medical – Page 9 – Contemplating the divine

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You’ll be in real trouble if he doesn’t.

I’ve always been confused about my masculinity. I went to a therapist once, but she just laughed hysterically the whole time. 12 one-hour sessions…I got worried she might do herself some injury, but they do say laughter is the best medecine.

Yes. So much easier being a domme – if you’re having a bad day, just take it out on your clients.

They say women don’t like men who come quickly, but every woman in whose presence I’ve ever achieved orgasm always just seemed to want to get it over with as quickly as possible. I suppose it maximises their income per hour.

Just one of many things that can go wrong. Good thing nothing important got damaged this time.

Humbled in her presence

Of course, for her it’ll be very different from having sex with you. Longer… more enjoyable…and more frequent too.

Don’t worry – it’ll be very special for both of you, I am sure.

And weekly confession too.

Sometimes men need a little encouragement to make the right choice of their own free will.

She has a point, you know. I’d say more, but I’ve a leash to fetch.

The wonderful, stern Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress, of course – who rather thrillingly could surely not give a rats arse about this blog one way or the other. Mmm.. contempt play.

Tales of shame and degradation

Kinky and socially useful at the same time! What’s not to like?

Better be worth it… I need those fingers for my everyday sex life.

He did mind. But she didn’t.

Oh well. Live and learn.

Don’t diss housework simulators. After a hard day’s ironing, there’s nothing I like better than to relax with SimLaundry 3. I’m about to earn the 10,000 pleated skirt achievement.

Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout them.

… because she hates men.

It’s nice when newlyweds have pet names for each other. But ‘bully’ just isn’t appropriate. ‘Boss’ is a good one – he could try that, maybe?

I’m glad she’s taking precautions because some itching powders can be really nasty. But see those gloves? That’s safe BDSM play. She’ll be fine.


Oh – stop worrying! They’re not going to starve to death or anything! This blog can’t abide excessively violent scenes, you know that. No: they’ll die of thirst long before they starve.

Let’s hope this one turns out better than the previous 117. But if not, that’s valuable knowledge too. Science: it’s all about reproducibility of the results.

Very lightly. Safe, sane, consensual – remember?

Well versed in etiquette

Fastidious and precise.

Maybe ask for a prescription for some painkillers?

Well, obviously not every month. That would be silly. But maybe occasionally..?

Shame clothing. I’ve never found I’ve needed it.

Who needs pocket money when your skirts don’t even have pockets?

Hmm. It might be a while before the next blog posting. And it might be a bit dull… (more so than usual, even).

Taking pains

She does and so, therefore, do I.

But not here. I just slap any old rubbish on a photo and stick it on the blog.

Damn. Why is it always about penis size? Honestly, sometimes it just seems like women are obsessed with it.

Urrgglll – nnnnh!

I’m glad I’m into humiliation. Otherwise, I’d probably find a lot of my encounters with women quite unpleasant.

Well, that went well.

Goodness, sounds like she’s going to get quite cross. That could help, actually.

Tender loving care

Time to celebrate those heroines of the medical profession. Where would we be without them? Still experiencing unwanted erections in many cases, I expect.

And let’s face it, if you’re honest with yourself you probably wouldn’t be due a lot of financial compensation anyway, would you?

Men just aren’t suited to this sort of thing. Too squeamish. But do the best you can. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint her.

She’s got a really effective treatment for that.

She’ll need a complete history listing all your sexual partners as well, but that should be very quick, no?

That tiresome bureaucracy.

You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes…

“…and if there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left. “
Actually, I’ve never believed that. Some of us would be traitorous quislings from the start, for one thing.

PS – she didn’t recognise him, actually. Not her fault – they used to get a lot of men at OWK. They all look the same after a while, I expect.

The holiday starts here.

Some of us have high natural levels of this chemical in our bloodstreams already. It’s produced in the spleen, I expect. Mostly because I enjoy typing the word ‘spleen’, which is a rather underused organ in femdom porn, I’ve always felt.

It’s best not to let the cute ones off too lightly.

Nazi dominatrices! Cute, huh? A bit illegal in Germany, but hey – this is the blog that treats its readers with contempt, remember?

Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure. Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

Details, details. Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?

These details matter to her. So now they matter to you.

A very fair point. On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost. Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.