whip – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

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.

And afterwards… especially afterwards.

Hmmm. What a bit of luck to catch you cheating on her just as she was next to a shop selling whips!

Just one less thing to worry about.

You’d better.

Sexual discrimination

When only the very best is good enough.

Its nice when a man can get involved in his girlfriend’s hobby, don’t you think?

Oh! Oh! Here’s one! How many blondes does it take to whip an impertinent male until he’s crying helplessly for mercy? Hmm?

It’s better to give than to receive.

S&M in mainstream advertising… always a pleasant find.

More unpleasant things

…of the usual sort.

Don’t worry, she always reaches orgasm eventually. She won’t give up.

(The lovely, Divine, Mistress Heather.)

If you pay extra, she’ll do tease and denial too. That’s where she asks you if you’d like to come, before telling you to fuck off.

Actually, she does get occasional complaints. But they’re always retracted, with a heartfelt apology, before the end of the session.

Technology… oh dear. As if I wasn’t already obsolete enough.

In space, no one else can hear you scream.

Submissions

Yum yum.

…but the price goes up the less time there is to go.

Phew. Just in time, eh?

Hmmm. Kurt’s night-night “kisses” can taste a bit disgusting, to be honest. If only I were still allowed to kiss him on the lips.

Yes, I should be thankful for small mercies. They are the only sort I get.

Shiny things

Can’t argue with that.

No, not so long. 30 seconds, tops.

It’s certainly something like that.

etc

Leaves a bitter taste.

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.