Category: sissy

An unfair crack of the whip

It’s the best kind.

Oh, I don’t know. He looks enviably lucky to me.
She’s quite wrong about that: Mark will derive no sexual pleasure at all from spanking you. He’s actually rather gentle and vanilla when it comes to sex, despite his aggressive and violent persona.
I think it shows a lack of ambition on her part, assuming you’ve fucked up like that. My SO wants me to excel in my work, and is never satisfied with anything other than a perfect 10 on all my tasks. One day perhaps I’ll even manage it.
Their service takes care of the basic everyday money extraction aspects of findomme, leaving ladies to concentrate on what they’re really good at: spending it.
Oh well, as long as I’m not the only one dressed like that. Don’t you just hate it when you turn up to some event and you’re the only one naked except for your collar and leash? I know I do.

Written pleadings

 

It’s not really a choice, as she’ll probably find an excuse to do the bottle thing even after posting the photos.  And vice versa.  But he doesn’t know that, because males are very stupid creatures.

 

 

 

He’s lucky to have such an understanding Responsible Female; I hope he’ll have the sense not to push that luck too far.  Female supporters of men’s lib are a bit weird in my opinion, but even
most of them understandably draw the line at disobedience or answering
back.


Mistress has also learnt from experience that the way to get a really smart, polished pair of shoes or boots is not to have someone slobber over them while masturbating. 

 

She doesn’t really need the meter, given the screaming thing, but it’s nice to be sure and anyway, she has some plans to fill his mouth later.

 

 

 

She’s right.  Just remember that and you’ll be fine.

 

And an extra one, just a little bit o’politics.  Just what you’re looking for when you go surfing for femdom porn, right? 

 


Still, inept political commentary incomprehensible to non-Brits notwithstanding, any image containing Morrigan Hel and Goddess Sophia has got to be worth at least a few long, lingering, longing stares, right?

Resolute women

They always make sure that their New Year resolutions are kept.


It’s odd, because generally she prefers to be asked for her approval for everything I do.


Now this one’s just putting on a show of indifference to suit the ‘callous uncaring domme’ persona.  Inside, she’s a swirling mess of worry that licking up cow shit might make you horribly ill, but she is concealing it – true professional that she is.



She does teasing and denial play too.  That’s when you pay her and fuck off, frustrated and lonely.  It’s only very subtly different from the findomme variant, to be honest.



Happiest day of your life, boy.  Remember that.



Looks like she has stuff lying around the house she doesn’t need or want any more.  Many people do, at this time of year.  Best to just take the bold decision to throw it out, rather than leave it cluttering the place up.  She won’t regret it.





Nonjudgemental cruelty

Hmmm… nothing springs to mind. Still, as long as the two of you are talking about it, that’s a good start.



There’s also a scheme now to get paid to feed power back into the grid, which might explain why so many dommes these days have started offering treadmill sessions.

 

 

 

All kinds of feelings can be communicated through dance: humiliation, shame, timidity… it’s a very expressive medium.

 

 

He won’t be able to afford to pay for any more domination sessions, poor chap, but maybe he’ll have had his fill of that sort of thing by then.



 


Fortunately it is a mistake that is easy to rectify.  Easy for the person doing the actual rectifying, anyway.

 

 

A bit of harmful fun

Some might say it’s too late for that but every little helps.



“Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.”

OK, so it seems I’ve used this one before.  Extra captioned image now posted below, with thanks to an anonymous commenter who isn’t femsup for spotting it.  If it’s any consolation, seven of the forty-three clauses in that contract do have that exact same text – just to make sure.

 

Makes a change from the more traditional British party games, like ‘Musical gimp’.’Spin the gimp’ or (my personal least favourite) ‘Pin the tail on the gimp.’


 

Sometimes the wisest thing for our forces of law and order to do is to hold back and watch the males truly fuck things up, as only a male can.  Teachable moment, here.

 

 

 

Another teachable moment.  What an educational post it’s been today.  See you next time.

 

Or see you right now for that extra image I promised!

 

Apparently it works better than caffeine.

 


Sexual wealing

Interestingly (well… as near to being interesting as anything gets on this damp and flaccid excuse for a blog), the word ‘weal’ means both ‘a ridge or mark on flesh raised with a blow of a whip’ and ‘wealth or happiness’. Which to my mind – like the fact that ‘stroke’ means both a caress and the lash of a whip – just goes to show that there’ve been subbies around for as long as the English language has existed.  Chaucer’s ‘The Ffyndomme’s Tayle’ being a case in point, I suppose, or Shakespeare’s ‘Loves Labours Forced.’

Anyway.

Captions.


Interestingly, that rather racy outfit she’s wearing is modeled on that worn by Playboy’s Playmate of the Month from October 1842.

Attentive ‘readers’ will obviously have recognised the compassionate and sweet-tempered Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress.  You can tell she is feeling particularly merciful and forgiving, on this occasion, from the gentle smile on her lips. 

 

 

 

Honestly, if her sissy were a bit more familiar with orgasms himself he might have realised how totally inappropriate that request was.  Not that I’m excusing his selfish behaviour, you understand.

 

 

I’ve never really understood what ‘SPH play’ really consists of.  I mean, if we’re not doing ‘SPH play’ what’s she going to talk about – the weather?

 

 

 

Sometimes she puts a little extra in.  Other times she takes a little extra out.



What, all of them?


 

 

 

 



Her whip, her rules

 It’s basically self-enforcing.

 

Males who spend their lives being obedient to a dominant female partner and carrying out her every command live longer, you know.  Fact.  They get beaten less often too.

 

Don’t worry, the first performance is just in front of a few special friends.

 

Hands out of your trousers first, OK?  Don’t want to embarrass yourself.

 

Actually, you can have plans if you like.  She really doesn’t mind one way or the other.
To misquote the immortal Bing Hitler (3.15 in): ‘A domme won’t sting ye, as long as ye don’t annoy her… but how dae I know what annoys a domme?!”

 

 

Hurtful comments

She’s trying to play it cool, but I think we all know she’s wildly turned on by the whole scene.

 

 

 

My SO has a similar scheme: I hand her all my money and do everything I’m told and in return I live a life that is quite frequently entirely free of agonizing pain.  It’s really a bargain, when you think about it.


 

 

Glad sissy found a way to keep busy, to take her mind off the situation.

 

 

 

Yes: literally ‘any’.  What would you like him to do next?




Let’s hope he doesn’t react violently, but if he does let’s at least be grateful that no one important will get hurt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy tale romances

A purpose for your life – at last!



Magic mirror seems to understand his place, anyway.  I’m sure her fairy tale prince will learn the same lesson – possibly even with the threat of the same hammer.



Stand up for yourself!  Who’s the boss in this relationship anyway?

Cruella of course.  Still going strong.  And a bit of a change of scene from the bleak Northern landscapes, as some of their lovely ladies got to go to Spain recently, thank goodness.



She’s trying to make the best of it… why can’t you?

 

No spoilers… but I can tell you she’s determined to live happily ever after.

 

 

 

 

The truth will set you free

…so it’s lucky there isn’t much of that in this blog. 


One advantage of their lifestyle is that there won’t be any silly divorce arguments over who owns the property, as that was settled a long time ago.



I used to have a domme who was very into impulse purchases – she’d just see something in a shop and decide she had to have it, then and there.  All sorts of stuff – gadgets that didn’t really do anything useful, clothes she never even wore… if it had been her own money she was spending, it would have been rather worrying.


Men have little idea of the discomfort women go through, but it’s worth trying.

 

Ah… how sweet.  She still assumes her clients expect to be allowed to come.

 

 

 

As my SO likes to point out: if I were any good at being a responsible decision-maker, I wouldn’t have signed an agreement giving a sadist the right to do anything she likes to me. So it’s much better if she takes all the decisions.  And I can’t argue with that.