Contemplating the divine – Page 152 – Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.

She’s electric

A different format. Though I’ve done something like this once before.

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?

New job

So, that’s that! Last
session. Hope you enjoyed it.

Hmm? No – I’m giving
up the business completely, I’m afraid.
Got another job!

You know about this new programme they have for convicted
rapists? Hard labour and corporal
punishment – well, it’s just like the
job, isn’t it? They even keep them in
chastity belts.

So I saw an ad for prison guards and I thought ‘why
not?’ I didn’t think they’d really want
a pro-domme, but I had an interview and then they gave me a rapist to work on –
you know, show what I could do. I really
enjoyed it, actually. Just brought home
to me how much I hate pandering to you lot – dressing up like this, not really
hitting hard, safewords, all that. So I really went for it.

And they said it was great! Later on, when he had his apology
session with his victim, they said they’d never seen anyone begging for mercy
so frantically. Didn’t do him any good –
she gave him the maximum additional years.
Apparently they always do.

So yeah, I start next Tuesday. No more pro-domme, no more
clients.

Hmm? No, I don’t want to stay in touch. If that’s all right.
It was always just business. You know?
There are plenty more dommes. You just have to accept that you’re not
seeing me again.

Well yes, I suppose we would see each other again if you rape someone! But really, you do not want to meet me like
that. You wouldn’t believe how much more
it hurts when I really mean it.

Oh – and rape is not a joking matter. Rather a bad note to end on, don’t you think? But then you always were a bit of a tosser. Now fuck off.

Yeah, you too. Bye. Stay out of trouble.

The role of the divine Goddess Heather in this story was played by, errr, Divine Goddess Heather, appearing in a Femme Fatale Films photoshoot.

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.

Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure. Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

Details, details. Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?

These details matter to her. So now they matter to you.

A very fair point. On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost. Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.

Like lovers do

Sex..?. Don’t talk to me about sex. I tried it once – not tryin’ that again. Nearly got me ‘ead stuck!
Joke copyright Alexei Sayle.

It’s wilful impertinence on your part. So’s being too early, obviously.

Scurry scurry scurry…

Don’t worry. She’s quite sweet, really. When she’s not in a bad mood.

In space, no one can hear you sigh with hopeless romantic infatuation…

At this moment, you mean everything

You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh, come on Eileen..pleeease.

It’s good to be fit. You get to be flogged further, before collapsing.

Oh, OK. And I suppose my opinion counts for nothing, here?

Good thing you have an ironing fetish! You don’t? Oh. Oh well.

Shall I compare thee to a… errrr… purple cucumber? Thou art more knobbly and thy veins pulse with lust…

One of my virtual girlfriends is programmed to find out about the others, and ridicule me.

Actually, that’s not true. I can’t keep a virtual girlfriend for long. They always reject me. So unkind…

Too late to reconsider

(no one’s gonna wanna know yer… trigger warning: vanilla video unrelated to femdom)

It took him ages to get her interested in golf, you know.

Men can be such drama queens. Getting upset over the littlest things.

Oh, OK. As long as I know. Thanks.

What a sad little caption. Sad little servitor wrote it.

Press them but not mount them.

Penile servitude

Aooooarrrahhh-oooo, eeehhhhuuuh!

I’m sure we’ve all been there.

That’s true, actually. I mean, I certainly don’t experience pain the way my Significant Other does. I experience it a lot more frequently, for a start.