lady in red – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Blonde ambition

In trying to come up with that title, I was thinking of ‘Blonde justice’ and had a sneaking suspicion I’d used it before, so I searched and found… oh dear, four posts all called ‘Blonde justice’. Is the blog really so forgettable, even for me? Maybe been going too long… but I’ve still got another 2772 captioned images unposted and I write more all the time, so I’m afraid we’re just going to have to carry on.

Anyway, blonde post. Yes, of course Mistress Eleise is in it. Did you really need to ask?

Obviously, it’s going to be very painful – it often is when a relationship ends – but don’t worry: one day she’ll look back on it and laugh. Possibly even next Thursday, when you come home with that funny bruised face.

Why should he mind? Why should she care if he does?

She’ll freely admit she’s a trophy wife. First prize in the ‘deluded and regretful old fool’ category.

I hate hypothetical questions. Strap me to the gurney and let me see the scalpels, then it will feel more like a real choice, that’s what I say. Assuming I’m still allowed to choose.

If you keep it up long enough, even an obese 220-pound man can easily lose as much as…well, 220 pounds, eventually. By weight, I mean. A lot more pounds sterling, obviously but who’s counting?

Told you. S he’s magnificent. What an extraordinary honour and pleasure (and pain) it was for me to session with her a few times, in Paris some years ago.

In fact… shall we have another Mistress Eleise image? I say we should and it is my blog, after all.

She’s laughing inside.

She looked like something special

…the kind who’d understand.

Perhaps she’ll bring you a treat.

Where there’s a will – and strong pelvic muscles, restraints and plenty of lube – there’s a way.

Some valuable soft skills there, to complement the hard skill set many of the senior staff already have.

If men’s libbers feel oppressed, they’ve got no one to blame but themselves.

Raoul has a gay friend! Sign of the times. Maybe he’s moving on from those ridiculous old-fashioned attitudes.

Correct me if I’m wrong…

… or if I’m right, for that matter.

Another year, more of the same. Here we go.

Three and a half men, then.

Some people have complicated femdom fantasies. Others just have simple femdom realities.

Here – have you heard this one? Why did the blonde in charge of the Sexist Detention Centre press the red button in her office? To give all the inmates a series of agonising electric shocks! OK, you might not think it funny but, believe me, she does.

She’s not really a believer in unisex fashion, you see.

Don’t get her wrong – she’s prepared to accept there’s plenty of room for improvement in the relationship. Just not in anything she does.

Missgoverned

Just so there’s no misunderstanding.

Oh dear. I hope she gets over the embarrassment quickly.

Don’t worry about the whip – her aim’s terrible when she’s a bit sloshed, so you should be fine.

Her colleague Tanya’s not quite so talkative – but don’t worry, she’ll look after you.

This just gets better and better – first bondage, now she’s phoning a sexy friend and by the sound of it roast turkey when you’ve finished! And people worry about going off for bondage scenes with complete strangers.

Embarassingly accurate

I wonder if she’s jealous that she never gets to do the ironing any more?

The girls could probably handle more than ten reasons, but at that point the boys would run out of fingers so it’s probably best not to go there.

Don’t worry, he won’t be there all night. She’s got a pillory in the bedroom too. In fact, it’s the same model so he can just stagger there still wearing the cross-piece and it slots right in.

I was too worried about ending up with some embarrassing word tattooed on me in Chinese or Japanese so my SO kindly agreed to do it in English instead – just as well, as it turns out ‘wanker’ doesn’t translate directly.

You could try licking the tears back up.

Your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul

It’s easy to tell when someone’s smiling, even behind a medical mask.

Original sins, so to speak. Ho de ho.

Now here’s a lady with an original approach to BDSM. It might seem surprising that a bee-keeping outfit can actually be more scary than the traditional leather uniforms, but believe me: once you’ve experienced that kind of play, you’ll agree that it is.

She got accustomed to having her own way when they were all encouraged to stay in character on-set and she’s never really readjusted to the real world. Probably best to humour her. Her entourage do: that’s why they got you.

Like many guys I vividly remember the very first time I totally failed to have sex with a girl. She was rather sweet about it, actually, which in retrospect is a shame, as if she’d humiliated and mocked me, I might have got excited and been able to rise to the situation. Oh well… it was very special, anyway.

Contemptuous liaisons

Looks like only one person in this relationship is making any effort. That’s not a formula for long-term happiness.

Why are so many women so imprecise when it comes to numbers? They say things like “only for a few hours” , “in a few weeks’ time”, “a few dozen, and then maybe the same on your thighs”… when did ‘few’ start to have such painful connotations?

She’s a perfectionist. I hope you are, too.

The teddy bear is only a temporary expedient while she buys you a blow-up sex doll. She’s just trying to choose between the ‘Sven’ and ‘Muscle Man’ models.

She makes a compelling argument, you have to admit.

Leading women

People think that the whole ‘femdom humiliatrix’ thing is just a minority interest but back in the day when I was dating I met so many girls whose sexual fantasy was to deny me sex – and many who mocked my small penis, too. They’re out there if you know how to find them.

It’s actually a bit hypocritical of her to say that, because in the six months before the op, she was the one who managed to work the subject into almost every conversation. Still, probably best not to call her out on it… you know what she’s like.

It’s very odd – according to my SO, I often choose courses of action that lead inevitably to my being subjected to intolerable pain. But she’s supposed to be the sadistic one! Go figure, as they say.

Erm… whatever we’re permitted to say, I suppose?


Several of the prisoners in the nearby underground prison tearfully begged Madame Jana not to make him do that again, saying they preferred the whip.

And finally, any Swiss fans of the World War M series might want to note that their opportunity to serve their country in those crucial mobile laundry units has finally arrived.

A study in scarlet

I don’t know what word that is and I don’t want to. For some reason, it brings back painful memories.

I’ve often thought its odd how confident dommes often are about what we subs can take or not, given that they’ve usually never tried it on themselves.

Try not to make an ass of yourself.

I can be both. And so much more.

That does sound fun. I hope she doesn’t charge a fee for taking that half of my income off me, though. But if she insists, obviously I won’t argue.

Oh – and in the same theme of the colour red… it took me a while, Furcoat, but I got there eventually.