whip – Page 11 – Contemplating the divine

Back to his place

That seems very cruel. My own SO is much kinder – she’s got me on a diet consisting almost entirely of fatty bacon sandwiches and chocolate cake! Yum. She wants me to take up smoking too. She’s thoughtful like that.

There’s actually a Lifetime Achievement category at the annual snuff movie awards, but strangely no-one’s ever claimed it.

Well… OK. As long as she listens to his
concerns this time. Last time, she decided she needed to pee right in
the middle of the conversation and I think he never got to say
everything he intended.

There you are, you see? Now why did she let him get like that? Too soft on him, that’s what she is.

This blog doesn’t often feature dominant males, so say hi to Master Rod. You won’t be seeing him often, but maybe he’ll be brought out to play from time to time.

Domme-splaining

And don’t worry if you find yourself crying at night, miserable, love-lorn and alone, OK? Cos she’s fine with that too.

You don’t want to be one of those men that just satisifies his own sexual desire and leaves her unfulfilled, do you? No? Didn’t think so. Up you get, then. Don’t forget to scream on the way down.

I used to have this problem of my sessions being over too quickly. So I complained to my domme and now we have this system whereby my session officially ‘starts’ 23 hours before I actually arrive. I get a 10% discount off the usual hourly rate too, so it’s a good deal really.

So many new things to understand in this relationship. The dictionary’s a big help. So’s the shock collar, of course.

What a lovely spanking bench. Don’t you think?

Hyperaggressive femininity

Sometimes, it’s not the joke but how you tell it. I can always get my SO to laugh in session by telling a long joke, as long as I’m screaming and pleading hysterically for mercy as I try to get the words out.

Sorry about the joke, by the way. Works better with nuns… one of the few things that does.

Oh well. Potentially there’s reincarnation to look forward to, I guess.

Typical woman. Why not just discuss it straight away? So much more efficient.

That’s not strictly accurate. He actually can complain. As much as he likes really.

Reminds me of the way my SO ‘helps’ me with the housework sometimes,

He works if you hurt him

So keep coming back.

I expect there’s some good news as well. Just not for them.

You’re about to find out what happened to all the other pizza delivery boys, by the look of it.

The worrying thing is that there’s at least 900 strokes of the cane due from missed weekly whippings. Still, plenty of time. He’s only 58 years old… or is it 57?

And the really good bit of the scheme is he gets to ask for another ticket to be drawn as often as he likes. Or as often as she likes.

She’s got a point there, actually. And did you know that a cloth and a dab of polish will get boots much cleaner than even eight hours of careful tongue-work? It’s true. We could get the whole femdom thing done a lot quicker if we just took more advantage of modern technology.

Her husband; her rules

It’s only fair, right?

She can certainly make you less happy in the days and years to come, should she choose to do so. Thoroughly miserable, in fact. So in that sense, today is indeed the high point.

Sounds exciting! Some sort of wet ‘n’ messy play, I imagine?

Yes, you really must stay to comfort her. It can’t have been easy for her, losing three husbands in a row like that.

I don’t usually link to tumblrs but I will give a shout-out to Strict Widow, as I love the concept and I’m using it quite a lot for material!

Ah – a caption turning on the finer points of English grammar. One for the Editor Domme, there.

While we’re on the subject of tumblrs… Just remember you’re apostrophe’s if you comment on her site, for gods sake, OK?

Dominant males quite often feature in this blog, actually. You can’t always tell the difference between them and the subs, but believe me, when I post a picture of some male under female control, with hands secured and cock firmly locked away or absent, it’s often a male dom formerly known as “Master Roger” or some such.

…and here‘s an extra one, without words.

I was so upset that I cried

… all the way to the chip shop

(trigger warning: video is unrelated to the subject matter of this blog, although I suppose those with a really really strong cuckoldry and insult fetish might just about find something in it).

And she’ll hold on to that very special key, just to make specially sure.

It’s true, actually. There’s nothing that drives away mild discomfort quite like agony.

A bit foolish, really. She could easily claim pro-domme rates for acting as his slavemistress and then where would he be?

I eventually got round to asking my wife whether my performance in bed was OK or not. I was a bit worried, but actually she was very nice about it. Said it was so long ago she’d completely forgotten after all these years and why would it matter to anyone anyway? I was so relieved.

Silly wasting money on a bus when it’s only eight miles anyway. Think how good you’d feel putting the bus fare into the fur coat fund instead. Every little helps.

The agony and the ecstacy

Well, she seems very nice. Many dommes would be quite angry in such a situation. Up you get.

She needs the money to get into the scene, that’s all. Don’t worry – she’s genuinely turned on by fat middle-aged men rubbing against her like that. That’s why she does it.

She owns a plumber too, which could come in handy if she decides to install you as a toilet slave.

I think Emily will be able to tell exactly how very, very sorry you are in just a short while.

Yes, I rather suspect she does.

I’m so hot for her, I’m on fire for her

yet she’s so cold. And so’s the tub of cream in the bathroom cabinet, if she’ll only let me out of this corner to go and get some. Please, Mistress. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

It’s not about you, do you see?

Actually, you can fit a sub in either way round. She’s just got it wrong, that’s all. Made an embarassing, stupid mistake. Do you want to tell her, or shall I?

I could add a caption here, but what does my opinion matter anyway?

It’s important to understand the power dynamics of your bdsm relationship. Frankly, that’s important at any time, but it’s particularly important when you’re naked and dangling helplessly from the ceiling.

It’s good she’s decided to treat you as an adult, for once.

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.