lesbians – Page 9 – Contemplating the divine

A dose of unreality

Reality. It’s a tricky concept, one I certainly often struggle with. I used to think that would hold me back in life, but it seems it’s not even a barrier to becoming President of the United States, so what do I know?

Anyway, moving on from feeble political point-scoring , I thought it might be nice for once to cast aside the usual rigorous attention to authenticity and gritty realism on which this blog has built its reputation. No: let’s ditch that obsession with verisimilitude and instead present what might be the first in a new series* : glimpses of ‘Pervworld’ in which the world actually works the way it does in femdom fantasy.

Could it be reality one day, you ask?** Who knows?***

* Or it might not.
Not least because I am already running out of ideas. Astute ‘readers’
will have noticed that #2 and #4 are basically the same.

** No, obviously not. Idiot.

*** See above: I do. So do you, if you’re honest with yourself. Do try to get a grip, hmm?

Liasons dangereuses

Urban foxes maybe? We used to have urban foxes, round where I lived in London. They used to steal so many things: shoes, certainly. They’d even take the panties and bras off the clothes lines of my neighbours… Yeah. Nasty little beasts. Agile too, to leap up high enough to reach the clothes line.

No, no: don’t get up.

Actually, it’s not quite true that she doesn’t care about your feelings. Truth be told, she enjoys the thought of your misery. But she’s too kind to admit it.

That’ll teach her.

It’s a pretty effect, isn’t it? Makes a change from the usual striping.

Written submissions

There’s actually a funny story to how I came by that nickname. Just ask anyone.

Lots of men find it hard to navigate the unwriten rules of modern office etiquette, which is why it can be so useful to receive feedback that is frank, immediate and eye-wateringly painful when the inevitable occasional slip-ups occur.

Another word Auntie Kate can teach you is ‘sadist’ but that’s for another day.

For the grand finale they invite members of the audience to step up and join them.

Myself, I’m not too choosy about clothing – I just wear whatever happens to be locked onto me that morning, you know?

Telling me that women are superior to men

Most guys just don’t apreciate this. (Warning SFW music video utterly unrelated to femdom, yet again).

It must be awful for her, having to watch it so very frequently and often for hours at a time.

In Central and Eastern Europe, ‘BBC’ is more associated with the voice of London than with racial cuckoldry, but I understand ‘BCC’ (Big Carpathian Cock) is a thing, and so is ‘LSCMC’ (Long and Slightly Curvy Moldovan Cock), so don’t imagine they feel left out, just because they don’t have the USA’s hang-ups about race.

Sorry – I know it’s complicated for non-Europeans, with all those, like, different countries and everything. American subs planning on playing with dommes in Yoorp might benefit from some of the tips in this handy guide.

Many men wake up the day after their wedding feeling uncertain about where their new married life will take them. Harry and Martin, in contrast, have no doubts whatsoever.

Thank goodness for that. Thank her, too.

I wonder what she’s planning to do with them? As a worthless worm myself, I have no say in the matter.

This of course is the magnificent Lady Sophia Black who – in a tragedy for male worm-kind – appears to have retired from the profession, but not before she had several opportunities to grind Servitor beneath her shapely boot. If you never had the chance to visit her, I’m afraid you’ve wasted your life, and that’s that. Sorry.

Harsh sentences

The ureasonable thing would be to tolerate disobedience, surely?

They might put on a lesbian show for you, if you’re lucky.

He gets to eat the grape first. Yum.

Dommes and their pets. I visited a pro-domme once and I got a scary thrill when she asked if I could pick up a tin of catfood on the way. But it just turned out to be for her cat! Slaves get dogfood; it’s less fatty apparently although it has always seemed pretty fatty to me. Anyway, I’m sure Fluffles gets a healthy diet.

Oooh – looks like someone’s going to try switch play! He shouldn’t worry, though: she’s only planning to switch roles once.

Painful conversations

Lots of men don’t realise that ‘mere’ words can cause pain. There are words that I have spoken on occasion that have led to quite astonishing amounts of pain, sometimes almost immediately.

See: this is just the kind of thing I’m talking about. One minute you think you’re having a pleasant conversation, and…, I dunno, maybe there was something that upset her or something, but when you wake up you’re naked and gagged, upside down in a canvas sack bumping along a country road to goodness knows where… I guess it’s a Mars/Venus thing.

When they next see Trevor, I expect they can ask him how the special effects wizards manage to make the torture and murder look so realistic.

Thank goodness all that’s behind me.

Poor thing. I expect he has no idea how much pain she’s been going through, the heartless bastard.

Yeah ‘trodden’. It is a ridiculous language, actually. Perhaps Gal could give me a few Hebrew lessons. I’m sure I’d be a very conscientious student.

Be cruel to thy neighbour

It does, actually. But it was never very good at it, anyway, so no loss really.

Scurry scurry scurry.

She can track your progress with the little chip thing they insert under your skin. If she can be bothered.

Damn… she’s right. Eight years I’ve been writing this blog and… oh well.

Thank goodness everyone’s safe. Everyone who matters, anyway.

When you’re dancing slowly, sucking your sleeve

The boys get lonely after you leave. I’ve featured this before, of course.

I have to admit she’s right there.

Breaking up is always painful – this no more so than most.

Silly old Kurt – fucks my wife, takes my money… I think he’s just covering up feelings of insecurity.

No regrets, though. She doesn’t allow them.

Awww…., isn’t she sweet? How could anyone say no to that?

The angel at my side…

…. she gives me good advice.

Actually, the idea that men can’t multi-task is a complete myth. Men who think they can’t just need to meet a woman with the right attitude. It’s just laziness.

Don’t worry… they don’t tug hard. She does, but that’ll be the scrotal clip, not the nipple… so not so bad.

Life as a conversation piece.

Oh well. It’s better than coming back down to ‘discuss’ it while they’re still here. I hate that.

Decisions, decisions. Thank goodness I never have to make any.

Penalty and repentance

They are – and not just the food. The sex will be longer, more satisfying and 100% female, too.

You get a special decoration too. Not a medal. Just… decoration.

Sometimes a question isn’t really a question.

It’s always difficult arriving as a substitute teacher, in the middle of the school year. But just do your best. Maybe Mr Harris will turn up again – he must be somewhere, after all.

Perpetuity is quite a long time. It might feel even longer.