Uncategorised – Contemplating the divine

Boy, you’re going to carry that weight

So don’t argue.

Don’t worry if you find the conversation about sex a little embarrassing – it’ll be very quick (although not quite as quick as the sex was).

You’ll observe that she’s holding an electric shocker remote in her left hand, which gives me confidence he’ll respond enthusiastically and with appropriate gratitude.

Lots of ladies send their sissies out proudly displaying every bruise they’ve been given, but Mrs Thornton’s more old-fashioned about that sort of thing.

It’s like a two-key system. But with only one key, obviously.

Slaves with bad knees who would find all-fours pony play particularly painful should always mention that in their OWK application forms, so the Ladies can take that into account when deciding on the activities. It’s like informing them of phobias about spiders or enclosed spaces: they always like to know.

Quite a few MPs found themselves subjected to an intense lobbying campaign, over this bill. Very intense indeed.

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

Making every man mad.*

She’s right (obviously): pleading and crying in the hope of mercy is a complete waste of time.

There are some sick people out there… even reading this blog. It’s a creepy thought.

Even Mr Snuggly Bear was new once and remembers how hard that can be. But now he’s one of her favourites, so there’s always hope.

Don’t worry: it all turned out OK. The clinic were very understanding about it and managed to squeeze an extra op into their schedule.

Don’t worry, you’ll still be useful whatever position you end up in. A box is a box and she’s got a lovely tablecloth to go on top.

Just let her take the lead. And keep it.

* Fun fact! A later replacement member of Bananarama was openly into kink. Mistress Sidonia (Servitor kneels, forehead to the floor) has the story. The three goddesses in the video I linked above weren’t, so they probably just did their queening, pegging and mocking behind closed doors.

PS – Just to note again, if anyone missed my note on Tuesday’s post: that all updates to this site for 6 – 13 May, including all comments, alas, were lost following a computer glitch. You might think – I certainly thought – that this must have been my fault, because of technical incompetence and I should be punished. You’re not entirely wrong (even if you are male) as I am technically incompetent and should be punished, but this one was due to my hosting service, as I’ve just discovered now they’ve sent an apologetic email about the (system-wide) crash. I hope the males responsible are dealt with appropriately. Nonetheless, I apologise to people whose comments were lost.

If that’s what she wants

Actually, she doesn’t really need gloves either, since she’s mostly going to be working on kicks and knee-ups today.

She’s just making him uncomfortable before she really gets to work. Putting him at his unease, so to speak.

Mr Wuffles is allowed to rub himself against her leg, too, which doesn’t seem at all fair.

Women are amazing at multitasking, while men barely task at all, unless someone is standing over them with a whip.

Oh, and the word “not” has been deleted from Article 42, about castration, but that’s just tidying-up.

If one of her piggies is going to get into serious financial difficulties, she prefers it not to be for a good reason or any worthwhile cause.

Further figures

More captions loosely inspired by the comedic style (but not achieving the comedic effect) of the Far Side. Slightly more whimsical than usual, anyway. Whatever. Also more than the average amount of tennis.

But only if she says you can

Consent is so important in femdom, don’t you agree? So many men in the scene just don’t get that: but the way I see it, if you’re down on your knees and you want to get up but she doesn’t give her explicit consent, then that’s an absolute no-no. No ifs, no buts, no pleading. So what if your knees are hurting? Women have a right to decide what to do with their own males and that’s that.

Keep calm. It’s probably just one of those deals in which they remain attached to you but they’re ‘technically’ hers, you know? To kick and crush whenever she likes. Anyway, you might win. The King’s got to be the most powerful piece, right? And you’ve still got that.

If you think about it, it’s actually quite arrogant for a human male to think he deserves better treatment than a ‘real’ dog. I mean, dogs are quite intelligent, so if anything it should be the other way around.

Actually, one of the guys with a beard just behind her is wearing women’s slacks* under his shorts, so it’s not just you.

Just another stunningly beautiful woman (Nata Lee), lounging around in red lingerie until she gets cross and decides it’s time to put you over her lap and smack your bottom until you cry. Contemplating the Divine… because ‘real life’ is over-rated.

Of course the normal guys don’t pay anything like as much for making the mess as you have to to clean it up. But then if life was fair I guess we wouldn’t have femdom.

Anya’s a lot more relaxed and open about her AFM past then many A-listers. No names but if you happen to own a copy of April 2013, there’s a certain Hollywood megastar actress who’d pay a lot to get hold of it and remove it, permanently… or would pay someone else a lot to do the same to you.

I’m not a crossdresser (not by choice, anyway) but this actress’s understanding but ever so slightly amused expression is just perfect, don’t you think?

Just a quick word, darling?

Particularly annoying as I missed it last month for putting too *little* milk in. Still, once I finally get it right, everything should be fine.

Sometimes couples are more compatible than they realise. Now they can be open and honest with each other, I expect their relationship will become a lot deeper.

She just slipped him into something incomparably less comfortable.

Important to remember where your loyalties lie. I’m sure Mike has no doubts on that score.

She just likes to know where he is – especially if it’s ‘on the floor writhing around in pain and screaming apologies’.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal

As you know, this blog features immature material on mature themes so I suppose I do both these things.

NB: anyone playing the game of ‘guess the original song/poetry* won’t succeed with this one, as it’s just a handy safety mnemonic. Y’know like: “Stub it out on arse or thighs, he’ll lose his sight if in his eyes.”

* But did you get all the rest?

Manservants

A surprising number of men marry women who turn out to be like their mothers. This one didn’t.

Oh well, at least there’s less of all that making sure you turn up neither too early nor one second late, while also not hanging around the area where the dungeon is, so as not to annoy her neighbours. If you know what I mean. He’s just up at 6am and into role straight away, every day.

She can forgive anything except bad coffee. Or messy laundry-folding. And a few other things, now I think of it.

It’s not entirely pointless, as, after he’s gone and is sitting gingerly in a nearby bar feeling the glow, Herrin Anneliese has a 4 pm session, in which she plans to make her slave carry it all back, so that needs setting up.

The limit may be hard but steel is harder. And these ladies are harder still.

And of course his hands would be neatly cuffed behind him, to keep them out of the way.

Fiendish angels

Or are they angelic fiends?

She likes to feel appreciated – who doesn’t?

There’s nothing like a man-hating lesbian girlfriend to inject a bit of firm discipline into a relationship.

Garbage needs to consider whether there are things in his life that are more important than money (other than her, of course, but that goes without saying).

This is of course the awesome Serena, Gynarchy Goddess, whose floors Servitor has often cleaned, almost never to her satisfaction, alas.

He’ll be fine, just as soon as he’s got beyond ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’.

Kitten isn’t an expert in economics, but she does understand the basic idea of conspicuous consumption and thoroughly approves of it.

The age of unreason

Wednesday. No – Sunday! And if it’s Sunday, it must be a themed special. What’s the theme today? Well, we continue to delay the scheduled World War M post, because of unpleasant (and, it would seem, somewhat poorly thought-out) developments in the so-called ‘real world’, so today we are once again celebrating that most delightful of feminine attitudes: being utterly, stubbornly, deliciously unreasonable.

On Tuesday I’m due to go and see a lady I’ve not had a session with before and we’ve agreed on email that it’ll be a domestic scene in which she scolds me, is demanding and impossible to please and generally thoroughly unreasonable. Which sounds lovely, but what if she changes her mind and just decides to do something else on a whim?