Why are we still here?

It is fifteen years since this blog launched, with a post whose brilliantly creative title still dazzles across all these years: Why are we here?

That post does not feature among the best the blog has produced, but under the lash of my lovely overseer’s whip, I have quarried out a few milestones from each of the years this blog has managed, against all expectations and logic, to continue to exist.

Just to warn you about links to badly-formatted posts below… one of the least interesting milestones for this blog is that it transferred from Blogger to WordPress in 2023 because Google decided it was too naughty for ordinary people to see. So any posts before that were imported en masse using a WordPress tool. It worked reasonably well, but the formatting of text is awful, the resolution of images on the main pages is bad (click on them to see them properly) and although people’s comments are there, each post says there are zero comments.

OK? Not my fault if the old posts look crap. Blame Google. Right: on with the milestones.

2011 saw lots of firsts on this blog, obviously, since that was the year it started and it started in January. But June 2011 was the first post featuring actual heart-stopping beauty, Miss Hathaway (whom I disgracefully – against wishes she has repeatedly stated perfectly clearly – called Anne, not her preferred ‘Annie’). But that wasn’t her first appearance in the blog, as the Blogger version had a different layout, with a footer image, which was the lady herself, reclinging languidly (hence the reference in the linked post to looking down at the bottom of the page – this is the image).

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2011/06/captivating/

2012… oh what happened in 2012? Goodness, I can’t remember. I suppose, I was young, free and sing- … no, that’s not right. Young and fr-… no. OK, just young, then. Younger anyway. But then I was younger yesterday too, so what’s new? The caption below appeared in 2012. I like it.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2012/09/little-things-that-make-her-laugh-2/

2013 saw the appearance of Turning Points! Fresh and original at the time, tired and hackneyed today, like so much else in the blog and, if we’re honest, life. But it was good, for a bit, and still very occasionally is.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2013/09/turning-points/

2014 saw the first post in a series motivated by nostalgia for former days: OWK Ladies Remember. The original OWK ladies – not the modern visitors such as Mistresses Courtney, Ezada and Sophia, wonderful as they are all. Reminiscing to a supposed interviewer about the grand old days of weird hats, slaves with mad moustaches in concentration camp uniforms and frankly a career that the lovely ladies cannot reasonably have anticipated, as happy little Young Pioneers growing up under communism a few years before. And now here I am reminiscing about the OWK ladies reminiscing. I reckon nostalgia’s just not as good these days, have you noticed?

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2014/10/owk-memories/

Incidentally, 2014 also featured the generic Contemplating The Divine post, that anyone can use (or nowadays simply feed an AI) to churn this stuff out forever.

2015 featured lots of stuff, including one of my favourite science fiction themed captions, ever. I don’t know what it is about this one that… oh yes I do. Anyway, obviously there have been lots of science fiction captions, because I’m a sad little nerd who gets excited about space and aliens and an aficionado of the genre.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2015/07/like-lovers-do/

2016 saw an interesting departure for this blog, into the weird world of maledom / femsub play. Personally, I prefer my fantasies a little more realistic – I mean, if I tie a woman to my bed, to have my wicked way with her, how can she even unlock my chastity belt? And anyway, how would I find the time to dominate a woman with all that laundry still to be done? Be that as it may, I did one post featuring captioned images of submissive women and decided April 1st 2016 would be the perfect day to publish it. Back to ‘normal’ on April 2nd, obviously.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2016/04/female-submission-month/

2017… oh I don’t remember what I was doing in 2017. Looking at naughty pictures on the Internet and trying to think of captions, I expect, same as usual. I had previously published some pieces of advice, to subs and dommes or anyone foolish enough to think my opinion on anything might matter, really (of which this is my favourite) but in 2017 I published a travel guide for American subs visiting Europe that I still quite like. It needs updating, though… I’m sure there are some lovely strict dommes in Copenhagen who’d like nothing better than discussing Greenland with any visiting US patriot.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2017/08/if-its-friday-this-must-be-belgium/

2018 saw the outbreak of World War M. It’s been going on ever since.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2018/05/world-war-m/

2019 was mostly much the same as other years. It’s funny, it seems like almost every week my SO is kind enough to give me ‘a beating to remember’ but after a while they all merge into one hazy, vague screaming fit of desperate apologising, you know? Memory fails – and so do I, frequently. So here’s just one caption I found when perving around my 2019 posts, which I quite like. But then I like images of ladies wearing gymslips, you know? Rancid old creep that I am. Especially ladies who later successfully got two lots of alimony off a billionaire, like the lovely lady below (and here). Oh – and Debbie Harry. Obviously.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2019/05/penalty-and-repentance/

2020 was a strange year. There was that thing going on, remember? Yeah, that was quite a thing. I wrote some captions about the thing. (I also wrote my most popular story – The Lovelorn Blacksmith. There’s a sequel in 2025 but it’s not as good).

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2020/03/the-thing/

Incidentally, 2020 was the year I picked way back when as being sufficiently far in the future for President Hathaway to be elected for the first time, on the Female Supremacist ticket. Funny how things turn out. But my predictive powers have rarely been great – for instance, I often promise my SO I’ll do a good job on whatever menial chore she has generously ordered me to do for her, and then it turns out on inspection that I’ve done a very bad job. Happens all the time. So what do I know?

2021 mostly featured the usual tired old shit, but I do affectionately recall watching the TV adaptation of the late great Terry Pratchett’s Going Postal and noticing that Claire Foy looked remarkably like Mistress Darla, whom few of you have ever heard of (and those that have are probably too old even to celebrate her in the way you might want to). Two images of each of the lovely ladies in the composite image below – no prizes for spotting which is which because obviously the one brandishing the whip is the mainstream actress, not the dominatrix. I’ve found some other lookey-likeys over the years, some more plausible than others, but I still say Victoria Coren-Mitchell looks like Mistress Sidonia, and others do too, so there.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2021/11/late-delivery/

2022… I didn’t realise she would become a regular feature, I certainly didn’t realise she would become a viral Internet sensation as ‘Bentley Girl’ (OK, more of a minor meme to be fair) but 2022 saw the first appearance of ‘Kitten‘, a.k.a. the lovely Alla Bruletova who in real life I am sure is far from the deliciously self-centred and manipulative little findomme she is so unfairly depicted as on this blog.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2022/06/when-things-are-looking-good-theres-always-complications/

2023… really, did I start the 1980s called series as late as that? Good Lady, I thought it had been going for ever. Well, it seems I did. But I suppose it was inspired by the appearance – at last – of PDFs of almost the entire series of the Vixen and Magazines on which as a 20 year-old I had cut my… rubbed my… well, I’d enjoyed ‘reading’ them a lot anyway. They are now available to buy, and so are Cruella and Goddess, so my bucket list life goals are complete, as least as far as chasing down femdom porn on the Internet is concerned. And actually, my bucket never had much else in it.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2023/07/the-1980s-called/

I hadn’t started faking the actual magazine covers and ‘next issue’ boxes in that first post, so here’s a later one.

2024 featured the development of a couple of series that started in 2023 – The Hunt and The Facility – both essentially excuses to feature long captions to images of ladies wearing riding boots explorations of the social consequences of sexist behaviour, in the English countryside. If they started in 2023 why am I counting them as a 2024 milestone, you ask? Well… I dunno. Don’t you want to see the pictures of pretty ladies in riding outfits? Yes, I thought you would. So why quibble?

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2024/07/facility-management/

2025 was… recent. It featured the same sort of stuff the blog features now because, it is the blog now, essentially. There was quite a lot of Joy on this blog in 2025. Let’s show some of that Joy right now.

https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2025/06/fortune-favours-the-meek/

Sneak preview: lots of Joy coming here on 1st February! Mark your calendars.

2026 is… is now? Really? Already? Seems like such a futuristic date. Shouldn’t we have cool things like… flying cars and… and jetpacks… and a brutal totalitarian femsuprem government? Oh well, maybe one day. For now, here’s an image of Annie herself, first published, umm… now. To round off this… this (chortles) annieversary posting!

Right, that’ll do for nostalgia and annieversaries (oh my sides!), until 2041. Oh – but not quite. Tomorrow’s post will feature an interview with an actual Female Supremacist! Yay.

It’s just one damn’ thing after another

Astute readers (there might be a few, even though the readership is mainly male) will recognise the most accurate definition of ‘history” ever provided, and will wearily be preparing themselves for yet another special featuring ladies covered from neck to racily-hinted-at ankles and no latex. Pre-twentieth century femdom, anyway.

Speaking of ancient history, by the way, tomorrow it will be fifteen years since this blog began and the occasion will be marked in some painful and educational manner or other.

If and when she says so

And not a second before or after.

There’s nothing wrong, of course, with finding humour in femdom. It doesn’t all have to be brutal whippings, torture and opppression inflicted by hard-faced unsmiling females. Brutal whipping, torture and oppression inflicted by happy, giggling females is just as good.
Last session she wanted it done anti-clockwise, I understand. But that was then, now is now.
The nice thing about submissive clients (there has to be something, right?) for the working girls is they can fit their sessions around normal customers. If a guy comes in and asks for Yulia, she can just pop boot-worshipper there into a cupboard in mid-lick, give the normal guy whatever he needs, then let the worm back out for a little used condom play before resuming the fucked-up boot thing. If she remembers he’s there, that is.
How many blondes does it take to change a sexist’s entire outlook on life? Just one, as long as she’s got a whip and he’s got an indefinite sentence. But actually, there are over 10,000 blonde officers in the Male Rehabilitation Service, and more than enough whips to go round, so it doesn’t really work like that in practice.
It’ll probably be easier just to rip the whole thing out and install a completely new unit, which at least gives them an opportunity to find a more attractive male.
Funny how that works. For her. Every time.

By the way, obviously there’s a huge amount of slop out there, so I hesitate to recommend anything AI but there are some occasional interesting bits and pieces. This guy’s little videos are quite fun and nicely done, I think, worth a look.

Don’t you dare

I never do. Never been much of a risk-taker, unless you count marrying my SO.

It’s scurrying time.
They’re planning to get together regularly.
She’s hoping to break into movies. Not necessarily castration movies, obviously, but if the offers come in…
If you’re not convinced by her argument here, don’t worry: she can help you come to a fuller understanding.
Reminiscent of that time a whole nest of scorpions infested the OWK Prison. Hard to imagine where they came from, given there aren’t any scorpions in the Czech Republic, but I expect there’s a perfectly sensible explanation.
They also serve, who only writhe and scream.

A post dealing with feelings of low self-worth

So, just like all my other posts then.

Tsk! Mixed signals. Why do women do that?
The guy has it easy, if you think about it: I mean, the ladies are the ones doing all the work. Jasmine’s amazing, by the way: she doesn’t hold back. I don’t know where she gets her stamina. I hope he’s appropriately grateful.
Don’t worry, after a few years of marriage you’ll have a very keenly-developed understanding of exactly what annoys her and by precisely how much. There’s quite a lot, but one of the joys of marriage is learning about one another, isn’t it?
I suspect the hairdresser might be slightly less amused if she discovers how much money Mistress is being paid to sit there and mock her slave, compared to how much she’s actually paying for the haircut. Well… she‘s not actually going to be paying this time, obviously, and she’ll make sure he leaves a massive tip, but you know what I mean.
He’s barely paying attention because he’s upset she hasn’t noticed or commented on the ‘anniversary bunny ears’. He went to so much trouble…
He will. Mentally, he already is and has been for some years now.

She’s right on this one

And all the other ones.

Scurrying skills required, I’d say.
Obviously, in dental play she avoids doing anything for which you need years of specialised training. Using anaesthetic, for instance, which can be quite dangerous if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, so she wisely never tries it.

Miss Chambers of Cruella, of course – and although it’s not in the foreground, it is in profile so once again, I will obsessively draw your attention to that lovely nose. Cleopatra has nothing on Miss Chambers. Now go and buy Andy’s stuff before he changes his mind about selling it online!

Well that’s hardly difficult.
Just for once, the queue for the ladies’ isn’t that bad but she’s always wanted to try this.
That’s the thing about a visit to OWK – it helps you confront your irrational fears and replace them with rational ones.
‘All men are equal’ – sure. I can get behind that. But that’s about as far as it goes.

Or should I say, she once had me

It’s almost as if the designers of women’s loos knew…
I got caught up in the ‘you too’ movement – it just took one finger pointing languidly in my general direction, if I remember arright.
There’s actually relatively little outside work experience that can prepare a slave for the rigours of an OWK working stay, although I have heard that working for Amazon can help.
Not really. He was bending long before he finally broke.
Not quite sure what she means there. Housemaids’ and husbands’ roles are practically indentical anyway.
She was known for being a bully at school. I read an interview with a guy who was so traumatised by being mocked and humiliated by her in geography class that he abandoned the teaching profession entirely.

Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive

And the sexiest, too. The quote of course is from dear old Jack, rumoured to have had an interest in all things spanking, but alas only on the dark side. Perhaps he just never met the right woman. Like most Englishmen of a certain age I read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and The Magician’s Nephew when I was young and impressionable (I’m now old and impressionable) and believe me, Jadis the White Witch would not have had to proffer much turkish delight to entice me into slavery.

I mean, goodness me…

He went to say that to experience the tyranny he is describing “is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.” Well, indeed. It could almost come from an advert for the English Mansion.

Anyway, I digress. Rather a lot. On with today’s nonsense, which is not particularly CS Lewis-themed except for the usual tag about Mistress Anya – obviously.

Some people recommend dangling from your ankles to help sort out a bad back and I’m sure Princess Neive and Miss Analisa here would be happy to help out with that – and even give him something to think about while he’s dangling there, to help pass the time.
If it’s too difficult to decide, don’t worry: I’m sure she’d be happy to leave the upper bound undefined.
If you don’t like it, just tell her you’re not satisified with the service – go ahead, she’ll make sure your complaint is treated properly.
I hope she does it properly, potting them in the right order.
If ‘small testicle humiliation’ is a thing he’s going to be really good at it.
She believes in trying new things and it’s not as if her supply of boys is going to run out any time soon, so why not?

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness

‘Readers of this blog, being erudite types, often to be found in exclusive salons discussing the role of foreshadowing in literature with other members of the intelligentsia (when they’re not sitting in front of their computers, trousers around their ankles, wanking to porn, obviously) will instantly have recognised the quote as one of Tolstoy’s and will thus, with sinking heart but a dreadful sense of inevitability, have discerned that today’s is another of those boring historical posts in which ladies rarely show their tits or dress up in exciting latex outfits.

Never mind, there’ll be a ‘normal’ post on Tuesday. In the meantime, try to get excited about finely-turned ankles and flirtatious badinage… or just go and whack off to whatever you can find on ImageFap, I don’t care.

Ah… the rigid grip of social convention.

Serves him right for being such a forward young man, I suppose.

Justice will be seen to be done; possibly with rather a lot of accompanying giggling and girlish shrieks.
I wonder how long he invited her to stay for? And I wonder how long she will stay? It might depend on Mrs Truscott, I suppose. It won’t depend on him.
They all only want what’s best for the young lad. He doesn’t, not really. But that’s why he needs a governess, a wardship committee and – ultimately – a wife.
They look shocked… I hope they can come up with something to take their minds off this horrible sight.
She was up late, the poor tired thing, supervising the whipping of all seven stable boys. She works so hard – but she wouldn’t have it any other way.