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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.

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.

Muliebrious bodily harm

Good word, isn’t it? You can look it up if you don’t know what it means. Or live your life in wilful ignorance – see if I care.

Don’t worry if you end up eating some dirt too, it won’t do you any harm. Refusing to obey her wishes, on the other hand, could be distinctly hazardous.
Can’t be too careful. My SO loves to conduct cavity searches and if she runs out of holes in my body to delve into, she just makes more.
I understand they did make a more scientifically accurate version of the movie, in which at least half the running time was taken up with Bond’s genitals getting slowly charred. I’d pay to see that but apparently it didn’t play well with all demographics.
Sometimes Responsible Females get cross if they arrive after the five day period to find their property already disposed of – but they’re always offered a replacement and they’re usually fine with that.
Try to help her out; she’s taking pains to get this right.
To be fair, she probably would have snipped them off in due course, but not just yet – probably not for a few days.

Just the way she likes it

Be aware she might just push your limits a little, OK? Or she might just want to breeze straight past them to get into the fun zone as soon as possible… whatever.
You might wonder whether there is evidence that her method gets results. It does: the boys she thrashes are in pain for days and have a terror of her that lasts the rest of their lives… and that’s exactly the result she’s aiming at.
Don’t worry, you won’t need to break the fantasy by handing over cash to her. She’s come up with a clapping and counting game for you to chant your banking log-in details.
Works for me. Spend long enough in chastity and you develop an ‘everything fetish’ anyway.
It’s unwise to waste your breath on pleading, but don’t worry if you can’t help it: you won’t offend her.
You may not know much information now, but believe me: you’ll have learnt about a lot of new things by the time they’re – or you’re – finished.

Never feel safe with the woman you love

… for a woman’s nature conceals more dangers than you think.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. Heck, if I’m going to rip off others’ femdom quotations, I might as well go to the source.

Let’s hope she explains it more clearly and thoroughly this time.
Aww… one of them brought her Mum.
Strict Master Simon is about to experience a little ‘being ripped apart by vicious dogs’ play. Kinky!
See, many people assume that findommes are selfish people, but here’s Sam generously handing out her own piggie’s money just as a nice gesture to her friend.
For some reason, the post-action interviews in snuff movies rarely – never, actually, come to think of it – feature both participants.
So much easier when someone else takes these difficult decisions.

The voice of authority

Thank goodness we have women to handle these tough decisions for us.
Don’t worry: you can tell her as many things you really hate as you like. In fact, she’d quite like to know what your number four and number five are, so don’t hold back.
Police have a difficult enough job dealing with rapists, it’s best not to tie their hands with namby-pamby restrictions on what they can or cannot do to them.

Back under the bed. They’ll try to keep the noise down.
She’s not planning to brighten your smile, but then you won’t be smiling much when she’s finished with you, so that’s OK.

Gymslip gynocracy

Yes, it’s another post dedicated to those diligent young scholars at St Mackenzies. In today’s world of smartphones and social media it can be hard for students to concentrate on learning but St Macs has wisely outlawed such distractions, leaving the young ladies free to expand their minds, get their kit off and improve their talents by interacting closely with their teachers and one another, with a lot of implied spanking.

In its latest Ofsted inspection, St Macs was rated ‘Perverted’, with low ratings for science subjects, the arts and social studies, achieving high ratings only for lesbian sex. In sporting contests against other girls’ schools, St Macs’ are known for insisting on the opposing team joining them for a pre-match shower, and then usually not emerging from the changing rooms until after the scheduled end of the match, leading to one or other team forfeiting. Despite this, the school prides itself in providing its pupils with the skills needed for a stellar career – and if proof is needed, no fewer than seven of the top ten Only Fans accounts are run by graduates from the institution.

It must be true, I saw it on a web site.

Spoken for

She’s already apologised to her sister on your behalf, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be going round to her place to apologise directly, too – and offer to make amends, of course.
Must be terrifying being tiny. Good thing there are big strong girls like her around to look after you.
Fishers of men.
Understandable that he wants to make sure, given that the two of them will be working so closely together every day, but sometimes a candidate arrives at an interview and just makes such a strong impression from the start that you know she’s going to get the job.

That’s the divine Heather, being contemplated in the scene above.

Many people don’t realise that in English, like very gendered languages such as Japanese, there are words that women can use that men cannot. But there are.
Sometimes an unexpected, spur-of-the-moment session can be best. One time, for instance, I was walking home late at night and clumsily bumped into one of a group of girls. Given no time to apologise properly, I was beaten up, kicked repeatedly in the balls and face, robbed, spat on and left penniless lying in a side-alley. When you think of all the emails and careful arrangements you’d need to do that with a pro-domme….