punishment – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

Normal service

Right, after that little April interlude, this blog will return to its usual subject matter. Or ‘object matter’ when male submissives feature in the pics.

I don’t really ‘get’ maledom anyway, to be honest. I mean, I can just about see that it could be quite sexy to have an attractive woman all tied up, available for any sexual act of my choosing. I could iron one of her skirts, for example, or tidy her tights drawer even if what she really wanted was to be brought a cup of tea or have the garage cleared out. The thought of that kind of power’s quite a turn on. But what’s the point of my being turned on if if she’s completely helpless in the bondage – she can’t remove my chastity belt with her hands tied, can she? In any case, how can I decide what I want to do if she’s gagged and can’t tell me? See, I just think maledoms haven’t really thought it all through.

Oh well. Here are some things I do understand, dimly at least.

Ah, yes, the purest form of male submission: not even daring to irritate her with your presence. I find women really appreciate it when I do that.

Then, bruised and bloody, the winner gets to have a heavy BDSM session. Quite a day.

But you have to book. And until you’re a ‘regular’ you’ll need to pay a deposit in advance. No exceptions – sorry.

I’m sure she respects us really. It’s a kind of harsh femdom persona she puts on. She’s really good at it, don’t you think?

This is of course the lovely Gigi Allens, whose boots I am not fit to lick, and whose name I don’t even know how to pronounce. Hard g, soft? One of each?

The pre-marital agreement also refers to ‘objectionable conduct’ so don’t even think of arguing – that’s a red flag right there.

Hmm. Have I posted hat last one before? I have a system for this blog to avoid that, with ‘posted’ and ‘unposted’ folders (over 1000 captioned images presently in the latter, so this blog will be here for a while! Keep coming back.) Unlike the Tumblr site, where I just randomly post previously bloggered images, so there’s repetition from time to time (2700 now posted, though, so it doesn’t happen often! Keep going back – although there is nothing there that has not been here so I don’t really understand why people do). Still, the above looks awfully familiar. Oh well, have an extra one:

Oops. My bad.

Kiss the boys and make them cry

Phwoah.

The ‘client’ in this picture was of course the remarkable, rather intimidating… OK, very intimidating, Mistress Cassie Hunter.

Yeah, I tried vanilla sex once. Well, I tried to try it anyway… but she wasn’t having any of it.

There’s men would kill to be in his position. Perhaps one day she’ll let them.

No reason not to mix business with pleasure.

Ah.. voluntary consent. It’s just non-negotiable. As George is finding out.

If it be your will

If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well.

I find feminine contempt very sexy. Fortunately I get a lot of it. Masculine contempt too, of course, but that’s not so much my thing.

I’ve heard they’re not actually that great anyway.

Congratulations. You’re the ‘special friend’. Again. So much better than having a sexual relationship. Really.

Oh god. Let’s hope it wasn’t someone I work with this time.

Yes dear.

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again. And quite a lot more. It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.

Which, in a sense, it is.

No pressure.

They don’t have many repeat clients, I understand.

“I’m OK, you’re a piece of shit?” “Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?”

Back under the saddle

Ah well, summer holidays over and it’s back to the daily grind. Which to be honest can leave you quite sore, especially when you then have to get up and go to work. But who am I to argue?

I hope you enjoyed the archival clear-out over August. But not that you enjoyed it so much you did anything you shouldn’t.

Back to normal. More of the same, but written more recently.

Down you go. You’ve got at least 10 hours before sunset.

Submissive man not actually very good at housework, in reality! Who’d have thought?

It’s just her thing. Go with it.

She got you, babe.

Yes. Anyway, it really doesn’t matter how big it is, if you’re not allowed to do anything with it.

Incoming call

Hey sweetie!

So, this is… oh I don’t know video diary number eleventy nine or something. But I checked the calendar and it’s exactly 11 months you’ve been in confinement! Pretty cool, huh? Nearly a year already!

Anyway, I just wanted you to know I’m still here and looking after you! I mean, you can tell that because there’s still food coming through your feeding tubes, I guess. But anyway, you know I like to talk to you from time to time, and I had a few minutes so I thought I’d do another video.

So… speaking of feeding, I changed the mixture in your bucket last week. I read this article that said that raw celery was really good for the circulation, and as you can’t move any more, I thought that might be useful, so I chopped up a bunch and stirred it in.

Do you like my leather outfit? Huh? Does it still make your cock try to swell up, in its little tube? Or has it given up trying? I’ll never know or care, I guess. I’m going clubbing again so I thought I’d put on something special.

Anyway, I guess that’s about it. Oh! You know, I’m thinking of having you moved up from the cellar into the living room? Yeah! We could put you into that alcove, and Steve said he could build an extra box around your real box – so you just look like a piece of furniture – and plumb the waste pipe down through the floor. I thought we could put the TV on you, maybe, or at least a few pictures. So, you’ll know you’re being useful. Don’t worry about the noise, though: Steve said it could be completely soundproof. You won’t know if the TV’s on or off. But I guess you’ll feel the motion if we move you. Pretty weird to get sensory input like that, after all these months? It won’t be for a while, though. Steve’s pretty busy at work just now.

So…what else?

You know, I should get Steve to do a video. I know he said hi on that one I did back in the summer, but I think you should get to know him better. I mean, you feed on his food scraps just as much as mine, when he’s here, so it’s like he’s looking after you too. He thought it was a bit weird at first – I mean, hey, it is weird, right? But he’s OK with it now. The other day he only ate half his dessert and when I asked why, he said it was to give you a little treat! Wasn’t that kind? And he’s never even seen you. Of course, I just threw it in the garbage. You can’t have nice things like that. I told him the next day and he just laughed and said OK, because I’m the one in charge. He’s really cute. Anyway, I’ll make sure you see more of him next time.

So… yeah! I guess that’s it until next time. For me. For you, I guess this is it until this message repeats again tomorrow. You can hear it all over again! Won’t that be nice? But for now, it’ll be back into darkness in 3 – 2 – 1 –

Serene ladies of pain

It’s a learning experience. On both sides.

It’s good of her to make these arrangements for you, when she’s so busy preparing for her business trip and everything. You should think of something you can do to show your gratitude. As well as the additional respect, of course.

I rather like the ridiculous pervert clothes. But then I’m a ridiculous pervert.

He wouldn’t have to be brave all the time. Just at the start, when she ties him up.

I hope Anna says no. Do you think she’ll say no?

NB – some of you who follow this blog closely might have noticed that there was briefly another post published today titled “Happy returns”. But an anonymous poster kindly pointed out I had identified the wrong lady in the photo. As it is not that lady’s birthday, the post didn’t really work any more, so it has been replaced with this one.

Just scream and weep

She’ll do the rest.

Well, at least you can be confident you’re in safe hands. They’re obviously all trained professionals – look, they’ve got nurses’ outfits and everything.

Oh well. No regrets, eh? Strawberries are good.

I think she might be right. She usually is.

And where’s the fun in that?

This of course is the lovely Mistress Vixen, sometimes to be found virtually at the address shown there. Oh go on then, I did it for you. But she seems to be out.