insects – Page 6 – Contemplating the divine

Making babies together

Hey there! Morning
tiger! How ya doing?

You want to ring a doctor? Oh! Why? Is something wrong?

Awww… not too personal to tell me, surely honey?

Not gonna tell? OK. Let me guess. The end of your prick has swollen up and it’s
red and sore, right? And you’re feeling
kinda woozy?

Uh huh. Well, I know
what that is.

What!?? No! It is NOT a sexually transmitted
disease. Honey!

No, it’s much more beautiful
than that. We’re going to have a baby!
Well… I am. But you’re going to
hatch it.

Remember when we fucked last night, and you felt a sudden
sharp sting at the end of your cock?
Well, that was me! And it wasn’t a sting, it was an egg-laying
proboscis. And right now my lovely
little daughter is all curled up inside your cock, ready to grow.

No…no, don’t try to leave, honey. She wants to be with her Mommy. And if she senses we’re growing far apart,
she’ll release more of the paralysis toxin.
The only reason you’re conscious is that I’m here. She only needs to do that for a few days,
though. She’s got filaments spreading
along your nerve fibres, and when they reach your brain she can take
control. You’ll be free to move and
speak and stuff, but she’ll be in charge.
That way she can keep you safe as she incubates and feeds. It’s like being carried around wrapped in a cushion
of your favourite food!

Hmm? Oh, about nine
months, rather like you humans. She’ll
burrow up into your torso in about a week or so, though, there’s not enough
flesh in your cock to sustain her for more than a few days. She’s got feeding
tendrils that’ll spread throughout your body… muscles, liver, lungs. She’ll take a little from everywhere, try to
keep you alive as long as possible. Your brain’s probably going to be last on her menu – it’s kinda yummy but if you eat it up too quick, the host dies too soon.

Anyway, have some of this fruit. You’re probably hungry,
right? That’s her as well, trying to
fatten you up. I’ll fix breakfast. You want some
pancakes? I can do pancakes, the old-fashioned way. With maple syrup!

All your praises they shall ring if it be your will … to let me sing

Erm… sorry, was I supposed to be typing something down here?

Well it matters to the bug. Still, I suppose it’s quite low down in the grand scheme of things. No point paying attention to the feelings of worms or cockroaches, is there?

Yes. How awful it must be for guys with huge cocks, who are into SPH, did you ever think of that? Poor souls…

And I’ll be thinking about her (Lady Sophia Black, ladies and gentlemen!)

The nickname’s a bit unfair. It’s not his fault his breath smells of piss.

Active-aggressive behaviour

Actually, I think her levels of married bliss have never been higher.

Have you noticed their expressions? I don’t think they’re going to argue about this. Sometimes couples already really know what needs to be done – the role of the external expert is just to help them open up about it to each other.

He does still participate in rapes from time to time, though. Just in a different role.

Valuable protein.

That kind of bitchy behaviour is quite unusual in OWK, actually. Generally, the ladies work within a supportive and positive team culture. It’s about mutual respect in the workplace, basically.

Don’t question why she needs to be so free

…she’ll tell you it’s the only way to be.

Dinner parties can be such hell, can’t they?

Seems fair.

This is the lovely Mina Thorne, in a very fine video for Men Are Slaves (well of course they are)

Hmm. Maybe there’s some hidden food and when I find it I’ll also find a way to kill the cockroaches? No, that’s not it…

You’ll feel a lot better once you know you have no secrets from her. Well – when the welts have died down, anyway.

If you look very carefully, you can just see one of his toes poking out, I reckon. He’ll get in trouble for that if she finds out,though, so keep it to yourself, OK?

More of that kind of thing

Mistress Debbie to you. Scarier than she sounds, huh?

I can feel it helping already.

Well, it wasn’t specifically on his hard limits list, so I suppose it’s OK.

Lexi Sindel. Who else? Well… some ants, I suppose. Oh – and a bloke.

You’ll soon learn to detect the early signs of a long period of impotence. Pursing her lips, finding fault with you – that kind of thing is usually a good early indication of a prolonged period in which you’ll find sexual release difficult if not impossible to achieve.

It’s good to have occasional surprises in marriage.

Put your lovin’ hand out baby

It’s what she says when my hand’s been doing a bit too much lovin’. I just say ‘Yes Ma’am’.

The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I’m sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies. Except her clients, obviously.

Perhaps these things should come with instructions.

Sounds like a win-win.

Actually it arrived two days ago. Come on – you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she’s going to be very cross.

That’s very considerate of her, isn’t it? They’re not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know.

No means no

There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.

Finally found something you’re good at! Well done.

The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem.

Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will!

They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes!

Awww… sweet.

I have to praise her

…like I should.

Don’t forget to scurry. Ball boys should definitely scurry.

Sergei I am not looking forward to.

But seeing as this is Mistress Absolute – the Mistress Absolute – I suspect that can only add to the value, among certain rare connoseurs conouiseirs conosewers, don’t you think?

Domina Liza. I’ll confesss, I don’t know the Lady in person, but I suspect that her attitude to such a request would be along these lines. This caption is intended to comment on the style of femdom photo that I mentally categorize as ‘tits out for the lads’ and try, virtuously, to avoid.

Awww… poor little thing.

Yes, I’ve experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously.

I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.

Women, eh! Never satisfied.

I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree?

Lucky, lucky us.

Let’s spend the night together

Now, this time around, your night in the cage is going to be
a little different.

Why? Because Mistress says so of course. But if you mean “In what way, Mistress?”, well, it’s because
you’ll have a little friend to keep you company, that’s why.

Can you guess?

Well… I read your diary the last time we did this – and
you’ve been keeping a little secret from me, haven’t you?

Hmmm?

Begins with ‘A’?

No, I don’t think you’re going to get it. ‘Arachnophobia’ is the word I was waiting for.

Now calm down. No,
come on. Calm down! It can’t really do you any harm.

Goodness, what an awful racket. It’s a good thing we soundproofed this
dungeon, isn’t it? And you know there’s
no point tugging on those chains like that.
They’re very strong. We wouldn’t
want your arms free to squash the poor little thing, now, would we?

That’s better. Try to
breathe normally.

What’s that? No, of
course you can’t. Don’t you
remember? You asked for a session with
no safewords. I can do anything to you
that doesn’t cause any actual damage.
Well, this is it.

Anyway, I’ve heard that this sort of thing is the way to
cure these silly little phobias. You’ve obviously got rather a bad one.

Well, I’ll be off.
I’ll just let little Miss Moffit out, and then I’ll close the door nice
and tight so she can’t leave either.

You know, they say the spider is more scared than you
are. You might want to bear that in mind. Although, looking at you now,
that’s hard to believe.

Do you think it’s better with the light on… or off? Better to see it… or just to know it’s there? Oooh, choices, choices. I’

Hmmm. Tell you what. I’ll just leave a torch shining from the other side of the dungeon. Then there will be a few well-lit spots, but mostly it’ll be dark.

I beg your pardon? No
– of course I don’t want an extra £1000 in tribute! What a ridiculous thing to say! You’ve completely broken the mood now. Well, I mean it would be nice. I’ll let you give it to me afterwards. But it won’t get you out of this. Bad boy – you’ll get an extra six hours for that. Release won’t be until after lunchtime tomorrow.

Goodnight. Play nice.

(Now come on Sweetie…out you go, now… there!)