She’s trouble, in a word get closer to the fire. Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside.
Mistress Annie, and her bearded keyboards boy, of course.
|She’s very good with pain.
|If you don’t want to do that, just tell her. You could try stamping your little foot and having a tantrum even – you never know, it might work out quite well.
|Drill, baby, drill.
|It’s funny how men go on and on about themselves and their jobs, but women rarely do. She should try being more assertive.
|This is what a femme fatale really looks like. Believe me – a long cigarette holder and a slinky dress has nothing on a battery of field artillery.
Please help me in my agony, dear Jane, dear Jane, dear Jane.
|Actually, you only booked an hour and half. So that’s an extra half hour free! Guess you won that one, huh?
|Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m going to beg for it.
|If you can’t choose, just take a few. She’ll choose. Or maybe she won’t.
|I’m sure when Suzie comes, this whole silly misunderstanding will quickly be resolved.
Oh darling, before we start playing – here’s something you’ll
You have a secret admirer!
No, really. You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago? Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff. And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.
It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff. Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing. She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories. There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice. And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.
Yeah, I know. Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I? I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example. It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them. The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you. It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs. She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake. But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.
I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself. It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.
How did I find it? Oh, I don’t know. Just playing around on the Internet. There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?
Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy! Pretty exciting, huh? Maybe I should be jealous of her!
If it really is a her.
You ready now? I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.
A bit of a change of pace today. As regular readers will know, Contemplating the Divine is not known for subtlety. Most of the reprehensible material posted here depicts femdom situations that are brutal, non-consensual and occasionally anatomically impossible (click here).
So, let’s try something different for a change. These are captions that are NOT about female domination. Not yet. Each presents the very moment at which a vanilla relationship just might take a more flavourful turn. And then there’s a choice to be made: your choice. The red pill or the blue. Donna can turn left or right. Sure, the choice you make in this situation could lead eventually to life in slavery…but it doesn’t have to. Turning points.