shoes – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Unforced feminisation

My SO looked a bit worried when I asked her to ‘feminise’ me. She gently explained that no matter how hard I tried, I’d never make a convincing woman. Even if I were to try to mimic feminine behaviour such as intelligence, competence, courage and leadership, I simply could not get away with it. So obviously she was immensely relieved when I explained that all I meant was that I wanted to be dressed in a frilly pink dress and ordered to flounce around with a pout on my excessively made-up face. I was soon happily across her lap having my naughty little knickered bottom spanked and shrieking like a little girl, so that was all right.

I don’t think I’d want to be a real woman anyway. Too much responsibility. And not enough chores.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re sent off to play with other sissies? They can be so self-centred and immature. I’d rather just flounce about in front of Mistress, showing off my frillies. Perhaps I should try having a tantrum about it.

She looks lovely in it. And you’ll look lovely ironing it, too.

Actually, quite a lot of things taste a bit shoey to me right now, but that’s because for obvious health reasons I’m wearing the mask she made me most of the time, so it’s if the world were made of stinky socks. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing…

Don’t worry about looking foolish when you’re doing the little dance. Most of the passers-by probably won’t know what the moves and actions are supposed to be anyway. I’m sure they’ll find it amusing, though, and that’s the most important thing.

Rather like me, this gentleman makes an unconvincing woman, exhibiting as he does stereotypical male behaviour such as whining, laziness and cowardliness. Fortunately, Her Maj has ways of dealing with those.

All under control

…just as it should be.

This image reminds me a bit of my first sexual partner, although the heel is a slightly different shape.

She’s actually never done a humiliation session before – but it turns out she’s a natural.

Fortunately, he has a very sophisticated palate, so whatever it is – or used to be – I’m sure he’ll be able to work it out.

Mainly, it’s the abuse, to be honest.

Poor dear man. So very old. So very dead. I hope she gets over it quickly, so she can live a full life for him. He’d have wanted that.

Nothing to fear but fear itself

An odd quote. If I feared fear, I wouldn’t pay to endure it, now, would I? Anyway, anyone who really thinks there’s nothing to fear but fear itself hasn’t had a tawsing session with Miss Hunter, or been hand-smothered by Mistress Eleise de Lacey, to name just two among many ladies who can strike fear into me and have done so most delightfuly.

Don’t worry – she’s a very accomplished cook and will have a wide range of things for you to kneel on over time. Pasta, pulses, various grains… And when you’re done kneeling on them, she can boil them up to mush, add a few flavourings and voila – your feeding bowl will be full for a week.

Ooh – what a lovely game! I just want to rain a flurry of kisses down on her shoe in a never-ending display of adoration… and as that’s what she wants too, that’s what will happen.

I don’t specifically remember agreeing that. If anything, I try not to think too much about the evening when we ‘discussed’ it, as it brings me out into a cold sweat. But I’m sure she’s right, she usually is. Always, come to think of it.

Time of the month, eh? Always a bit difficult for the man of the house, especially if he’s a due a whipping anyway. As I always seem to be, during her periods, for some weird reason.

The worst of is when they’re all sweaty and they’re grinding and pumping away and one of them looks up to discover she got bored and is watching TV. Still: best not to stop. You know how she is about these things.

My sweet lady

…. by George Harrison. Pirate version, obviously. * Extra bonus post today! Me hearties!

It’s odd – when she takes the elderly gentlemen’s blood pressure and heart rate, the readings always come out higher than when one of the male nurses take them. They use the same equipment so it can’t be anything to do with that… it’s just one of those little mysteries.

It’s a good thing she was there to step in. Normally, when she’s off sick, L just leaves them a message to find a pair of sneakers and sort themselves out.

If we’re talking about bad influences, personally I happen to think that Karen is a bad influence on her… but no one listens to me.**

Others just think it’s rather fun… kind of a conversation piece.

Sometimes love needs a helping hand.

* Today being ‘International talk like a pirate day‘! I celebrated this day once before by putting up an entire post of captioned femdom images of lovelies talking like pirates, with a lot of emphasis on being boarded through yer rear porthole, matey etc. Forgetting of course that individual images get copied, tumblred, shared and generally distributed around the Internet without context. An Internet that, not unreasonably, reacted by declaring these the worst captioned femdom images ever created. So I won’t be doing that again… there’s ‘good’ humiliation and then there’s the other kind. So, just the usual perfectly normal captions today. Yo ho ho!

** I write captions all the time and select images from my vast archive*** when I put up a post. Consequently, many of these images were captioned years ago. For some reason, I frequently settled on ‘Karen’ as the name of an off-screen more vicious friend of whichever divine goddess is speaking. Anyway, that was before Karen became ‘Karen’ OK? Let’s hope that particular fad passes and let’s hope most fervently that it never, ever also catches ‘Janice’ in its memetic claws.****

*** No, really. I have about 1600 unpublished ones right now. That’s three years’ supply. Ha! They said he was running out of captioned images; they said he was running out of ideas… They were half right.

****Or ‘Raoul’.

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?