smoking – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

Domme-splaining

And don’t worry if you find yourself crying at night, miserable, love-lorn and alone, OK? Cos she’s fine with that too.

You don’t want to be one of those men that just satisifies his own sexual desire and leaves her unfulfilled, do you? No? Didn’t think so. Up you get, then. Don’t forget to scream on the way down.

I used to have this problem of my sessions being over too quickly. So I complained to my domme and now we have this system whereby my session officially ‘starts’ 23 hours before I actually arrive. I get a 10% discount off the usual hourly rate too, so it’s a good deal really.

So many new things to understand in this relationship. The dictionary’s a big help. So’s the shock collar, of course.

What a lovely spanking bench. Don’t you think?

All that she wants

… she gets.

Best not to argue. You don’t want to end up with your allowance stopped again.

You would. Well, you can’t shoot a smoking scene with unlit cigarettes. Looks like they’re going to have to revert to plan B: ball-busting.

And we all know how slowly that can be.

She’s going to get their top saleswoman award this month. Quite remarkable, with only one client.

Anyway, she’s got a bunch of medical gear, so if it goes wrong she’s well-prepared.

Put in place

So I’m just supposed to hang around until she’s ready to talk, eh? Tsk. Bloody typical.

Mmm… keys.

You can give upward feedback too. From waaaay down there.

Hmm. Quite a predicament! Hope little wifey doesn’t smell the smoke! You know what she’s like…

She really shouldn’t have to worry about damage to boys’ internal organs. After all, damage to their external organs is so much more fun.

Giving until it hurts

I donate all my spare money to the retired dominatrices’ malevolent fund. It doesn’t make me feel any better about myself, but it saves all that time that I used to waste buying stuff, eating out or going on holiday.

I have a very active fantasy life, as you can tell. Sometimes it does go too far, though. I mean, really…men’s lib?? Come on Servitor…let’s try to keep the blog reasonably grounded in reality.

Yes, I’ve never had any problem with female authority figures. My difficulty arises when we have 19 year-old female interns around the office. They’re just not used to giving orders or having someone else get their coffee. But over the course of a six week internship, they usually get the idea.

To cut a long story short: she said so, he protested, she insisted, he tearfully agreed and now it’s one of their biggest sellers. So he can afford to give her even more tribute. Funny how things work out.

That doesn’t mean she would always give you a handjob, of course.

…and why it will continue to happen.

Brutal loving care

Famk ‘ooo, Muhphtuph

You have something you’d rather spend your money on?

What a depressing caption. Sorry about that. Let’s move on.

That’s better.

She’s a stern advocate of social justice. Delivered by Predator drone, if need be.

Smoke gets in your eyes

…and the ash stays on your tongue for ages…and I find bits from the butt sometimes get stuck between my teeth.

But it’s worth it. (trigger warning: vanilla, unrelated link).

Help in the sense of carrying him, while she provides the managerial input.

The awesome Mistress de Lacey. Now in Paris! A garde, les citoyens!

Yeah. He certainly used to have a name of some sort. Whatever it was.

I like the sound of Lucy already.

Men are built a bit like those stackable chairs, you know? Symmetric, front and back. Handy when storage space is at a premium.

It’s bothering him more and more, I think.

Effortless superiority

Don’t worry. If you lack the self-discipline to stay away from the ciggies, I am sure she can find alternative, external sources of discipline. She’s got willpower enough for both of you.

This is surely from Cruella, and this is Mistress Chambers, who quite apart from her other wonderful characteristics, has a delightfully pretty nose, I’ve always thought. Seen to better advantage here.

Hmm… Do you think they’re going to live happily ever after?

Well, it’s probably someone’s kink. A pink kink.

This is Mistress Jessica, looking remarkably stern and – fairly obviously – playing the role of Auntie in her house.

That’s a relief. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

Scamper back to little wife’s apron strings or stay talking to Ms Ratajkowski? Oh what a horrible choice. Dammit, I thought submission was all about giving up responsibility for difficult choices.

Divine retribution

Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything. Just act normal…relaxed.

I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead. But it’s a slow process.

It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands…

And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down.

Oh, women can be so silly. Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar? I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here!