’s not all about the money.

Oooh… romantic evening ahead!

Angghwagh Mughwough!

A dose of unreality

Reality. It’s a tricky concept, one I certainly often struggle with. I used to think that would hold me back in life, but it seems it’s not even a barrier to becoming President of the United States, so what do I know?

Anyway, moving on from feeble political point-scoring , I thought it might be nice for once to cast aside the usual rigorous attention to authenticity and gritty realism on which this blog has built its reputation. No: let’s ditch that obsession with verisimilitude and instead present what might be the first in a new series* : glimpses of ‘Pervworld’ in which the world actually works the way it does in femdom fantasy.

Could it be reality one day, you ask?** Who knows?***

* Or it might not.
Not least because I am already running out of ideas. Astute ‘readers’
will have noticed that #2 and #4 are basically the same.

** No, obviously not. Idiot.

*** See above: I do. So do you, if you’re honest with yourself. Do try to get a grip, hmm?

Despotic love

I suppose I can wait to watch the cookery programme – I’ve become quite good at coping with deferred gratification. Thank goodness it’s only Raoul this time, anyway. Sometimes she invites all the guys round to watch a big game and I’m rushed off my feet fetching and carrying beers, snacks and condoms. She must find it quite exhausting too.

It’s funny how the simple act of having electrodes attached to your genitals can change your whole perspective on things.

I know she’s a busy woman, but I really think she could cane her own husband. And detention is a very special time in any relationship.

She works hard for her money (so he’d better treat her right).

But with dignity. Always with dignity.

The unkindness of strangers

… and loved ones, for that matter.

Aww… she gave you an advisory warning. Many new brides wouldn’t… she seems rather sweet.

Very fair point. The unfair bit is that homosexuality’s illegal there, so not only do they force you to suck off other inmates, they give you an extra 20 years for it.

‘Normally’? I’m normally out on the landing desperately hoping she’ll throw my trousers out after me at this point. So… new situation. Scrabble?

I hope she moves to a lower chair.

Actually, this is described quite clearly in Revelations. You just have to read it with the Bible held at the correct angle, in the right light. And Contemplate the Divine.

Unnecessary cruelty

But the world would be a grey and soul-less place if we only did things that were strictly ‘necessary’, don’t you think? Sometimes we have to live a little.

Her leadership style is simultaneously ‘top down’ and ‘bottom up’ if you can imagine such a thing.*

He thought she’d bought them to present him masturbating. But that turned out to be the other package she’d had delivered, the heavier one.

Financial domination is a rapidly-growing segment of the economy, in these difficult times. It’s just a more efficient way of giving money to superior ladies, without having to go through all the nonsense of dressing up in fetish clothes, meeting them in person or in any way bothering them.

When you’ve had enough things slapsplained, oddly enough, you actually find it increasingly difficult to retain information that has been imparted any other way. After a really effective slapsplaining session, for instance, I am usually very well informed on the specific matter under discussion, but find it hard to remember my own name or where I am.

Why not both? Freak pays and fucks off. It’s a win-win-lose, which sounds ideal.

* Very, very long-term readers might notice that I made this joke once before, around 2012 or so, to which I can only reply ‘Have you ever considered getting a life?’**

** My own is largely unused, if anyone wants it.

Crawl space

Actually that’s not true – she takes the keenest interest in making your knees hurt and derives great pleasure from it.

I’m actually really good at fetching sticks. On dates, I usually try to work the conversation around, so I can casually mention it.

I tried ‘coming out’ by telling some female co-workers about my true sexual nature and I have to say I didn’t get anything like this understanding reaction. Actually, the entire experience was utterly humiliating and very painful. So that was nice.

It’s odd – when the lady who’s now my SO and I first got together, she always (well… both times, anyway) complained that I came too soon. Nowadays, apparently I take too long and she never has time, even though I’m pretty sure I’m quicker than ever. Women, eh?

“throne”?

The Divine Mistress Heather, of course. Divinity lessons have never been so intense.

Liasons dangereuses

Urban foxes maybe? We used to have urban foxes, round where I lived in London. They used to steal so many things: shoes, certainly. They’d even take the panties and bras off the clothes lines of my neighbours… Yeah. Nasty little beasts. Agile too, to leap up high enough to reach the clothes line.

No, no: don’t get up.

Actually, it’s not quite true that she doesn’t care about your feelings. Truth be told, she enjoys the thought of your misery. But she’s too kind to admit it.

That’ll teach her.

It’s a pretty effect, isn’t it? Makes a change from the usual striping.

Tread softly, for you tread on my…

…actually, modesty forbids me from saying what she was treading on. Let’s just say that she crushed my hopes and severely injured my pride.

That should take your mind off the pain from the ring she just put on you.

Has she ever considered just walking around the horse shit? I mean, that would be so much more considerate, right?

Yet another example of a failure properly to consider Rule #18, here.

So much better to resolve these things without having to involve the insurance companies. Paying and fucking off is actually one of my favourite femdom activities, so it’s even a bit of a turn on too!

Men in this day and age have to realise that there is nothing inherently humiliating about being financially dependent on a woman. The humiliation, if any, is all in the way it is done.