Magyar Goddess – Contemplating the divine

Supreme authority

Honestly, the sense of entitlement of some men! One little problem and he runs – well, hobbles – straight to her. He doesn’t stop for a moment to think that maybe it’s not the chain that’s the problem, but his attitude.

These absurd DEI initiatives have gone way too far. Boys are actually happier in menial jobs making tea and cleaning shoes. There’ve been, like, studies and stuff.

Certainly always gets – and holds – my attention.

So easily done. Always such a shock when you look up and realise! But this lad’s going to be OK: home safe and sound and the promise of a good hard whipping to help him be more careful next time. He was lucky… there are some cruel ladies out there.

If it was enjoyable they wouldn’t call it ‘hard’ labour, now, would they? Boys can be so stupid. But Barbara knows some educational techniques that work even on males.

Every man with a vote was considered a foe to woman suffrage

So take away his vote and things should go just swimmingly. It’s a politics special.

And look, what can I say… I realise not every male pines for a future in which male ‘freedoms’ are abolished and men’s ‘rights’ and ‘dignity’ are crushed under a merciless steel-toed boot of righteous female fury. I get that, truly I do. Whippings, enforced chastity for those permitted to keep their genitals, electric shock collars… it’s not an easy life for males in the female supremacist utopia, I’ll admit. But can you look at how the world is run today – just look at a random headline, almost any day, quite frankly – and tell me, hand on your heart, that it wouldn’t be better like that? Hmm? Really?

Compulsive order

Topping from the bottom again? You’d think he’d have learnt by now. Well… I’m sure she doesn’t want to hurt him any more than is strictly necessary, but there do have to be consequences for that kind of defiance.

I know it’s an established trope that women get annoyed when men come too quickly, but back when I was still dating, I found they didn’t mind at all. Most never even realised it had happened, actually.

It’s a horrible feeling when you realise you’ve locked yourself out. Not one that’s happened to me for years, I’m happy to say, as my SO much prefers the approach of keeping me locked in.

Actually, later she and her friends came up with many more humiliating marks, but they’re young and just getting started in the ways of womanhood, bless ’em.

In the event they wouldn’t bend the rules: they were OK taking him, but they insisted on the full six months quarantine. Which posed a dilemma: on the one hand, she was only going to be there for the two-week holiday, so that seemed a bit excessive, but on the other he *was* being *very* irritating.

Their relationship was much deeper and more meaningful than one based on knowing who the fuck he was, or noticing anything he did. But doesn’t Babs look fabulous in black? Even if he accomplished nothing else in life – and as far as she knows, he didn’t – except giving her an opportunity to wear it after his death, that’s a meaningful life well-lived, right?

Oh, I wonder what you’re gonna do to me

In your room. (Fem-not-dom and sadly SFW)

It’s always nicer as a surprise. And the longer you stay locked up, the more of a surprise it would be, so the nicer it gets.

It’s possible he didn’t read the form quite carefully enough. Still, as long as he’s familiar with the seven-point procedure for early termination of the agreement, in paragraph 17(f) in Annex D, I’m sure he’ll be OK.

You can never have too many lesbians around the place, my SO says, but then she doesn’t clean up after them or do their laundry.

My own knowledge of nautical terminology mostly consists of making puns on the word ‘seamen’ so I did check…

The way to make your money go further is only to pay for what you regard as absolutely essential in life.

The nature of a woman hides more dangers than you think

Listen very carefully: she will say this only once.

Guy A sounds a bit creepy to me, don’t you think? Glad to see she sent *him* packing! Let’s see how creative the other two are, in their response to her embarassing dilemma.

‘Giving’ doesn’t quite describe the financial transaction involved, but I can see her point as clearly as I can smell her socks.

I expect he’ll come to a more appreciative position of their work. Especially creative writing.

This is the anger stage of her depression. I hope you can help her work through it, because the next one – bargaining – obviously doesn’t fit at all well into a D/S dynamic.

Speaking of linguistic matters, Ms Palvin of course hails from Hungary, a country whose language makes no distinction between men and women. Which seems most odd… isn’t her existence alone a good reason to change that?

Hot and oppressive

No, not the weather. Alas. Just these ladies. Hoorah.

I’m still having problems with the stupid firewall, sorry. But if you have tried to comment and requested access, do come back a day or two later! A couple of times recently I’ve approved access for people who don’t then seem to have used the access and commented. In principle, it should always work after I’ve approved you, at least for the same IP address. You just have to keep trying, as my SO wearily remarked the other day, as she took the cane back down from its hook and gestured for me to bend over the chair.

They each consented, of course, on behalf of one another.

She doesn’t really understand what her daughter does but she’s very proud of her. Her son’s something of a disappointment, admittedly – but his big sister has a plan for him.

Mmmm… you shouldn’t really presume, just on the basis of a sub’s clothing and appearance. Although as she’s a woman, I suppose she can do whatever she likes.

Sorry about this. Can’t resist a bit of G&S amongst the D&S.

It’s his own fault, even when it’s not. That’s the basic principle, why complicate matters?

While humble subbies washed her socks

It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.