whip – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

Twas the night before Christmas

… when all through the night
not a penis was stirring,
all locked up quite tight.

Look, she said it, not me – OK readers? I respect and cherish each and every one of you. But she doesn’t.

The divine Mistress Eleise. You might have seen her here once or twice before, I suppose.

You’ll look back with longing at this, come summer, when she’s whipping you up a hot gravel track under the merciless sun.

1.2 seconds of pure bliss. But, you know, it’s not just Christmas that comes but once – oh, hang on.

I used to suffer from low self-esteem. But then I just decided to enjoy it instead.

And the divine Divine Mistress Heather, too.

He should pay attention to this blog over the next few days.

The latest femdom captions

Apologies for the dull title. But I have noticed that by far the highest viewing figures on this blog are for posts with titles like “More femdom captions”. Anyway, I’m running out of 80s lyrics…

Nothing like hot coffee to wake you up.

It’s a living.

Yes. I’ve been quite disappointed, just how open-minded many of my friends have been about my SO beating me. “About time too” was the usual comment.

She means it about the running. Don’t you dare dawdle.

Like many men of kink, I do find I have to pay for most of my fantasies to be acted out. However, I think I can honestly say that all of my unpaid sexual encounters have turned into really strong humiliation sessions, one way or another. I guess I’m just lucky like that.

Love is…

… savage and cruel and it shines like destruction.

Or at least, I’ve always found it to be so.

I usually deal with it by shrieking like a little girl, thrashing helplessly against the bonds and frantically begging for forgiveness. I guess everyone has their own way, huh?

She shouldn’t worry about a thing. He’s really good at toppling over onto his side.

Yes, I suppose that would be very special.

Well, that’s a bit last-minute isn’t it? Honestly – that Raoul! He does make me cross sometimes, he really does.

Letting daylight in on industrial light and magic.

Respectful silence

…

Get ready… they’re rough.

It adds a bit of tension to an otherwise dull game.

Very wise.

Oooh.

Of course, there’s always a risk in catching up with old schoolfriends, that they’ll make you feel bad by being, like, waaay more successful. But really, when your future’s the butcher’s hook, there’s no point in drawing fine distinctions, I say.

Esclavage, inégalité, sororité!

OK, so it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as the original. But happy Bastille Day, anyway!

My favourite verse, lightly adapted:

Grande Déesse! Par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De viles despotesses deviendraient
Les maîtresses de nos destinées !

Francophony or not, we can surely all celebrate a day named after a dark and gloomy dungeonlike prison in which unspeakable tortures took place, and even the Marquis de Sade (surely worth celebrating in our community, despite his peculiar ideas about which sex should whip the other) was imprisoned, so –

What’s that? Bastille Day celebrates the liberation of the prisoners? Oh dear me, we can’t be doing with that. Bloody French; get everything backwards. Never mind, forget it, relâchez-vous!

Marchons! Marchons!

She’s always had a kind generous nature like that. One of those people who loves doing favours for her friends, you know?

Good thing you clarified that. It’ll be all right now.

Imagine not being turned on by the thought of whipping! Some people are so weird.

You had one job.

Isn’t that romantic?

Devotional abuse

I’m sure she’s very fair-minded.

The wonderful Eleise de Lacy, whom I had the immense privilege of meeting a few months ago. As extraordinary, beautiful and creative in person as she seems in the brilliant Femme Fatale videos.