no talking – Contemplating the divine

The power of negative thinking

One of those talks where you don’t talk, not until the very end, anyway.

I hope readers realise that the activity depicted in this captioned image – being annoying and pervy around ladies who are prepared to do something about it – is highly dangerous and should not be attempted.

It might turn out to be quite like Tuesday. And after a while, it really doesn’t matter.

Goodness, what nerve-rackingly high stakes. You could lose some (notionally) important body parts or win back the full £120, all on the turn of a card.

Poobles likes to be helpful and today this is how he can help.

Poor chap’s going to miss out on the awkward vanilla conversation while getting dressed at the end.

Scream queens

I quite often get scared in session, but I wouldn’t call any of that a ‘phobia’, as such. Phobias are irrational fears.

Probably best if they never find out. They’re so sweet and innocent, long may they stay that way.

People like her contribute to the unfair stereotyping of the BDSM community. You should say something – when you’ve got your breath back, obviously.

I don’t think it bothers her.

French capital punishment scenarios require some quite specialised equipment (although easy enough for any domme with slaves with carpentry skills). Anyone wanting to try out American cap-pun play is going to need something to step up the voltage. Ordinary electricity’s not quite enough to kill, even in Europe. I mean, it works eventually, but if the client’s only paid for a couple of hours, the domme’s at risk of the scenario not working out.

Thankful for small cruelties

More and more companies are discovering the benefits of setting up dedicated disciplinary departments. Of course, any good manager knows that she should try to deal with performance issues in person whenever possible, but there’s only so many hours in the day.

There’s an honesty about femdom that’s sometimes lacking in other areas of professional sex work, I believe.

So we did.

I went to a financial advisor and explained to her how exciting I found financial domination and she said I should seek professional help. Which is exactly what I was doing… very confusing. So I explained that I wanted her to take all my money with no explanation and never give me anything in return – and it was her turn to look confused, because apparently that’s exactly what she does, as an independent financial advisor.

I get a bit fed up with being asked that. Why do professional ladies assume I’m into SPH? It’s the first question every doctor I’ve ever had has asked me, for instance.

The lovely Miss Zoe, of course. Another lady who has suffered the misfortune of having to put the actual real-life Servitor across her knee… but she has preserved her sanity intact. Apparently you can confess to her here. Be truthful, now.