marriage – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

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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?

Femdom story: A normal marriage (part 3 of 3)

The story so far: Christopher, following a sheltered upbringing, has been taught by his wife that sexual intercourse consists of her beating him until she reaches orgasm. After a couple of years of marriage, Janice has started spicing up this vanilla sex life with toys such as canes and bondage gear – because being tied allows him to ‘hold on’ much further, as the pain of the beating builds up. Lately, Janice’s friend Paula has taken to staying over. Silly Christopher worried that they might be having intercourse, but after a night tied tightly in their room, he is reassured that no beatings or other forms of sexual intimacy are going on: just tickling, licking and so on…

Now read on.

Then one Sunday something appalling happened. He was cleaning Paula’s house, as usual, and was standing before her, as she angrily pointed out a spot he had apparently missed on the carpet. Her eyesight- or standards of cleanliness – was more acute than his, and he stood in confusion thinking that the carpet looked pristine.

“Look at it – just there, look closely!” she had insisted furiously, and he had bent down to observe better (and indeed, could then see to his shame, a small patch of dust that had previously escaped his attention. He was about to get up to present his testicles for the inevitable kicking, when he was startled by Paula’s hand raising his skirt, followed by the ‘crack’ of her other palm impacting his upper thigh, in the gap between his stockings and his panties. He froze in shock and the hand descended again, slapping him over and over and driving his face into the carpet where he knelt.

He knew afterwards that he should have protested at the very first stroke. But in confusion (and perhaps lust?) he remained kneeling for the entire thing, only then rising, his face crimson and backing away towards the door. In his confusion and shame he had run from Paula’s house in full maid’s uniform, and as he clattered home in his high heels, he was well aware of the sight he must be, in his disshevelled uniform, with tears pouring down his face. But he didn’t care, and once home (Janice was out) he ran upstairs to the spare room, as he could not bring himself to enter the marital bedroom, his heart pounding and his vision blurred.

How could he? With her best friend? After all she had done for him, introducing him to the sacred mysteries of the rod and the whip, after so gently dealing with his fears about sex, even – especially – after taking the trouble to show him how harmless and innocent her little games with Paula had been? How could he have allowed her best friend to spank him? He was an adulterer, a cheating husband, he told himself in misery and panic. Even if it never happened again, even if his relationship with Paula stayed strictly proper, as Mistress and maid, Paula would always know.

And worse…he would. And so, surely, would Janice. They had never had secrets from one another. They shared everything. Early on, Janice had even explained that many wives kept their monthly period from their husbands, but that because she knew their marriage should be completely open one, she was going to trust and permit him to buy, apply and dispose of her tampons. She wanted them to share every aspect of their lives, and now he had betrayed her. Christopher sat on the edge of the bed in misery.

When Janice came home, there was no point in pretending. Quite apart from his inability to control his emotions, there was the fact that he was home in the middle of the afternoon. Normally, his chores at Paula’s house kept him there well into the evening. In fact, Sunday night was a favourite for a sleepover, so Paula was often already tucked up in bed with his wife, by the time he returned with aching arms and sore knees from the day’s labours.

“Christopher? Darling! Whatever’s the matter?”. She rushed to the bed, and held him in her arms.

And slowly, through sobs and long pauses, Christopher explained to his wife what had happened. At first, she seemed simply confused, but as understanding dawned, her expression hardened and the arms around her sobbing husband seemed to stiffen. When he had finished his explanations, she pushed him away wordlessly and his dress rustled as he squirmed in his place.

“I need to talk to Paula” she said, flatly, and left the room. Christopher took off his dress and wondered what he should do. He did not have to wonder long. Janice came back carrying bondage gear. Clinically and efficiently, she tied him up – his hands behind his back, his knees and ankles securely fastened and a hood with gag over his head. Before tightening the gag, she had paused and said “I need to know, Christopher. Do you still love me?”

“I love you, Janice! I love only you, and always will” he had sobbed, with heartfelt devotion. Then the gag had tightened in place and the hood was placed over his head. From inside the darkness, he heard the door slam behind her. Later, he thought he heard raised voices from downstairs, but he could not be sure as the hood muffled most sounds very effectively.

He lost all track of time, lying there on the bed. He later discovered it had been just over 15 hours, and he had a raging thirst and (to his shame) had wet himself and the bed by the time he was released. Janice removed his hood (but not the gag), and unfastened his hands. She looked down in disgust. “Clean yourself and this up – then I want to talk to you downstairs.”

Christopher was able to remove his bonds and tidy up the mess, then got dressed and went downstairs to face his wife. She was sitting in a chair in the living room, reading a magazine, and glanced up as he approached. “I said I wanted to talk to you, I didn’t say I wanted you to talk” she said. “Go and put that gag back on right now – and take those ridiculous clothes off.”

Four minutes later, naked and gagged, Christopher stood in front of his wife. Had he been able to speak, he would have begged for forgiveness, would have offered anything – anything – for their marriage to be as it was. Instead, he simply had to listen in silence.

It was worse than any beating he had ever experienced. She explained, calmly and without emotion, that he had betrayed her, as had Paula. She described how hurt and insulted she felt, how none of the relations between the three of them could be the same again. And when she had done this, she set out how things were going to work in the future.

Quite clearly, neither he nor Paula could be trusted. She had been allowing him too much personal freedom, and now her trust had been abused, she understood that she could not be so liberal. He would be kept under much closer control in future. As for Paula, she had started their conversation last night determined never to see her again. But Paula had cried and apologized, and Janice had simply decided that she could not lose her best friend and her husband both at the same time. But she needed to keep an eye on Paula, too.

So: this was how it would be in the future. Paula would move in with them. Christopher would give up his job, and would be kept permanently supervised in the house. On occasions when Janice was out, Christopher was to be locked away (a cupboard could be adapted for the purpose, Janice thought, or she might purchase a cage from the bondage catalogue). He would not be permitted clothes or speech, would eat leftovers after the ladies of the house had finished their meal and would do nothing but perform the most menial household tasks.

And so it has been ever since. Christopher lives in a cage, wears a mask and gag all the time and is only allowed out in Janice’s presence – and then on a chain. He eats scraps, liquidized in a blender and sucked up around his ballgag through a thick straw. An electric shock device has been fitted to his testicles, to which both ladies have a control. The device is quite robust, though, and is not usually dislodged by even the most vigorous beating on his testicles.

She sleeps in the master bedroom with the forgiven Paula, unforgiven he sleeps alone in his cage. Occasionally, the two ladies introduce other women or even men to their tickling games, and on these occasions Christopher is kept well out of sight. He cleans up afterwards, and more than once had had to deal with what he now knows to be the ‘milky fluid discharge’ from a stiffened male penis. He shudders at the thought, and prays silent thanks to the loving wife who made sure he never had to experience such a horror. The stiffening in his own penis has long since ceased, something Janice’s nursing friend put down to the now daily applications of the hairbrush to his testicles.

He has not spoken a word since the profession of love for his wife on that day of shame, and perhaps he never will. Yet that is all he needed to say, all that he knows, all that he is.

Do not pity Christopher. He still has a very full sex life, as his buttocks are whipped by his wife (or occasionally – Christopher suspects from inside his hood – by Paula) and his chores fill his days with meaningful work.

Whatever the future may hold for him – and it is unlikely to hold anything very different – he knows that it is because his wife loves him so much that she cares enough to subject him to this lifetime of penitence.