Contemplating the divine – Page 167 – 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.

Rewards and punishments

Sometimes it’s difficult to tell them apart, don’t you think?

And thanks to rote learning, they know a lot of very long poems in Norwegian, word-perfect, off by heart. Sadly, they don’t know what any of those words mean.

The wonderful, severe (and wonderfully severe) Cassie Hunter, or “The Hunteress”.

Do you sense she might be losing interest in the sexual side of this marriage?

Don’t worry. She’ll have time to get away, when the acid starts gushing out. Even in those high heels – she’ll be fine.

Oh well.

I don’t know the original source (something about it says “German” to me…), but I got this from the She is in charge tumblr.

[Edited: Paltego in the comments has kindly pointed out that this is Lady Ramirez, to be found at www.ladyramirez.com. So – at least we know who she is. As for the other… well we know he’s not Dave (or was it Dennis?) but otherwise the field’s wide open.]

Having your mouth full most of the time will probably help prevent you forming deep emotional attachments too.

A service of worship

More femdom captions…captioned images of female domination. Dominatrix… or Herrin, Maitresse, Dominadora or Padrona. That sort of photos: of cruel dominas, dommes, mistresses and their male slaves, submissives, subs.

(Yes, I know you know all of that already. But search engines don’t, poor lambs).

Or indeed speak.

You see, it’s not actually a mail-order bride service. It’s for mail-order husbands.

She’s obviously know. Most of the girls in the office know all about your, ermm… little problem.

He doesn’t take up much room.

Just a little light spanking. Then the heavy paddle. So much more fun, on the front.

Lifestyle management

These ladies can do that for you, if you like. Or indeed, even if you don’t.

Nun femdom - lets see what Google makes of this

It’ll be all right. You should be able to avoid the more painful penances as long as you haven’t been having sinful thoughts.
You haven’t… have you?

Particularly as you’ll not be staying in the same hotel as them.

Hope he has a diaper fetish…because she’s a bit incontinent these days. Still – not many of us get a chance for real 24-7 slavery to a dominant woman, eh? Lucky beggar.

You sit on the edge of the engine, with your trousers down around your ankles, and just wait for the fun to start.

Oops.

Worshipping graven images

Actually I don’t know if these images have been ‘graven’. To be completely honest, I don’t really know what ‘graven’ means. But occasionally I like to hearken back to the title of the blog with a religious reference.

And isn’t it amazing, if you go googling phrases relating to punishment and humiliation, looking for bdsm porn (as we do), how most of the vanilla sites you find are religious? Hmmm… something to be explored there, I’d suggest.

But not in this blog. On we go.

And you’ll do.

Well? Have you?

This is the divine Goddess Heather. Have I featured her image before, for you all to worship? Well yes, I think I might have done once or twice.

She shouted at me once, across the floor of a club, you know. Treasured memory…

Poor Simon. It must be very difficult for him. Almost as difficult as it’s going to be for you.

Actually, there are other ways to make the swelling go down. But amputation is easily the best. Don’t worry – they’ll fit you with a prosthetic replacement.

A lot of men don’t realise that when they’re married, they’re expected to discuss things a lot more. Such as discussing why they’re late home, discussing why the ironing wasn’t done to her satisfaction, discussing whether he can stand up or must remain on his knees for a bit longer – that kind of thing. It’s all about communication.

Boys will be toys

Yet more captioned images of female domination. What else were you expecting? Dancing kittens?

But don’t ask her to buy you any long trousers. You know she won’t.

She’s going to be applying some science.

It’s all right. She’ll take it nice and slowly.

This is the divine Mistress Vixen.

You’ve only yourself to blame. You gave her the job – remember? I can’t imagine why. She’s rubbish at cleaning.

It’s not as if Raoul would be taking your matrimonial rights. She’s not going to fuck you, whetever happens, she’s made that quite clear. So you’re not losing anything. Be reasonable, hmm?

The rest is silence

Yes, I did want to see you.

I just wanted to say goodbye – before the hood goes on.

Oh no, of course you’re not going anywhere! You’re never going anywhere again, after
today.

No, it’s just that as I make all of my slaves wear the same
gimp suit, I don’t really distinguish between them. They all look exactly the same, and as of
course they can’t speak…well, I just don’t bother to tell one from the other.

So although you’ll see me again, this is the last time I’lll
be addressing you as an individual, as a human being.

From now on, you’ll just be ‘gimp’ like all
the others.

Do you have anything you want to say to me… the last words
you’ll ever say to anyone?

Yes, go ahead. Whatever you like. I won’t punish you later. I won’t even know which one you are, after all.

You love me? Well, that’s very sweet.

And it’s exactly what all the others said, too. I think you’re going to fit right in.

Now – don’t speak again.
Just go downstairs. They’re
waiting with your suit.

Goodbye.

Inspired by the truly inspiring Mistress Eleise de Lacy.

Blessed art thou amongst women

We’re all blessed to be amongst women, don’t you think? Usually, I have to pay for the privilege, but even so..

You know, that reminds me of a funny story. The first time I visited a domme in France, she asked if I
wanted to be “blessé”. So of
course I said “Oui, Maîtresse!” and I knelt down and waited for
divine benediction.

But, would you believe it, in French “blessé”
means wounded!

Goodness, how I laughed at my mistake afterwards, when the
bones in my jaw had been re-set.

Funny old world, isn’t it? And apparently in Estonian, the phrase “blow job” means “penectomy”. Strange but true. Could be all sorts of scope for amusing misunderstandings there, I imagine.

On we go.

Well… it’s not as if the chair’s that comfortable anyway. Me on the ring, her sitting on the chair…we’ll see who cracks first.

Anyone not realising that this is the divine Eleise de Lacy, or that Femme Fatale Films are absolutely superb… well, anyone like that probably isn’t reading this blog, actually.

I don’t normally credit Tumblrs, but this is from the “fuckyeahstewardesses” tumblr, which once you’re past the slightly, mmmm, crude name is actually rather tasteful and lovely. Unlike the red glove treatment, which isn’t either of those things.

Nothing to see here, let’s move on.

She’s going to be her own, er… ex-step-mother! How cool is that?

Planet Femdom. If statuesque German ladies are your thing (and even more so, if you’d like to be their thing), it’s the place you want to go right after this.

Ah yes. Hers isn’t quite as frilly. And, to be fair, it doesn’t say “punishment dress” on it either. Or have the little lacy cuffs at the back for wrists. And she can take it off herself. Still, nice to be a matching couple.

Three colours

Variations on a theme…

Administrative oversight

Mr Hadley? Hi – I’m
Suzie Parker, from the legal department.

I’m very well, thank you.

Now, first of all I’d like to apologise once more for this
dreadful mix-up. We do everything
possible to avoid mistakes, but it’s a big hospital carrying out hundreds of
operations every day, and this sort of thing will happen from time to
time. We’ve had a preliminary
investigation, and it seems the medical staff weren’t at fault at all – it did
say penectomy on your admission papers.
It must have been some kind of typo at the admission stage. Nobody’s fault really, just one of those
unfortunate things.

The good news is that of course we want to offer you
compensation. This will be without any
admission of liability, and you’ll have to sign a form saying you
requested this operation voluntarily.

If you won’t sign?
Well then of course we’d contest any compensation claim in court. You’d have to prove it was our fault. Of course, you’d be completely within your
rights to do so if that’s what you want.
At the moment, there’s a bit of a backlog, so it might take a few
years. And we tend to appeal decisions
all the way up the legal system – just to discourage frivolous claims, you see. But still, if that’s what you –

Will you? Oh
good. I’m sure that’s the right
decision. So here’s the consent form…

…that’s right. And
then if you could write out that sentence by hand, before signing.

Mmmm… “Genitalia” with only one “t” actually. Oh I know – I always get that wrong too!

Lovely. And sign
there. And here. And separately there. Great.

Now, the compensation scheme we operate is a generous one,
but there is a sliding scale. It’s based
upon the loss caused, you see. It’s not
too complicated, but you have to fill in all this information,
then we’ll work out how much you’ve lost because of this silly mistake.

That’s right…age, you see, and whether you’re married.

That? Oh, well we
need to know the number of sexual partners in a year, because that affects the
assessment of the loss caused by the removal of your testicles. So the number of women – sorry, or men is
it? Right – the number of women you’ve
had sex with in the last three years. I
bit intrusive, I know, but you can see the point. I mean, we wouldn’t want to be paying a lot
of compensation to someone for the removal of his balls if he never used them,
would we?

Really? As many as
that? You do know we’ll be requiring
signed affidavits from each sexual partner, and –

– yes, of course you
can change it. Best to get these things
right from the start. OK, that looks a lot more reasonable.

Hmm?
Masturbation? What do you mean,
masturbation? Oh – oh I see. So, you’d be claiming that the loss of your
testicles has caused you harm because it makes you less likely to…yes, I
suppose I see. I’m not sure what our
policy is on that. I don’t think I can think of a similar claim before… I mean, in some ways
it’s a benefit, isn’t it? Not having
that silly little habit any more? I
mean, most men grow out of that when they’re teenagers, don’t they? Still, I’ll check for you, OK? You might get something.

Now for the penectomy, the sliding scale is based upon
size. So, if you could just indicate…
there. Yes. And the girth, too… you can just guess that one if you don’t
really know. Many men don’t.

Wow. That was a big
one, wasn’t it? What a shame you didn’t have any girlfriends!

Erm… you do realise, of course, that the hospital retains the,
um… material that was surgically removed, so they could make a scientific
estimate of the likely extent of the –

Yes, you can change that too. Easy to get confused. Gosh, that’s a lot less, isn’t it? Maybe you were confusing centimetres and
inches? Easily done.

Right, well of course our claims department will
be processing this, and you’ll receive notification of the exact sum due to you
in about two months time. But from the
look of it, my guess, is that you could be looking at…well, several hundred
pounds at least! Won’t that be nice!

Oh – and I forgot to mention the best news of all! Although of course we admit no liability, the hospital wants to offer you a 10% discount off the tonsilectomy you were actually supposed to have! And the same surgeon insists on carrying it out! No really. She says it’s the least she can do, after inconveniencing you so much in this way.

Yours severely

Captioned images of… erm…… oh, I expect I’ll think of something.

Ridiculously overpriced, I know, but if they’re in fashion, I guess she has to have one.

Often, anniversaries are a good opportunity for a really honest talk about your relationship. Or for just fucking off and not bothering her. One or the other – just see how it goes on the day, I suggest.

Back to normal tomorrow, I expect.

The lady, of course, is the imperious Goddess Bojana, whom brave souls can discover at the address on the image.

Do try to keep up.

Image from menareslaves.com

It has absolutely nothing to do with female domination, but if you haven’t see the seal clip, I do actually recommend it.

I don’t know much about Muffia.com, I’m afraid, but Google says they have the best big titties and bootie on the Internet. Not really my kind of thing, and anyway I’m not allowed. But it’s a very nice picture.