pony play – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Derogatory remarks

Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas? I hope so. I didn’t, not really. But apparently I got what I needed and what I deserved, which I’m given to understand is actually better for me. So that’s nice.

I wonder what she’s talking about. The usual explanatory notes didn’t come with this one, I’m afraid.

I remember – very soon after I started seeing the lady who became my SO – very nervously broaching the subject of whether she might be prepared to try incorporating a little light spanking play into our bedroom routines. But she wasn’t really up for it. She said she preferred to stick with the bullwhip, shock baton and testicle clamps so I just pretended I’d been joking and I dropped the whole subject. I’ve often wondered how my life might have been different, had she said she’d try it… but it’s no use wishing for what might have been, is it?

Well… sex is important in her work, just as crime is important in a policewoman’s.

It’s going better than she’d dared to hope and she hasn’t even reached the gravel yet.

Oh dear… she’s not exactly trying to make you feel special, is she? But then, you’re not.

Beauty and some beasts

In some great literature, the characters form lasting attachments. In snip-lit, it’s usually the opposite.

It’s good that he’s supporting her artistic development – and she his.

Trevor’s the one on the left. You might think, looking at him, that he’s made quite a few ‘noble gestures’ lately, but in fact it’s just that his work shift on the treadmill happened to coincide with Madame Sarka’s turn to be overseer.

Or it might not. It’s really not going to affect things either way, to be honest.

I think it’s horrible when people abuse riding crops by using them on horses.

Hers to keep

And of course there’s no rule that says you can’t use any twice. Or even more often than that.

I expect Sasha will get the hang of it. One excuse for a beating’s almost as good as another; it’s silly to get hung up on narrative consistency. I never do – as readers of my stories will attest.

He’s probably thinking he’s not really up to moving like greased lightening, at his age. But that’s the thing about femdom – you can always surprise yourself.

Subbie hear, subbie do.

Many submissive men get quite hung up on how wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, co-workers and so on will react to their fetish. But the truth is, many of them just don’t care at all and haven’t the least interest in us. I find it quite humiliating…. yum.

It’s savage and it’s cruel

And it shines like destruction. Mistress Lennox, of course, and her beardy boy.

There’s an important difference. Voyeurs get sexual gratification from watching other people have sex, while humiliation freaks get sexual gratification from not getting sexual gratification.

Unlike many wives, his wife doesn’t at all mind his going to strip clubs and suchlike with his mates. She must be very open-minded.

Actually, I’m feeling a bit queasy. Is that supposed to happen?

Easy mistake to make: most of their ponies are geldings already. Surprising he’s lasted this long, really. Maybe they’ve been busy.

Oh well. It doesn’t hurt to ask, as long as she’s in a good mood.

Stable relationships

Maybe when the two of you are married, you can talk to her about being less cruel to poor dumb animals.

Well, she should have been clearer. It took me ages…

No spoilers, now!

Don’t worry, you’ll soon warm up after Lady Sarah arrives.

He only discovered about her fetishes after the marriage. She has quite a few. The ones not involving inflicting pain on older men are mostly about girlfriends and money.

Our youngers and betters

I suppose it never hurts to go through things again, just to make sure. Well… I don’t mean it never actually hurts – obviously it does hurt – I just mean…. oh , you know.

The longer it goes on, the longer his pleasureable anticipation, I suppose.

I wonder what she has planned for the evening. For you, that is.

Aww… is there a little furry… hairy, leggy, fangy.. friend in there with you? Or several.

You, by contrast, can easily go quite badly wrong. But you’ll know when you do.

Bossy boots

See? Told you that in the future, boots would stamp down on male faces forever. Or was that George Orwell? Anyway, I have pictures to prove it.

It might get a bit smelly in there, that’s the only thing. But don’t worry: they’ll hose the crate down before you’re introduced to your new owners.

Wife and mother… it’s like two jobs rolled into one.

Don’t worry, they’ll make sure you get all the way to the top.

Looks pretty clean already to me. You don’t suppose she’s not a real biker by any chance, do you?

Ah, Mistress Eleise. Even dressed in her daily work clothes like this, she’s stunning.

Male In Name Only

Actually, although it’s a very specialised field of architecture, her fees are fairly low, not least because she doesn’t need to pay any assistants.

And they say castratrices have no feelings.

If he’s bad at sums, he might need a little thinking time in the corner to get the salary offer right.

I’d queue up…

I’ve always enjoyed a vigorously bisexual sex life: left or right hand, doesn’t matter to me.

Twas the night before Christmas

… when all through the night
not a penis was stirring,
all locked up quite tight.

Look, she said it, not me – OK readers? I respect and cherish each and every one of you. But she doesn’t.

The divine Mistress Eleise. You might have seen her here once or twice before, I suppose.

You’ll look back with longing at this, come summer, when she’s whipping you up a hot gravel track under the merciless sun.

1.2 seconds of pure bliss. But, you know, it’s not just Christmas that comes but once – oh, hang on.

I used to suffer from low self-esteem. But then I just decided to enjoy it instead.

And the divine Divine Mistress Heather, too.

He should pay attention to this blog over the next few days.

The latest femdom captions

Apologies for the dull title. But I have noticed that by far the highest viewing figures on this blog are for posts with titles like “More femdom captions”. Anyway, I’m running out of 80s lyrics…

Nothing like hot coffee to wake you up.

It’s a living.

Yes. I’ve been quite disappointed, just how open-minded many of my friends have been about my SO beating me. “About time too” was the usual comment.

She means it about the running. Don’t you dare dawdle.

Like many men of kink, I do find I have to pay for most of my fantasies to be acted out. However, I think I can honestly say that all of my unpaid sexual encounters have turned into really strong humiliation sessions, one way or another. I guess I’m just lucky like that.