humiliation – Page 33 – Contemplating the divine

She wants you back

You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said about how
frustrating and humiliating you find it – being locked up in that thing while I
fuck Raoul.

I think I might have the solution. You could both fuck me!

I mean, not at the same time of course. Not quite at the same time, anyway.

You see, Raoul’s really rubbish at foreplay. Well, actually he can be fantastic at it, but
usually he doesn’t bother, you know?
Just wants to get his massive cock into me and start thrusting away –
silly old bull.

So I thought maybe you could do the foreplay? And Raoul needn’t even be there – he can be
downstairs watching the football or something.
You could be delicately stroking and kissing me – not on the face,
though, because I want to pretend it’s Raoul, not you. And using your tongue. Of course, you’d stay locked up just to make
sure there are no accidents.

And then when I’m good and ready, you can go downstairs and
tell Raoul he can come up. Remember he
likes you to call him Sir.

And then we’d lock you in the cuckold pillory and fuck the
rest of the night, just like now.

There – that should help with that horrible sexual
frustration – don’t you think?

No? Oh. Well, you’re doing it anyway, grumpyface.

For old times’ sake

Oh hi! It’s, err…, Mike isn’t it? Oh wow. Long time.

Well yeah,
yeah I’m fine. You probably heard –
after we broke up I finally got serious about my work, and now I run my own
business consulting practice. I kind of
split my time between here and New York, you know? Although these days Shanghai’s almost as
important.

So…um. How long’s it been? Oh – listen to me, what a stupid thing to
say! I know exactly when we broke up…
not going to forget it. I guess we’ve
both moved on a lot since then! I mean,
I got so upset, didn’t I? Why shouldn’t
you ask me for a blow-job anyway? I
suppose I was really conflicted, because back then I didn’t have the confidence
just to say no, so we had a scene and well… you know.

How about
you? Do you live round here? Pretty swanky neighbourhood, huh?

Oh, did
you? Oh I’m sorry to hear that. So many companies closing down lately, I
know, it’s been tough all over. Which
one were you with?

Right. Yes, they had a big rationalisation after
they got taken over by that French company, didn’t they? Is that when you lost your job? I know, a lot of people did. I worked on the
post-merger business plan, actually – that was my firm’s big break! My client started
calling me the Surgeon – you know, for all the fat I cut out of the
company. And the nickname got around and: ‘Hey! Send for the Surgeon!’ You know?
Really lucky break.

But anyway,
erm… obviously tough for you… But
it’s nice to see you again! I mean, just
to say hello, you know. It’s not like I’d
want to get back together! I mean, I
spent – oh it must have been years –
hating you and loving you too, and thinking that I’d just pick up the phone and
maybe we could get back together… give you a blow job. It was usually that bit that put me off,
actually!

Hmmm? No, no serious relationships. Actually, I usually pay for it these
days. That way, I can get exactly what I
want and no fuss. I’ve got so much
money, I just prefer it that way. They
have to go down on their knees in front of me, and they have to be reluctant,
but then I start handing them the cash, one note at a time and they give me
oral sex… and I’ll tell you a little secret.
They have to pretend to be called Mike!

Whoops! Too much information. Moving on!

So what are
you doing today?

Begging on
the street?

Oh. I see.

Well, honey,
let me see I’ve probably got a few notes here.
Yes – here you go. I – oops, I
dropped it! How about that? Go on: pick it up if you like.

There it is – just down there in the gutter.

Nervous anticipation

Surely the sexiest feeling there is. Don’t you think? No? Try a vanilla blog with lots of pictures of naked women instead, then, because this just isn’t going to be your thing.

Well… as long as they’re housetrained.

The lady above is Mistress Hellena, web site as recorded on the bottom right of the picture. She has lots of very creative videos on the site – not the usual stuff by any means. At one point, a slave gets wrapped up in brown paper. She is clearly a wonderfully commanding and creative domme and I’d love to session with her, but her voice sounds exactly like my mother’s and that freaks me out. Poor old screwed up Servitor.

Will he go under or over the barbed wire, I wonder?

But hey, it’s what we do, right?

Don’t you hate it when women do this? They say “Is there something you want to talk about?” when really they already know all about it? And then they strap you across the whipping block and flog you mercilessly, halve your pocket money and ground you for six months? Women, eh?

It’s sad, but there are just too many submissive men chasing too few dommes. The pound is the only answer. Don’t worry: they’re very humane there.

Informed consent

It’s very important. She always informs me when my consent is required for something.

Ignorance is no defence.

Check-out time is when she decides to release you.

Hmmm. Interesting. I wonder what she does use, then. Any thoughts?

..and what’s the best?

Probably best not to ask… I certainly don’t know.

She seems nice.

I was going to point you to this forthcoming movie which looks very fine, but Paltego beat me to it.

So instead (trigger warning: vanilla. And you have to enter access code 7201969), how about Anne Hathaway in space!

In the morning when the madness has faded

Oh hey, good
morning! Listen, thanks for last night,
OK? You were great. One of the best I’ve had.

I loved the
way you shrieked when I was pinning your cock to the board! Don’t you dare tell me you were faking! If you were, you’re just the most amazing
actor ever, and I don’t want to know, OK?

Oh – and I’m
sorry about the mix-up with the enema bags.
You probably realised the soapy one was supposed to go up your ass, not
into your mouth. Still, I don’t suppose
it did you any harm. I’m sure you’ve had worse.

Anyway – the
money’s over there on the sideboard, in an envelope. I put a little extra in!

Hmm? Well, it’s your money, sweetheart. For the
sub session.

What? You mean you’re not…? You weren’t expecting to be paid?

So, you
just…. Oh wow. I mean, wow. I’m sorry, I just assumed…

Well, you
must let me pay for something. Otherwise
I’d feel awful, about doing all those things
to you. It is quite a lot of
money… and I don’t mind, I have plenty.
That’s right. You just take
it. Buy yourself some nice things.

And you must let me
put a little make-up over the bruises on
your face. So you’re pretty, just in
case you want to try another trick tonight, now you’ve done it once.

And… listen,
I was thinking. I don’t have to be
anywhere until after lunchtime. Erm… would
you like to earn a little more?

Don’t worry
about having breakfast – it’ll be easier to do this on an empty stomach.

Office services

Hi – you
looking for me? Mel Collins?

Right – yes,
I thought you must be. You’re new,
right? Have you been told what you’re
supposed to do?

You’ve got a
general idea, but you’d rather hear a detailed description directly from
me? OK.

Right, well,
with me it’s all about domination and humiliation. I’ve got a big strap-on, and I start by
fucking you up the arse with it. I hope
you’re nice and tight, because I like that to be quite uncomfortable. I’ll be tugging hard on your balls too. Anyway, then I order you to kneel in front of
me and suck it, and you refuse because it’s just come out of your arse and it
smells of your shit. So then I get angry
with you, I best you around the face a bit, then I tie you over the table and
whip you with my belt. It’s good if you
cry. Then you kneel in front of me, with
your hands still handcuffed, and suck it off.
After that, I scatter your money around the room, and you have to crawl
about picking it up with your mouth.
I’ll throw the handcuff key down as well, and just leave you. You can let yourself out – I don’t want to
see you at that point.

Got it? You can start by stripping naked for me right
now. I said NOW you shit-licking whore!

What’s that?

Oh.

Oh, I
see. So you’re here about the network
connection? Not… the other thing?

Well
no, if you’re from IT I suppose you
would be. Sorry – I thought you were
someone else.

So… why are
you still getting undressed?

Any flavour except vanilla

… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.

Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!

‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she?

You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment.

She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that.

This is the divine Mistress Ezada Sinn, if you didn’t know that already

Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post.

Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay.

New boy

It’s, erm… Roger isn’t it?

‘Robin!’ Yes of course. Well, Robin, I’m sorry I haven’t
been around much on your first day. Busy, busy. Everyone treating you OK?

Great. Do come to me if anything’s worrying you, OK? My
door’s always open, even to the most junior boy on the team.

Listen, Roger, I want you to know that I’m not one of those
bosses who thinks only women can do the important jobs, OK? I’m very keen to
give boys a chance. Boys can do very well in this company – and they brighten
the place up, too! Anyway, I’m totally opposed to sexism and discrimination in
the workplace, OK? Everybody in the team is worthy of respect for who they are.
Even boys. Especially boys.

So don’t take this the wrong way. But you could maybe dress
a bit more… smartly, hmm? Maybe show yourself off to a bit more advantage. A
nice pair of smart white shorts, for example. Not too baggy – maybe even a size
or too smaller than the trousers you’re wearing. Nice close fit…

Great. I’m sure you’ll get on very well here Roger. Sorry –
I mean Robin, don’t I? Robin. Must remember that.

Now – how about a cup of tea for the boss? Milk and a
sweetener.

Thanks Roger.

Standing room only

Oh hey. Listen, I am
really sorry about this, but as we’re expecting to be quite busy this evening,
we’re gonna need to limit access?

We try to only let the more attractive customers in, you
know? It’s corporate policy, we’re the
place where the beautiful people go – that kinda thing.

Anyway, your friends can come in, but I’m afraid you don’t
make the grade.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

Well… you could go to MacDonalds? Or if you wanna wait here, we can see if you
get invited to a table?

Yeah, sure. See – if
a table of women decide you’re attractive enough, they can call you over, and
then you can eat – just like everyone else!
Pretty neat, huh?

OK, well, sure! You
just go over there in the corner, honey.
Where it says “Rejects – male”.
Under the light there, so everyone can see your face. And you just stand there, waiting to see if
anyone wants you.

Oh yeah, you’re the only one just now. But I expect there will be a few more,
too. There’s always a few unattractive
men like you, hoping to get lucky.

Oh – and if by the time we close, you haven’t been picked,
we’ll give you some leftovers, OK? So you
won’t go home hungry.

Sure – no problem!
Don’t worry about telling your friends – I’ll explain it all to them.

Oh – I’m Carly, by the way.

Despised and rejected by women

…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.

I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack.

I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures. But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already? I mean, really? Come on guys – do try to pay attention.

Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead.

Good luck, George.

I’ll bet she does.

This lady – Lady Annabelle – doesn’t feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey. But she’s very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.

Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk.