whip – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

Golden rule

Ohhh-kay! So did you
all hear what he just said, girls? Can
you remember what that’s called?

That’s right – the safeword. And when we hear the safeword what do we do?

That’s right. We stop. We stop immediately, OK? Always. NO exceptions. This is the most important thing we’re going to cover today – when you hear the safeword you stop. Period.

I mean, if this was a real session, with a regular paying client, that is. Obviously, it doesn’t matter when it’s only Trevor.

But normally – if it wasn’t Trevor – what we’d be doing right now is talking to him about what he’s finding difficult in the session, right? I mean, it’s probably that he can’t stand the pain of the whip any more, but we don’t know that, OK? Always check.

So – I’m going to keep on whipping him now, but just
remember – in a real session, I wouldn’t be doing this, not without checking
he’s OK with it.

Right, now I’m going to
start working from the other side. Watch
what happens when the tip catches one of the older welts.

This was the delightful Mistress Mina Thorne, in a photoshoot for Men Are Slaves.

And just for the record: this is just a silly fantasy, OK? No one was subjected to any non-consensual pain in the making of this blog post. Well… except Trevor, obviously.

Feeling her pain

…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.

Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules. I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all.

It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time. She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long. Not a problem.

Thank you. Ahhh.

That sounds very fair.

Glad to be of service. It’s the highlight of my month, actually.

Sometimes I get a funny pain

Please help me in my agony, dear Jane, dear Jane, dear Jane.

Actually, you only booked an hour and half. So that’s an extra half hour free! Guess you won that one, huh?

Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m going to beg for it.

Ymmmnneh Mnnntrrrcch!

If you can’t choose, just take a few. She’ll choose. Or maybe she won’t.

I’m sure when Suzie comes, this whole silly misunderstanding will quickly be resolved.

If it is there it is here – but not vice-versa

A few weeks back, several of you were kind enough to comment on a post of mine asking advice about publicising this blog. I have now set up a Tumblr version of the blog, at http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/.

Many thanks especially to Total Discord and an anonymous commenter who suggested doing this.

However, if you’re reading this here there is little point in going there. I have set up automatically to update when I post to this blog, but Tumblr requires that posts are categorised as photos, text and so on. So a mixed post of this sort does not go up. I have the automatic update set to ‘photo’ so every time I post here the first captioned image will be on Tumblr, but nothing else: not the other images and no text. A story using photos (like the recent Anne in Space) will be rather incomprehensible, as it would just consist of an uncaptioned picture of Anne wearing a spacesuit. Which is very nice, obviously – almost as nice as Anne not wearing a spacesuit – but not really what I intended. I’ll also queue up some old captions, posted here long ago, to keep the Tumblr ticking over. But anyway, there will be nothing there that has not already been posted here, so you’re in the right place already! Well done, you.

On with the show:

Very wise precaution.

Isn’t it just? Fast Show reference, obviously, for UK viewers.
No? I’ll get me coat…

Leave the back door open and lock the front. That’s what my mother always used to say, anyway.

Oooh – exciting! I wonder what she’s planning for those crucial last few seconds? (Actually, of course, I already know but let’s just say I don’t want to ruin the surprise).

New dommes – don’t try this at home! No, hang on. Let me clarify: if you want to get drunk in session, do try it at home. Not down the pub.

You can get more with a kind word and a whip…

… than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.

Disappointed? Well.. maybe a little.

He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.

Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now…

Woof.

I’ll confess, I don’t often last the full twenty seconds. But she’s not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.

Hurtful things

…and he’s good for relieving my… tension!

Oh well. At least you no longer have all that awful responsibility of making sure you’re keeping within the distance. You can be fairly sure it’ll be no more than four feet. Always.

I don’t want to think about this.

Fucking off is something I’ve always been really good at. All the girls would agree.

We used to talk about my cock quite a lot, in the early days of our marriage. But ‘gorgeous’ wasn’t one of the words she used.

Arbitrary power

It’s the best sort.

It’s the personal touch that counts.

The awesome Hunteress, also known as Mistress Cassie. But you knew that!

Summer on the roof, winter in the cellar…and you get to see how she lives in the rest of the house twice a year, when you go up or down.

It’s worth taking the time to get these things right.

Don’t worry – you won’t have the apartment to yourself for long. It’s not like you’re her only slave.

One form of castration is much the same as another, I reckon. Just get on with it – that’s what I say.

You can get more with a harsh word and a whip

… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.

And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway.

I wonder what’s in the box?

Very practical.

Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come.

She has my attention already.

Servitor says: new widget! Try the new lucky dip feature, over to the right there.

Intersectionality

That’s today’s new word! (And it begins with ‘i’!).

Apparently, ‘intersectionality’ refers to multiple overlapping systems of domination and oppression, and can be best described through a ‘matrix of domination’! Sounds like fun, huh?

I’m going to get me on one of them gender studies courses, right away. I could enter this blog as my thesis… although I expect some narrow-minded academic would probably consider it to be politically incorrect.

Oh well. Let’s have some pictures of sexy young women posing for the camera and holding fetish objects in a threatening way, shall we? Nothing politically incorrect there.

Actually, I think you’re on precisely the right side of the river. Why would you want to go anywhere else?

Actually, it’s simpler than that. He hasn’t left the aircraft – and he won’t.

If you can’t keep twenty-eight simple vows, then what on earth are you doing getting married, hmmm?

Sometimes it’s worth all the screaming and begging for mercy just to have made the point of priciple though, isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Oh, I have no problem with authority at all. Not when it looks like Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

She has a new website, you know. Hooray! It’s because she’s moved to Canada. Nooooooo! Western Canada! Aaaaaargh! Vancouver. I don’t even know where Vancouver is! But it’s far.

Fatale attraction

Normal service is now resumed. And I can use the letter ‘i’ and everything.

Impalas! Intrepid! Vicissitude! Inimitable! Mississississississipipipipitipie!

Oh god, that felt good.

On we go.