Category: whipping

She’s so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went

Another totally forgettable song from that pointless 80s guy, having his career saved by the goddesses in his videos.  Is it just me, or does the goddess annoyingly hidden by his left shoulder (reminder for male readers: his left is our right) at about 3.30 look like she’s thinking about something else?  And the goddess on the second row far left (our left, boys… not that difficult) just looks embarrassed throughout.


Oddly enough, if you really understood her plan, you wouldn’t be worried about the animal in the middle there, but about the teddy bear to the right. I don’t want to spoil the surprise – just consent, and you’ll find out soon enough.


There’s also ‘lucky dip’, where he gets to spin a wheel marked with the numbers one to five at the start of each week.  But – shhhh! – if his patroness wants that spin to result in a particular outcome… well, that’s doable, if you know what I mean.



Some people are like that – they’ll just drop everything if someone else asks.  She can actually be quite assertive, so don’t assume this is typical.  She’s no doormat.  He is, but that’s more a literal description than a judgement of his character.


Ungrateful little sod.  You’d think he’d be pleased to get out and stretch his… his… well, whatever part or parts of his anatomy are about to be stretched, I suppose.


Try to be worthy of the honour.



Savage elegance

… and elegant savagery too.  Both are good.

 

She’s being remarkably patient with you, but patience has its limits you know.

 

 

I’m not sure it’s entirely sensible to assign such an important task to someone who is obviously completely unqualified and inexperienced.  Those plants need just the right amount of water: too much and they drown, too little and they dry out.

 


He’ll have plenty of opportunity to think about it, which is just as well, given he is male.

 

 

Poor Treasure… I’m sure she is wracked with paroxysms of guilt.  Maybe she needs a kiss and a cuddle, hmm?
 

 

 

Girl talk… good thing the guys have got more important things to be getting on with, than sitting around listening to her prattle on.

Pretty woman don’t make me cry

What’s that?  Oh, I ticked ‘make me cry’ on the session negotiation form?  Oh yes, so I did.  Sorry, my mistake: go ahead then.

 

Just hand me the lipstick and stand aside, little lady.  I got this.



Very public-spirited of them to help out, I say.

 

You might worry that if she just gets high grades without effort, she might end up with no skills and in a low-wage dead-end career.  Don’t worry: she’s developing lots of skills and her future in a high-paying professional career is almost guaranteed.




What, did you think she just… I dunno… abducted guys and skinned them in her basement? You’ve been reading too much lurid fantasy.  Relax, OK?


I wonder why she went too far like that?  She’s supposed to be a professional.





 

 

 

 


A quick succession of busy nothings

More captioned images of ladies occasionally displaying daring glimpses of ankle, or elegantly-shaped necks.  Yes, it’s more hot chicks in empire-line dresses.  Just the sort of porn you come to the Internet looking for, right?  Right?

It’s what you’re getting today, anyway.  Lovelies in lingerie, leather and latex will reappear in future posts, don’t worry.  Well… these ladies are presumably wearing lingerie too.  Some kind of unmentionables, anyway.  You just don’t get to see them.



















Everything she wants, any way she likes, right now

She was beside herself with worry, the poor thing. Nothing to worry about now… for her to worry about, I mean.


It
might add to it, if anything.  But it’s nice when it finishes – or when
the weals heal, a week or so later, depending on the severity.

 

 

 

In the event, she realised of course that she didn’t actually want a slave with a bashed in face and a pulped, deformed nose, snuffling around the whole time.  So both of them ended up having to leave.  Funny how some people just don’t think things through, isn’t it?  Still, no real harm done and I guess she learned something.

 

 

 

Oh dear, that wasn’t a very tactful thing to say.  She’s not an unkind person, you understand; it’s just never occurred to her not to despise you.

 

 

 

If Kitten can’t have nice things, why should you have nice things?

 

 

 

For those of you who might have sleepless nights worrying about Kitten not being as happy as she deserves to be, all the time, I am delighted to share the following picture:

 

Isn’t that lovely?  Doesn’t it make the world a better place?  You can think of it every time you pay off the monthly installments of the loan – ten years, wasn’t it?  Lots of time to think of Kitten’s happy smile.  And she decided to keep the black one, too, for when she’s just not in a red car mood.

Now… Kitten has some ideas for other things she’d like to have.  Get a notebook: you can make a list.

 

 

*** UPDATED***

Kitten saw this and would just like you to know that she has always liked yellow best of all the colours.  

 


Come on now, don’t be mean…


 

 

 

Opinionated

The ‘any more’ is a bit of a stretch too, to be perfectly honest.


Safety first is the golden rule in a hard whipping scene of course: always remember to thank your domme politely or it can get quite nasty.

 

Nice to be the centre of attention for once, I suppose.

 

 

To be fair, I don’t actually known whether I’d be bad at sex or not, but as my SO so wisely says: why risk it?

 

 

Don’t worry: the safety-first rule applies here too.  She’ll make sure she puts the chain on the door and looks out through the spyhole before opening the door to a stranger, don’t you worry.


 

 

Describable agonies

Finally treated as a grown-up!  Looks like all that pleading and whining paid off.


So do I.  That’s why I run this blog.




See, the thing about chastity routines is all those little ‘fines’ and ‘extras’ can really add up.  I’m supposed to be on monthly release but sometimes I can go six months without, what with one thing or another.  And apparently asking what I am being fined for is ‘impertinence’ for which I get an additional three months !  Sometimes it just doesn’t seem fair, although I’m sure she intends it to be.




No, not that kind of cage.  The sort you live in.  Permanently, it would seem.  Interesting philosophical question: if a door is welded shut, is it still a ‘door’?  Something to think about, eh?  You’ll have plenty of time…



I was once told ‘be careful what you wish for’ in femdom but I’ve never really understood why.  I mean I fervently, desperately wish she’d stop whipping me, most days, or I wish in increasing frustration for sexual release.  Neither wish has the slightest effect, so I really don’t see the harm in it.

Took my hand and so unkindly

 …cut me down with words so cruel

 

Many men just don’t appreciate how painful high-heeled shoes can be.

 

 

 

 

There’s a place near me that does them ready-stomped.  Very wide range of toppings too.

  


I hope her arm’s not getting tired, the poor thing.  I think someone’s doing all the work in this relationship.

 

 

She has great influencing skills.

 

Yes, but apart from that…?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Asexual gratification

Phwoah!

 

 

Why not both?

 

 

Busy busy.  Still, at least when he’s screaming under the relentless high-paced whipping, he can console himself with the thought that it’s not as bad as he’ll be getting later from Madame Sarka.  We so rarely just pause to count our blessings – don’t you agree?

 

 

Ah, young love.  I remember my first really vigorous reaming as if it were yesterday.

 

She might say that she’s not really into the weird femdomination stuff, but actually she could probably be persuaded to try a little chastity play too – or even rather a lot of it.