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Customer services

Yeah, this is FDproducts. What the fuck do you want?

What? No, of course
we’re not going to exchange it. If it ripped when you tried to put it on, it’s
your own fault, isn’t it, you fucking moron? You were probably putting it on
wrong.

No, I do not want to hear how you put it on, you little
pervert. My day’s going quite badly enough
without having to listen to a graphic description of some sweaty old balding guy trying to squeeze
himself into a latex French maid outfit.

What? Consumer
rights? What fucking consumer rights?

Look, let’s get something straight, right? You’re a submissive male, correct?
Right. And what am I? That’s right. I’m a woman. And women are…

‘Goddesses’, yeah, OK.
I was thinking of ‘the superior sex’ but that’ll do. So does a sub talk to a goddess like that?

No he fucking does not – quite right. So you can start speaking more respectfully,
you little shit.

Well yes, as a matter of fact I do think you should
apologise. Down on your fucking knees!

And to show how sorry you are, I think we’ll have a
financial penalty. Let’s see – what’s
the most expensive item on our web site… mahogany whipping bench with attachments.
Right – you’re buying three of those.
Then maybe you can spend any money you have left paying someone to strap
you over one of them and beat the crap out of you.

Yes, we do take Amex. But you have to ask very, very politely.

Reminiscence

Really? Oh my god!
That must have been, like, so embarrassing! Hey – you know, the same thing happened to my
brother? When he was 15? Mom walked in just when he was…
well, actually you know, just when he was finishing if you know what I mean! And he couldn’t stop so it happened right
there in front of her!

Yeah. He was pretty embarassed about that!

Mom was kinda strict too. Especially about that kind of stuff. She paddled him so hard he could
hardly sit down for days. Made him read out the bits of the bible about the ‘sin of Onan’ while she did it.

Yeah? Your mom
paddled you too? What, with a big wooden
paddle? Ooooh – that must have hurt.

So when did all this happen?

About 25 minutes ago?

Oh.

Erm…

Right.

I just…I
dunno, thought maybe it was when you were a teenager or something… and, erm…

Hey! You know, what I just suddenly remembered? I can’t go tonight! I promised my friend Becky I’d
help her with her hair. I am so sorry!

What? ‘Where does
Becky live’? Oh… well, hey, where do you
live?

OK. It’s right the
other direction from there.

I hope you liked that. I just wanted to warn regular readers that the next posting, due on Friday, is going to be a bit of a change of theme for this blog, as it will feature female submission. Obviously, that’s not something that everyone who reads Contemplating the Divine will be into, so I just wanted to warn you as I don’t want to offend anyone. Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis, maybe it’s something else, but it’s just a theme I feel I want to explore at this stage in my sexual journey and I’ve tried my hand a few captioned images. Anyway, if you’re broadminded enough, come along and see what you think!

Servitor

Going solo

OK, now pull the strap through the other buckle – should be
tight but not uncomfortable – and then double it back to snap closed. Should be riding quite nicely on your hips, so that when you thrust you can really put your pelvic muscles into it.

Now the dildo itself should be resting firmly in its holder there, just resting comfortably on your pelvic bone, yeah? And to take it out and fit a different attachment, we actually have to remove the strap completely from one leg. It’s a basic safety precaution – see, this way you can thrust back and the dildo will come straight out again. Easy enough with a simple dildo like this, but the ones with heavy knobs or arrowhead ends can take some pulling to come out and it’s good to know it’s not suddenly going to pop away from the harness or anything.

Got it? Right – so we do the safety checklist, just like I
taught you. Left buckle, right buckle…
and the emergency release should hang free just on the left.

Then you check my rig and I’ll check yours. Always safety first.

OK, so you’re all set.

Now this is high-quality strap-on equipment. It’s certified for mouth and anus – and vaginal
penetration for that matter, but obviously we won’t be doing that today. We’ll be taking it slowly at first, and we’re
going to try a number of different positions and speeds. Then when you’ve got
the hang of the basics, we’ll try some accessories too.

Don’t worry about breaking any of the equipment, OK? It’s all very strong. If you’re thrusting and you feel something suddenly give it’ll almost certainly not be the equipment as long as you’ve fastened the buckles properly. Usually it’ll be something inside the boy that’s breaking when that happens. Or in principle it could be the straps holding him down, but don’t worry, the harness this one’s in is strong and flexible, so we won’t be having any problems like that.

Obviously with a paying customer, you’d normally only be
thrusting for a few minutes – ten at most. But we’ve got all afternoon, so we’ll be doing a lot more than that. We’ll explore different thrusts, the different internal organs you might come across in the course of deep penetration, overcoming gagging reflexes – all of that. So by the end of the afternoon
you’ll actually have had as much experience in the harness as you might in
twenty or thirty real sessions. If you find yourself getting tired and want to take a break, just let me know, OK? Depending on what we’re doing, we can either exercise a withdrawal, or we can just unstrap with the penetration still in place, and take a bit of a break. It’s no problem. I’ve developed really strong pelvic muscles, so I could go at full rape pace all day and I probably wouldn’t get tired. But it can be a bit tiring your first few times.

That’s right – just let him lube you a bit with saliva. For a paying customer we’d use a lot of KY but here we’re just using a light coating, so that’s quite useful.

And we’ll practice a few emergency procedures too. Rectal wall rupture, asphyxiation during an
oral session… That kind of thing.
Incredibly unlikely to happen, but if it ever does occur with a paying
client, you want to have practiced it before.

All set? OK, well I’m going to move to the rear and just
show you a standard seven inch rough pounding.
Then you can copy me, and if it’s going fine I’ll move to the front and we’ll go into a full spit-roast. Once that’s all ready and we’re both fully in we’ll try a see-saw. That’s when I thrust -and you should feel the boy’s body pushing hard against you from the pressure down his throat, but don’t back off, OK? Then when you feel me ease off you thrust forward good and hard, so he’s under pressure from the other end before he’s had a chance to recover. Sounds complicated, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.

Oscar night

Oh wow. Hey… this is… this just so great. Thank you. Thank you so, so much.

Listen – I
just want to say a word or two about my very good friend Mark, OK?

I think you
know who I mean. I know he didn’t direct
this movie. Fact is, he hasn’t directed any movie since that unfortunate incident
of masturbating into some of the female extras’ shoes on that last movie of
his. That was a bad time for him.

But listen –
Mark isn’t a quitter. No way. And he loves this business. Sure, he couldn’t get any directing or
writing jobs any more. But he came to us
and he begged for some work on this movie – any work. He was on his knees in
front of me and Brad, crying his eyes out and kissing the ground. That’s how passionate he is about movies.

So we took
pity and gave him a job as a laundry boy.
Just for the clothes. Not the shoes. We made that very clear. You see, some of the shoes in the movie were really valuable – Louboutin – you
know? And the costumist was really
worried about them with Mark around.
Semen can damage fine leather quite badly, apparently. So we were all talking about it, and saying maybe
we should get a lockable cupboard or something, when Brad said “Why not lock
his cock away instead?”.

And you know
– when we told him that was a condition of his staying on the picture crew,
Mark didn’t hesitate. He wore a chastity belt for five months, right
through the hot summer months. Why? OK,
because he was desperate. But also
because he’s a true professional.

And I just
want to say that that same professionalism shone through everything he
did. The chorus girls’ sweaty leotards,
the stuntmen’s grimy overalls, even Brad’s favourite socks came back clean and
pressed every day without fail. One time, I had such a heavy period and we only
had one spare of the white shorts I had to wear for the scene we were shooting?
Well, every time they got stained, Mark would take them off and hand-wash them
and dry them carefully with a blow dryer, in time for me to change and just
keep on filming. Didn’t I tell you he isn’t a quitter!

Yeah! That’s right!
Give it up for Mark! We love you Mark!

And he’s
here tonight! Can we get a spotlight on
that table there? No – the next along…there!

Hey Mark!

So, yeah,
Mark – I know you didn’t want any kind of fuss made. But all the other stars who’ve made speeches
have thanked all the people who played really important roles in the
movie. So I thought maybe I’d use my
time to thank you instead. And I know
just how to do it.

You ladies,
there on the table with Mark? Yeah – you
three beautiful ladies! I want you to
stand up on the table in front of him.
Yeah, that’s right. ON the
table. Careful how you get up there. And one by one – I want you to
let him sniff your shoes, nice and slow.

Oooh – Jimmy
Choo! Mark’s in luck.

Go on Mark.
You know you want to. You deserve it. I got my Oscar, and you get your reward too,
compadre! Good job.

Let’s hear
it for Mark!

Hey – have
we got time to get him up here for a speech too? If we’re quick? OK!

Mark – c’mon
up here! We want to hear from you!

Oh – he’s shy. C’mon guys, slow clap. We can get him up here.

Mark. Mark. MARK. MARK. MARK. MARK.

OK!

Actually, I almost never watch the Academy Awards. I find it rather offensive, the way some of the stars they celebrate are men. And even in the awards for actresses, I find they often single out people other than Anne to win. There’s just no need for that, in my view and I wish they wouldn’t do it.

Can you imagine?

Hmm? This?

Oh – well, I’m a bit embarrassed you caught me reading
it, actually. It’s the autobiography of
a professional ‘dominatrix’. You
know? One of those tarts that dresses up
in leather and smacks men’s bottoms. Can you imagine?

Janice lent it to me.
I thought it wouldn’t be my thing – well, it isn’t really – but I can’t
put it down. It’s amazing some of the things she gets up to.

Sad too, actually.
She says one of her oldest clients is married, but he’d never plucked up
the courage to tell his wife what he wanted.
And it’s weird because she sounds like a real harridan! Apparently, one time he turned up for a
‘session’ and he wanted to cancel the thing she’d planned, because this wife
had just been screaming at him after he’d wrapped the car around a tree. And he felt the need to be properly punished
or something. Should have just asked his wife to take the cane to him – she sounds like the sort of woman who’d enjoy it. Do you remember how cross I was that time you
crashed the car! You’re lucky I didn’t have a cane handy, now I come to think
of it! I’d have given you what for.

And he wants to spend his time serving her as her ‘slave husband’
but of course he can’t say that either, so he just does odd bits of housework
and fetches and carries for her and things – serving his mistress in his head
you see. (Oh thanks, love – just put it there on the coaster. Sweetener not sugar, right? Great.)

It’s amazing, the freaky stuff that’s out there, isn’t
it? People leading these sad, secret
hidden lives, and you’d never know. He must have wasted a fortune on this “Lady Nightshade”. Maybe it’s best if his wife never does find out! She’d probably be furious – wouldn’t you? I would. She charges hundreds each time! All that money, just for a sore bottom once in a while.

You
know, her ‘dungeon’ is in Ealing? Near the tube station. I mean, she calls it a dungeon but it’s a walk-up apartment really. Just like any other house. You probably walk right past it every month,
when you go and visit your osteopath.

Can you imagine?

For her

Weirdest client? Oh,
I dunno. I mean, they’re all weird, aren’t they?

There was one once though – quite a regular. And I had a party for my regular subs and
they got to arguing about which one adored me most – silly old fuckers, like I
care as long as they keep paying!
Anyway, they decided to settle it with a breath-holding contest. And when it was this guy’s turn, he took out
a roll of duct tape and wrapped his mouth up, popped a clamp onto his nose and
then slipped a pair of handcuffs on behind his back!

Well, as you can imagine, after a minute or so, he was writhing around and all purple in the face, and I was just
about to look around for something to cut the tape when one of the other slaves
said “Shouldn’t you cut him loose, Mistress?”.
Well, of course you can’t stand for that sort of impertinence, so I gave
him a good slap and I settled back in my chair and said “He’ll breathe again
when I decide, slave, not before.” All haughty-like, you know. You have to be like that, as a domme. They like it.

And I gave it a bit longer and then I graciously instructed
them to cut his gag off. And they faffed
about and panicked like slaves will. And then it was all too late!

Hmm? Oh no. Not dead.
Severe brain damage, though. It’s
the oxygen, apparently.

Shame really. So
maybe he was the weirdest…. Oh, but hang on, there was other guy that had this
thing about asparagus! And you know how
asparagus makes your wee smell? So one time – oh this is really funny, even
funnier than the other thing! – one time, right, this guy brought a big bunch
of asparagus with him and…

Brand awareness

But how silly, darling! Is that why you haven’t wanted to play bondage games lately?

I told you at the time, didn’t I? I just wanted the branding irons in my initials as a symbol of your submission to me. I wasn’t planning actually to use them!

And I can see if you were thinking that already, that you might find it a bit worrying when I got those workmen in, to unblock the fire in our bedroom.

But I just thought it would be sexy sometimes to have a real fire going, you know? Just imagine the reflections of the flames on my shiny leather or latex, hmm?

And don’t the branding irons look awfully nice fixed to the wall above the fire, like that?

Really, though, I can’t believe you thought I might burn my initials into your flesh without consent! I mean, after all that fuss you made when I tried to play just a little with a lit cigarette against your skin? Do you remember? I’ve never heard such a noise! Imagine if I held a hot iron to your buttocks for a slow count of three. You’d scream the place down wouldn’t you? And we’d have the neighbours calling the police!

Well, unless you were really, really tightly gagged, obviously. Like with a couple of balled-up panties under that new muzzle gag I got you.

Or the inflatable gag, I suppose. That would be OK. And you’d need a harness, so you couldn’t struggle much, so the letter comes out nice and clearly.

But anyway, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going to do it, am I? So can you stop being so paranoid, and let your goddess wife start tying you up again, hmm?

Look – I’m wearing your favourite outfit. How about you let me tie you up tightly, just like I used to – OK? And do terrible, evil things to you.

Tell you what – I promise not to burn my initials deep into your quivering, naked flesh if you can get me to come three times!
Deal?

Joking! I’m joking… Good grief, darling. Try to keep a sense of proportion, OK?

A little talk

Hey honey. You wanna talk about what you saw Mommy and Daddy
doing last night?

No, I know you don’t honey.
But I think we should. It’s
nothing to be ashamed or afraid about.

Mommy and daddy were just a bit surprised when you burst into our room
like that, that’s all.

See… when a man loves a woman very much he wants to… well,
to make her happy. And Daddy likes to
make Mommy happy you see, because he loves me very much. And when a man and a woman are married, what
you saw last night is one of the things they do.

Well, sure it hurts Daddy, honey. Like at school, when Mrs Andrews hits you
with the paddle. Only Daddy takes his shorts off, so I guess it hurts even
more.

Yeah, I have a cane too, honey. And you know how much that hurts from when
you had to see the Headmistress that time, don’t you?

But see, Daddy doesn’t really mind that it hurts. Because he wants to make me happy and he
knows that I’ll only do that to him when there’s something he’s done that makes
me cross, you see.

Yeah, I know how much you hate being paddled, honey. But that’s Mrs Andrews. She’s an old lady. Daddy wouldn’t like being paddled by an old
lady. But when a man and a woman are
about the same age, it’s different, see, because –

Like you and Suzie?
What do you mean, like you and Suzie, honey? Suzie Franklin?

No, really honey, just tell me. Mommy promises not to be angry.

Did she? Wow. Over her knee like a little boy, huh? Did she pull your trousers down when she
smacked you?

Mmmm. Well, yeah, OK.
That’s kinda the same thing. I used to
spank boys across my knee when I was a teenager too, actually! It’s a good game. Did you enjoy it?

Yeah? It got
stiff? Did that feel good? Sure, no, that’s great.

Well yeah, see, that’s just like it feels between me and
Daddy, honey. Only Daddy’s thing can’t
get stiff because of that tube.

Suzie’s a really nice girl, isn’t she? I’ve always liked her – big and strong, like
her Mom!

So… do you wanna invite Suzie round some time? Maybe for Sunday lunch? You could help Daddy with the cooking, how
about that? Girls really like it when boys cook for them, and serve them at
table and stuff like that. And maybe if Suzie’s not happy about any of the food
or your attitude, maybe she could take you upstairs with a hairbrush, huh?

Well, yeah. Kinda
like a girlfriend, honey. Do you think
she’d like that?

Well, I think she’d like that. You’re a cute boy – I’m sure lots of girls
want to put you across their knee!

Oh – hey! Don’t be
embarrassed honey! I’m not embarrassed,
am I? No. I’m really glad we’ve had this talk.

Now why don’t you go and tell Daddy he can come down? He’s up on the landing, standing in his
naughty corner with his face against the wall.
You can tell him we’ve had this little talk, and that it’s all OK now,
OK? It was really Daddy’s fault see – he was supposed to lock our door. So Mommy got quite cross with him, and he’s
probably still quite sore. But actually,
I think I’m glad all this happened, so we could have this talk! Aren’t you?

I’m sure Suzie will be. I think I’m really going to like Suzie.

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Priorities

He paused. There was
something about the way the crease folded that reminded him…now what was it?

… and then it all came flooding back. His doctoral thesis on optimal protein
folding. How after three years of study
he had had to admit defeat in trying to find a universal enzyme that could take
instruction from injected RNA. Yet this
was it! Yes! If the outer sulphite chain just
folded back – right back, doing a quarter turn around and then running parallel in almost a
mirror image to the main sequence then… well, the possibilities were endless.
Any RNA chain could be processed straight through into an optimally folded protein sequence. Tailored enzymes could repair nucleotides damaged by… well, anything. Even old age could be curable with the right combination of instructions. And of course, it was the breakthrough cancer researchers had been seeking since the 1980s!

Excitedly, he began to imagine how he could put these
insights out there – a post on the Genzyme blog, for instance, to establish
priority as the originator of the idea, then a short paper in Enzyme Research. Of course, he’d need some lab time to demonstrate the technique, but he was sure the biotech labs would be queuing up to –

Then he paused. This
wasn’t getting the ironing done, and She’d said that it all had to be done
before Kurt arrived, so there would be time to do all of his laundry too. And his socks and underpants had to be carefully hand-washed.

Plus, he admittedly mournfully to himself, the last time he
had tried mentioning anything about his doctoral studies, he’d been soundly
paddled for being ‘too clever for his own good’. She didn’t approve of his having ideas above his station. And his station was so low, he’d yet to encounter an idea that was not.

Perhaps it was better just to forget about it. Anyway, it had been almost eight years since
he’d ben allowed to look at a book, or watch TV or access the Internet. Probably cancer had been cured by now. It wasn’t the sort of thing She’d have mentioned to him, after all. They didn’t have conversations about that sort of thing.

It was all a matter of priorities, he told himself. And with his bottom still extremely sore from
the consequences of that spilt milk yesterday, he knew where his priorities
lay.

Switching the iron to ‘steam’ he firmly smoothed away the
complex twisting shape that had appeared by chance before him, leaving just a
neat, straight crease. Not too sharp.

Just the way She liked it.