Subordinate clauses

It’s pay to play. Except when it’s ‘don’t you dare play but pay anyway’.
There were great hopes for the ‘living crash test dummy’ programme, when it was set up, but it turned out to provide data of limited medical usefulness in studying brain damage because of course by female standards, males’ brains are already damaged.
Just like my wedding night… except my blushing bride wasn’t actually in the same room as me.
Thank goodness it’s only a hypothetical question. I don’t object in principle, but can’t she see I’m busy with the ironing?
Music hath charms.
Oh… I remember this occasion. Such a bad time to sneeze.

The Fashionable Frown

Rather a narrow focus to today’s ‘special’ (you have noticed that Sunday’s posts are always specials, right? Course you have). Anyway, this is just to celebrate my discovery of a lovely young lady fashion model called Olivia Vinten. Unlike many other models, Ms Vinten does not seem to believe in smiling for the camera, preferring instead a pursed-lips look that to my mind expresses contempt, outrage or even barely repressed fury. All of these are delightful emotions for females to hold – entirely understandably when confronted by the exasperating and incompetent lesser sex – so she is today’s celebrated goddess and will feature again in future. She looks so cross… and regular ‘readers’ will know I have a soft and tender spot for women looking cross.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t object to women smiling. For one thing, I’m not allowed to express negative opinions about anything a female does, for another there is certainly a place for a mocking or patronising smile in our little world. But it’s so refershing to see a beautiful young model expressing her real feelings, that today is a smile-free post.

I haven’t cherry-picked the images by the way. Just try typing ‘Olivia Vinten’ in your favourite anonymised search engine and you might see at most one or two half-smiles, amid a display of fabulous feminine frowniness.

I want a girl with a long….

…long jacket!

I’m pretty sure I’ve featured this video before but some things are worth more than others and Emma Peel is priceless. Any benighted youngish ‘readers’ who think that the Avengers are superheroes or that Diana Rigg is mainly known for playing Lady Olenna Tyrell might want to educate themselves, or submit to someone who will educate them properly.

Post is (regrettably) unrelated as I just don’t have captioned images of the divine Ms Rigg. Maybe I should.

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond.

Relationships are based on give and take. Like, how about this time you do what she wants without question or complaint and then on another occasion, maybe it’ll be her turn to decide what you do, and so on.

Who uses a machete to cut through red tape

He’s a regular customer – has a loyalty card. But then they take disloyalty rather badly, so it’s best to be loyal.

She’s touring the facility and picking up slack

Many of her slaves would dispute the idea that her dog is obedient – but then they have high standards of obedience. Obviously, the dog gets a bit more latitude to interpret her commands than they do.

I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity

Hmmm. $8000 might sound a lot, but with the cost of medical care in the US, you might not come out much ahead. Better check what it is she actually wants.

I want a girl who knows what’s best

I want a girl with shoes that cut, and eyes that burn like cigarettes

In the event, Mistress didn’t see a leopard (maybe they don’t eat maggots?) but she did see a pack of hyenas making a kill and that was pretty special, so she was happy enough.

Oh my goodness, Lady Sophia Black was a wonderful, wonderful domme….

Inferior angles

She needs to be able to trust you’ll always do as you’re told and for your part, you can trust her never to make you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, OK?
It’s a matter of priorities. Would you rather participate in ninety minutes of male shouting about some silly thing getting kicked around or go and watch the football?
It can be hard to find good masturbation gloves. My SO’s needed a new pair for months, but she can’t seem to find any she likes enough to buy. It must be very frustrating for her.
Dommes can get funny about dressing up as nazis. I mean, it’s just a bit of sexy cosplay, right? I asked one once – oh… what was her name? Mistress Hannah, was it? Or Esther or Miriam… one of those pretty names. Anyway, she flat-out refused and what’s worse, she didn’t at all respect the pain limits we’d agreed, which I think is very unprofessional.
Rule 3 is a wonderful rule. I often have the joy and privilege of having it imposed upon me.
It starts to get dark really early this time of year.

The utopia of today can become the reality of tomorrow

Time for another deep dive, possibly with heavy shackles attached to our wrists and ankles, into female suprmacist literature. Quotes here from some of the great thinkers – and doers – who wrote the foundational and inspirational texts of this movements, as well as from a couple of males.

“Obviously men would continue to have the right to free speech under a Female Supremacist constitution; the only change is that right would be exercised on their behalf by their Responsible Female. I don’t see that as unduly restrictive  – what would the point be in a man expressing an opinion that wasn’t approved by a woman anyway?”

Eva Green, Patriarchs to Eunuchs: a practical programme for female supremacy (translated from the French by cafard)

“There are those in the Femsuprem movement who would prefer to live entirely without males and they – like all females – should have their wish. I’m sure there will be whole regions of the world where that is the case. For my part, though, I couldn’t truly enjoy life unless I know that males are suffering atrociously, somewhere.”

Lady Sophia Black: The governance of males; a dominatrix’s practical guide to politcal change.

“It’s not as if most males are doing particularly well at the moment. Fewer and fewer get university degrees, Is some 25 year-old slacker guy really better off in a dead-end office job, compared to – for example – being engaged in healthy manual labour, maybe even outdoors? He might not choose the latter, if he were free to choose, but that’s the point: we can choose for him.”

Sanna Marin, The Whip Hand: Economic policy and workplace relations in the Female Supremacist state

“I remember attending my first Femsuprem meeting. It seems ridiculous now, but I had my own ideas about how men could support the movement. Fortunately, I was put straight to making the tea – and I didn’t even do that properly and was made to stay behind afterwards. Then my second meeting… well, let’s just say the participants were none too pleased at each having to tell me again how she liked her tea, since I had forgotten! How could such a moron possibly contribute anything when I couldn’t even do as I was told? I think I learnt more from that than from any of the instructional material for males I later was lucky enough to be made to memorise.”

Samantha’s Husband, Surrendered

“You know what law I’d most like to see brought in under a Female Supremacist government? Oh sure, laws preventing males voting or owning property have to come first, obviously, and castrating rapists too. But after these foundations have been laid, I’d love to see a Male Hygiene Act, making all males scrub themselves clean – all over with plenty of soap – at least three times every day. Can you imagine a world that doesn’t stink of filthy males? Wouldn’t that be something?”

Kristen Stewart, Dare to Dream

“If you’re concerned that men will read this and learn about our plans to enslave them, don’t be. They assume it’s all some kind of femdom fantasy porn. OWK showed them their future and males just bought subscriptions and jerked off to it.  Lenin said that capitalists would sell communists the rope that would be used to hang them. Males will pay to ogle images of our plans for their eventual subjugation because they are very, very stupid”

Madame Christine, They Deserve It: Lessons in Philosophy from the Other World Kingdom

“My first book, an attempt to introduce the joy of slavery to a male audience, was my humble attempt at a vision of a far-off better society. Mistress instructed me to write this second book to celebrate what is now a growing movement for Female Supremacy. Will I ever write a third? Not up to me, of course, but if I do I hope it will consist of nothing but practical tips for housework and service. The aim of male political writing should be to abolish itself.”

nd23 By Her command

“I’m going to take a risk here and declare that I once witnessed the involuntary castration of a rapist. And it was a beautiful thing. A sexual thing for some of the women in the audience, true, but an empowering moment for all of us.  And spiritual, too.  And if anyone wants to use our unjust patriarchal laws to try to prosecute the brave women who wielded the knife, know this: I will never betray my sisters who opened my eyes with this wonderful moment of shared joy.”

Gal Gadot, Inspirational Moments: Finding Myself in the Female Supremacist Cause.

“I’m not a male eliminationist, not any more. As a lesbian, I certainly started that way. Males disgust me. But as a favour to a straight friend, I once whipped one of her slaves and although the smell of the filthy beast became more intense as he writhed and screamed under the lash, I found the experience pleasant enough. And my supposedly ‘straight’ friend discovered an interesting new side to her sexuality… So I don’t object to males continuing to exist, as long as they’re in chains and I have a whip.”

Cara Develgne, Liberty, Sorority, Slavery (originally Le premier sexe), translated from the French by objet6.

“I wrote a book once trying to explain Female Supremacism to males. It’s actually quite an interesting challenge, to dumb down Femsupremacist thinking into concepts their simple brains can understand. Of course, my favourite boy helped. I’d read a passage and test his understanding. If he didn’t follow my first draft, I’d resist the temptation to whip him for stupidity (OK, I didn’t always resist), grit my teeth and go and try again. I wanted to call it Listen, you fucking morons! but the publisher persuaded me to go with Learning to be nurtured.

Emily Blunt, Useful Idiots: Men and Femsuprem

“Will men be happy under Femsuprem rule? That’s a complicated question. I could talk about the physical health benefits they’ll experience, the joy they’ll get from a clear sense of purpose, the end to stressful decision-making that their brains aren’t really suited to… all that. But my truthful answer is simpler: I really don’t care whether they’ll be happy or not. It’s not about them.”

Annie Hathaway, Equality is not enough!

Tears are not enough

Slam that door, slap my face.

That damn flicker. Better try to get it under control, now you’re married.
She likes locks. She likes the look of them, she likes the sound they make gently clinking inside your trousers when you’re out together…
I got lost once, Followed the wrong pair of heels… suddenly looked up and gulp! The lady was very nice, though and took me home, where she got talking to my SO and one thing led to another and… well, let’s just say I didn’t get my whipping for being lost until quite late the following morning!
He’s going to be your friend too, now.
Dommes say the funniest things. One beautiful lady once tied me to the bed and giggled sexily in my ear about how much she’d like to take my cock in her mouth and nibble it gently before taking firm hold with her hand and pumping… pumping… The silly thing must have forgotten she’d locked me in a tight chastity restrainer! But I didn’t say anything to embarass her.
In the event, she did turn up, about an hour late, with some of her friends, all wearing tight boob tubes and leather miniskirts. They got drunk and started shouting mocking abuse at all the sad little physics spods and speccy chemistry nerds sharing the stage, and made them hand over their medals, which they referred to as ‘lunch money’.

Finally, a quick note about comments here on this blog. The anti-spam thingy (to use a technical term) seems to have been a bit too cautious of late, with some commenters being blocked. Sorry about that. If you are, I think you can request approval. I do see those (might take a day or two) and I’ll always approve any that aren’t obvious spam marketers. I think once you’re on the approved list you’re fine forever but I’m not sure – the anti-spam stuff keeps having to change to stay ahead. I’d love to just switch it off, but I see the list of spammy comments it has blocked and believe me, there are hundreds every week so that’s not an option.

Historical fits

Yeah, more old-timey femdom. They did have it before the invention of latex, you know.

Fun fact: the beautiful Anna Popplewell who features here is, I think, the only actress I have ever captioned whom I have seen in (so-called) real life. Not a very fun fact, I know, but I don’t get a lot of fun in my life.

Divine displeasure

Very different from my SO’s attitude – she likes to hear about how much it hurts.
Bit pointless to book a heavy session and use a safeword anyway. It’s like…. I dunno, going to an expensive restaurant and only eating stale bread with water. I mean, I’ve done that, obviously but…
She’ll definitely tell them off: she’s very cross about what they did. But she has a sweet, forgiving nature, so don’t be surprised if she goes back on her intention to ban all of them except Tony. I mean, that is a lot of cock to deprive herself of, and it’s not as if it was really such a big deal, right? And there’s the question of fairness to them to consider too…
You can have one of his trainers as well, if you fancy a threesome.
It’s ridiculous you can’t have men’s brains fixed to stop them being annoying… seriously annoying, I mean, obviously. We need to fund the NHS properly.
Lots of things to think about… and plenty of time to think, too.

It’s not her fault

It’s yours.

Fortunately she’s not easily embarassed – you can look quite absurd and be made to do lots of humiliating things before she begins to experience the least twinge.
Many women secretly prefer didoes to their male partners’ cocks. My SO is more open about it – says the dildo is even a better conversationalist, quite apart from the sexual aspects in which I’m obviously not a contender at all.
Dream job – and you’ll get to do twice as much of it.
The fivesome’s scheduled for next week, when Lucy’s cousins are in town too.
Gravity will do most of the work. All you have to do is suffer; and that’s easy enough when you’re in pain.
As if this sequence of photos (others from which I unfreely acknowledge I have used before) was not wonderful enough, it actually features twin sadistic Margot Robbies. I mean… why would anyone ever need to make another movie, about anything (except movies starring Mistress Annie, obviously).