shoes – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Tread softly, for you tread on my…

…actually, modesty forbids me from saying what she was treading on. Let’s just say that she crushed my hopes and severely injured my pride.

That should take your mind off the pain from the ring she just put on you.

Has she ever considered just walking around the horse shit? I mean, that would be so much more considerate, right?

Yet another example of a failure properly to consider Rule #18, here.

So much better to resolve these things without having to involve the insurance companies. Paying and fucking off is actually one of my favourite femdom activities, so it’s even a bit of a turn on too!

Men in this day and age have to realise that there is nothing inherently humiliating about being financially dependent on a woman. The humiliation, if any, is all in the way it is done.

Callous talk

Oh no. Don’t tell me I married an escape artist. Again.

Scurry scurry scurry.

Thank goodness it’s nothing personal.

That looks very motivating, doesn’t it? I think just one of those rods would motivate me, so a whole bunch wrapped together like that… I feel motivated just looking at them.

I wouldn’t mind, but he’s the priest who married us and that just seems wrong. Still… very nice shoes.

Slavish allegiance

Well, I’m… I mean they’re shoes, it’s no big… erm. Oh all right then.

Her client minds. But no one cares what he thinks.

Sounds complicated… I’ve forgotten the rules already. Good thing she’s got a whip.

A lot of men are a bit resistant to having an implant, but I’ve never heard a man who had it complain, so maybe the best thing is just give it a go?

Jeremy doesn’t complain, either. Obviously a very happy marriage.

Heaven-sent

… and very nice too*

All the ways I could be a better husband? Wow. I think I’m going to need two days locked in the stocks, at least.

What a lot of fuss, about a routine operation. You’d think I was the first person whose tonsils she’d removed. I… hang on… didn’t I have my tonsils out when I was a teenager?

Oh, don’t worry: I’ll keep looking. I might cry a little, if that’s OK.

She insists on her tea being just the way she likes it. Also the ironing, bed corners, washing up, bookshelves, underwear drawer, bath, breakfast, ornaments, cushions, carpets, gin & tonic, shoes, lawn, floor tiles, nail polish, ….

The splendidly-named Miss Hunter, on whose wall I would love to end up as a trophy.

Many dommes find the things we submissives do disgusting. That’s why they so enjoy hitting us.

* but if anyone happens to be able to locate the scene in the British sitcom Game On (rather a lovely ‘situation’: sad male failures share flat with goddess) in which Samantha Janus rushes around putting her make-up on to this song, I’d be most grateful.

Malevolent society

Possibly rather alarming, but don’t worry: she’s a kind and loving person. She has cats, for example. Cat people are always OK, right? She has several cats and she loves them dearly.

Fortunately, scurrying is one of the things I do best.

It’s odd, because when I bring up how little I like the idea of giving blow-jobs, she says I shouldn’t rule something out without trying it! I’m almost tempted to agree with the sexists that women can’t do logic. But I won’t argue about it. It’s just very frustrating, though, you know?

Looks like you owe your liberty to her. I hope you’re grateful.

Poor Diana. Oh well, back to lesbianism I suppose.

Be cruel to thy neighbour

It does, actually. But it was never very good at it, anyway, so no loss really.

Scurry scurry scurry.

She can track your progress with the little chip thing they insert under your skin. If she can be bothered.

Damn… she’s right. Eight years I’ve been writing this blog and… oh well.

Thank goodness everyone’s safe. Everyone who matters, anyway.

I’m just wild about Harry

No, not Archie’s dad. Her. I always have been. Rapture!

But no captioned images of the divine Mistress Deborah, I am afraid, as the available ones tend to be fuzzy vid-caps. Just the usual sort of thing, you know.

But only if you want to, obviously.

The anaestheologist is very skilled in pain management, so there’s no need to worry.

And don’t imagine there’ll be any ankles nakedly on display or anything lewd of that nature!

She’s got some suitable things for you to wear too.

They’re also going to have a little practice the day before, to make sure everything goes smoothly on the big day. Just on a bit of you that no one will notice.

Feet first

It’s got to turn out my way one of these times…


Hmm… looks like she’s finished all of that bottle of water.

If it were being totally candid, it might suggest that it would occasionally appreciate being whipped just a little less hard, but fortunately it has the sense to keep its moronic opinions to itself.

I don’t see how the marriage can be regarded as consummated unless she has had sex too. Hmm… do you suppose that bell-boy is still around? He seemed nice.

I think he’ll be cleaning her tank again.

Tears before, during and after bedtime

It’s actually quite high in calories, but don’t worry about that because you’re unlikely to be able to keep much of it down.

Thank goodness for that. I think you can just leave the case in her capable hands.

I dunno – I find shops vary in the degree to which they are kink-friendly. Once I was sent to find some gear for an adult baby session and for some reason the staff in the ‘early years’ shop got all weird about it when I started asking about how strong their leather reins sets were, and whether the cots could be fitted with padlocks. But then on another occasion, I had to buy a hairbrush and the shop assistant in the department store I went to was delighted to help me try every one of them out. Said it was something she wished she could do to more customers. So you never know.

Silly boys. Reinforced seat trousers do little good when they’re around your ankles, anyway.

Male brains don’t multi-task. Mine barely tasks at all, to be honest. Now then: I was writing a caption..?

I’m going to be, what she wants me to be

My girl (2 – the one with the sexier video – from the 1969 movie Sweet Charity).

I’ve always been a sucker for a ‘dominatrix ponytail’ – and there are a lot more of them in this clip from the original movie.

Sounds like the perfect evening to me. I think there might even be half a packet of Hob-nobs left.

She can be very reasonable. Also, surprisingly unreasonable. But that’s married life.

Serious stuff: Marcia’s job’s on the line here. I’ll keep you posted if there are any developments.

He’s moved on. Why can’t she?

There: the science has proved it. ‘Men are almost as fully human as women’. I shall have to make sure my SO reads this. Perhaps she’ll start treating me as a near-equal.