… for the cameras and the girls (trigger warning: no femdom, big hair, old-fashioned music from when Servitor was young, if such a thing can be imagined).
Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, a day when humiliation freaks worldwide will rush down to the letterbox in the morning, to revel deliciously in the proof that once again, not a single one of the three billion females in the world has the slightest romantic interest in any of us.
Actually, I did once receive a Valentine card, from this girl I really fancied at school and didn’t have the courage to tell of my feelings for her, but it turned out it she had sent it to the wrong address and it was intended for someone else. Goodness, how everyone laughed and laughed when that little mix-up was revealed in class, after I got down on my knees to confess my long-standing love for her. I hope she wasn’t too humiliated by her error being exposed so publicly, poor thing.
I do have a couple of Valentine-themed captions, as it happens, but not a
full set of five, so I thought I’d… what’s that, readers? You say you don’t
give a flying fuck whether I creatively theme the blog or not? That you
just want to masturbate to images of pretty ladies saying humiliating
or vaguely menacing things, so why don’t I shut the fuck up and get on
Oh. OK then.
|You could cavil at the poor quality of the photo, but this is Mistress Ardenne so even a blurry photo is more beautiful than 99.999999999999% of things on the planet. Long retired, I’m sure, so don’t even ask, OK?
|Wow. No time for second thoughts – let’s tie the knot!
|Selecting honesty level two would have got you “Oh… it’s all right, I suppose. A bit below average but I’ve seen worse.”
|Funny how it still feels just like that very first date you went on together. Some relationships are like that, but it’s very rare.
…why do you have to be a ball-breaker? Is it a lesson that I never knew?
|One last disappointment for her, in a marriage which, to be honest, has not turned out to be everything she’d hoped for. Still, it looks like she’s taken a bold decision to put her own needs first and make a fresh start, so that’s good.
|It’s not the activities she’s horrified by, it’s the price list. I mean, for something that literally anyone can do, without any training.
|Ah well, you wanted a heavy pain session, right? Why else forget Mistress’s birthday?
|Some things do actually try to happen. But none of it leads to anything, so it’s really all the same.
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.’
|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?
|Hmm? Oh, the extra caption under the photo? Yeah, definitely got one of those around here somewhere. Hang on…
|Sorry – this was intended for my other blog, dedicated to courier services. Nothing femdom in this one. I must have copied it into the wrong folder.
|Health and safety gone mad, if you ask me.
The lovely Mistress Sidonia, a staple of the femdom scene.
|Good the boys get something to drink too. Many dominant wives wouldn’t think of that.
Noun: the state of being a subject. That used to be me but now I’m more objective.
|No great loss, right?|
|Somehow it still feels like I’m on the leash, even when I’m not. Strange, that.|
|I rolled a six this month! But apparently “rules are made to be broken”! Not her usual attitude to rules, I have to say… but that’s women for you. Bless ’em.|
|She’s already being the best wife she can. That’s why you’re wearing the shock collar.|
|My brain hurts. Sorry: I think I’m just too male today to understand this one. Something about a hash? Is she talking about breakfast?|
|Why bring up painful old memories? She seems nice… maybe it’s time for a fresh start?|
|Oddly enough, I never experienced corporal punishment as a child. My SO says we have to make up for lost time, and she’s probably right. She usually is.|
|Why do my dates always end up like this?|
|Oh dear. She’s right, you know. I am a very, very bad person. Fortunately, this very evening I am visiting someone to whom I have given a lot of money to beat me for my sins. So that’s all right.|
|It probably wasn’t intentional – just one of those things, you know? No point making a big deal of it.|
|Don’t worry, she said ‘yes’ the second time around. And then she charged for her presence at the marriage ceremony at session rates – rather a sweet touch, don’t you think?|
|Yes, that should help take your mind off it. I think she’d like a back-rub too, if you don’t mind.|
|No problem – I’ve got both on speed-dial.|
…when I’m kneeling at your feet.
|I think we can agree, though, that it’s hardly femdom to expect men to do their share of the ironing. Including – obviously – making up for the backlog of several thousand years when they didn’t.|
|So we did. I wonder what we’ll decide today.|
|Good thing there’s a woman in charge to take those tough decisions.|
|Sissy didn’t actually understand the book anyway. Men should go out to work, take decsions, look after their own lives? Terrifiying.|
|It’s a bluff. I think it’s a bluff.|