wool fetish but youll be disappointed – Contemplating the divine

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

She’s right (obviously): pleading and crying in the hope of mercy is a complete waste of time.

There are some sick people out there… even reading this blog. It’s a creepy thought.

Even Mr Snuggly Bear was new once and remembers how hard that can be. But now he’s one of her favourites, so there’s always hope.

Don’t worry: it all turned out OK. The clinic were very understanding about it and managed to squeeze an extra op into their schedule.

Don’t worry, you’ll still be useful whatever position you end up in. A box is a box and she’s got a lovely tablecloth to go on top.

Just let her take the lead. And keep it.

* Fun fact! A later replacement member of Bananarama was openly into kink. Mistress Sidonia (Servitor kneels, forehead to the floor) has the story. The three goddesses in the video I linked above weren’t, so they probably just did their queening, pegging and mocking behind closed doors.

PS – Just to note again, if anyone missed my note on Tuesday’s post: that all updates to this site for 6 – 13 May, including all comments, alas, were lost following a computer glitch. You might think – I certainly thought – that this must have been my fault, because of technical incompetence and I should be punished. You’re not entirely wrong (even if you are male) as I am technically incompetent and should be punished, but this one was due to my hosting service, as I’ve just discovered now they’ve sent an apologetic email about the (system-wide) crash. I hope the males responsible are dealt with appropriately. Nonetheless, I apologise to people whose comments were lost.

Scarlet ladies

Come on – don’t hold back. If you’ve thought of… oh five or six bad things you might have done, just tell her all of them. What’s the harm? Couples *should* share things, so they learn to understand each other better.

No loss, really. You’d look silly on a golf course in your little dress, cap and apron, anyway.

Just for the avoidance of doubt: you should also do that if you *don’t* want to eat straw, now she’s said it.

Don’t worry, it’s not like she can control your thoughts. Just make sure you never express or act upon them, without permission.

Treasure did a convincing job of looking terrified. See if you can do the same when you wake up and they come back and start playing with you. They’ll appreciate that.

Doing femdom right

As an experienced femdom blogger, I get a lot of questions about how to do femdom right, because it’s so important not to do it wrong. Naturally, I have picked up a few things over the years (antibiotics can help, I find) and so I have occasionally published a few humble words of advice – to subs and, to my slappable shame, dommes.

Among the latter, one piece of advice stands out proudly, at an angle of almost 70 degrees to the vertical, swaying slightly and with a glistening thread of pre-cum dangling from its tip. I refer, of course, to Servitor’s Rule 18, which reads:

“Try to avoid sessions with clients who have really specific fetishes and can’t get off unless it is exactly right.”

The Internet continues to ignore my advice on this (as it does on many things, to be honest, such as whom to elect as President of the United States, the difference between the words ‘alternate’ and ‘alternative’ and the savings to be had from taking an annual subscription to Armpit Fetishist Monthly rather than buying each edition separately*) so here are some more examples of Rule 18 violations I have noticed, a few of them captioned.

It’s remarkable how quickly most dommes will terminate the email exchange if you simply ask “Can you provide your own falcon, or shall I bring one?”

It’s quite impressive because the three of them have never actually worked together as a team before.

She’s a pro but even she’s regretting agreeing to this in January. Brrr.

If this turns you on, then Your Kink Is Not My Kink. But then, if it was, in every respect, then you’d be writing this blog instead of me, wouldn’t you, and then what would I do?

Consensual, don’t worry. Neither safe nor sane but always consensual.

* No seriously: you can get 40% off. That’s a lot of dank, pungent goodness for your money.

Slap me with a splintered ruler

That would be quite ironic, if you think about it.

PS: still having some problems with the spam filter on comments. If you’ve been approved, you’ll be fine, if you’ve asked for approval, try again, you should be on the list.

Don’t worry, she’ll pass some of the money he’s paid on to you – after deducting expenses and her management fee, obviously.

Yet another lady who feels she has been left without any choice. I think she ought to have a bit more self-confidence, don’t you?

After almost a full day of the three-day trial was spent on vigorous cross-examination of the delivery boy, it won’t surprise you to learn there was an appeal for a mis-trial. The Appeal Court upheld her decision, after re-examining the delivery boy and testing the validity of his testimony at length.

It’s actually a very practical fetish to have, in a cold climate anyway.

Madame Katarina is very protective about that jacket – but she also dislikes the sight of male faces, although she’s learnt to just about bear them as long as they are puffy and crying.

Couples often have a hard time learning to accept one another’s pets. Perhaps a goldfish would have been easier.

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.