Category: pain

Fiendish angels

Or are they angelic fiends?

Female sadism is a beautiful thing.
She likes to feel appreciated – who doesn’t?
There’s nothing like a man-hating lesbian girlfriend to inject a bit of firm discipline into a relationship.
Garbage needs to consider whether there are things in his life that are more important than money (other than her, of course, but that goes without saying).

This is of course the awesome Serena, Gynarchy Goddess, whose floors Servitor has often cleaned, almost never to her satisfaction, alas.

He’ll be fine, just as soon as he’s got beyond ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’.
Kitten isn’t an expert in economics, but she does understand the basic idea of conspicuous consumption and thoroughly approves of it.

Dream girls

The sort where you wake up in a cold sweat with your heart thumping.

Well, if it’s pitiful enough it should, shouldn’t it? That’s what ‘pitiful’ means. Perhaps you could mansplain that to her – it can only help.
I don’t think they’d be in much doubt anyway, but best to make sure.
They pride themselves on delivering the product unharmed. It’s not just for ethical reasons: several of their clients specifically say they want to receive it entirely free of bruises, cuts or burn marks and with all bodily parts still attached. And they are very client-focused.
I tried a sperm donation centre once but they didn’t even have a key – so what was I supposed to do? Fortunately, the nurses there saw the funny side.
You don’t want to eat the stripy yellow and red ones, by the way. OK, obviously you probably don’t actually want to eat any of them at all, but that’s not my point.
I’d much rather give her a coffee than my opinion.

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.

Just do as she says

hmm? So much easier.

Actually, guys with small penises have proportionately more everything. My little finger, for instance, is huge in comparison – a woman remarked upon it, once.
They’re reworking the pay structure too, to make it more discriminatory.
Zoe’s good at games, usually winning on the first move when she plays slaves at chess. She also enjoys playing ‘guess the voltage’.
I expect he’ll come up with some lavish belated gift or other… she can even make some suggestions while she has his full attention like this.
Of course it’s best to wear thick gloves when handling that X stuff as it can irritate the skin. But they’re professionals, they know how to handle things that can be irritating.
She likes to give her clients a ‘happy beginning’ occasionally.

The power of dependent thought

Don’t worry if you can’ t be brave. She doesn’t mind. In fact: she’s good with pain, so you don’t have to be.
Maybe she could invite a few of the guards over one evening: show them what an obedient and well-adjusted male looks like. You will be on your best behaviour, won’t you?
It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Well… actually it’s not because Nathan later found himself ring-gagged and secured at just the right angle every Friday night, but they weren’t to know that at this point.
Mistress Ezada has never understood the point of labour-saving devices.
She can remember every mocking, searing word of Mr Johnson’s remarks about her Twain essay (well, how was she to know he didn’t mean Shania?). That’s actually quite fortunate, because she’s going to want him to repeat it, pausing after each word for some feedback.
Hmm. I suspect his feet are going to get in the way when they try to put the lid on. Oh well… they’ve got saws and things, I expect they’ll find a way to make everything fit together.

Boots do furnish a room

Today’s special celebrates that most elegant of female footwear (and ankle, calf and, excitingly, occasionally thighwear): the boot. As well as looking and tasting lovely, boots are highly practical and can be used for all kinds of kicking, crushing and treading underfoot. Plus, they’re so easy to get clean and the wearer can even be paid while waiting for the process to be completed to her satisfaction. Boots boots boots boots…*

Both wearing boots in this image. But she’s doing all the work… in so many ways.
She’s blended in quite well with village life: she rides a lot, takes part in the hunt and has even paid to have the quaint old stocks in ther market square repaired and brought back into use.

The delightful Princess Neive, whom I deeply regret never having had the chance to meet when she was working. There are videos of her around… listen to her lovely giggle.

More country pursuits. He provides all the gear they need as well, although some of the whips and sets of spurs are hardly suitable to be used on poor, defenseless horses.
Coincidentally, after his session, her client admitted to being the managing director of one of the largest cold-calling centres in the country. He later regretted telling her that, but she didn’t: she found it motivated her to greater creativity.
Everything my SO says to me is in the imperative, regardless of the precise grammatical form she uses.
I think dommes should tell dumb sub jokes to even the score. “Why did the sub stare for hours at the carton of orange juice?” Because his Mistress fucking told him to.

* Marching up and down again.

Occasionally I put found femdom down here. Now this isn’t found femdom. It’s just a funny little video imagining vikings with modern Scandinavian accents and attitudes. But if you watch to the end, the last second or so is just a little bit Contemplating the Divine. Just a little. But it’s not worth skipping to the end, just watch the video if you think the ‘modern viking’ thing sounds amusing and treat the last moment as a bonus.

Don’t you dare

I never do. Never been much of a risk-taker, unless you count marrying my SO.

It’s scurrying time.
They’re planning to get together regularly.
She’s hoping to break into movies. Not necessarily castration movies, obviously, but if the offers come in…
If you’re not convinced by her argument here, don’t worry: she can help you come to a fuller understanding.
Reminiscent of that time a whole nest of scorpions infested the OWK Prison. Hard to imagine where they came from, given there aren’t any scorpions in the Czech Republic, but I expect there’s a perfectly sensible explanation.
They also serve, who only writhe and scream.

Muliebrious bodily harm

Good word, isn’t it? You can look it up if you don’t know what it means. Or live your life in wilful ignorance – see if I care.

Don’t worry if you end up eating some dirt too, it won’t do you any harm. Refusing to obey her wishes, on the other hand, could be distinctly hazardous.
Can’t be too careful. My SO loves to conduct cavity searches and if she runs out of holes in my body to delve into, she just makes more.
I understand they did make a more scientifically accurate version of the movie, in which at least half the running time was taken up with Bond’s genitals getting slowly charred. I’d pay to see that but apparently it didn’t play well with all demographics.
Sometimes Responsible Females get cross if they arrive after the five day period to find their property already disposed of – but they’re always offered a replacement and they’re usually fine with that.
Try to help her out; she’s taking pains to get this right.
To be fair, she probably would have snipped them off in due course, but not just yet – probably not for a few days.

Amorous anxiety

Passionate love should always come with a twinge of gut-wrenching fear.

Sometimes it’s best just to spend a whole session practising the one movement – exactly the same punch, on exactly the same spot – over and over again. Obviously, you’ll need not to move, but don’t worry if you find that difficult – she has some things to help you stay firmly fixed in the ideal position until she’s finished.
My SO can be a bit forgetful, too. Can you believe it, three times now gone home leaving me me tied up in a gay club and completely forgotten about me until the next day? Of course, it’s not her fault: it’s mine. That’s a basic principle of our marriage.
Oh, I expect she’s got nothing to worry about.
No one can humiliate you, unless you humiliate yourself, as a wise woman once told me.
Men who enjoy looking at women in tight outfits should try wearing something restrictive permanently.

Lovely Cruella shoot. Go buy the original magazines!

Don’t worry about something bad happening to you in the night, as you hang there all alone. I’m sure there’s nothing out there that’s half as terrifying as Gillian.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.
I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re male? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.
Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.
They also serve, who only kneel and pay.
They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.
He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.