sissy – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

Stunning and entrancing

Maybe they’ll show you what’s in the trunk. Although being British, I find the word ‘boot’ comes more naturally to mind when contemplating this scene.

I find my body works much better when I’m being obedient. Less bruised, for one thing.

Wonderful to watch a creative mind at work. In the end she just called it Unfinished Composition #1 and decided to treat the whole series as a work in progress. They say that a work of art is perfect not when it is complete, but when there is nothing left to take away and that’s certainly her philosophy.

She’s right of course – what’s a few moments of pleasure from an unhealthy treat, compared to hours shuffling as fast as the ankle chains will allow, on the combined treadmill and electric shock device? She doesn’t want to have to increase your daily stint on that, if she can possibly help it, does she?

Oh dear. Let’s hope the bank hotline doesn’t keep you waiting for long.

Missgoverned

Just so there’s no misunderstanding.

Oh dear. I hope she gets over the embarrassment quickly.

Don’t worry about the whip – her aim’s terrible when she’s a bit sloshed, so you should be fine.

Her colleague Tanya’s not quite so talkative – but don’t worry, she’ll look after you.

This just gets better and better – first bondage, now she’s phoning a sexy friend and by the sound of it roast turkey when you’ve finished! And people worry about going off for bondage scenes with complete strangers.

Tearful conversations

Anybody else want to negotiate?

It’s recreational for her, anyway – although there’s a serious element to it too.

I wonder what the OWK Ladies would have done, had the wall not come down in 1989 and no Velvet Revolution occurred? Oh, they’re so talented I am sure they have found some kind of niche within the totalitarian system where their skills could be useful, but it would have been very different.

Just try to think unsexy thoughts while they do it. Reading this blog should give you some ideas.

Once again, I do have a bit of a gripe here. I mean, sometimes it’s “I want the truth and I’m going to keep on increasing the voltage until I get it’ and next it’s ‘Keep your nasty little opinions to yourself.’ It just doesn’t always seem entirely fair, is all I’m saying, but I suppose it’s best not to complain.

Girlish ferocity

I just have resting silly grumpy-face. When I don’t have resting screamy pleading-face, anyway.

It’s supposed to be quite effective in preventing premature baldness… or was that ‘laziness’? All good, either way – just ask Helen.

Of course, she might do that even if he doesn’t make her.

And don’t forget to wag that cute little rubber dildo-tail.

I remember my first, fumbling attempts at sexual intercourse! Embarrassingly bad, like most men I suppose. I can laugh about it now, along with the guests whenever my SO tells the story, but at the time it was quite humiliating, especially with all those other guys there. I suppose a second time needn’t be quite such a… a shall we say ‘cringe-inducing failure’ but as my SO likes to say, ‘why risk it?’

Smiles and tribulations

They say the best gift is a memorable experience.

Kind of her to help out. You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly.

Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep.

As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway?

Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’? Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him.

In Goddess we trust

She can make time, though, if need be.

Many men don’t remember but then their lives are busier than his. Not that that’s an excuse, obviously.

No pain, no gain as my SO likes to say.


What’s weird about screaming when you’ve just had your genitals electrocuted? Perfectly normal reaction if you ask me. What’s that? You didn‘t ask me? Oh, OK, then. Sorry.

I hope she doesn’t hurt herself.

…and an extra one, just to be topical. Well… moderately topical, in that it is only a few days out of date. Unless OnlyFans have reversed their policy reversal back again, or something.

Dressed to oppress

Desires are OK. You’re welcome to have desires. But they’re not needs.

I don’t feel very masculine. But then I never do.

OK, better humour her. I hope she does actually know the way, though – there’s nothing worse than asking someone on the street for directions, and you get into a conversation and it turns out they don’t really know.

She’s right, but even the saddest, loneliest life can be lit up by Joy.

Actually, she’s wrong about that – you don’t need to learn to control yourself, not now she’s around.

Loving tyranny

But if we’re going to have a talk then surely I shouldn’t be wearing a gag? I don’t think she’s thought this through.

After the war, those that survived the mission never spoke about what they went through. They did their duty, that’s all anyone needs to know.

My SO is almost like a human lie detector. When I know I’ve done something wrong and she questions me about it, my heart starts racing and I go into a cold sweat.

My SO loves acting out teasing and denial fantasies. Admittedly, we’ve only tried it once but it’s going very, very well.

It’s her book club choice, so the house’ll be full of her friends eager to discuss it, at the weekend. Better get the drinks and nibbles in.

Contemptuous liaisons

Looks like only one person in this relationship is making any effort. That’s not a formula for long-term happiness.

Why are so many women so imprecise when it comes to numbers? They say things like “only for a few hours” , “in a few weeks’ time”, “a few dozen, and then maybe the same on your thighs”… when did ‘few’ start to have such painful connotations?

She’s a perfectionist. I hope you are, too.

The teddy bear is only a temporary expedient while she buys you a blow-up sex doll. She’s just trying to choose between the ‘Sven’ and ‘Muscle Man’ models.

She makes a compelling argument, you have to admit.

May not deal in doubt or pity

I’ve managed to give up quite a few little vices over the years – turns out, you don’t really need willpower, or rather you can rely on someone else’s.

My SO likes to speak hypothetically, for example when describing ever more elaborate situations in which she might allow me an orgasm.

The evangelicals will be relieved to discover that the OWK ladies are, for the most part, not actually observant Catholics. Although they do believe in the concepts of original sin, penance and purgatory.

It’s like any job, except that no domme has ever been known to assert that the customer is always right.

Mmmm… No, no.

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