leash – Contemplating the divine

How to depict pleasure, cruelty, and wantonness in tempting colours

Ah, the kindness of strangers. Often a welcome relief from the cruelty of our loved ones, but we don’t get to choose these things.

If they were, do ask for clarifications. Believe me, it’s worth suffering a little embarrassment now if it saves you suffering a lot of suffering, later.

Although I’d never be so unchivalrous as to accuse a woman of lying about her age, I do wonder whether Princess really is eighty-three, as she claims.

I made the mistake of growing a beard without seeking my domme’s permission. That session was devoted to removing it: she said tweezers were more effective than a razor blade, and she was memorably right.

Don’t think of it as retirement: think of it as a second childhood filled with misery and terror.

But only if she says you can

Consent is so important in femdom, don’t you agree? So many men in the scene just don’t get that: but the way I see it, if you’re down on your knees and you want to get up but she doesn’t give her explicit consent, then that’s an absolute no-no. No ifs, no buts, no pleading. So what if your knees are hurting? Women have a right to decide what to do with their own males and that’s that.

Keep calm. It’s probably just one of those deals in which they remain attached to you but they’re ‘technically’ hers, you know? To kick and crush whenever she likes. Anyway, you might win. The King’s got to be the most powerful piece, right? And you’ve still got that.

If you think about it, it’s actually quite arrogant for a human male to think he deserves better treatment than a ‘real’ dog. I mean, dogs are quite intelligent, so if anything it should be the other way around.

Actually, one of the guys with a beard just behind her is wearing women’s slacks* under his shorts, so it’s not just you.

Just another stunningly beautiful woman (Nata Lee), lounging around in red lingerie until she gets cross and decides it’s time to put you over her lap and smack your bottom until you cry. Contemplating the Divine… because ‘real life’ is over-rated.

Of course the normal guys don’t pay anything like as much for making the mess as you have to to clean it up. But then if life was fair I guess we wouldn’t have femdom.

Anya’s a lot more relaxed and open about her AFM past then many A-listers. No names but if you happen to own a copy of April 2013, there’s a certain Hollywood megastar actress who’d pay a lot to get hold of it and remove it, permanently… or would pay someone else a lot to do the same to you.

I’m not a crossdresser (not by choice, anyway) but this actress’s understanding but ever so slightly amused expression is just perfect, don’t you think?

A graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty

Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.

She and Sister Amy often struggle together with their vows of chastity. And I’m afraid it has to be admitted that the vows of chastity don’t usually win. But they’re young, they have years ahead of them to become more experienced in their nunnery’s ways.

Hurry up – imagine how awful she’d feel if she accidentally caused you a serious spinal injury, just because you were dawdling?

My SO had her beauty therapist look at my facial bruises one day. She said they were really nicely done.

Fans of this lovely lady may wish to watch her dancing as Wednesday, here. I mean, it’s not femdom or anything but it’s very… ummm… well, it’s just very. I believe that is the original, but I have to say I prefer the version set to Joy Division. But then, I is Bri-ish, innit?

Don’t worry: when she finally lets you go, you’ll feel very happy about that.

He initially denied taking any inappropriate photos, which is a bit foolish when there’s a photographic record and near-suicidally reckless when there’s both a photographic record and a very angry Madame Šárka.

Embracing inferiority

It’s such a relief to stop pretending.

Between the chores, privileges and of course those ‘little kindnesses’ she so likes you to show her, the day can get quite busy.

Whe nshe got there, she realised that of course they *weren*‘t there – she’d put them in the cellar. She was dreadfully embarrassed, poor thing.

Oh, I hope she’s not going to chat for long. I get so socially awkward in these situations.

Thank goodness. If there’s one thing every men’s group needs, it’s a woman’s guidance. Otherwise the conversation can go in all sorts of unproductive directions. Men can achieve so much when they are all working to a common purpose – imposed by a woman, obviously. Just see how much a chain gang can get done, for instance, given the proper motivation not to slack off.

At least four of them played suspiciously badly… almost as if they wanted to be, to be… no, that’s ridiculous.

Sonme of us want that even less than others. But we’re not the decisive half of ‘us’.

Bitter sweet hearts

If they haven’t, perhaps she could suggest some.

He’s not. And she’s even arranged for a lovely, bracing shower before he gets home… well, about fifteen minutes *before* he gets home, actually, to allow time for him to dry off by running around a bit.

All trainers know that rule number one is to make sure you remember the names of each and every one of your group. But rule two says “Except Robert or Rupert or whatever the fuck that idiot’s called”, so that”s OK.

Top tip: if you’re offended at being treated like this and want to emphasise – politely but firmly – that you expect to be treated with the dignity due an adult, I suggest balling up your fists, stamping your feet and screaming hysterically about how unfair it is. I’m sure she’ll react appropriately and start treating you the way you deserve.

Think of it as an investment. In thirty years’ time, lying in a hospital bed on a drip, you’ll be able to think fondly back on this.

Ah, like the days of Covid when we were getting used to all this. We’ve all got our embarassing Zoom stories, I expect – mine involves a funnel gag, a plastic sissy dress and one of the bulls my SO had decided to let into our Covid bubble, but I’ll spare you the details. Bull in a bubble, you ask? Yes, she had to limit herself to just three, which she found very frustrating, poor thing, but I’m proud to say that I was able to help her work through her anger.

…until you’re spoken to

Sometimes she appreciates having a man around, to help out.

She may be better-informed than him now, but she’s working hard to bring him up to speed.

The lovely Zoe Page, of course. You knew that, right? She gave me a wonderful post-spanking cuddle once, but her femdom persona these days is a little harder-edged.

Castration fetishes are perfectly healthy as long as they’re not taken too far, of course. Keep it safe: just the genitals, yeah? Removing any other bits would be too extreme.

He gets better food too. The gourmet stuff that comes in sachets.

They have a very flexible monthly payment scheme: basically she just decides how much she and her friends want and texts you to transfer it.

Goodness, I don’t know *what* you’d do with your money for a month without Kitten, so let’s hope she manages to spend it all today. Fortunately, she’s a pro.

… and finally, because it’s not particularly femdom, we’ll call this one an extra:

I want a girl with a long….

…long jacket!

I’m pretty sure I’ve featured this video before but some things are worth more than others and Emma Peel is priceless. Any benighted youngish ‘readers’ who think that the Avengers are superheroes or that Diana Rigg is mainly known for playing Lady Olenna Tyrell might want to educate themselves, or submit to someone who will educate them properly.

Post is (regrettably) unrelated as I just don’t have captioned images of the divine Ms Rigg. Maybe I should.

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond.

Relationships are based on give and take. Like, how about *this* time you do what she wants without question or complaint and then on another occasion, maybe it’ll be her turn to decide what you do, and so on.

Who uses a machete to cut through red tape

He’s a regular customer – has a loyalty card. But then they take disloyalty rather badly, so it’s best to be loyal.

She’s touring the facility and picking up slack

Many of her slaves would dispute the idea that her dog is obedient – but then they have high standards of obedience. Obviously, the dog gets a bit more latitude to interpret her commands than they do.

I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity

Hmmm. $8000 might sound a lot, but with the cost of medical care in the US, you might not come out much ahead. Better check what it is she actually wants.

I want a girl who knows what’s best

I want a girl with shoes that cut, and eyes that burn like cigarettes

In the event, Mistress didn’t see a leopard (maybe they don’t eat maggots?) but she did see a pack of hyenas making a kill and that was pretty special, so she was happy enough.

Oh my goodness, Lady Sophia Black was a wonderful, wonderful domme….

The wrongness of men

She shouldn’t have to do all the work in this relationship. Or any, in fact.

Tricky situation. Torture and murder are, let’s face it, ethically questionable activities, at best. On the other hand, they really are *very* pretty feet. What to do?

Oh no, not again. And they needed a new umpire after Edie disputed that line-call, too.

I don’t think anyone has mentioned any limits – no one female, anyway – so I suppose it’s open house, so to speak.

I think of the time between 5 am and… oh, anything from about 10 onwards, I suppose, as my special time. No disturbances, nothing to do but chores. Bliss.

She could have just unhooked the leash, rather than taking the collar off. That’s a sign of trust in your releationship, you know. Cherish it.

A harsh Mistress

Another science fiction special. I have a lot of unpublished captions for SF themes… also a lot for the Jane Austen style historical ones (that’s next Sunday – sorry, I know you don’t get to see a lot of tit and bum in those, but you don’t make the rules, maggot). It’s almost as if I’m avoiding the present day, as being something depressing or alarming… can’t imagine why.

Anyway, several tales of a brighter, if crueller, tomorrow.