schoolmistress – Contemplating the divine

Sexual oppression

When you wake up things will be very different. Well… it’s not so much ‘things’ that will be different, it’s you.

Marcus sounds a bit confused. Probably not fair to judge him too harshly.

Why would anyone be afraid of crying in public? There are lots of things to be afraid of in relationships – lots and lots and lots, I discover more every week – but not that.


I sometimes think long pleated skirts were specifically invented to provide a pretext for punishing sissy maids on ironing duty. I looked it up and it turns out, they were. Funny old world.

If Slavr tasks are beginning to take up too much of your day, you can try registering your credit card on it, then your users will often prefer you not to turn up at all.

Sourness and light

If any of you do have any nasty little habits – particularly if you happen to be indulging them right now – I suggest you visit a specialist like her. That’s what I do.

Lesbian slavegirls don’t really understand male sexuality, of course, which is probably why so many of them featured on this blog want to suppress or even abolish it.

Think of your retirement as a second childhood; that’s certainly how the staff see it.

Choosing the first option is likely to result in very drastic, rapid weight loss.

How did the conversation get onto this topic, anyway, what’s what I want to know?

Comeuppances

A lovely word. Rarely used in the plural, but there are some of us that need repeated reminders.

Of course, as an employee you are welcome to put forward any criticisms you might have of that policy. They have policies about dealing with employee feedback, too. Lots of policies.

Perhaps he could save himself some tribute money, when they announce the results of the next teachers’ pay review.

There’s a reason that dial goes up to ten, so why not turn it all the way and let it stay there? I suspect the guidelines are erring on the side of caution and anyway, even it does break, they could always get another.

Sounds like she has the haughty ‘domme’ attitude down pat already. I suspect she’s going to be really good at this.

That does sound a bit fearsome. Thank goodness it’ll only be temporary.

Forbidding ladies

Don’t worry. One day you’ll no longer be a valuable asset.

You can still walk away. For that to happen, you’ll need a degree of conscious control over your limbs, so you might need to wait a few moments.

Some might find it bizarre that he’s the one paying her, really, but we don’t, do we?

The extraordinarily wonderful Lady Sophia Black. But no link to her web site, as she’s retired. Like Paltego said a couple of weeks ago, you mustn’t leave it too late – see what you miss out on?

I’m beginning to think she might be taking in laundry from her friends, to earn a little money on the side, the sly old thing.

Sorry, readers, I couldn’t resist. Well… I could have. But I didn’t.

Rather tediously, just a quick word about anonymity. I’m getting more and more comments on the blog, which is absolutely brilliant, and I do try to reply to them all. Blogger provides an option for whether to allow anonymous comments and with some trepidation I switched it on some years back and I have not regretted it. Almost all comments are fun and kind, I have very, very few trolls and the occasional marketing blurb that escapes the spam filters can easily be deleted (or left up if I think it funny).

So, all good. But it’s getting harder to reply to all of the anonymous comments as specifically as I’d like. You are of course welcome to be as anonymous as you want. Our society is at present sadly unappreciative of males who need to be dressed in little maid outfits and have their naughty bottoms smacked until they squeal (actually, most if not all males need that, but the majority don’t know it yet). However, if you could try to be just a little less anonymous, that would make the comments section more fun, I think. Two options. One: you can set up a Google account in a fake name. I mean, I myself am not actually called ‘Servitor’ in real life, startlingly enough. I have a completely separate Windows log-in for naughty stuff and that’s where Servitor lives, when he’s not chained up in the doghouse outside. Two, if you’re uncomfortable with that you can still be officially ‘Anonymous’ but put some name at the bottom of your comments. Misses Zoe and Holly do that, so do many others. Even femsup can manage it, and he’s a worthless, incompetent worm, as I think he’d be the first to admit. No offence, ‘sup.

Or don’t. Up to you. I won’t delete purely anonymous comments and I’ll keep trying to reply to them. So there are neither rewards nor consequences for good behaviour in this regard, as this blog is not under proper female supervision. Just a suggestion.

Goodness, that was a lot of words with no wanking material involved. And there you are, sitting all ready with your trousers down around your ankles. Go on, then, have an extra captioned image of a lovely lady, as a reward for getting this far.

Quite right. Back to those chores.

Lashing out

In case you’re wondering, I’m not doing April Fool’s Day stuff. I have before.

One year I warned people in advance that the blog was going to feature occasional fem-sub content, then came up with this. And then a year later, ran a feature on those mis-understood (and modest and humble) members of our BDSM community: male doms. Believe me, Contemplating the Divine going M/f is about as likely as the Catholic Church embracing Wicca or a video found on Pornhub being, y’know, any good.

Then another year I did this, which was a bit rubbish but had lots of lovely pictures.

But not this year. No, really. This isn’t some kind of self-referential ‘tell them there’s no April Fool joke but then there is’ thing. Sorry. Just the usual crap.

So much hell to dish out, so little time. People think the life of an OWK Lady is all lazing around eating peeled grapes, but really it’s all go, all the time.

You want know what I think? I think these are very good ideas and she’s right about this, as she is about everything. That’s what I think and I’m determined not to think anything else.

The food’s not as good as at a traditional British boarding school, but other than that the lifestyle’s pretty similar, I understand.

That’s her sweet ‘girl next door’ look. She has some very scared (and lucky) neighbours.

This is the sweet and vanilla Melisande Sin, to be found in a few places in Poland (which Russia would be well advised not to invade because (a) NATO and (b) her).

Still, at least she remembered your anniversary this time.

Sweet surrender

It’s basically harmless: it’s just in a cage to keep it from getting into trouble, that’s all.

Life-long learning. Apparently we’ll all be doing that in the future, which sounds very exciting.

No, nothing.

Happiest day of your life they say. OK, that’s not always true but it does seem certain there will be a great many days after this one that are thoroughly unhappy, so it’s quite an accurate description.

Oh well. She tried. Now she’ll try something else.

Embarassingly accurate

I wonder if she’s jealous that she never gets to do the ironing any more?

The girls could probably handle more than ten reasons, but at that point the boys would run out of fingers so it’s probably best not to go there.

Don’t worry, he won’t be there all night. She’s got a pillory in the bedroom too. In fact, it’s the same model so he can just stagger there still wearing the cross-piece and it slots right in.

I was too worried about ending up with some embarrassing word tattooed on me in Chinese or Japanese so my SO kindly agreed to do it in English instead – just as well, as it turns out ‘wanker’ doesn’t translate directly.

You could try licking the tears back up.

Strictly enforced whims

C’mon, give it a chance. She wore the red dress for you, after all.

Don’t get the wrong idea: they take bullying very seriously. All the girls get three bullying classes every week (as do the boys and the male teachers, albeit in a different way), and most of them are in the after-school club too. They’re regional champions.

Actually, I’d have been able to tell Kurt was here even it wasn’t for the loud grunting noises – who else leaves a bag of dirty laundry waiting for me in the hall? One day, he’s going to go too far and he and I are going to have to have words. But not today: he’s a bit busy and that dinner won’t make itself.

Oh well, so much for that day out.

This could turn into a vicious spiral.

Harsh words

Freud once said a cigar is sometimes just a cigar. Similarly, bath brushes can be used for scrubbing backs, hairbrushes for brushing hair, anal hooks for, erm… well, anyway, the point is: not everything’s BDSM, all the time, you know? Sadly.

Don’t worry – the course of justice is not being perverted. His Lordship was probably going to cut the trial short anyway, as he has so much homework to do.

You might as well consent: it’s going to happen anyway, so why not make it all nice and legal? Well… it probably won’t be ‘nice’ as such, but you know what I mean.

Acting the part here, entirely out of character, is the wonderful Miss Amy Hunter, who once spent a couple of hours giving Servitor a very hard time with a tawse, then made it all all right again with a lovely hug.

Can’t be too careful. The nice thing about having spares, is that she doesn’t have to go easy.

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