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.

Giving until it hurts

… and indeed beyond.

Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they?

I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them.

Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed.

Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening.

Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous?

I have to praise her

…like I should.

Don’t forget to scurry. Ball boys should definitely scurry.

Sergei I am not looking forward to.

But seeing as this is Mistress Absolute – the Mistress Absolute – I suspect that can only add to the value, among certain rare connoseurs conouiseirs conosewers, don’t you think?

Domina Liza. I’ll confesss, I don’t know the Lady in person, but I suspect that her attitude to such a request would be along these lines. This caption is intended to comment on the style of femdom photo that I mentally categorize as ‘tits out for the lads’ and try, virtuously, to avoid.

Awww… poor little thing.

Begging on the streets

Street begging? Eh? I’m opposed to it. I just think it’s unecessary, and disturbs people going about their daily business.

But she insists on it, so of course who am I to argue?

Actually, I prefer to use centimetres. Or even milimetres.

I wonder what the prize is, if he gets them right?

Then again, maybe we don’t have to discuss it right now…. We do? Oh. OK.

Actually, the back of the laptop adjusts. But her way’s good.

I wonder what it can be?

Ex

Oh darling,
I must tell you about last night!

Well, I was
round at Jill’s for our girls’ night, same as usual, and she put on a snuff
movie. You know how she’s into that
stuff. It was called “Death by a
Thousand Cuts” I think. By the same team who made “Spit-roast“.

Anyway –
you’ll never guess who the main character was!

No, silly,
not the woman. Actually, there were
three of them. No no – the man, the
victim!

Well, it
was Thomas! You know – my Thomas! I recognized him immediately, you know in
that bit at the start they like to do, when they explain that it’s all real and
show the some of the implements, to get them good and terrified.

I can’t
imagine how they got hold of him. I mean
when you came along and I divorced him, Sally took pity on him and took him in
as her houseboy, do you remember? And I
know Sally’s a bit strict, but I’m sure she’d never have one of her boys
tortured to death like that. I suppose
she must have sold him to someone else, and so on until he ended up there –
trapped in a cellar with no way out except an agonizing death! Poor Thomas, he was quite sweet really.

Oh there’s
one thing I must mention – but I don’t want you to get jealous, OK
darling? At quite a few points when he
was really terrified, before his throat got so messed up that he couldn’t
really speak any more, in amongst all the pleading and shrieking for mercy, he
called out my name! Quite
distinctly! Isn’t that sweet? After all these years. I was rather touched.

Anyway, I
know you don’t really approve of snuff movies, but you have to see this
one, seeing as you know someone who’s in it! Jill lent it to me. There’s a few
bits we can fast-forward through if you’re squeamish.

New boy

It’s, erm… Roger isn’t it?

‘Robin!’ Yes of course. Well, Robin, I’m sorry I haven’t
been around much on your first day. Busy, busy. Everyone treating you OK?

Great. Do come to me if anything’s worrying you, OK? My
door’s always open, even to the most junior boy on the team.

Listen, Roger, I want you to know that I’m not one of those
bosses who thinks only women can do the important jobs, OK? I’m very keen to
give boys a chance. Boys can do very well in this company – and they brighten
the place up, too! Anyway, I’m totally opposed to sexism and discrimination in
the workplace, OK? Everybody in the team is worthy of respect for who they are.
Even boys. Especially boys.

So don’t take this the wrong way. But you could maybe dress
a bit more… smartly, hmm? Maybe show yourself off to a bit more advantage. A
nice pair of smart white shorts, for example. Not too baggy – maybe even a size
or too smaller than the trousers you’re wearing. Nice close fit…

Great. I’m sure you’ll get on very well here Roger. Sorry –
I mean Robin, don’t I? Robin. Must remember that.

Now – how about a cup of tea for the boss? Milk and a
sweetener.

Thanks Roger.

Vermiform

That’s me.

Of course he can. He’d do anything for her. Wouldn’t you?

Well… OK. This time.

Hmmm. An occasional sympathy fingerjob. Well, that’s a pretty big win, right there.

It’s great when you’re confident your therapist understands the real you, isn’t it?

I don’t think she’s taking this seriously enough, you know. I mean, a man’s been murdered here. And more importantly, a quite valuable pen was stolen, too.

Standing room only

Oh hey. Listen, I am
really sorry about this, but as we’re expecting to be quite busy this evening,
we’re gonna need to limit access?

We try to only let the more attractive customers in, you
know? It’s corporate policy, we’re the
place where the beautiful people go – that kinda thing.

Anyway, your friends can come in, but I’m afraid you don’t
make the grade.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

Well… you could go to MacDonalds? Or if you wanna wait here, we can see if you
get invited to a table?

Yeah, sure. See – if
a table of women decide you’re attractive enough, they can call you over, and
then you can eat – just like everyone else!
Pretty neat, huh?

OK, well, sure! You
just go over there in the corner, honey.
Where it says “Rejects – male”.
Under the light there, so everyone can see your face. And you just stand there, waiting to see if
anyone wants you.

Oh yeah, you’re the only one just now. But I expect there will be a few more,
too. There’s always a few unattractive
men like you, hoping to get lucky.

Oh – and if by the time we close, you haven’t been picked,
we’ll give you some leftovers, OK? So you
won’t go home hungry.

Sure – no problem!
Don’t worry about telling your friends – I’ll explain it all to them.

Oh – I’m Carly, by the way.

Despised and rejected by women

…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.

I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack.

I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures. But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already? I mean, really? Come on guys – do try to pay attention.

Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead.

Good luck, George.

I’ll bet she does.

This lady – Lady Annabelle – doesn’t feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey. But she’s very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.

Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk.

Fiction: Slave Tony

Hmm? What’s the hardest
punishment session I’ve ever given?

Oh, that’s easy.
Slave Tony. It has to be Slave
Tony.

Everyone in the scene knew Slave Tony. He’d been hanging around S&M clubs maybe ten years before I even started. You see, he was this guy from New York who used to go round all the
mistresses, saying that nothing they could do could break him. He was pretty tough too. He could take a hundred strokes of the cane
and wouldn’t even cry out. One time me and these two other girls spent a whole
weekend just working him over, and we still couldn’t do it. Tough guy. Really.

And this was really pissing me off, so I asked him once if
he would agree that I could do anything I wanted to him, to see if I could
break him. I’d win if I could make him
cry. Of course, we agreed some
limits. No permanent injuries, that kind
of thing. But any kind of beating,
bondage, imprisonment all of that – I guess Tony thought he could take
it. Nothing was going to make him cry. He hardly even gave it a second thought, just laughed and said I could do whatever I liked.

So I arranged for us both to fly down to Venezuela one Labor
day weekend. I told him there was this
heavy S&M scene there, you know? And
when we there we had a pretty wild time, and Tony got laid, and I whipped him
and everything, and he just took the whole thing without a grunt. Same as always.

But one of the local girls was the sister of my friend in
Queens. And she made him come on to her
quite rough, like we’d arranged, and she was pretty bruised when they’d
finished.

And then she reported him for rape. They take that kind of thing pretty seriously
in Venezuela. Especially when it’s rich
Americans doing the raping. So he got 14
years with hard labour.

I went to see him a few years ago – he’d already done four years, I think. He was looking pretty thin. I don’t think they feed them much; and they
work them hard. Anyway, they have an
early release scheme for good behaviour.
And he’s been very well-behaved – after the first few weeks, anyway. He’s one of those guys that just keeps his
head down, doing his time. Says yes sir
and no sir to the guards when he’s ordered about. So anyway, he should be out in – oh, just three more years, now, I guess.

That’s the only time I’ve seen him, anyway. Just the one visit. Actually, I think it
was the first time he’d had a visitor at all.
None of his friends know he’s there.

Oh – and did I forget to mention? He cried.

Authority figures

I like a woman who knows what she wants. Don’t you?

Mmmm. If you pay extra maybe she’ll ignore you even more.

It’s tragic, the breakdown in authority in schools these days. Don’t you think?

Mmmm… pretty exciting, huh? I wonder what she has planned? A really hard spanking?

Actually, I have a ‘frequently annoying traveller’ card. So they don’t have to make any special arrangements: the stewardesses just slap me on sight. I get special meals too.