Contemplating the divine – Page 166 – 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.

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?

Oh…say you do.

“Boots” is a surprisingly popular choice. You can also sell the right to choose, to someone else, then just take pot luck. Quite fun, if you’re feeling adventurous.

The picture is from The British Institution. It’s very British. I love it.

Oh well. It’s been deep-fried. How bad can it be?

Perhaps.

The lady is of course the magnificent Hunteress (also known as Cassie Canes), and the source is indicated on the watermark. Boris appears courtesy of SlavesForMovies Inc.

They also provide a complimentary paddle, by the minibar, and there’s a shackle in the bathroom. It’s those little touches that make the difference between simply staying in a hotel and having an experience there.

Sounds fair.

The caption for the picture above was loosely inspired by this rather excellent video on humiliation. You’ve probably already seen it, but if you haven’t I recommend it. The lady involved is…well, not exactly vanilla, but she’s not femdom particularly either, as this is one of a large series of talks about various sexual practices. But as well as talking about it, from time to time she simply slips in some actual verbal humiliation. For some reason, the fact that she does so in such a matter of fact manner, reading from a script with cheerful interest…even the fact that the scene keeps cutting, particularly when she reaches for an inhaler because she’s got a cold… all that, just adds to the humiliation for me. I think it’s lovely. Anyway, there’s a bit where she says you have to be “punished for being so bad in bed”, and the phrase has stayed with me… and perhaps always will.

Her kink is not your kink

Oh darling, don’t be such a prude! So you found my naughty little stash of snuff
DVDs? This is the 21^st
century, you know! I think the world’s
beginning to realise that women have fantasies, too, hmm? Even kinky ones. 50
Shades of Grey and all that?

So, did you watch any?
Didn’t you? Oh come on! Of course
you did! Which did you have a look at?

Oh wow, that’s one of my favourites. Did you watch the bit where they take the bag
off, and he’s all relieved and gasping because he can breathe again, and then
they put it back on and this time they tie a cord around his –

Oh for goodness sake!
Well of course it’s not real! If
you’d bothered to watch a bit more, you’d have seen the bit after the credits
where they take the bag off and they show you he’s still alive. He’s a bit blue at first but they slap him
around and after a moment, he comes to and his chest starts heaving up and down as he gasps in the air.
He’s fine – he’s a professional.
He’s probably done it loads of times.

Then I’ve got a few hanging ones – there’s one with
The Hangmistress. She’s really famous in
the industry – best rope-work around.
Because it makes all the difference, you know, whether they dangle there
and slowly choke, or the neck just snaps right there. It’s nice to take it slowly, but sometimes
you just want a nice sexy snap, you know?

Yes…that’s all fake too.
Of course it is! They have these
little interviews before in which the boys are chatting happily away about how
excited they are. They wouldn’t do that
if they knew they were about to be murdered, now, would they?

Oh – and there’s a really rare French one. With a guillotine! Goodness only knows how
they fake that. You actually see the
heads coming off. Very clever. And each boy gets to see what happens to the others, before they put him in, so he’s screaming and begging…mmm.

…you know, it’s actually kind of sexy that you thought
it was real? You just sitting there,
being all scared because you thought you were watching an actual murder! Thinking your little wife gets off to boys
being tortured and killed like that…

so, ermmm…

…so, how about popping one of those in the DVD and coming
over here, and we can watch it together, hmm?
No, not that one – I don’t think you’re ready for Barbara’s Barbecue. It’s
kind of hard core. Yeah, so’s Crucified by Co-eds. Have you got Plead for your life there? Brilliant, let’s watch that. And…how about you get naked and go down
between my legs, hmm? Just like the boy in the movie, who’s pleading for his life.

No of course I’m not going to tell you what happens! That’ll spoil the surprise. I’ll give you a clue, though – get ready to
lick really firmly in about 12 minutes.
Because I’m going to be coming pretty hard! And you wouldn’t want to disappoint your wife,
now, would you? You’ll see on the DVD
what happens to boys who don’t please their –

Oh stop panicking! I’m
just trying to get into it. Fantasy? Remember? Just fantasy? All
right, I won’t say anything. We’ll just watch. But hurry up and get down there, OK? She’s going to start winding the wire around his neck soon.

Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains

…and isn’t that great?

No. You’re not going far.

It’s useful to understand your partner’s hard limits. For example, my Significant Other is OK with most forms of play, but ‘disobedience’ and ‘answering back’ are real hard limits for her.

The lady is of course the divine Princess Kali, who manages to look sweet, and mean, and sweetly mean, all at the same time.

Czech has almost twenty different ways of saying “sorry”, you know. Which actually turns out to be quite useful.

Two OWK captions in one posting. Goodness. Servitor must be feeling in need of harsh treatment.

It’s a nice gesture, but what’s the betting she’ll decide she wants to use the belt this time? Women – eh?

A daily act of brutality

Unusually for me, a themed post. See if you can guess the theme.

All images taken from the public spaces of “The British Institution”, or tumblrs, not from behind the paywall to my knowledge.

Well worth a visit – once you’re in, you’ll find you can’t leave. Not for five years anyway, even with good behaviour.

http://www.thebritishinstitution.com

Entrapment

Just a short one…too long for a caption.

Well, she thought, that had gone even more smoothly than she
had expected. He’d practically begged her to tie him up. She wondered whether he’d
played kinky games like this before, with one or other of the women whose
existence she’d discovered using his phone at the weekend.

He can tell me all about it later, she thought, stretching
luxuriously. Every last detail.

She smiled, and poked him gently with the heel of one of the
kinky boots. They’d been a good investment anyway, even if she was going to
wear them only once. And the corset. Ridiculous,
uncomfortable things. In a moment, she’d go and take them off and come back
wearing something a lot more comfortable. She wondered whether that would be
the point at which he’d realise it wasn’t a kinky sex game?

Or maybe it wouldn’t finally sink in until he caught sight
of the tools she was planning to use on him.

Worm’s eye view

Do worms actually have eyes? Or a point of view? I know I’m not allowed one of those, not about anything that matters.

Ah well, on we go.

Oh well. Never mind.

This of course is Princess Kali, whose perfect balancing of sweetness and cruelty presses all the buttons I have. It’s the little tiara that always does it for me. Aaaahhh.

Oooh! Maybe Steve’s going to get a blowjob too? How exciting.

The lady in the picture is Ashley Edmonds. She’s fantastic. Don’t know who the males are. But who cares? Just males.

I can imagine being very polite. But I expect she’s right. She usually is.

Well, that’s very kind. She’ll stop being kind soon, don’t worry.

Domina Irene Boss, of course, whose boots I am not fit to lick (I mean, even more than those of most ladies).

Must be awful. Don’t you think?

Slavery, inequality, sorority

He might have his hair tugged less if he cuts it too. He looks like a bit of a sissy with hair that long, if you ask me.

The divine Ms Darla Kincaid.

Isn’t that sweet? Of course, they didn’t keep the ponies for long. They’re so expensive to keep. But they’ll always have that memory.

Don’t be jealous that she’s so much better in bed than you are. After all, you’re so much better at ironing than she ever was.

I think you just pushed her own limits. I don’t recommend that.

It’s silly to blame her for your own faults, now, isn’t it?

Bedside manner

Mr Isaacs? Oh hi –
I’m Suzie Brooks. I just wanted to come
and introduce myself, because I’m going to be your castration nurse this
afternoon.

Yes, well I just think it’s more friendly this way. You know – if the hands that are holding your
testicles don’t belong to a complete stranger!

No, that’s right, I’m certainly not a doctor. I’m a student nurse, actually! I’m being assessed on this afternoon’s
operation, so if you can – you know – say what a good job I did, that would
really help.

Oh god, no! You’re
not the first. I’ve done…oooh, let me see.
I think you’re the eleventh, actually.
I want to specialise in castrations, you see – I really love it. Hoping to get a transfer to the sissy ward.

Sorry – that’s just what we call it. You won’t say anything, will you? Thanks!

So, do you have any concerns about the operation?

Well, duh! I
mean apart from not wanting to have your balls cut off! Obviously!

I haven’t met a man who wanted it yet! I had this really angry guy last time –
serial rapist, apparently! Anyway, he
was straining at the bonds, and shrieking and yelling blue murder – what a business! Still, we got him done. One less rapist out there, eh?

Oh don’t worry, I know you’re not!
I read your file. Yes – it was
just sexual harassment in the office, wasn’t it? You told a sexist joke or something?

Well, OK. But she
thought it was sexist, obviously, and that’s what matters. Maybe
she over-reacted, I suppose. Some women
do. There’s always two sides to the
story, aren’t there? Still, better to
nip it in the bud now, just in case.

No – she’s not coming.
We invited her, of course. Most
complainants like to be there – they get to choose the exact moment when I
cut. It’s really annoying,
actually. I’m standing there holding the
balls in one hand, holding the handle of the elastrator in the other. And I have to wait until they say go… and
some of them take their time, I can tell you.
Slow countdowns, that kind of thing.
And that handle’s really highly sprung – basically I just have to loosen
my grip, and the two handles spring apart and the wire does the rest. Kind of like a cheese wire – you know?

Anyway, it’s a lot easier if the victim’s not there. I can just pop them off straight away. Nothing to it.

So…is there anything I can do to make you a bit more
comfortable? No, I’m afraid those have
to stay on. If we stretch the ball sack
like that for a few hours before, the cut’s a lot cleaner. Actually, the ward nurse will probably be
along in a moment to double the weight.
There’s only two hours to go, after all.

OK, then. Well, I’ll
be back in a couple of hours.

And… don’t forget what I said about the assessment, OK? I know it’s just a routine op, but…well, it’s
really important for me. Good firm grip,
straight into position with the elastrator in a nice smooth movement, not being put off by pleading, or by the
screaming when I cut – that’s the kind of thing they’re looking for, OK?

Great. Well here
comes the nurse with your extra weights.
See you later!

Dealing with feelings of sexual inadequacy

Here are some ladies who know exactly how to do that.

I find it quite hard to find condoms in my size, actually. I used to think it was because I was so unusually small, but actually a kindly pharmacist once explained to me that there are quite a lot of men this small – it’s just that they never get to have any sex, so there’s not much of a market for condom makers. That made me feel a lot better.

Actually, that sort of failure rarely happens to me. I usually find I can make women laugh, one way or another.

I wouldn’t recommend a visit to the Young Goddess site these days, unless you’re really into self-loathing, as the guy who ran it got religion and decided that all of this is sinful. Which of course, it is. Still…I guess that means he’s relinquished copyright on everything?

Sorry. Too embarassing a memory to talk about. Move on please, move on.

That Raoul. I’m sure he’s cheating on her. Last time, I bought eight condoms and when I came round the next day to clean up, I only found six that he’d used. Men can be such beasts…I don’t know what she sees in him.

She had to have the last one put down. He was just too yappy. It wasn’t an easy decision, though, and she made the mistake of looking back and catching his eye when she left him at the vet for the last time. A tear or two was shed that night, I can tell you, as she thought of him alone in his cage at the vet’s waiting for the lethal injection the next morning. But she’s sure it was for the best.

Quite a combination, there, Mistress T of Vancouver to the left, Goddess Lexi Sindel to the right, and Mistress Mina Thorne in the middle. [With thanks to commenters for one identification]

Devotional blackmail

I think they’re going to talk about it again.

Marriage is for life, you know. That can be quite short, though.

No, I don’t know either. Sorry.

Nice of her to help them like that, wasn’t it?

The lady in the picture is the awesome Syonera von Stryx, and I’m sure in person she’s nothing like a sadistic camp commandant’s daughter. Unless that’s what you’re looking for, of course, in which case no doubt she is.

Oh how tiresome.