shoes – Contemplating the divine

Implacably romantic

Ah…. the holidays are over. So much laundry to do, so many ‘thank you for the fuck’ postcards to send to her holiday beaux. But it’s good to be back to abnormal.

This (tiresomely) repeated theme I run here, of dommes getting bored during foot or shoe worship is thoroughly inaccurate, of course. One of my former dommes used to say she loved extended shoe worship play – it gave her a chance to catch up on all her social media.

Nothing like being fucked up the arse and in the mouth by a gang of big hairy men to cure that irrational fear of gay sex. At the very least, it can turn it into a rational fear and it might even be the start of something beautiful.

Whichever kind Mistress Mina wants, I would suggest. But he might be limited to marques that don’t involve a lot of plosive consonant sounds, given the ball-gag.

Nothing unusual about feeling a bit nervous before getting married. It’s like going to the dentist… as soon as you’re strapped to the chair and you realise the dentist is planning to use a manual drill on your teeth and she’s not giving you anaesthetic, it’s too late so you might as well just lie back and scream so she can enjoy it.

Not illegal. It’s OK to own a cattle prod, as long as you don’t use it on animals, because there are animal cruelty laws preventing that.

You made the rules and you could not see

…y ou made a life out of hurting me.

Males always have disgusting things in mind. It’s not their fault (but that’s no reason to let them off a beating for it) – they *are* disgusting.

Contrary to the stereotype about women’s sexual preferences, findommes tend to want to skip the foreplay of little teasing gifts and just get straight into deep penetration of their partners’ bank accounts.

She’s going to be hanging around in lingerie a lot from now on. It’s just her making sure, to show how she feels about you.

I was about to ask whether there’s anything worse than having a lovely pair of shoes when your chain’s *just* too short for your lips to reach them… but there are worse things, obviously. Many, many worse things – as my SO has been kind enough to teach me, over the years.

This could explain some of the apparently random and heartless decisions global companies have taken in recent years, actually. Maybe I’ll write something for the Harvard Business Review.

Must be nice for Kate and her boy, being ‘out’. I’ve had to read up about epilepsy, because that’s our cover story if anyone ever sees me writhing around on the floor gasping incoherently after saying the wrong thing to my SO (or looking like I might be about to). Still, I suppose that’s a small price to pay for living the fantasy in reality.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.

I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re *male*? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.

Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.

They also serve, who only kneel and pay.

They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.

He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.

A woman’s right to choose

It’s very important, in so many areas of life.

That’s so unfair! I have *specific* unfulfilled perverted desires. A great many of them, covering a wide range of activities, true, but I know what I like and I know I’m not allowed it.

She mostly doesn’t mind him being small. The first time she tried kneeing him in the balls, she had to crouch down, but then she discovered she could easily lift him up off the ground and just hold him squirming there while kneeing him repeatedly, so they got over that difficulty.

Makes a change from being put out in the kennel.

It’s silly to pay for public humiliation play when you can get it for free from almost any girl by going up to her and trying a chat-up line.

Apparently theatres love booking them because there’s always a queue of male ‘groupies’ at the stage door, eager to come in and tidy and clean everything up after the post-show party.

How exciting – and unexpected – to imagine Scarlett watching a movie all about you! Hope she enjoys it… I’m sure she will; her body guard knows what she likes and he’s done this before.

The lovely Maîtresse Blanche, there, who applies her treatments in a pretty little town near Fontainebleu outside Paris. I have been in that position, presumably in that very chair, and I was coping… OK with it all, until she discovered I was ticklish. But she coped very well with my not coping.