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.

 

Goodbye. 

The lady in the pictures is Stella van Gent.

Evil women doing horrible things to men

(I read somewhere that blog posts should have clear, factual titles to attract traffic.  And what could be more attractive than that title?)

Not that it really matters how he reacts, once the padlock’s on.
 

 

It’s often the simple things we men find most difficult.
 

 

Hmmm.  “If you didn’t want X, you shouldn’t have Y”.  Can’t think where I read that before, Servitor.
 

 

 
Well, I think it’s sweet.  In a slightly psychotic kind of way.

 



Yup.  Crying’s good.  Also screaming in frustration.  It all helps pass the time.  Actually, the chap pictured behind her there just squats down all day, gently rocking backwards and forwards and moaning in a steady rhythm.  Hey – it gets him through the day, you know?



You’ll always find me in the corner at parties

Yeah.  I was always one of those guys in the corner at parties.  You know?  Just standing there, all embarassed, not knowing what to say as the laughter and flirting went on all around me? 

My nose pressed tightly against the angle of the walls, and my trousers down around my ankles exposing my red, spanked buttocks for all to see.

I guess we’ve all been there, huh?

Femdom bully
It’s good to have a job doing something you love.  In my job, for example, I’m bossed around, humiliated and made miserable almost every day.  Mmmm.
 
 

Birched submissive
Ooops!  Don’t forget about consent, girls!  When you’re finishing, ask him if he agrees he deserved it.  It’s important.
 
 

Whipped with metal
Well, if you put it like that…
 
 

Countdown to orgasm - or not
Office life… it can be so stressful, can’t it?
 
 

Sadly, though, the inside looks pretty grotty, too. Unless you like gloomy dungeons walled with unfinished concrete and festooned with rusting chains.
Oh do you?  Oh, right.  You’re in for a treat, then.

Hot flushes

I’m feeling them more and more often.

Female led relationship
Best not to rush into these discussions.  Give everyone a chance to calm down, to reflect on what was said and maybe even come to regret it?
 
 

Pink whips are cute!
With dignity. Always with dignity.
 
 

Glad we cleared that up.  I hate ambiguity.  Fortunately, so does she.



He’ll apologise, too.



Don’t know.  Don’t care.

La belle dame sans merci

More images of female domination, captioned ones.

Nazi dominatrix oh my
Just scream to let them know when it’s back on, would you?
 
 

If I want to keep those stats up, I guess I’m going to have to start offering housework tips here…
 
 

Mmm…well, that was fun.  Schoolboy session next month – four hours in detention writing lines, wasn’t it?  Something to look forward to.
 
 

Men – being crude and ignorant – need to train themselves to watch out for these subtle clues.  Or women need to train them.
 
 

Yes.  Then they’ll definitely be gay.  And married!

Extra duty


Hey honey.  How are you?

Oh – yeah, well quite a day. You know we’ve got this terrorist suspect? Well, I was in charge of his interrogation this morning, and he broke completely – but he hadn’t done anything! I mean, I made quite sure. We had a full three-hour session, and he was screaming and begging and pleading for mercy, almost from the start. You know?  I’d already learnt everything before I even started on the second fingernail! He was completely innocent.  Of course, I had to do the rest, and the other stuff as usual – got to do it by the book!

Apparently he was only here because some ex-girlfriend of his was cross with him or something, so she tipped off the security police that he was plotting to bomb a bridge.  It’s really silly, the way they’ll just bring someone in for that sort of thing!  Such a waste of all of our time – and his life and career of course!  Apparently, he was some sort of computer programmer, and I don’t suppose you can do that without fingers.  I think someone should have a word with that ex-girlfriend of his.

So I reported at lunchtime that he was innocent, and do you know, that silly old cow Colonel Travis wasn’t satisfied! Said she thought maybe the suspect was ‘holding out on me’ and maybe I needed to ‘be a bit harder’ on him. Ridiculous! I mean, I know when I’ve broken a man.

But anyway…orders are orders, so I had to go back and do a full afternoon session as well. You should have seen the look on the suspect’s face when I appeared at his cell door again! Shrieking in terror – frantically scrabbling at the walls to get away. He was desperately begging to be executed… especially when I said I wasn’t going to be as easy on him this time.  Poor thing.

Of course, I didn’t find out anything new. He confessed to everything in sight, of course, but it was just because he was so terrified. Especially when I started on his eyes – they always hate that.

Hmmm? Oh yes, he’s still alive. There’s not much left of him, of course. Anyway, Cow-nel Travis had gone when I finished, so I just left the report on her desk. If she has me go back and do him again in the morning I’m going to be so cross! Still – I left a few bits untouched, just in case I have to.

What?  No – not those bits!  Honestly, you men!  One track minds.  They came off early in the afternoon.  Shame – he was kind of cute.

Oh don’t be ridiculous!  How can you be jealous?  Quite apart from the fact that there’s not much of him left, I think he’d be too traumatised for the rest of his life even to speak to a woman, let alone –

Oh were you joking?  Sorry, honey.  I’m still just so keyed-up over having my professional judgement questioned like that.

Anyway…one of those irritating days. Grrr! 

How about we skip the movie, order a pizza and you can take away some of my tension…hmmm? 

Tough love

Very tough, sometimes.  Ouch.

Captioned images of female domination follow.  Obviously.

Femdom air stewardess
Not a clothes cupboard, you understand.  Don’t get your hopes up, loser.
 
 

Yes.  Apparently she doesn’t have Madame Sarka’s easygoing and forgiving nature, so do watch it.  Still – congratulations!  Happiest day of your life, and all that!
 Madame Sarka, of course, formerly of OWK.
 

Oh I always do that sort of thing.  Live for today, I say!  Who knows where we’ll be tomorrow, eh?  Well, I mean, in this case here, obviously.  And the day after that, and…
 This image from Cruella.  There’s a certain bleakness that is unmistakable.  Mmmmm.
 

Oh no.  I hate going to her parents’.  Especially after a flogging.  Oh well… who said life had to be fair?
 
 

Gratuitous cruelty  – dontcha love it?

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?

Oh…say you do.

Death by boots
“Boots” is a surprisingly popular choice.  You can also sell the right to choose, to someone else, then just take pot luck.  Quite fun, if you’re feeling adventurous.
 The picture is from The British Institution.  It’s very British.  I love it.
 


Femdom food
Oh well.  It’s been deep-fried.  How bad can it be?
 
 

Cassie certainly does cane
Perhaps.
 The lady is of course the magnificent Hunteress (also known as Cassie Canes), and the source is indicated on the watermark.  Boris appears courtesy of SlavesForMovies Inc.
 
 

Beating on demand
They also provide a complimentary paddle, by the minibar, and there’s a shackle in the bathroom.  It’s those little touches that make the difference between simply staying in a hotel and having an experience there.
 


Punished for being bad in bed
Sounds fair.

The caption for the picture above was loosely inspired by this rather excellent video on humiliation.  You’ve probably already seen it, but if you haven’t I recommend it.  The lady involved is…well, not exactly vanilla, but she’s not femdom particularly either, as this is one of a large series of talks about various sexual practices.  But as well as talking about it, from time to time she simply slips in some actual verbal humiliation.  For some reason, the fact that she does so in such a matter of fact manner, reading from a script with cheerful interest…even the fact that the scene keeps cutting, particularly when she reaches for an inhaler because she’s got a cold… all that, just adds to the humiliation for me.  I think it’s lovely.  Anyway, there’s a bit where she says you have to be “punished for being so bad in bed”, and the phrase has stayed with me… and perhaps always will.

A daily act of brutality

Unusually for me, a themed post.  See if you can guess the theme.
 
All images taken from the public spaces of “The British Institution”, or tumblrs, not from behind the paywall to my knowledge.
 
Well worth a visit – once you’re in, you’ll find you can’t leave.  Not for five years anyway, even with good behaviour.
 
http://www.thebritishinstitution.com