lesbians – Page 8 – Contemplating the divine

Subjugated verbs

Like many women, she has been liberated from repetitive household tasks by the development of automated technology. It brings a warm glow to your heart, doesn’t it?

My SO is constantly thinking of my comfort, in almost everything she does – she’s very creative, actually.

It always amazes me quite how many subs are… shall we say somewhat overweight? Or shall we say repulsively obese? Whatever, I don’t suppose anyone who matters cares. I’ve never understood it, though: why are they allowed to eat so much?

Mmmm… hard to say. I do a nice line in self-referential self-loathing if that helps? No? Let’s move on.

Oddly enough, two years later Uncle Luke had to have his IQ and grumpiness taken out too, so Timmie got a playmate and a new auntie. But that’s another story too.

But I got what I deserved

Tried to hurt me but now I know.

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.

Indignity

Ah… furniture privileges. I remember the first time my SO told me I wasn’t allowed on the furniture any more and I cheekily asked if that included the whipping bench. How we laughed… or we would have done if I’d dared say it out loud.

Elbow-length latex gloves should come with a safety warning, in my view. And latex gloves that cover the full length of the arm are just unsafe, no matter what the ‘experts’ might tell us about the length of the lower intestine.

See all the little gold rings on their toes? Aren’t they pretty? They’ve got lots more gold rings, for you to wear, so maybe you’ll look just as pretty too. But they’re not going on your toes, obviously.

If it’ll help, the soaking wet towel she is planning to ram down your throat will taste quite soapy.

You might think that spousal abuse is neither funny nor sexy. My wife disagrees, though: she loves it, so who am I to argue?

Whatever she likes, whenever she says

Honestly, imagining bothering her about a little thing like that.

Oh well…wouldn’t want to disappoint Suzie, would we?

Obviously, you are allowed to have opinions, even as her husband, as long as they’re the right ones.

…unless she’d rather I made her a nice cup of tea? No? Sure? OK, cattle prod it is, then.

Like most men in a female-led relationship, I learnt about pre-menstrual tension quite early on. Also post-menstrual tetchiness and during-menstrual extreme violence.

Simply frightful!

More tales of female domination from a more elegant era.

Oh dear, how very tiresome.

And when you’re competent at the basics, perhaps you could try your hand at felching? I’ve heard it’s simply divine.

Mind you, they say being married is an education in itself.

Erm… yes, I actually think I do. Very much.

One must simply find amusement where one can, when spending time in the colonies. Of course, it’s important not to let standards slip – but I doubt Kitty has.

Love and punishment

Corner time, thankfully, is one of those activities that is largely unaffected by the lockdown. In fact, lockdown is a little like corner time for the entire country, if you think about it (and I have lots of thinking time: several hours most days).

There’s no place for this kind of bigotry in the modern world.

Enjoy the view while it’s still unencumbered with tears.

Erm… “because it was a menial occupation that made insufficient use of her prodigious gifts”?

The angelic, diabolic and generally perfect Mistress Eleise, of course, beneath whose notice I have had the privilege on several occasions to crawl in person. I have never tried her on ‘dumb blonde’ jokes, though… perhaps some more adventurous ‘reader’ could give that a go and let us all know how it works out, if still able to type after the experience.

He does agree. Several times, every day. As often as she wants, in fact.

And finally a bit of found femdom. I can’t believe I’ve not encountered* this before. Nor was I aware that the lovely Alice, of Serena and Alice fame, has a twin sister. Content warning (1) for those who do not enjoy scenes of brutal torture: contains brutal torture. Content warning (2) for those who do: contains only 1 minute and 45 seconds of it.

Warning 3: the Youtube clip does not appear to be available to viewers located in certain countries. Gee, if only there were a way to reroute your Internet access through a server in a different country from your own.

* Yes, as a matter of fact I did consider using the lame “come across” joke again. What of it?

Attention Trump voters

Yes, you. There must be some that read this blog. According to Google (admittedly part of the tech libtard conspiracy, so who can believe their numbers, right, I mean they’ve got like percentages and everything and who can understand that?) many “readers” of this blog come from the US of A. Most of those “readers”, I’m willing to bet, are male or at least notionally so. Submissive males probably tend more toward the other political party, as its policies place more emphasis on caring and nurturing and rather less on “grabbing ’em by the pussy” than the current Republican leadership. Nonetheless, statistically speaking, at least a few of you are likely be planning to vote for Trump, even though compared to many pornographic blogs out there, this one does occasionally use long words so you probably find it quite hard to understand sometimes.

So: this particular post is addressed to you. Hi there! This is for your attention, as likely Trump voters (where the word ‘attention’ basically means ‘lookit’ and ‘voting’ is the thing where morons like you, for reasons that must have made sense some time to someone, have a say in choosing who runs the most powerful country on Earth.)

Anyway, I myself have no stake in the presidential election, partly because I don’t really believe in males voting, but mainly because I’m not American. Yes, all this time you’ve been looking at sexy pictures and failing to get most of the jokes on a blog written by a durn furrener. And you can’t even chant ‘Send him home!’ because I already am. Sorry.

So it’s none of my business. As it happens, my own political views lead me to be somewhat reluctant to support a candidate who endorses a platform of “grab ’em by the
pussy”, whose every former colleague calls him an idiot and a crook, who has been selling the country’s interests out to brutal dictators and through incompetence has caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of his fellow citizens while suggesting they inject bleach as a cure but that’s just me. People are entitled to
their own political views, no matter how moronic and deluded they
are.

And I suppose it would be constitutionally improper for me to seek unduly to influence anyone’s vote. So, without in any way making a party political point, I’ll just note that IF the Harris/Biden ticket wins today (or is declared to win later, not on the night itself, which is a perfectly normal outcome in elections in lots of countries and no reason to abandon 250 years of democratic principles and anyway what the hell is the deal with the TV networks being the ones who ‘call’ who has won before the votes are counted?) this blog will reward the American people by celebrating “Take the nuclear launch authorisation codes away from the orange-skinned narcissistic science-denying buffoon week”, with three extra captioned images every day, for your amusement.

Three a day for a week, Trump voters. Think of that. How many’s that in total, you ask? Well.. let’s just say it’s more than you have fingers and toes… unless you’re from some particularly in-bred rural community. ‘Nuclear’ means the same as ‘nukillah’, by the way, it’s just the libtard way of spelling and pronouncing it.

But we don’t get to celebrate “Take the nuclear launch authorisation codes away from the orange-skinned narcissistic science-denying buffoon week” if he ‘wins’ re-election, do we? No we don’t. Glad we had this little chat.

I’m just, y’know, putting it out there for people to decide, as someone likes to say.

Anyway, here’s the usual stuff.

I suspect it’s his fault: he’s not trying hard enough. Perhaps she could help him focus.

Tell me what? What is the point of captions that don’t go anywhere? Now I’ll be getting more complaints from anonymous commentators.

Sounds like Annie’s been very reasonable. Which is odd, as she isn’t usually like that, especially where men are concerned.

You are going to be seeing quite a lot more of this goddess with the innocent wide eyes, as I’ve just found a web site devoted to images of her and given many of them the good hard captioning they deserve.

Notice how the caption delicately makes sure it is understood that this image involves neither incest nor under-age sex. As they always will – if you see a captioned image here and think ‘OK, so that must be his daughter, right?’ you’ve mis-understood and it isn’t.

But they do it for our sakes, bless ’em.

Sing when she’s winning

Scurry scurry scurry!

Much like his response to the question the priest will be asking him a little later.

I’ve occasionally asked my SO whether she’d consider putting me on obedience pills but weirdly she says she prefers an occasional bit of disobedience. Which is odd, because she always seems so cross about it… women, eh?

Even if he sued her and won, there’d be the question of damages and I think any competent (i.e. female) lawyer would advise that those would be derisory and purely token, at best.

It’s all part of growing up.

Ghastly perversions

She finds she meets interesting people when she walks you in the park. And tedious but enslaveable ones too.

She’s a very spiritual person, as you can tell.

I don’t know what the bad things were in my brain that the doctor removed but there must have been a lot of them, because it’s very empty now. Thank goodness I have a loving wife to remember things for me.

The taste of ‘shut the fuck up’ will always be associated for me with the sharp, painful feeling of ‘because I say so’.

Or he won’t. Whatever.

Art intimidating life


It’s hard to believe anyone could be so cruel, contemptuous and dismissive… and not even charge for it.

Remember, there are no stupid questions, only stupid sissy co-workers.

How sweet. I can understand why women are attracted to lesbianism. The thing I find incomprehensible is that some women aren’t.

It is after all, voluntary slavery, so you should accept all her orders of your own free will. Otherwise you’re not doing it right, and she’ll have to step in.

Actually she knows precisely how to do that because apparently she’s filmed pretty much the same scene in eight of her last movies. I think the directors are just humouring her and that’s probably a good idea.