latex – Page 4 – Contemplating the divine

The nymphs tread out their ground, fa la

.. for now is the month of Maying. Fa la la la la la la la.

A latex-shining session? Pah – that’s practically vanilla. You’ve got a proper femdom activity booked, you have, so go ahead and enjoy every authentic moment of it.

That’s a shame, as the date was going quite well up to that point. Maybe they’ll leave you their phone numbers.

My SO is fine with me deciding for myself what I want to eat when we go out to a restaurant. She doesn’t usually let me have it, of course.

Don’t worry, she’s only planning to shoot to wound. Much more fun that way.

The shapely ankles and calves within these elegant boots belong to Miss Chambers, of Cruella fame. Now if only we could see her lovely, lovely nose too.

That’s a good clause. I have it tattooed on me, just in case I ever forget.

Oh, and as a little bonus, I just discovered this delightful thing and felt compelled to share it.

#Chris Pine from Entertainment Weekly

All authority in Heaven and Earth has been given to her

Extra Easter post! Yay…. Only one actually Easter-themed, but that’s probably just as well, really.

Could maybe try a bit
of both? Make him eat a chocolate egg or two, while he’s suspended by
his aching wrists? Meet halfway, in a spirit of compromise inspired by the season.
All that chocolate might help him work up even more of a thirst for the
sponge of vinegar she’ll be raising to his parched lips after he’s been hanging there for a few hours.

Yeah, don’t dwell on how things might have gone differently in the past. Much better to think about the future and… mmm, OK, maybe better not to think too hard about the future, actually.

Naughty nursie’s getting a pay rise. Several pay rises.

Just a normal day, like any other – normal from now on, anyway.

I suppose so. Maybe. It depends on the context, you know? I don’t think there are any absolute ethical boundaries here.

Firmly-held opinions

Tsk. And he’s hardly even made an effort to look smart, either. Men!

A Rose by any other name…

If the weights do tear the ring out and make a nasty mess, I think we all know whose fault that will be, don’t we subbie? Yes, yes we do.

If you don’t want to know, don’t ask.

One advantage is that only the very best nurses work in the RPU. It’s very competitive – you’ll be in the hands of the elite; a much more professional standard of care than you could normally expect with a silly old ingrowing toenail.

Unrestrained elegance

A truly service-oriented submissive would have one ready, anticipating her needs.

They say Paris is the city of lovers. Maybe she’ll have a several, while you’re there.

Don’t worry, the whip’s just for show. Well… I mean, it’s mainly for the slaveboy, obviously. But in this context, it’s mainly for show.

You’re very much at the bottom end of it, obviously, but part of the family nonetheless.

Skirts are much more convenient, as I can personally attest.

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.

Think of all the fun I’ve missed

Oh, you can wait, surely? So selfish…

Males often don’t listen properly to women. The best thing, I find, when discussing something important, is to concentrate 100% on listening, not speaking. That way, there’s less danger of a painful misunderstanding.

Accessorise!

I wouldn’t say ‘peaked’ exactly. It continued to rise for a bit, then fell off a cliff, so to speak.

Christmas Special tomorrow on Contemplating the Divine! What’s special about it? Oh, well – the captions are all about Christmas! Like this one, y’know… not that special, I suppose. But then who among us is, apart from the ladies obviously?

Who loves the sun?

I do! After a miserable rainy May, we now have bright sunshine chez elle (i.e. where I live) and I thought I’d do a sun-drenched special to celebrate summer’s balmy days. Admittedly, I myself haven’t yet seen the sun, as there are no windows in the part of the house where I live (not a problem, of course – after all, what would be the point, this far underground?). But she’s promised to break out the summer sweaters and the heavy rubber gimp suit, to take me out into the garden this weekend to where the treadmill awaits, bathed in sunshine. So that’ll be a nice change. I’ve also just booked a romantic stay for two at a beach resort for later in the summer, but I wont divulge the details as she hasn’t decided which boyfriend to take with her. They get so jealous – especially a certain old bull I won’t name! *

Anyway, here we are: summery captions.

I doubt that. I have actually become quite good at accurately judging women’s weight. But sometimes you have to tell them little white lies – bless them. The number of times I’ve had to control my breathing carefully to say ‘no, no – light as a feather!’ without gasping…

It’s great. Yeah. I’m getting quite good at never having any sexy thoughts at all, as long-term readers of this blog will know only too well.

Oh… don’t mind me.

She
likes long walks in the country, getting caught in the rain and keeping
up with the latest developments in applied metallurgy.

Actually, I brought a spare myself. I always do, just in case. I mean, imagine how awful it would be to run into Gal by chance and not have a leather belt or similar implement on you… a lifetime of regret would await.

* Regular readers shouldn’t worry. There’ll always be a place for Raoul in her heart – and in her vagina, mouth and anus, too of course.

Brutal persuasion

“Do you still need the ring gag?” is one of those questions that’s often quite hard to answer coherently.

You’ll probably feel more comfortable doing what you’re told, too. Or experience discomfort if you don’t – which is basically the same thing.

He used to think size doesn’t matter. He’s learning that it does.

Mistress Eleise de Lacy, there. Speaking, as we were, of feeling weak in the knees…

There’ll be thin lines in lots of places quite soon. Cris-crossing, some of them, and that can be agony.

I’m not a very spiritual person, myself, but my guess is that she will.

Rulebreakers

Which rule? Rule 18, of course. Which states – as I’m sure you know – that dommes should “Try to avoid sessions with clients who have really specific fetishes and can’t get off unless it is done exactly right.”

Alas, unlike my own SO’s ninety-seven House Rules, which are quite strictly observed and still more strictly enforced, I encounter* examples of rulebreaking daily for this one.

So… yeah, here are some more.

Notice the thick socks inside the fur boots. Socks are often a giveaway of a Rule 18 violation in progress. Not if the socks are smelly from exercise and being used to wipe the face of a humiliation slut, though… that’s just good healthy femdom play.

Orca play.

Actually, this one started when his domme turned up one day and said “I’m afraid my leather jacket is being cleaned – will this do?” And he never looked back.

It’s not just the use of the domestic flamethrower that makes this a Rule 18 violation… it’s the flying golden penis to the left of the flowers that are being torched and it’s the Shredded Wheat package. Oh… the Shredded Wheat package. “Can’t get off unless it is done exactly right.”? One day, she didn’t have any and used Weetabix instead… nearly lost a client.


Not quite sure whether this one belongs here or in my series on femdom scenes being played out with heavy industrial machinery… but it definitely needed wider circulation. By the way, those knees: do you think she originally had it installed for a slave who was just a little shorter?

She’s supposed to beat his ‘snake’ with a shillelagh, while commanding it to leave Ireland. Or something.

OK, this whole video (and, as far as I can tell, much of the careers of the two lovelies featured here) is basically just one long Rule 18 violation. If you’re into latex-clad pretty ladies cooking and eating men dressed as broccoli in order to get rid of bags under their eyes… well, I guess this is the video you’ve been waiting for your entire life. If not, you might like it anyway. I did, actually. In fact I just watched it again. My eyes hurt… but in a good way.

Oh look, I embedded it. I particularly like the way they look cross so often. I love it when pretty women look cross.

* Did you notice the way I managed not to write ‘I come across’ there? See, I’m dealing with my addictions.

Governing bodies

Everyone feels a bit uncomfortable, on their first day in the torture room.

Really? Oh… that would be just awful!

Don’t tell her she’s not doing it right – it works for her, OK?

Language barriers can be overcome, with good will on both sides – or failing that, one side holding a whip and not giving a shit about what the other side might actually be saying.

His musical tastes are more Bruce Springsteen than Ariana Grande. He did tell them that, but then he also told them his session tastes were more towards sensual domination than frequent, brutal electric shocks to the balls… so it looks like they didn’t pay a lot of attention.