verbals – Contemplating the divine

Securely married

Impressive she became so good at it, if she was a late developer.

She’s just trying to build trust.

Some restaurants just do that automatically, but I always think that doesn’t show enough respect for the owners. The lady might not want her gimp to stop being thirsty just yet. Admittedly, she can always just keep the mouth zipped, but it’s the principle of it.

It can be difficult. I often feel a bit let down when I’ve paid for a humiliation session and the domme doesn’t tell me anything I haven’t been told by almost every woman I’ve ever met. It’s not the dommes’ fault, poor things, I know they do their best.

She can be forgetful. Like that time she spent almost ten minutes trying to change the TV channel with his electric shock control. Good thing he was gagged or he’d have screamed the place down, because she was trying for Channel 84 – it has this rather good flower arranging competition; like Bake Off but for flowers. Sounds a bit dull but she likes it. She was ever so cross when she realised what a silly thing she’d done that caused her to miss the first ten minutes.

Punitive pleasures

She’s right, of course.

She puts a lot of effort into giving feedback and making sure the overall messages of the review are clear. So you’ll get a lot out of it. She appreciates obsequious upward feedback too.

I expect Cruella’s employees get plenty of feedback. As do unpaid employees or random passing gawkers at their photoshoots, I imagine.

Another lady with an interest in giving clear feedback. Shame Harold won’t have much chance to learn from it for next time.

I asked my domme once how she managed to switch from non-stop verbal humiliation and contempt to chatting in a friendly way at the end of the session. She just smiled and said she’s a good actress, but she’d probably run out of ideas if it went for more than five minutes or so. Which I didn’t really understand because we’d had a two hour session but it was time for me to go, so I never got the chance to ask.

Hmm… Looks like you’re not going to get a chance to impress her with that dazzling wit. Or anyone. Oh well, win some lose some. You did win some, right? I mean, at some point in your life?

Pretty woman don’t make me cry

What’s that? Oh, I ticked ‘make me cry’ on the session negotiation form? Oh yes, so I did. Sorry, my mistake: go ahead then.

Just hand me the lipstick and stand aside, little lady. I got this.

Very public-spirited of them to help out, I say.

You might worry that if she just gets high grades without effort, she might end up with no skills and in a low-wage dead-end career. Don’t worry: she’s developing lots of skills and her future in a high-paying professional career is almost guaranteed.

What, did you think she just… I dunno… abducted guys and skinned them in her basement? You’ve been reading too much lurid fantasy. Relax, OK?

I wonder why she went too far like that? She’s supposed to be a professional.

Harsh unreality

Many women are actually very good at verbal humiliation play without even realising it, in my experience.

Don’t forget to shout out your safeword if it all gets too much. Fire ant play can be quite intense.

He reports to the Chief Prison Inspector for the region, who in turn reports to his wife – whose lover by curious chance, is the Governess of this facility. But they are all scrupulously independent.

Sookie was doing well this month: got to day 3 without any class 1 faults. That’s a record.

It might be a while – she has a very high tolerance for pain.

(Oh, and I just thought you might like to see a picture of the Prime Minister of Finland.)

Actually, speaking of politics (as fetish porn blogs so often will), the British Tory party has another opportunity to opt for the smack of firm government and elect Penny Mordaunt. Let’s hope they know what’s good for them this time.

But I got what I deserved

Tried to hurt me but now I know.

Kinksters can sometimes be over-sensitive about when something might be considered ‘public play’. Sometimes a slap in the face is just a slap, after all and sensible bystanders will realise that.

It never did matter much, to be honest, even before I started wearing the thing.

Oh, she shouldn’t worry. Nothing creepy about enjoying the sight of an elegant pair of ladies’ shoes. Or the taste of them, for that matter.

Thank goodness for that. Words can cause real pain – as can bullwhips, too, obviously.

The thing about schoolgirls is not letting them know you’re afraid of them. Make that mistake once and you’ll be doing a lot of homework for other people, believe me.