Category: humiliation

Back on track

Well, the consensus seems to be that Google has backed down, so here we go again.

Have a double-length post to make up for it. Oh – and for the next three weeks or so there will be an additional caption each day on the Tumblr site, that will not appear here (because my filing system is too disorganised to find the right ones, if I delete the Tumblr queue).

****ing Google. 

Don’t worry.  You don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want you to do. In fact, you mustn’t.
 

 

Who says men are useless, eh?
 

 

I expect you’ll manage well enough without.
 

 

It’s bound to be a bit painful at first.  But you’ll get used to it.
 

 

I’ve always had this ability to make women laugh. I think I was born with it.
 

 

When he left school, he wanted to work in IT. And he does – he usually stops by that department just before lunch
 

 

I think we’ve all been there.  Just the other day a market research company rang up and asked if I was interested in taking part in a survey about web use. So I said sure, but after about five or six questions about my browsing habits, they just rang off without any warning!  Bizarre, huh? I mean why did they ask if they don’t want to know the answers?
 

 

Something to look forward to.
 

 

That’s good of her.
 
 
Another thing to tick off her bucket list. 
 



Pride comes before…

a mouth-soaping, a sound spanking and being sent to bed early without any supper.  There’s usually very little pride left after that, I find.

Mmmm…kinky!
 
 

Every girl should have a boyfriend collection.
 
 The lady on the right is the lovely Mistress Mina Thorne, visitable here.
 

It’s good for husbands and wives to talk about the family finances together like this.  Exactly like this.
 This lady is the awe-inspiring Mistress Selena, one of the best humiliatrices around in my humble, humiliated opinion.
 
 
 
Welcome back.  There have a been a few other changes too, but don’t worry, she’ll explain all about those in due course, when you’re wearing your shock collar.
 
 

I don’t know about you, but I deplore our modern throwaway society.  Time was, girls would really value getting a new slave.  Now they can get three for £25 at Primark, they just use them once and chuck them out.  It’s a shame, in some ways.

Worshipful company

 

If it’s any consolation, she certainly does care about how well you do the chores.
 

 

There’s plenty of boys.
 
 
It’s amazing, what computers can do these days.

 

I asked a domme once for a session in which she would treat me with utter contempt the whole time. I waited for hours in the rain, and she didn’t turn up, even though I’d pre-paid by credit card. Do you think perhaps she misunderstood?
 

 

Don’t worry, if anyone sees you they’ll probably assume you’re a devout pilgrim doing penance as part of a religious observation. Which, in a sense, you are.

Sometimes I get a funny pain

Please help me in my agony, dear Jane, dear Jane, dear Jane.

 

 

Actually, you only booked an hour and half. So that’s an extra half hour free!  Guess you won that one, huh?
 

 

Not at all.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to beg for it.
 

 

Ymmmnneh Mnnntrrrcch!
 
 
 
If you can’t choose, just take a few.  She’ll choose.  Or maybe she won’t.
 

 

I’m sure when Suzie comes, this whole silly misunderstanding will quickly be resolved.

A marriage of obedience


A problem shared… 
 

 

 
 

 

She’s just helping you put it in context.  Don’t forget to be grateful.
 

 

Worth it all for that one night of passion, though, huh?  Huh?
 
 

 

Best just to be passive and forget the aggression.

This is the lovely Gigi Allens from ClareSpanksMen and many other places.  More about her – mostly made up, but illustrated with lots of pictures – here.



Maybe.



If it isn’t hurting…

…then you’re wasting your money.

 

Actually, I think she just wants to see you get beaten up.

 

The rule is that only the lower brown stripe can still be visible, before the traffic stick treatment can be considered complete.
 
 
It’s good that she’s so broadminded.  I’ll get me coat…
 

 

It’s what your right arm’s for.


It’s amazing the things they can do with CGI special effects these days.  They can actually make it look as if flesh is being burnt off with a red-hot brand, you know.  But her method’s better.

The price of selfishness


Well, maybe I didn’t want you to clean the kitchen, did you
think about that?

If you’re left without orders all day, you should just stand
in the corner waiting, shouldn’t you?  I
was only out for eight hours. 

We can’t have you deciding to do things by yourself, just
because you think they might please me. 
Can we?

Can we?

That’s right.

That’s why we decided you wouldn’t have any money any more,
isn’t it?  Because you were spending it
all on silly presents for me.  It’s so
much better now I can buy things I want.

You can say ‘Yes Maria’ at this point.

I’m not going to have this sort of selfish and
self-indulgent behaviour any more.  It’s
not your place to decide for yourself how to please me, is it?

No.

 
Now on this occasion, it’s just possible that I forgot to
tell you to clean the kitchen, and I did want it done.  But that’s not the point.  So now I want you to spend the next hour or
so rubbing dirt from the rubbish bin all over the floor, and letting some old
food congeal on the plates.  Then you can
clean it again overnight.

Say thank you, Maria!

That’s better.

Taking his name


Oh – there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, about
the wedding.  You see,  Alan and I have agreed that I’ll take his
surname, when I’m his wife.  So your
brand will be wrong – I’ll be EMR, not EMW. 
We’re going to have you have you branded again.

Yes, I know.  If it’s
any consolation, I think it’s a bit unnecessary too.  When I told Alan your branded initials would
be wrong, I was really just making a light-hearted comment.  I didn’t think he’d insist on changing
them.  But you know what he’s like.

Hmm?

Yes, that’s the problem. 
I mean, you just can’t brand a R over a W. 
It wouldn’t look right.  I tried on paper, and it just always looked really forced.  So we’ll
burn a blank over to erase your old one completely, and then have EMR freshly branded
underneath.

Sure – you’ll have a kind of blank rectangle burnt into your
skin.  But that’s OK.  Alan doesn’t mind.  The main thing is you’ll have your new brand just under.

 

 

Oh stop crying. 
You’re lucky you’re not getting EMR-W!  That would be even more painful, wouldn’t it? 
I’d suggested hyphenating our last names.  But Alan’s a bit old fashioned.  Doesn’t really believe in feminism.  So, I’ll be EMR, and it’ll say that on my credit cards and my passport – and on your left buttock.  Actually, I’m kind of glad he insisted.  It makes me feel very secure, as if by carrying his name around with me I’m holding his hand.  I know it’s not very feminist, but I’m just not a very feminist girl, really.  Alan’s made me realise that.    That’s one of the reasons I love him, actually.

What?  No, of course we can’t do EMW-R!  Alan got cross enough when I suggested hyphenating with his name first!  He’s not going to have you branded with my initial first, is he?  Honestly, you can be so insensitive sometimes! 

You’re getting away lightly at the moment, anyway, you know.  I’m just waiting for him to realise that all our property
belongs to both of us.  If he
does, maybe he’ll want his initials on you too. 
But he hasn’t said anything yet, so fingers crossed – OK?  Just our little secret. I know it really hurts, so I don’t want you to have to face any more irons than absolutely necessary, OK?

Sure.  I won’t say a thing.

Oh – and Alan left some shirts to be ironed – and he wants his shoes polished.  Something else to get used to, I guess!  It’s going to be strange for you, having a man to run around after as well as me.  Strange for both of us – I’ll have to get used to not being the only one in charge.  You know he’s already offered to spank you, if I’m too tired some time?

Stop your sobbing


She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often.  She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you?
 

 

It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that.  Still, she could probably play around a bit.  I mean, it’s only fair.  And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key.
 
 
 
She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair.
 
 

 

Women, eh?  There’s always one more thing, isn’t there?
 
 

 

Pesky Geneva Convention. 

So bandwagon!  Much out-of-date meme.  Many comic sans (sorry Steve!).

It’s uncanny

I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:

 Impotent:

  • helpless

  • inadequate
  • incapable
  • incompetent
  • ineffective
  • ineffectual
  • inept
  • paralyzed
  • powerless
  • sterile
  • unproductive

It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me.  The power of words, eh?  But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?

Everyone should have a hobby.  I have several.



I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either.
 
 

 

Oh dear.  I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you?  Maybe you should have a word.
 
 
 
It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm.  I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right?

 

 

 

 
It’s good to do things together, as a family.