murder – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

Obeisance

Oh, OK. I thought we’d barely started. Never mind.

Well… it is a big decision to take. So it’s a good thing she’s already taken it.

He’ll probably mess it up, he’s such a moron. Just think what a fool he’ll look, every time he forgets about a release date! Serve him right too.

Some people leave their bodies to science – mine’s going to fashion! Or upholstery, I suppose.

How can this have happened? I mean, for goodness sake, this is the third time this week!

That seems very cruel. My own SO is much kinder – she’s got me on a diet consisting almost entirely of fatty bacon sandwiches and chocolate cake! Yum. She wants me to take up smoking too. She’s thoughtful like that.

There’s actually a Lifetime Achievement category at the annual snuff movie awards, but strangely no-one’s ever claimed it.

Well… OK. As long as she listens to his
concerns this time. Last time, she decided she needed to pee right in
the middle of the conversation and I think he never got to say
everything he intended.

There you are, you see? Now why did she let him get like that? Too soft on him, that’s what she is.

This blog doesn’t often feature dominant males, so say hi to Master Rod. You won’t be seeing him often, but maybe he’ll be brought out to play from time to time.

Blonde justice

Yes. Someone needs to let her know that you just can’t get a toilet bowl really clean by licking it, either. Will you tell her, or shall I?

Mmmm… nine-and-a-half times the fun!

I’m not generally a big fan of the US ‘mean young women’ style of femdom, but Miami Mean Girls is really pretty good. I think it’s the same as AmericanMeanGirls too. There’s a lady called Goddess Rodea (that’s not her, above) who I think is particularly wonderful. Worth a look.

Your kink is not her kink. Which is just as well, or you’d have to murder her, and think how awful that would be.

Could even have a key-swapping party. Such fun, until someone loses a key and then there’s weeks of recrimination and tears.

It’s going to be hard to carry all that shopping with a broken arm. Perhaps you could ask for the arm to be broken later, when you’re back? What’s that? You think that sort of impertinence might just annoy her? Yeah, probably right. Oh well, one-armed shopping it is.

Goddess Lexi of course, featured on Femdom Empire.

Incorrigible

and believe me, several ladies quite skilled in the art of correction have tried.

Truth and consequences.

Best years of your life.

They seem rather indecisive for such otherwise forceful ladies. I hope they make their minds up soon… can’t hang about in here all day.

They don’t have tribunals for gross professional misconduct in dreams – that could be another way to tell the difference, in due course.

Good to see them upholding basic safe play standards. See, many people think pro-dommes are uncaring but it just ain’t so.

Owner-controlled

It’s good to live in a comunity united around a shared interest.

Her feelings matter, remember. A lot.

I’d reach for ‘Polite dissenting opinion No 1’ but ‘we’ decided to remove it from the approved list.

It’s a good idea to wear a lot of pink, to avoid being mistaken for a feral male. Ferals hate wearing pink – especially frilly lacy things.

Aww… sweet. My own SO asked me how I’d like her to remember me and I suggested an alarm on her phone, every month when it’s time to change the straw. It’s working out pretty well.

Active-aggressive behaviour

Actually, I think her levels of married bliss have never been higher.

Have you noticed their expressions? I don’t think they’re going to argue about this. Sometimes couples already really know what needs to be done – the role of the external expert is just to help them open up about it to each other.

He does still participate in rapes from time to time, though. Just in a different role.

Valuable protein.

That kind of bitchy behaviour is quite unusual in OWK, actually. Generally, the ladies work within a supportive and positive team culture. It’s about mutual respect in the workplace, basically.

Warning: implicit sexual content

… it’s the only kind you’ll get here.

So… not a threesome then? And indeed, from next week, no more onesomes either. Oh well

Well, since you mention it…

The delightful knees and firm hands of Ms Gigi Allens!

And during too.

No comment.

Worshipful company

If it’s any consolation, she certainly does care about how well you do the chores.

There’s plenty of boys.

It’s amazing, what computers can do these days.

I asked a domme once for a session in which she would treat me with utter contempt the whole time. I waited for hours in the rain, and she didn’t turn up, even though I’d pre-paid by credit card. Do you think perhaps she misunderstood?

Don’t worry, if anyone sees you they’ll probably assume you’re a devout pilgrim doing penance as part of a religious observation. Which, in a sense, you are.

Good news bad news

Now, my dear prisoner, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?

The bad news? Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. Hear that first, to get it over with.

Well, the bad news is that the rest of your life is going to be spent down here, and it is going to be utterly miserable. Your hands will stay cuffed behind your back like that forever, and the hobble chain between your ankles isn’t going away either. You won’t be able to stand up, or even crawl, but you should be able slowly to wriggle around, like a maggot, to get across this cold stone floor. You can scream and shout if you like. No one will hear you. Not even me, and there’s no one else for miles around.

There’s more bad news too. In a moment I’ll be leaving, and I’m going to switch off the light and close the door. So it’ll be pitch dark down here – you’re now in the last few moments of light that you’ll ever experience.

That’s right – look at me. This is the last time you’ll ever see anything. Remember me.

More bad news, I’m afraid. You’re going to die down here. But not immediately. There’s plenty of water and I’ve left some piles of food around. Some of the food’s fresh, so if you can find it, as you inch around in the dark, I’d eat that first, as otherwise it’s going to start rotting. But there’s quite a lot of dry food that should be edible for a few months.

But then that’s it. One day, you’ll be painfully wriggling across the floor in the dark; sniffing and licking wherever you go to try to find more food, and there just won’t be any left. But of course, you’ll never be sure that you’ve found it all, so you’ll probably keep trying, as you get weaker, hopelessly dragging yourself back and forth trying everywhere in this pitch black cellar, until you starve to death – alone, in the dark, with no one to care.

So that’s the bad news.

The good news? Oh – erm, yes, now there was some good news. What was it? Goodness, it’s completely slipped my mind. Oh I don’t suppose it matters. Whatever it was, I’m sure it didn’t really concern you anyway.