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Describable agonies

Finally treated as a grown-up! Looks like all that pleading and whining paid off.

So do I. That’s why I run this blog.

See, the thing about chastity routines is all those little ‘fines’ and ‘extras’ can really add up. I’m supposed to be on monthly release but sometimes I can go six months without, what with one thing or another. And apparently asking what I am being fined for is ‘impertinence’ for which I get an additional three months ! Sometimes it just doesn’t seem fair, although I’m sure she intends it to be.

No, not that kind of cage. The sort you live in. Permanently, it would seem. Interesting philosophical question: if a door is welded shut, is it still a ‘door’? Something to think about, eh? You’ll have plenty of time…

I was once told ‘be careful what you wish for’ in femdom but I’ve never really understood why. I mean I fervently, desperately wish she’d stop whipping me, most days, or I wish in increasing frustration for sexual release. Neither wish has the slightest effect, so I really don’t see the harm in it.

Mocking the weak

Some scenes we’d like to see.

Reminds me of my very first date… the girl I was with kept on comparing my penis size with that of this other guy she knew. Or maybe she’d never met him before… I don’t know actually. He was a bit embarrassed about the whole situation, but she offered him a blow job so he went along with it.

Now you are an grown man and have put childish things behind you. Haven’t you?

There are lots of things I’m better at than I am at sex. In fact, almost an infinite number.

Oh I don’t know. Seems to me to have done pretty well. Anyway, you never know, they might get back together now they’ve found a modus vivandi.

Plenty of orgasms in that household. Does one more or less per month really make that much of a difference?

Maleness, managed

Some might say it’s not quite summer yet, so it’s a bit early to be putting him outside for the night, but she says the fresh air’s good for him.

It’s the extras that really define how well a marriage will work. This one looks strong.

Har de har har. Sorry about that.

Always a bit embarrassing to meet an old flame, but she’s making the effort so you should too.

You know, her relationship with Raoul would probably break down completely if you weren’t around. Well done you.

Her opinion matters

It does – like many other men, I discovered early on in married life how much pain can be caused by not listening carefully enough to my partner’s concerns.

Hmm. It’s hardly surprising they don’t send her the best boys they have, if she keeps on breaking them. But I don’t want to be the one to tell her that.

Unnecessary rudeness can leave such a nasty taste in the mouth.

Mistress wants her slave to put his clothes back on – quietly now! – tiptoe off to the dungeon door and silently fuck off. There’s a good boy.

It’s good they’re all labelled because the faces usually get a bit messed up and hard to recognise, particularly those who were married when they arrived.

Try not to judge her too harshly. He is very annoying.

True love’s first slap

She’s vegan because she can’t abide cruelty, except under carefully-controlled conditions. Her blonde friend there isn’t so fastidious, so I’ve heard.

It can be quite tedious for our superiors, having to wait to let the dread build up. Thank goodness she has someone to keep her company,

There’s such a gap between language and reality, the way men talk about sex. Like – a guy might say that he’s got something hard between his legs but I’ll bet it’s nothing like as hard as what I’ve got between mine.


For a long time, I can honestly claim I had ‘never had any complaints’ from women, sexually speaking, but then there was the shocking experience of my first date. Still, so far only one woman has ever actually told me on the basis of experience that I’m bad at sex, all the others have just played it safe.

I can’t imagine how he was expecting to get through passport control, naked with his wrists shackled behind him to a wooden bar locked around his bollocks. I mean, he doesn’t even have proof of his posiitve PCR test.

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.

Her object all sublime

And they say romance is dead.

Remarkably, it’s still valid in the UK even after Brexit, as that Convention is not an EU instrument – indeed it predates it, having come into existence in 1953. Not particularly amusing, sexy or femdommy but actually true (see – you get a lot of useful information from this blog, as well as useless nonsense). You might wonder, therefore, whether she actually has any legal justification to ban the invocation of the Convention in session – but I advise you to take that up with her.

They have a standard service charge of 175% for pay-piggies. But you should tip, too.

Many men’s misconceptions about lesbian sex actually have a biological basis: specifically, their brains are too small to understand it.

It’s good that she gets a chance to practice in a safe environment, where it really doesn’t matter if anything goes wrong.

Extra one that I’ll push out there while it’s still a bit topical:

Little man, you’re crying

She knows why you’re blue.

Thank goodness (and her) for that.

I’ve always thought it odd that I am both her object and her subject.

When she talks of the ‘place’ that’ll do it, just think of a gleaming, modern medical facility, OK? Not a dirty garage filled with rusty tools. It’ll be easier that way.

Thank goodness for the invention of electricity – it’s a great way to save labour, or induce it depending on who’s holding the zapper.

One day your luck might run out.

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?

Stunning and entrancing

La la la la lah la la la-lala…

Maybe they’ll show you what’s in the trunk. Although being British, I find the word ‘boot’ comes more naturally to mind when contemplating this scene.

I find my body works much better when I’m being obedient. Less bruised, for one thing.

Wonderful to watch a creative mind at work. In the end she just called it Unfinished Composition #1 and decided to treat the whole series as a work in progress. They say that a work of art is perfect not when it is complete, but when there is nothing left to take away and that’s certainly her philosophy.

She’s right of course – what’s a few moments of pleasure from an unhealthy treat, compared to hours shuffling as fast as the ankle chains will allow, on the combined treadmill and electric shock device? She doesn’t want to have to increase your daily stint on that, if she can possibly help it, does she?

Oh dear. Let’s hope the bank hotline doesn’t keep you waiting for long.