pain – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

She’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went

Another totally forgettable song from that pointless 80s guy, having his career saved by the goddesses in his videos. Is it just me, or does the goddess annoyingly hidden by his left shoulder (reminder for male readers: his left is our right) at about 3.30 look like she’s thinking about something else? And the goddess on the second row far left (our left, boys… not that difficult) just looks embarrassed throughout.

Oddly enough, if you really understood her plan, you wouldn’t be worried about the animal in the middle there, but about the teddy bear to the right. I don’t want to spoil the surprise – just consent, and you’ll find out soon enough.

There’s also ‘lucky dip’, where he gets to spin a wheel marked with the numbers one to five at the start of each week. But – shhhh! – if his patroness wants that spin to result in a particular outcome… well, that’s doable, if you know what I mean.

Some people are like that – they’ll just drop everything if someone else asks. She can actually be quite assertive, so don’t assume this is typical. She’s no doormat. He is, but that’s more a literal description than a judgement of his character.

Ungrateful little sod. You’d think he’d be pleased to get out and stretch his… his… well, whatever part or parts of his anatomy are about to be stretched, I suppose.

Try to be worthy of the honour.

Damned lies and sadistics

Guys need to be kept busy, preferably with female oversight, or their attention wanders. There’s no one right way to do it. It could be anything from meticulous housework for that one special lady, through scrubbing the pavements as part of a community-run cleaning squad all the way to five years of hard labour in a male re-education camp. It’s all good.

If you can’t afford a lovely sound-proofed dungeon and you want to enjoy the screams, just have a word with your neighbours. Most will be perfectly happy with the noise, as long as you talk to them about it. And you might even find a common interest!

The lovely Mistress Mina Thorne, of course, about to show off her CBT skills. I’d like to link to her web site but I am not at all sure that this is actually her, as I read somewhere she is retired, sin which case I’m afraid your C and B will just have to be T-ed by someone else. Unless she isn’t retired, in which case they won’t. I expect someone will know?

So you couldn’t even save up a few weeks’ pocket money? No wonder she prefers Harold – I mean, apart from all the other reasons, obviously.


My SO was absolutely furious when I came home once with a prescription for painkillers. She said she felt it devalued the hard work she was putting into our marriage. It was very unfeeling of me, and I have to say I did feel very uncomfortable as a result, for a long time afterwards.

In-laws can take some getting used to and there’s no harm in getting out of the occasional evening with a little white lie, especially if you spend that evening learning to be a better husband.

Punishing workloads

…but these ladies always manage to deliver.

It’s a win-win for her, which is just as well because she really hates losing.

Don’t worry about whether you’ll be able to satisfy her. That’s one of the nice things about being a pain toy: she does all the work and you just have to go with the flow. Let Joy be unconfined.

Necessary suffering, obviously, is something she can fully support.

This is, of course, Miss Chambers, possessor of the finest, most elegant nose in femdom, and to be found (nostalgically) on the Cruella web site.

My own SO, I am glad to say, does not approve of whipping for minor, trivial faults. I have yet to discover a fault she considers to be minor and trivial, but when I do I am sure that will come as a great relief.

Hmm… Think think think. I expect she’ll remember eventually, as long as she’s not distracted by something more important.

Womanly vices

Sure she can. Lucy doesn’t mind a few bruises on her toys – if anything, it can make them even more sensitive.

She finds it pretty annoying working for a male CEO, actually, which is why it’s so important that she can talk through her day and work off some of those frustrations when she gets home.

A bit more lube, maybe?

It’s as if your pain receptors are directly linked to the pleasure centres of her brain. It’s great when a couple just ‘clicks’ like that.

He didn’t have the nerve to ask whether she allows her clients ‘happy endings’ but she does – specifically, she unties them and lets them limp away.

Stunning and entrancing

La la la la lah la la la-lala…

Maybe they’ll show you what’s in the trunk. Although being British, I find the word ‘boot’ comes more naturally to mind when contemplating this scene.

I find my body works much better when I’m being obedient. Less bruised, for one thing.

Wonderful to watch a creative mind at work. In the end she just called it Unfinished Composition #1 and decided to treat the whole series as a work in progress. They say that a work of art is perfect not when it is complete, but when there is nothing left to take away and that’s certainly her philosophy.

She’s right of course – what’s a few moments of pleasure from an unhealthy treat, compared to hours shuffling as fast as the ankle chains will allow, on the combined treadmill and electric shock device? She doesn’t want to have to increase your daily stint on that, if she can possibly help it, does she?

Oh dear. Let’s hope the bank hotline doesn’t keep you waiting for long.

Brutal honesty

They do say honesty is the basis of every successful romantic relationship – but brutality has its place too.

Don’t worry – she has lots of equipment and techniques to help manage the pain.

They do say small ones have more pain receptors per square millimetre, which is actually quite a turn-on for a lot of ladies.

He’s the foundation of the building just behind her, by coincidence.

Time for the evil – sorry, what? I can’t say that word!

OK, well if the other two are totally straight I guess they won’t need licking clean, for a change, so that’s a bonus.

Governing bodies

Everyone feels a bit uncomfortable, on their first day in the torture room.

Really? Oh… that would be just awful!

Don’t tell her she’s not doing it right – it works for her, OK?

Language barriers can be overcome, with good will on both sides – or failing that, one side holding a whip and not giving a shit about what the other side might actually be saying.

His musical tastes are more Bruce Springsteen than Ariana Grande. He did tell them that, but then he also told them his session tastes were more towards sensual domination than frequent, brutal electric shocks to the balls… so it looks like they didn’t pay a lot of attention.

Agonising and ecstasising

Silly headline, sweet little song,* content is essentially unrelated.

It only gets sadder from here on in, Ma’am. You don’t mind if I call you Ma’am, I hope? Ma’am.

She can wait. Hours, days, weeks. Whatever it takes. And you’re not going anywhere, obviously.

Maybe I’m just trying to demonstrate that I’m not one of those guys who just thinks about his penis the whole time, you know?

It’s cheaper than domme session rates, but only slightly – and much more intense.

Don’t ask her about the bad experience. She’s been able to move on.

* But not as sweet as the one from Butterflies.

I will show you games where the winner never wins

So lock away the childhood and throw away the key.

Probably best just to do it. Discussions about obedience can become very repetitive.

I think the best years of their relationship are ahead of them.

Like many subs, I find there are limits to how much pain I can take… but none to how much I can receive.

Frekke gutter som går av og oversetter bildeteksten under disse bildene, tar bloggen altfor seriøst.

If he doesn’t, they can always turn their attention to the so-called ‘best man’.

Dumb hearts get broken

I just hate feeling useless…

Actually, the little hole can be opened up wider. But not for food.

Pookles is beginning to wonder whether he should put his foot down in this relationship. Or just throw himself on the floor and scream uncontrollably.

Don’t try to understand women’s sexuality. It’s more complex and subtle than the male variety.

Maybe she’ll let you kiss her feet afterwards, before dragging yourself from her presence.

And a little bit of found femdom for you. This is the webcomic Fluffy Bunny, which seems to be quite old but I had not encountered before. Mostly it’s a bit too cute for my tastes, but I did like this one: