professional domination – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

United and flexible resolve

The ladies of my ever-unpopular Downton Domination series may appear to live lives of idle luxury. But it would be a grave error to mistake requiescence for acquiescence, as I’m sure you’ll agree as soon as you’ve looked up what it means. When Hitler and his gang of thugs made that mistake in 1939, these lionesses answered their country’s call. Spunk, not funk, was the order of the day. They did their bit and this blog is proud to remember Downton Domination’s finest hours.

Not forgetting our gallant and indefatigable allies, of course. What? No, not the bloody yanks you damn fool!

Rigorously unfair

Yes, just imagine. Still, no harm done to anyone who matters on this occasion, thank goodness.

Maybe if you wipe around the rim it won’t look so bad and Cathie won’t be cross… oh, who am I kidding?

You already ‘dared’ when you turned up for the session. Now for a few truths.

I’m afraid she’s just willfully denying reality, there. Phish Food is much better.

Or spoken, known about or even defined. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get the hang of it.

Brutal realism

Contradicting the statement over there about the realism or otherwise of the material presented on this blog, just for once we are keeping it real with some accurate depictions of pro-domme sessions, rather than the fantasy this blog usually purveys.

So clutch your crumpled envelope full of banknotes tightly in your sweaty hand, turn off geolocator on your phone (but keep the phone itself on until the last second so you can nervously glance at the time as you hang around the nearby streets trying neither to be early nor late), try to look casual as you march up to the door, not meeting the eyes of any passers-by… and enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever.

Sustained abjection

Thank goodness for that. Well… thank Mistress Magda, anyway.

Tom’s looking forward to their feedback.

Or a card game. ‘Pairs’ springs to mind, for instance.

It’s good when people feel they can share about their private life with co-workers.

Don’t worry – he’s not as bad at it. Just bad.

Shame game

Fine, but I’m not putting his condom on for him this time. I have my pride.

Don’t worry – the guys might think you look silly at first, but I’m sure they’ll be impressed when you go into your dance routine.

For a while my orgasm day was 29 February, but ‘we’ decided to stop all that, as it was getting a bit repetitive and predictable.

Women and knots, eh? Bless ’em.

Which is a bit unfair if you have a fetish for being humiliatingly searched by ladies in positions of authority. Oh well, at least she’s not wearing her uniform, so there’s a chance.

Stern words

One of the nice things about being submissive is that you’re rarely in any doubt about whether your partner’s in the mood for sex, or precisely what she wants to do (and indeed, with whom).

She was kind enough to give him a long warm-up before the painful bit, so I hope he’ll be brave. If not, the shackles attaching him to the cross can be brave for him.

I believe some of the wedding guests have sprayed the van with silly string and attached tin cans and all sorts of other stuff to the back of it. You won’t actually see it, from inside the sack, of course, but it’s nice to know these traditions are being maintained.

Marriage guidance counsellors recommend the anal hook – it’s amazing how much easier those petty marital disagreements go, once you’re dangling.

Oh no – not the comfy chair!

Docility

“the fact or quality of being easily handled, managed, or led; meek and unquestioning obedience or compliance”

Obviously. Let’s hope Jennie’s getting better at it, now she’s onto her fourth try.

It’s one of those logical impossibilities – you know, like ‘a man saying “all men are lying, cheating bastards'”. Male philosophers used to debate these things endlessly, but I understand they are kept busy with more important, practical tasks these days.

I don’t think he objects to being inside the couch, it’s more that he was expecting to be alone in there.

Mrs Elton’s a good neighbour, anyway – happy to pop round and help out whenever your wife needs a hand.

Topping from the bottom can take many forms – all equally objectionable. When my SO plays with me, for instance, there’s often a very fine line between “pleading frantically for mercy through the screams” – which she enjoys – and “expressing an opinion on when she should stop hitting me”, which she dislikes intensely.

This is the lovely Vinyl Queen, who is in the lucky position of never having experienced the unpleasantness that is Servitor in session and is relatively unlikely to move to Edinburgh, being based as she is in San Francisco. Her other interest is gardening.

Still keeping it real

Regular ‘readers’ will know how committed this blog is to absolute realism in every aspect of femdom. I’m the same in session – if I’m going to be dressed up in a little pink maid’s outfit and spanked, I want a coherent and real-world narrative to support it, or it just doesn’t work for me. Here are some hyper-realistic backstories that you might want to suggest to your domme, if you feel the same way.

If you like this sort of thing, you might want to check out this or this. If you don’t then you probably shouldn’t, but there are plenty of other things to do on the Internet, like watch people being nasty to one another while seeking to demonstrate their own superior ethical standards, all in 140 characters, on Twitter. Never really understood the appeal, myself, but it takes all sorts I suppose.

On with this, anyway.

The parts of the dommes so painfully constructing their narrative edifices in this post were played by Lady Sophia Black, Mistress Morrigan Hel, Lady Jessica Wood and Mistress Eleise de Lacy. Plus some others whose names I don’t know.

Uncivil partnerships

It’s a mere technicality.

A lot of men who are initially reluctant to wear shock collars end up thanking their wives for it, I understand, so there’s really no reason not to give it a go.

There’s nothing worse than calling your domme by the wrong name, is there? Well… Obviously, there is something worse, which is what happens next when you do – but I’m sure you know what I mean.

More and more women carry tasers to ward off unwanted sexual advances. Even a few years back, when I was dating, I’d estimate maybe 40% of them did.

Thank goodness. Finally a chance to put my side of the story!

Sexually irresponsible

I used to be sexually irresponsible, but someone has kindly taken responsibility now, so that’s all right.

Male chess players need to learn that being beaten at the game by a female player isn’t humiliating. Believe me, there are much more humiliating ways of being beaten by a female, if you only seek them out.

I’ve never understood why dominant ladies so often like to promise me more to cry about. I don’t find it the least bit reassuring.

So much to look forward to.

She shouldn’t let him exploit her like that.

She seems quite forceful. It’s probably just as well for Gerald that he’s only marrying one of her.*

*NB, although this blog generally does not seek to provide advice on safe, sane and consensual BDSM, readers might want to consider the advisability of a romantic relationship with any woman who refers to them as ‘human male’.