worm’s eye view – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

Securely married

Impressive she became so good at it, if she was a late developer.

She’s just trying to build trust.

Some restaurants just do that automatically, but I always think that doesn’t show enough respect for the owners. The lady might not want her gimp to stop being thirsty just yet. Admittedly, she can always just keep the mouth zipped, but it’s the principle of it.

It can be difficult. I often feel a bit let down when I’ve paid for a humiliation session and the domme doesn’t tell me anything I haven’t been told by almost every woman I’ve ever met. It’s not the dommes’ fault, poor things, I know they do their best.

She can be forgetful. Like that time she spent almost ten minutes trying to change the TV channel with his electric shock control. Good thing he was gagged or he’d have screamed the place down, because she was trying for Channel 84 – it has this rather good flower arranging competition; like Bake Off but for flowers. Sounds a bit dull but she likes it. She was ever so cross when she realised what a silly thing she’d done that caused her to miss the first ten minutes.

Lap dogs to a slip of a girl

It’s funny: in a few weeks he’ll probably be complaining it’s too hot, staked out there on a lovely summer day with the honey and sweat running off his skin and the ants tickling his face.

I tried a self-help book once. Apparently my feelings of inadequacy aren’t real. Oh right – so what have I been paying all that tribute for, over the years, then? Silly book.

Good thing she decided not to wash her hair, as she hates saying no to people.

A survey of the male employees found 82% of them consider the new dress code unbearably humiliating. Management are working hard to think of something they can do to respond: 18% of males not feeling constantly mortified is simply unacceptable in a truly inclusive workplace.

Just don’t leave your used jodhpurs lying around.

Careless talk

Time for a chivalrous gesture.

No regrets. What you never have, you cannot lose.

Oh dear. Let’s hope he’s not too rough with her.

Only a few. She has more.

Many stepdaughters find the arrival of a new parent uncomfortable. Looks like she’s found a way to deal with that discomfort; indeed transfer it to you.

Savage sirens

It’s your own fault: what you get for abusing her kindheartedness.

Good thing they had the bat with them. They usually bring it along on their walks, though – just in case it might come in handy.

…and so on. Sounds like it might become rather repetitive. I hope you don’t get too bored.

Don’t worry about the forced tofu-eating. Tofu has a slightly disgusting texture, but it’s pretty nearly tasteless – just absorbs the flavour of whatever liquid it”s been soaking in, basically. So whatever Raoul chooses to… yeah, anyway, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Oddly, though, the client she still calls ‘Mr Superglue’ became a regular, after he left hospital. Subs, eh? You think you know how weird they’re going to be but they’re always twice as weird again.

Her whip, her rules

It’s basically self-enforcing.

Males who spend their lives being obedient to a dominant female partner and carrying out her every command live longer, you know. Fact. They get beaten less often too.

Don’t worry, the first performance is just in front of a few special friends.

Hands out of your trousers first, OK? Don’t want to embarrass yourself.

Actually, you can have plans if you like. She really doesn’t mind one way or the other.

To misquote the immortal Bing Hitler (3.15 in): ‘A domme won’t sting ye, as long as ye don’t annoy her… but how dae I know what annoys a domme?!”

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…?

Her object all sublime

And they say romance is dead.

Remarkably, it’s still valid in the UK even after Brexit, as that Convention is not an EU instrument – indeed it predates it, having come into existence in 1953. Not particularly amusing, sexy or femdommy but actually true (see – you get a lot of useful information from this blog, as well as useless nonsense). You might wonder, therefore, whether she actually has any legal justification to ban the invocation of the Convention in session – but I advise you to take that up with her.

They have a standard service charge of 175% for pay-piggies. But you should tip, too.

Many men’s misconceptions about lesbian sex actually have a biological basis: specifically, their brains are too small to understand it.

It’s good that she gets a chance to practice in a safe environment, where it really doesn’t matter if anything goes wrong.

Extra one that I’ll push out there while it’s still a bit topical:

A total portrait with no omissions

The divine Ms Harry, for contemplation and worship.

Sometimes she’s in the mood for screaming and frantic pleading but right now she’s trying to enjoy her book, so just keep it down, hmm?

She can show you both heaven and hell – as, to be fair, can the priest but in a very different way.

See? Cruella’s not all about bleak post-industrial settings. This photo-shoot’s in a bleak pre-industrial setting and a refreshing change it is too.

Don’t you just hate being the third one on a date? I do – but she doesn’t seem to care.

Go on – not many kinksters get to live out their fantasies in reality.

Mine’s ‘maggot’, by a curious coincidence. But can readers of this blog keep that to themselves, please? You can’t be too careful these days. Fortunately my SO is the only one who knows the really important passwords, like the one for our bank account. I wonder what these two need yours for? Still… best not to argue.

Romantic disdain

Women… sometimes they want you to scream hysterically, cry and beg for mercy, sometimes it’s just ‘annoying’. My SO gave me 24 hard strokes with the cane yesterday and when I started shrieking and pleading frantically (on or maybe just before stroke number two, if I recall correctly) she told me she was ‘just not in the mood’. I mean, at that point I was committed, you know? It’s a physical thing for us guys… can’t just switch it off.

The frightening – truly terrifying – thing about assisting with any kind of competitive sport in OWK is that one of the Ladies has to lose. They often don’t take it with good grace, you know.

Needless to say, inflicting this sort of public BDSM play on passing strangers is not OK. And even worse when it’s in front of members of your family, as here.

The customer is always right.

The gimp hoods are going on in the later, private ceremony. When you and flappy-ears take your real vows.

Brought to heel

Hmm? Oh. Sure.

I don’t see why she would be so sure of that. Just on this occasion he’s the expert, after all.

It’s hardly their fault – boys break so easily, just when it’s starting to get fun.

The worst of it is, she realised when he got home that one of the dresses was the wrong size and he had to go straight back to the shop to exchange it. Someone must have put it on the wrong hanger – people can be so thoughtless and selfish, sometimes, can’t they?

That’s the thing about crush fetish play – it’s only fun for a short time.