leather – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

But I got what I deserved

Kinksters can sometimes be over-sensitive about when something might be considered ‘public play’. Sometimes a slap in the face is just a slap, after all and sensible bystanders will realise that.

It never did matter much, to be honest, even before I started wearing the thing.

Oh, she shouldn’t worry. Nothing creepy about enjoying the sight of an elegant pair of ladies’ shoes. Or the taste of them, for that matter.

Thank goodness for that. Words can cause real pain – as can bullwhips, too, obviously.

The thing about schoolgirls is not letting them know you’re afraid of them. Make that mistake once and you’ll be doing a lot of homework for other people, believe me.

Traditional crop-wielding ladies

Not a problem: premium cat food doesn’t actually taste as nice as the adverts imply. In fact, in tests I understand eight out of ten slaves said they preferred to go hungry than be forced to eat it… but why should anyone care about that?

Which is odd, because women are supposed to be good at empathy.

Having said which, these two – while not exactly exhibiting empathy I’ll admit – are certainly very concerned to ensure fair treatment of all of the prisoners. Which is nice.

She does use him for sex, but only in a facilitative capacity.

And I’m very persuadable. I’ll even pay for it.

Remembrance of times past

The Other World Kingdom is mostly gone, at least in its original form, but its memory lives on. And so do the memories of those fine ladies who worked there, which by a process of entirely fictional thought transferrence have ended up inside the mind of the author of this blog. From where, after picking delicately around the piles of rancid porn and mounds of bad ideas that clutter that place up, they emerge to be shared here.

Or, to put it more simply: OWK ladies remember. Again.

Unoriginal sins

Don’t worry: you’ll feel her pain

It probably wouldn’t say anything very interesting, to be honest. Mostly whiny pleading. They’re not missing anything.

Like many male teachers in girls’ secondary schools, he often finds himself being the teacher who has to deal with the bullies.

I understand that if you actually open them up, by breaking the flesh from whipping too hard for example, you can void the warranty. But it doesn’t sound like she’s done that, so it’s probably OK.

She’s not a pro-domme, anyway, because to the eternal howls of anguish from love-sick slaves, I believe Lady Sophia Black has retired.

Doing what she wants

‘Public humiliation’ is apparently one of the approved reasons for leaving the house in the present situation. Thank goodness we can preserve the basics of civilisation, in these trying times.

Don’t worry. As soon as she’s stopped being angry with you, she’ll give femdom a go. Possibly even before she’s stopped beig angry, actually.

Even the oubliette can be quite peaceful on a lovely summer evening… the sound of birdsong, the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Sometimes you can even smell the blooms in the nearby flowerbeds, but usually the stink of piss is too strong.

Maybe it’s yummy. I guess she’ll never know.

I must say, I can’t understand men who frequently visit prostitutes. I just cannot take any pleasure in mixing sex with a cold, businesslike financial transaction, you know? Much better to stick to financial domination.

Enthralled

What a lovely word. I am her thrall.

Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about!

It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death.

I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth.

Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play.

He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office.

Divine Order

I worship her divine shadow.

I’ve had a few bruising relationships myself, but I usually have to pay for them.

Unless she forgets, obviously.

It’s obviously preying on her mind, the poor thing.

I pay a sex worker to have vanilla intercourse, once a month. She usually sends me a picture of the lucky guy.

She’ll get round to yours. You just need to wait very patiently. Try shifting your weight from side to side a bit if your knees are starting to hurt.

The day she bought the cane

And you know I feel no sorrow. (Warning: video is SFW and unrelated).


Sounds like there’s a good mutual understanding here of what’s important in the relationship.

Sequentially or concurrently?

I dunno… when I do a schoolboy session I can barely concentrate on maths enough to count to six. Which is unfortunate, because I usually have to do that quite a lot.

Raoul likes to take his time over things. Not like me – I’m very quick to get things finished, if I’m given the chance.


She used to be a dominatrix – the pay was better but there’s so much more job satisfaction this way.

Isn’t that a lovely spanking bench, by the way? Ages since we featured one of those here.

I can still hear you saying

… you would never break the chain.

Oh, not again…

Do you know, I think I might be so full after all that, I don’t think I could face a dessert? But fortunately, no one cares what I think.

I’ve suffered from a few sexual complaints in my time.

Well, it’s hardly my fault. I mean – I just glanced at her. For two seconds – three, tops!

It’s tough, being a responsible adult. So I’ve heard.

Helpless when she smiles

… and indeed when she doesn’t.

What a tie-breaker.

Needless to say, this blog does not purport to offer financial advice, and no investments should be undertaken on the basis of what you read here, unless so advised by an independent financial advisor, or directly ordered by a woman.

My SO sometimes let me choose the style of play. Just none of the content.

They’re very strange. I think most of them have just never experienced the firm loving guidance of a real woman. Sad, really.

Yes. Everything will be perfect.