marriage – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

Ex

Oh darling,
I must tell you about last night!

Well, I was
round at Jill’s for our girls’ night, same as usual, and she put on a snuff
movie. You know how she’s into that
stuff. It was called “Death by a
Thousand Cuts” I think. By the same team who made “Spit-roast“.

Anyway –
you’ll never guess who the main character was!

No, silly,
not the woman. Actually, there were
three of them. No no – the man, the
victim!

Well, it
was Thomas! You know – my Thomas! I recognized him immediately, you know in
that bit at the start they like to do, when they explain that it’s all real and
show the some of the implements, to get them good and terrified.

I can’t
imagine how they got hold of him. I mean
when you came along and I divorced him, Sally took pity on him and took him in
as her houseboy, do you remember? And I
know Sally’s a bit strict, but I’m sure she’d never have one of her boys
tortured to death like that. I suppose
she must have sold him to someone else, and so on until he ended up there –
trapped in a cellar with no way out except an agonizing death! Poor Thomas, he was quite sweet really.

Oh there’s
one thing I must mention – but I don’t want you to get jealous, OK
darling? At quite a few points when he
was really terrified, before his throat got so messed up that he couldn’t
really speak any more, in amongst all the pleading and shrieking for mercy, he
called out my name! Quite
distinctly! Isn’t that sweet? After all these years. I was rather touched.

Anyway, I
know you don’t really approve of snuff movies, but you have to see this
one, seeing as you know someone who’s in it! Jill lent it to me. There’s a few
bits we can fast-forward through if you’re squeamish.

Vermiform

That’s me.

Of course he can. He’d do anything for her. Wouldn’t you?

Well… OK. This time.

Hmmm. An occasional sympathy fingerjob. Well, that’s a pretty big win, right there.

It’s great when you’re confident your therapist understands the real you, isn’t it?

I don’t think she’s taking this seriously enough, you know. I mean, a man’s been murdered here. And more importantly, a quite valuable pen was stolen, too.

Relationship management

I don’t really have much of a managerial role in our relationship, actually, so I don’t know too much about that. This is what I know about:

It’s not easy being newlyweds – so many things to learn about how to live together. Thank goodness for whips, eh?

Oh – and for some tips about marriage? Try Servitor’s seven secrets series. You’ll never see marriage in the same way again.

No indeed. He’s only got one left, and he’d hate to lose it.

Now I want you to know that Mistress Eleise, who features so beautifully in this image, would never really use a coathanger as a sound. Not unless it was strictly necessary, anyway.

Why do I imagine that what they decide to do about it will also involve beating…?

It’s actually quite hard doing open-heart surgery when you’re having an orgasm. Fortunately, it’s only a man they’re operating on.

Yes, I’ve experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously.

I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.

Women, eh! Never satisfied.

I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree?

Lucky, lucky us.

Fuss

Yeah, it was a bit weird, actually. I mean, I thought I’d enjoy it, but actually
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?

I hadn’t told him what was going to
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?

And then we had a long wait for the
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.

Anyway, all done eventually.

I hope this one’ll be easier when I take
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.

But we’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?

How much happiness does a marriage need anyway?

Goodness me, it seems that twenty-one secrets of a happy marriage are still not enough for some of you! Frankly, if your marriages are that unhappy, ladies, have you considered drowning the obnoxious little git? And men – well, you can just drown yourselves, can’t you? Try not to make a mess.

Anyway, for those without access to conveniently uninhabited locations with deep water, here are yet another seven secrets for a happy marriage.

1. If she wants to try something new in the bedroom, try to put up with it without complaining, even if it’s not really your thing.

2. If you unexpectedly find a sex toy in her drawer, just put it back the way you found it and don’t mention it. She’s probably waiting for the right time to introduce it into your lovemaking.

3. If she’s really angry about something you’ve done, she probably won’t mention it immediately. She’ll wait until she thinks the time and place are just right, so the two of you can discuss it properly.

4. Sometimes women won’t directly say what it is they really want to try in your lovemaking… but they’re sending out subliminal signals all the time, if you can only learn to tune into them!

5. Many men dread those long moments of silence, when she’s really annoyed and you’re waiting for her to start talking about it. But don’t. That silence helps. It gives you both the time to think about what’s happened – and what’s going to happen now. And then in a few moments, you can both devote yourselves to trying to make your relationship work better. And that’s something to look forward to. Isn’t it?

6. Too many men rush straight for the flower stall when they know they have an upset wife. Sure, all girls like to receive flowers from time to time, but if it’s a substitute for understanding her anger, don’t expect your two dozen long-stemmed roses to solve the problem. You’ll probably end up making things worse – especially for yourself.

7. Mornings matter. What’s the first thing you do together each day? Think about how you can use it to tell your husband what you think of him, especially after a night of lovemaking.

Marriage is an institution, but who wants to live in a – oh, hang on, never mind.

All rather domestic this time. Lovers of evil dominatrices in black leather…goodness I enjoyed typing that, let’s go again… evil dominatrices in black leather, look elsewhere. The very next post, frinstance.

Look on the positive side of things. You and her mother have never got on – let’s face it, she hates you. This might be the time when you really get things sorted out.

Just as long as it’s not Nadine. Oh please don’t let it be Nadine…

Ah…recently married couples. So sweet.

You’ve got hers, so why would you want your own?

It’s a good point, and one she’s made before. At the wedding reception, for a start.

Screaming with laughter

It’s such a great combination – don’t you think?

On with the captioned femdom pictures.

Princee Kali, of course. I love the look of sweet innocence combined with cruelty. Screaming with laughter, to be sure.

Isn’t she beautiful? Ahhhh.

Femdom caption brainclamp and thats three words you dont see together every day

Many wives refuse to have their husbands brain-clamped. And it’s true, it does cut down on the opportunities for punishment. But I say there doesn’t always have to be a reason.

I understand the Czech Republic has offered to send some advisors to help the USA out with its partisan political gridlock. I don’t know what they have in mind…but it might be worth trying, right?

Isn’t it nice to see a couple discussing it like this? How hard and how often she beats you… well, that’s something you should have a say in before she decides.

Gyneolatry

An interesting word I found recently, that means pretty much what you’d expect it to mean really. And it’s very, very much what this blog is all about.

Mostly “love, honour and obey” covers it, but she has expanded the “obey” part, providing a bit more detail. Well – quite a lot more, actually.

Washing her husbands mouth out with soap

I’d tell you what the word was, but I’m nearly out of soap myself.

Always an optimist, that Orwell.

Not that it did Fred any good in the long run.

Men can be so unreasonable. Alice accepted the compromise after only a few hours discussion. She’s not happy, but she’s prepared to accept it.

Late submission

…and I apologise for how little homework I have been handing in lately. The next couple of weeks should be a bit better…

Blonde dominatrix with nipple clamps - whats not to like?

Once again, I recommend the site named there. She is simply stunning, and for once the voice matches the cold icy beauty.

What, you want her to do all the work? Swing that whip, you lazy sod.

Mars and Venus, Venus and Mars, y’know? You can’t expect her to be interested in the things you’re interested in all the time, OK?

The slaves went in for their caning two by two

The two times table actually goes up quite high, I understand. Might be a good idea to bend over into those stocks.

Dominatrix wife sells hubbie into slavery goodness me how awful that would be

She didn’t get much for him, but then with all his worldly wealth, she didn’t really need it anyway, did she?

You can’t tell, but the left boot is actually made from a different slave from the right one. But you can see, they have been cured and polished to a perfectly matched finish. Craftsmanship, that’s what that is.

The man in the picture is going to become a red miniskirt, by the way.

Something old something new and twelve strokes of the cane for disobedience

You know, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Especially when she’s a pissed-off female supremacist. Or is that good luck?

It takes rather a brave slave to forget Mistresses birthday

This is actually scarily autobiographical just at the moment. How fast does Amazon deliver?