She’s Delacy… – Contemplating the divine

Don’t interrupt her

Just don’t. And the easiest way to avoid doing so by accident is just not to speak at all in her presence, unless in response to a direct question.

Women featured on this blog do tend to get quite insistent when they are about to brush their hair, like this. No idea why.

Then he wants SPA: small penis admiration.

Treasure can be quite forgetful – just like that time she ‘forgot’ you were only supposed to be getting twenty lashes, and carried on for the best part of an hour. But she’s a sweet girl, really.

Oddly, the idea for his most celebrated breakthrough in hydrodynamics was when he was handwashing some period-stained panties and observed how the water swirled around the gusset while rinsing after scrubbing with the nailbrush. The resulting paper got over two thousand citations, although more importantly, Mistress was less pleased with the cleanliness – or otherwise – of her panties.

She can add the cost to the amount he owes, plus her usual commission of course.

Surely before a feast, one should fast so as to build up an appetite? Easy to see that this ‘paradise island’ needs a man around, to explain how best to do things!

The elegant and fabulous Mistress Eleise, looking fabulously elegant. Fans of this elegantly fabulous look just might want to take a furtive look here, although of course you certainly did not hear that from me.

…but only if she says you can

Don’t worry: she knows how important it is to you, that’s why she wants to think about it for a while.

Naughty boys should be seen and not heard, unless your set-up runs to a subterranean cell equipped with a feeding tube and high-pressure cleaning nozzles, in which case they don’t have to be seen either,

She’s de Lacy…

She believes it’s important to have a relationship with male colleagues based on mutual understanding. Not mutual respect – that only goes one way. But mutual understanding, certainly.

She’s never really fancied findomme, but she might be persuaded to take your money and ignore you if you can make it worth her while.

Whoops! Evidently, I forgot. Would you mind if I throw myself at your feet and plead desperately for mercy?

When she canes, she usually gives out four factorial strokes in each session, but sometimes offers a choice between that and the cube root of thirteen thousand eight hundred and twenty-four.

Quant à moi, peu dormi, vidé, brimé

C’est le 14 juillet, et nous célébrons les déesses républicaines françaises telles que Marianne et… euh…

Liberté, Egalité, Sororité!

Bon, je pense que ça suffit pour la langue française aujourd’hui.

Captions with a vaguely French connection, anyway.

Paris is famous for its stylish leather goods.

One from my ‘advice to a US sub visiting Europe‘ occasional series, obviously. The caption is deliberately misleading: the French insist on following their own local food customs, so you’ll probably find yourself swallowing butts from unfiltered Gauloises, rather then some mild ‘low tar’ cigarettes.

As the label might indicate to even the most male-brained reader, this is of course the magnificent, elegant and beautiful Ibicella, who can be found, worshipped and, ideally, donated to at the address shown. And here she is being adorable.

You might not learn many words in French, but you’ll be *really* good on everyday (and every hour, minute and second) politeness.

And do I really need to mention this is Mistress Eleise? Look, I like maple syrup as much as the next slave, but I can tell you: it is not Canada’s greatest export. I’ve tried both.

Her dungeon doesn’t actually have a view of the Tour Eiffel, you understand. It doesn’t have a view of anything.

There are actually plusieurs esclaves, but they are all much the same.

Or maybe they’re just trying to make things more interesting for the ladies.

P.S. Allez les Bleus! Mais aussi les lions anglais…

P.P.S. OK, so the Bleus didn’t really allez. Or not as much as the Spanish went ándale ándale ándale anyway. So to cheer up any depressed frenchmen – or heterosexual males of any sort, I imagine – here’s the lovely Ibicella, being patriotic.

Answers that cannot be questioned

Ahhh… the first domme I knew had a complicated system of positions. It was difficult to remember them all – and on one occasion, even *she* got one wrong, as I pointed out at the time! What a memorable session that turned into, to be sure.

Like many subs, I discovered that sex is much better when it doesn’t involve me.

There is a rule preventing athletes committing acts of violence against officials, but there’s an exception clause for circumstances in which the athlete is very lovely and her ‘victim’ is being very, very annoying.

Visitors to Mistress Eleise don’t need to be extra-specially brave, just extra-ordinarily lucky.

Actually, she might as well take your lunch money, while she’s there.

Men can be weirdly obsessive about dominant women. Can’t we?

Incidentally, I understand Armpit Fetishist Monthly put out an entire special edition on that tattoo on Ms Johansson’s right arm, there. As the editor said at the time ‘When you’ve got the story of the century, you don’t wait for publication day!’

Woman’s inhumanity to man

Which is obviously fine, humanity being properly reserved for humans not apes or maggots.

I’ve heard the trick is to think about other things, OK? The two weeks will fly by. Now hurry up with that lotion: she’s waiting.

And if you’re *not* actually her 4 o’clock pervert, just go on up anyway. She isn’t particular.

Realistic goals, firm boundaries, severe consequences. Secret of a happy marriage, right?

She’s right, they’re already starting to look ugly and horrible.

Particularly disappointing given the ants’ matriatrchal society. You’d think they’d at least have a nibble… ant cannot live on honey alone.

Even the grimmest, most unpleasant situations can benefit from a little joke, he always used to say.

Incidentally, my captions here often feature the wonderful Mistress Eleise (with whom I had the pleasure and pain in Paris of a session or three) objecting to blonde jokes. But that’s just my invention. Maybe she really likes them, collects them and treasures examples in which the blonde is being particularly dumb? If anyone visits Canada and if she’s still working, do try a few out and let us know how it goes.

A slap in the face is more effective than ten lectures.

It makes you understand very quickly.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. He knew a thing or two, that lad. They should name something after him, to commemorate his life and work.

Males sometimes find it hard to understand why such things matter. Most women will have a sensible answer, usually along the lines of ‘Hand me your belt and bend over that chair.’ It’s a Mars/Venus thing, just go with it.

Period pains can be pretty intense, as he’s about to find out.

Screaming in agony and pleading for mercy is just another way of giving a woman oral stimulation, if you think about it. I think about it a lot.

More electric shocks. Isn’t the modern world wonderful, with all this technology to make routine domestic tasks easier?

As it turned out, she got a bit confused over which was which, so both got punished for both. It really didn’t matter anyway, certainly not to her.

Cruellan (and Goddessian) material continues to become more and more available. Go check out the ‘SLOC’ programme and download gigbytes of sneering, beatings and delicious unpleasantness – and there are ever more magazines. ‘Is it free’? No it’s not free, you cheapskate, and nor are the best things in life. Like a lot of this stuff, though, I’m sure it’s vastly cheaper than it used to be when these things were bought wrapped in flowery paper in a Soho shop and carried home in shaking hands and breathless anticipation.

The school has a policy about bullying. So does she.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword

The back is mostly devoted to warnings about how ugly the front is. But fortunately it’s quite hard to read through all the welts.

Those early feminist books were groundbreaking, but modern female supremacist thinking, with its emphasis on sexual inequality and the importance of women’s autonomy over their boys’ bodies, has moved on.

Their corporate philosophy is that every boy can progress to the absolute limit of his potential, with the right guidance and incentives.

And some sexists think that boys are better at quantitative skills than girls! I’d like to see them beat her at this game.

She doesn’t mind being stopped in the street by admirers. She’s even got a little ‘E’ mini branding iron and is only too happy to heat it up with a lighter, for an autograph.

Boots do furnish a room

Today’s special celebrates that most elegant of female footwear (and ankle, calf and, excitingly, occasionally thighwear): the boot. As well as looking and tasting lovely, boots are highly practical and can be used for all kinds of kicking, crushing and treading underfoot. Plus, they’re so easy to get clean and the wearer can even be paid while waiting for the process to be completed to her satisfaction. Boots boots boots boots…*

Both wearing boots in this image. But she’s doing all the work… in so many ways.

She’s blended in quite well with village life: she rides a lot, takes part in the hunt and has even paid to have the quaint old stocks in ther market square repaired and brought back into use.

The delightful Princess Neive, whom I deeply regret never having had the chance to meet when she was working. There are videos of her around… listen to her lovely giggle.

More country pursuits. He provides all the gear they need as well, although some of the whips and sets of spurs are hardly suitable to be used on poor, defenseless horses.

Coincidentally, after his session, her client admitted to being the managing director of one of the largest cold-calling centres in the country. He later regretted telling her that, but she didn’t: she found it motivated her to greater creativity.

Everything my SO says to me is in the imperative, regardless of the precise grammatical form she uses.

I think dommes should tell dumb sub jokes to even the score. “Why did the sub stare for hours at the carton of orange juice?” Because his Mistress fucking told him to.

* Marching up and down again.

Occasionally I put found femdom down here. Now this isn’t found femdom. It’s just a funny little video imagining vikings with modern Scandinavian accents and attitudes. But if you watch to the end, the last second or so is just a little bit Contemplating the Divine. Just a little. But it’s not worth skipping to the end, just watch the video if you think the ‘modern viking’ thing sounds amusing and treat the last moment as a bonus.