humiliation – Page 29 – Contemplating the divine

You’ve got me pretty deep baby

She can help you deal with feelings of guilt, too.

I’ve never seen the point of masturbation gloves, to be quite honest. I mean why buy a special item of clothing that you’re almost never going to wear?

You could try to bluff your way out. Or grovel. I think I’d go with grovel… but that’s just me.

Nice to have something to think about, to take your mind off how much it’s going to fucking hurt.

Always consensual. It’s rule number 1. Well, in my relationship it’s actually rule number 286, but you know what I mean.

Adult content warning

Persons proceeding past this point will encounter no genuinely adult content whatsoever, merely juvenile humour and sexual innuendo written by someone with the emotional intelligence of a teenager. You have been warned.

Let’s hope he enjoyed wishes 1 and 2.

Not very politically correct. Perhaps I need to be politically corrected.

Don’t worry, she’ll give him a 10% discount for all those extra hours.

These gender roles are essentially all social constructs anyway. Why should we have to conform to a role because of what sex we are? What if I choose not to do the housework, hmm? Well… I get tied across a chair and thrashed, obviously. But I could if I wanted to.. and didn’t mind the beating. That’s the point.

Self-harming is such a waste. When there are people out there who’d love to do it for you.

Humbled in her presence

Of course, for her it’ll be very different from having sex with you. Longer… more enjoyable…and more frequent too.

Don’t worry – it’ll be very special for both of you, I am sure.

And weekly confession too.

Sometimes men need a little encouragement to make the right choice of their own free will.

She has a point, you know. I’d say more, but I’ve a leash to fetch.

The wonderful, stern Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress, of course – who rather thrillingly could surely not give a rats arse about this blog one way or the other. Mmm.. contempt play.

Simply divine, darling

These things happen. So do canings.

Pnk’s nice. It’s a bit showy but manhide isn’t cheap, so why not flaunt it?

You have to hold the toungue very still while you do it, basically. And of course, you can’t really use a gag, so you have to not mind screaming. Fortunately, she doesn’t.

Works for me.

It’s not the actual intercourse, it’s the cuddle afterwards, I find.

Extra service

Hello, Business Answers? Natalie speaking. How can I help?

No, this isn’t actually the Chesham AB Nursery. We’re a business answering service. The person you’re trying to contact… errr
‘Nanny Stern’? She’s busy so she’s
switched all calls to us. But I have a
menu here I can take you through to try to process your call, if that’s any
help at all?

An appointment?
Sure. Tuesday week… not looking
good. Maybe Thursday? Thursday.
4 – 6 pm OK for you?

Fine… now I need to take some details for the booking. Do you have a customer code? Got it. Right – there you are. Mr Franks,
yes?

So…last time, you had… let’s see. Bedwetting, smacked bottom and nappy
humiliation? That OK for you this time
too?

Fine. Well that’s all
booked for you. Thursday week, 4pm.

Now, Mr Franks, as you’re on the line, I wonder if I could
talk to you about insurance on behalf of one of our other clients? You see, these days many people don’t
properly provide for –

Mr Franks? I’m sorry,
I don’t think I heard that, I –

Mr Franks?

Well, that was a bit rude.

Insurance…let’s see, we’ll call that ‘unsure’.

And back with Chesham AB Nursery, let’s see what we can do
about that rude word shall we Mr Foulmouth Franks? … Hmm…
‘mouthsoaping’. Perfect. Oooh: caning too! Well, why not? How many?… oh I
don’t know. Why’s it all in sixes?
12. No, let’s have 24.

And we’ll schedule a follow-up call about the insurance for
the day after.

Done.

Hello, Business Answers? Natalie speaking. How can I help?

Mistress and Commander

Celebrating the more militaristic side of our little hobby. Destruction, brutality, war, death… it’s sad there are these things in our world, but there’s nothing wrong with having a little sexy fun with them, is there?

As a British citizen, I don’t actually carry ID, but I do have an ownership tattoo, so let’s hope that will suffice.

It
happens. You know, the ninth Women’s Gestapo regiment once managed to
lose an entire infantry divisions-worth of POWs. Careless, but war’s
messy, right?

Her way’s a lot quicker, too.

Obviously enough, a lovely image from the British Institution.
You know, there are lots of organisations called “The British
Institute” of this, that and the other. I hope they enjoy the
ocasional accidental surf to prison.

Don’t worry. You get at least four more opportunities for appeal. We are going to fight this!

The divine, lovely, commanding Mistress Eleise de Lacy is no longer associated with Femme Fatale films and is cross with them (but oh, it’s wonderful when Mistress Eleise is cross with you, as I can personally attest!). So I won’t be linking to them, for images featuring her. And the not-always-in-charge Miss Woods is here.

Right, like her name’s really Vinyl Queen, huh? Dommes, eh? Do they think the rules don’t apply to them?

I’m guessing that’s who it is, from a Google Image search. Do correct me if I’m wrong.

Normal service

Right, after that little April interlude, this blog will return to its usual subject matter. Or ‘object matter’ when male submissives feature in the pics.

I don’t really ‘get’ maledom anyway, to be honest. I mean, I can just about see that it could be quite sexy to have an attractive woman all tied up, available for any sexual act of my choosing. I could iron one of her skirts, for example, or tidy her tights drawer even if what she really wanted was to be brought a cup of tea or have the garage cleared out. The thought of that kind of power’s quite a turn on. But what’s the point of my being turned on if if she’s completely helpless in the bondage – she can’t remove my chastity belt with her hands tied, can she? In any case, how can I decide what I want to do if she’s gagged and can’t tell me? See, I just think maledoms haven’t really thought it all through.

Oh well. Here are some things I do understand, dimly at least.

Ah, yes, the purest form of male submission: not even daring to irritate her with your presence. I find women really appreciate it when I do that.

Then, bruised and bloody, the winner gets to have a heavy BDSM session. Quite a day.

But you have to book. And until you’re a ‘regular’ you’ll need to pay a deposit in advance. No exceptions – sorry.

I’m sure she respects us really. It’s a kind of harsh femdom persona she puts on. She’s really good at it, don’t you think?

This is of course the lovely Gigi Allens, whose boots I am not fit to lick, and whose name I don’t even know how to pronounce. Hard g, soft? One of each?

The pre-marital agreement also refers to ‘objectionable conduct’ so don’t even think of arguing – that’s a red flag right there.

Hmm. Have I posted hat last one before? I have a system for this blog to avoid that, with ‘posted’ and ‘unposted’ folders (over 1000 captioned images presently in the latter, so this blog will be here for a while! Keep coming back.) Unlike the Tumblr site, where I just randomly post previously bloggered images, so there’s repetition from time to time (2700 now posted, though, so it doesn’t happen often! Keep going back – although there is nothing there that has not been here so I don’t really understand why people do). Still, the above looks awfully familiar. Oh well, have an extra one:

Oops. My bad.

Reminiscence

Really? Oh my god!
That must have been, like, so embarrassing! Hey – you know, the same thing happened to my
brother? When he was 15? Mom walked in just when he was…
well, actually you know, just when he was finishing if you know what I mean! And he couldn’t stop so it happened right
there in front of her!

Yeah. He was pretty embarassed about that!

Mom was kinda strict too. Especially about that kind of stuff. She paddled him so hard he could
hardly sit down for days. Made him read out the bits of the bible about the ‘sin of Onan’ while she did it.

Yeah? Your mom
paddled you too? What, with a big wooden
paddle? Ooooh – that must have hurt.

So when did all this happen?

About 25 minutes ago?

Oh.

Erm…

Right.

I just…I
dunno, thought maybe it was when you were a teenager or something… and, erm…

Hey! You know, what I just suddenly remembered? I can’t go tonight! I promised my friend Becky I’d
help her with her hair. I am so sorry!

What? ‘Where does
Becky live’? Oh… well, hey, where do you
live?

OK. It’s right the
other direction from there.

I hope you liked that. I just wanted to warn regular readers that the next posting, due on Friday, is going to be a bit of a change of theme for this blog, as it will feature female submission. Obviously, that’s not something that everyone who reads Contemplating the Divine will be into, so I just wanted to warn you as I don’t want to offend anyone. Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis, maybe it’s something else, but it’s just a theme I feel I want to explore at this stage in my sexual journey and I’ve tried my hand a few captioned images. Anyway, if you’re broadminded enough, come along and see what you think!

Servitor

Mean and nasty and pretty and horrible

Or pinches any other parts for that matter. Ouch. Only eight hours to go, though…

Yes, that should work. I certainly wouldn’t expect many erections any time soon, anyway.

They’re very nice shoes too.

If you want to get to know her better, you could try joining her reading circle.

My SO and I are agreed that wearing fur is cruel. That’s why she wears so much of it.

(Yup, same old anti-Vietnam littering-based protest song, Steve. But I’m hoping no one will notice the repetition.)

Tales of shame and degradation

Kinky and socially useful at the same time! What’s not to like?

Better be worth it… I need those fingers for my everyday sex life.

He did mind. But she didn’t.

Oh well. Live and learn.

Don’t diss housework simulators. After a hard day’s ironing, there’s nothing I like better than to relax with SimLaundry 3. I’m about to earn the 10,000 pleated skirt achievement.