marriage – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

The power and the glory

Goodness. I hope I don’t have to say too many Hail Marys.

There’s an interesting philosophical point there, actually. Can one ‘show’ nothing? Or is ‘nothing’ merely the absence of showing? Taking the thought experiment further, can one be ‘nothing’? My SO says one can, and one is, so that point is fairly settled.

Icelandic femdom is complicated. But worth it for those interested in play that involves being subjected to extremes of hot and cold, as well as eating raw fish.

Lots of men get quite nervous before their first time with her. And full-on hysterically terified before all subsequent sessions.

Finishing with a religious theme too. The movie Valentines Day is highly recommended. Taylor, Anne… Mostly vanilla, obviously, but there is even a very brief femdomination scene, with Anne being a phone sex Russian domme with a rubber band.

Controllable lust

I’ll just slip into something less comfortable before we start…

Alan’s still a little nervous about the situation, OK? So nothing too freaky when he comes round.

Still, she looks good in it. A bit of a waste if she doesn’t wear it often… it was quite expensive, after all. Still, I’m sure you don’t want her wearing something uncomfortable just for you, do you?

If it’s any consolation, the amount of her time you’ll be getting for free would run into tens of thousands of pounds, if she were charging in a consensual session.

That’s almost as good. And a lot cleaner.

I’m going to be, what she wants me to be

My girl (2 – the one with the sexier video – from the 1969 movie Sweet Charity).

I’ve always been a sucker for a ‘dominatrix ponytail’ – and there are a lot more of them in this clip from the original movie.

Sounds like the perfect evening to me. I think there might even be half a packet of Hob-nobs left.

She can be very reasonable. Also, surprisingly unreasonable. But that’s married life.

Serious stuff: Marcia’s job’s on the line here. I’ll keep you posted if there are any developments.

He’s moved on. Why can’t she?

There: the science has proved it. ‘Men are almost as fully human as women’. I shall have to make sure my SO reads this. Perhaps she’ll start treating me as a near-equal.

Fail better

I do that. I’m really good at failing, actually.

A bit of a shame to call in sick – the girls at work recognised you and have something special planned, whenever you’re next in the office.

Marriage is always a learning experience. She’s just determined to make the learning experience a bit more structured, that’s all.

I’ve always tried to use humour to defuse tense situations. On my very first… time with a woman, if you know what I mean, I was very nervous indeed. Fortunately she burst out laughing as soon as I’d taken my clothes off, and she was still giggling when her taxi arrived ten minutes later. I’ve always been able to make women laugh: it’s a gift.

I suppose that must mean she has a basement too – they’re all the same, the houses on that row. I wonder what she keeps down there?

Funnily enough, it turns out Prop 677 wasn’t even necessary. Enough Californians worship Anne as a goddess for her to qualify for the religious exemption, so she didn’t have to pay taxes anyway. Still: it was a nice gesture.

Senseful brutality

Well.. someone might mind, actually. But no one who matters.

Goodness, what a large one. As no woman has ever said to me, in my entire life. More seriously, though, I really, really like this caption. If you don’t like this one then you are probably ‘reading’ the wrong femdom blog, because as far as I’m concerned, this is as good as it gets (sorry).

Actually, I stopped complaining to Mum when I realised she was always going to take my sister’s side. And obviously there was no point complaining to Dad – he tried to stick up for me once, and we both got a spanking for his trouble.

Looking? Looking where?

Actually, I really like this one too…

Good morning

Good morning, darling! Happy honeymoon! Aww… you’re down on your knees, how sweet! Are you going to give me a lovely little kiss?

Good morning, darling? Now where are my morning kisses, hmm?

Well, you’re not going to be able to greet me properly from all the way up here, are you darling? Down you go.

Just on the top of the stocking today, I think darling. I’m still cross with you.

Hmm? No… no particular reason. I just thought it would be nice to have my morning kiss at the back for a change.

Kiss!


Come on, hurry up. You’ve got chores.

Well, I’m not going to get up just for your convenience, am I darling? Just kiss the knee – no: the ankle.

Kiss!

So, anyway, Karen had a headache and went home early, so I had both of them to myself and – hmm? Noise, what noise? Oh: it’s nothing, just my husband saying good morning. Anyway, they had me kneel on all fours and…

Hurry up, darling. There’s something I need to discuss with you.

No, I’m fed up with you slobbering all over my shoes. You can kiss the floor.

And kiss the cane, too, to show me how grateful you are.

Kiss, then tell me how many you think you deserve today.

Hmm? Oh – good morning. Actually, it’s not morning but I suppose you weren’t to know that. Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know that I’ll be away for a few weeks, so I’ll fill the food hopper and put your shock collar on automatic. Oh – and it’s our anniversary on Tuesday – that’s the day after tomorrow. Your shock collar will be going on and off on all day, to make sure you don’t sleep. You’ve so much to be grateful for, I thought you wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.

Hurtful thoughts

I think writing lines is a ridiculous and pointless, tedious activity and there are few things I hate doing more than writing lines for hours at her command. I told her that just the other day. 500 times, in fact.

I did an interview once. Check it out if you want to find out about the real Servitor, behind the leather mask. Don’t read it if the thought of knowing the real Servitor makes you nauseous.

Ooh – looks like there might be a consciousness-raising session coming on!

There wasn’t much to begin with.

I often have ‘plenty to complain about’. Regretably, I’m not allowed so it all goes to waste.

What a piece of work is woman

Hmm… well, I’ll give it a go, I suppose. She needs to stop buying me so many books, though. I still haven’t finished The Joy of Ironing and I haven’t even started Getting to “Yes Ma’am”

Men can be stupid like that.

Not seeing a breathing tube… she needs to think about her safety standards. Burial play is a lot of fun, especialy on the beach where the tides give it that extra edge, but you need to play safe.

She likes simple things. That’s why she keeps you around.

I’m sure their scientists have a lot to teach us.

Subjugatrices

Goodness, no. Once would quite enough – look at that horrible thing! You know, I’ve been resisting my SO’s demands to let Her act out Her castration fantasy for years but She just went on and on about it and I finally said yes. But I was very firm. Once – just once, and then we’re not going to hear anything more about it, OK? So… that’s done.

Dog food looks awfully fatty but actually you can lose weight quite effectively on a diet of nothing else – particularly if you have difficulty keeping it down.

She’s been showing her love for you with various men for a while now, actually. This just makes it official.

She makes a very valid point, there. I think you might have to agree with her. Always.

And right now Mistress would like to get the clients safely locked away, take off that ridiculous and uncomfortable clothing and put her feet up with a mug of hot chocolate for an evening in front of the TV, thank you very much. So in you go.