whip – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

My sweet lady

…. by George Harrison. Pirate version, obviously. * Extra bonus post today! Me hearties!

It’s odd – when she takes the elderly gentlemen’s blood pressure and heart rate, the readings always come out higher than when one of the male nurses take them. They use the same equipment so it can’t be anything to do with that… it’s just one of those little mysteries.

It’s a good thing she was there to step in. Normally, when she’s off sick, L just leaves them a message to find a pair of sneakers and sort themselves out.

If we’re talking about bad influences, personally I happen to think that Karen is a bad influence on her… but no one listens to me.**

Others just think it’s rather fun… kind of a conversation piece.

Sometimes love needs a helping hand.

* Today being ‘International talk like a pirate day‘! I celebrated this day once before by putting up an entire post of captioned femdom images of lovelies talking like pirates, with a lot of emphasis on being boarded through yer rear porthole, matey etc. Forgetting of course that individual images get copied, tumblred, shared and generally distributed around the Internet without context. An Internet that, not unreasonably, reacted by declaring these the worst captioned femdom images ever created. So I won’t be doing that again… there’s ‘good’ humiliation and then there’s the other kind. So, just the usual perfectly normal captions today. Yo ho ho!

** I write captions all the time and select images from my vast archive*** when I put up a post. Consequently, many of these images were captioned years ago. For some reason, I frequently settled on ‘Karen’ as the name of an off-screen more vicious friend of whichever divine goddess is speaking. Anyway, that was before Karen became ‘Karen’ OK? Let’s hope that particular fad passes and let’s hope most fervently that it never, ever also catches ‘Janice’ in its memetic claws.****

*** No, really. I have about 1600 unpublished ones right now. That’s three years’ supply. Ha! They said he was running out of captioned images; they said he was running out of ideas… They were half right.

****Or ‘Raoul’.

Abject pleasure

Any prisoner being mistreated has the right to protest about it, too. As much as he likes.

Shame really… if the two of you were gay, you could save a lot of money by doing this voluntarily instead and not paying her to force you.

The lovely Goddess Snow, who makes the most wonderful tease videos in which she induces uncontrollable erections by… well, by existing really.

It’s complicated. To be honest, I don’t quite understand it myself. But she assures me there is a very good reason and I don’t like to argue.

I do occasionally wonder – especially when bent over and quivering in fear while being caned – what life would have been like if I’d had a different sexual fetish. Plushies for instance. That must be really easy.

I’m told I have a very punchable face. I can confirm that.

Liasons dangereuses

Urban foxes maybe? We used to have urban foxes, round where I lived in London. They used to steal so many things: shoes, certainly. They’d even take the panties and bras off the clothes lines of my neighbours… Yeah. Nasty little beasts. Agile too, to leap up high enough to reach the clothes line.

No, no: don’t get up.

Actually, it’s not quite true that she doesn’t care about your feelings. Truth be told, she enjoys the thought of your misery. But she’s too kind to admit it.

That’ll teach her.

It’s a pretty effect, isn’t it? Makes a change from the usual striping.

Ooh!

It’s as far as I can take it.

Do you think you could ask him to slow down for just a moment while I write the captions under the pictures? No? OK, well, I’ll do my – ouch, that was a deep one! – I’ll do my best.

Sounds like someone’s having a bad day. Who’d have thought being sissy maid to a sadistic perfectionist would be so difficult?

Trick question. You need a lot more and she’s waiting for you to tell her that. It’s a Mars/Venus thing, just go with it.

Her sister rebelled against the whole female supremacy thing. Lives with a guy in Brighton and she lets him have his own pocket money and she even helps out occasionally with the housework. Still, each to their own.

What a very sharp observation.

Fair maidens, faint hearts

I find it’s always easier to tell the truth. The aftermath is sometimes extremely difficult.

I have my pride. At least, I did. Hang on…it’s got to be here somewhere.

By a curious coincidence, I got the cattle prod for ‘last night’ the very second day of my marriage.

I get quite excited about this sort of thing.

I heard Jason was having an operation so I sent flowers and my best wishes for a full recovery. Well, you never know, he might.

Fantastic terrors never felt before

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Worst fudge ever? Of course, I’d want to stay out of Devon.

I think it’s sad, to see magnificent beasts penned up in dark underground enclosures, like that. They should be free to roam the snow-covered fields.

Mistress Courtney and, erm… another goddess and two maggots, there.

It’s a good point, actually: I do like paella. So, I suppose I have to be whipped. Damn – I hate it when she uses logic on me!

There are other extras. Not as many as there were, but there’s an endless supply waiting patiently outside the studio door.

Her whip, her rules

She could well be right. Early on in our relationship, my SO visited a therapist who told her to try dealing with her feelings frustration by beating the living daylights out of me. Worked.

You get health benefits too – mostly regular exercise and a healthy diet.

I guess we’re both disappointed about the whole situation.

That’s a museum ship, by the way: HMS Belfast. Worth a visit, if you’re in London, but the guns obviously can’t fire any more and all the seamen left a long time ago.

The lovely Mistress Sidonia, of course. Oddly enough, I understand she began her career as a submissive, but she has amply paid back the male sex in the years since.