Contemplating the divine – Page 169 – 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.

A lucky break

Hi Sweetie! Listen, I met
someone you used to work with, last night.
I mean, before you lost your job. One of Rob’s friends. Brad – somebody? Yes, that’s right. Tall guy, very good-looking. Was he in your team? Did he?
Wow, hard to imagine you being his boss.

Anyway, he’s got your old job, now. Well – sort of. They’ve expanded it a bit, given him two
extra divisions to manage I think.
They’re doing really well!
He said you weren’t very good at winning
business because clients found you a bit creepy, or something like that. Funny what a difference these little things make! Oh, and apparently your team never liked you much. But with him in charge, all that’s
changed! Isn’t that great?

Anyway, I was telling him you’ve been unemployed all this
time, and how desperate you are for work, and that you’re looking for opportunities – and guess what he said!

Apparently, he needs a cleaner! Three hours a day, you know to pick up around
his apartment and do the dishes and his laundry and things like that. And he’ll pay 25% over minimum wage – because
he says he’s really messy! He told Rob that anyone who’d handwash his dirty socks deserved at least a 25% bonus over minimum wage. He’s such a funny guy – had us all laughing all evening.

Well, of course I said you’d love to! So maybe you can pop round today, and he can
show you where all the things are.

Oh –
and it gets better. He said he’d ask around at work, to see if anyone else needs laundry doing
or something! They’re all really busy,
and the company gave them all huge bonuses last year, so he reckons there’s a
good chance! He even had this brilliant business idea! You could do laundry for the whole team – you know, just pop into your old office two or three times a week and pick it up from anyone who has anything for you, then deliver it all again, all clean and neatly ironed, a day or two later. Wasn’t he clever to think of something like that! Maybe that’s why he’s so much more successful than you were.

Wasn’t that lucky! He’s
really nice, actually. I hope he’s there
again tonight.

Enthralled

enthrall (v.)

also enthral “to hold in mental or moral bondage,” 1570s, from en- (1) “make, put in” + thrall. Literal sense is from 1610s.

Kinky etymology. You only get it here. Don’t you?

I think she should allow them more food, don’t you?

$More mathematical domination$

Math is hard. So’s she.

She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway.

Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm.

She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em.

Reunited

It’s so cool
to see the two of you again, after all these years. So -while she’s stepped out of the room, how are things between you and Fiona? Hey? Still
great? You were always, like, this perfect
couple?

Yeah? Does she?
Yeah I did notice you were quite quiet around her. Well, she was always quite bossy. I guess you knew that when you married her.

Oh – I’m
sure it’s not as bad as that! Lots of
couples have rules. And it’s not like
you were ever going to be the one in charge in this marriage, is it? Not with Fuhrer Fiona in charge! That’s what we used to call her at school.

Doe
she? Wow.

But you were
into that anyway, weren’t you?
I remember, when we were together, you were always asking me to smack your
bottom, or tie you up. That’s one of the reasons we
split up… I like the man to be in charge. I think
you’re really lucky to have found someone else who’s into it. I’m sure she doesn’t beat you that hard.

Does
she? Wow. Well, I don’t know anything about that
stuff. But you look OK to me. You’ve lost weight, for one thing. You look good.

What?

Oh don’t be
ridiculous! How could I help you
‘escape’! You’re not a prisoner
here. I’m sure you could leave any time
you wanted!

What? Oh good grief! Nobody’s a ‘slave’ any more. I mean, not really. I think the two of you are just going through
a bad patch, that’s all. And the kinky
sex thing is just making it a bit more complicated. But I expect you’ll work it out.

Oh
dear. Now I’ve upset you. Look – stop crying, I’ll help if I can, OK?

Well maybe I
could talk to her about how you’re feeling, and –

Oh calm
down! Stop panicking! I’m her oldest friend, I know how to tell her
things.

Anyway, here
she comes now. Don’t worry. I won’t tell her directly, but maybe tonight
when we’ve had a few drinks I’ll just let on that you told me you’re a bit
unhappy with her, OK? I’m sure she’ll be
fine with it. Then the two of you can start working through your differences after I’ve gone.

Shhh! Not a word!

Special pleading

…it’s her favourite sort.

It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned!

I take it no one in my audience will fail to recognise these as the magnificent Eleise de Lacy and Domina Lisa, here in a Femme Fatale Films production?

Thought not – you bunch of perverts.

I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that.

This is from Planet Femdom. I have loads of stills from this shoot – it’s great, don’t you think? He’s so small! She’s so tall! Brilliant! I’m just going to keep on putting essentially the same caption on all of them. Love it!

And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that.

Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her.

Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules….

After school activities

Hi Honey!

Listen – Miranda called today. You remember she started teaching at that new
school? That’s right. Sex education for a class of seventeen
year-old girls. I mean, can you imagine!

Anyway, she came round a couple of days ago, because she
knows you had the operation a few years ago, and she wanted to borrow the
jar. Show them what male genitalia
really look like.

So of course I said yes (sorry – hope that’s OK with you!).

Well, apparently the kids were really interested! I mean, that’s amazing – normally they only
care about Facebook and stuff like that.
And she wants to use that in her teaching – you know, get them talking
about sexual politics, how traditional gender roles are changing, the image of
the ‘castrating woman’ in literature and popular culture… You know?

So, she was wondering if we could go in and talk to the
class some time. To talk about how we
handle sex now – apparently when she first told them, they thought we were both celibate!

I thought maybe we could pop in next Tuesday. She’d do it as an after school activity – you
know, put up a poster and just see how many turn up.

You’re not busy on Tuesday, are you? I told her it would probably be OK, but I
thought I’d better just check first.

Don’t worry – it won’t be like this. You’ll get a much bigger audience, I’m sure.

But when you are tied to your mother’s apron…

As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.

Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place.

That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth.

Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything.

I suspect ‘we’ will.

I hope so too.

It’s time this was said

OK?

Famous for more than 15 minutes

Oh hey! How are
you! Wow, I guess I haven’t seen you
since –

Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?

Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –

– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!

I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.

You’re even an internet meme. Pretty cool, huh?

Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”

Didn’t you realise that was you? “Needy fucked up loser”. That’s you! You’re a star.

Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!

Where are you going?
Hey come back!

Oh don’t be a spoilsport! I just wanna… I –

Hey!

I have trainers in my bag!
And I went running this morning.
You want me to – ?

That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.

That’s better.

OK, we’ll start with you kneeling down there. No, there. That’s right.

Look up at the camera, honey. No – don’t dry your eyes. And now up at the bag where the trainers are…that’s
right. How much do you want them? Hmm?
How much? Show me how much you
want them. Because you won’t get them
unless I see those tears flow, asshole.

That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.

It was 50 years ago tomorrow

Do you see what I did, there? No? Oh. Well you should get out less, then. Watch more TV.

Oh – and a bonus one (doesn’t count as one of the five, because the picture quality is poor):

A turning point

Many of you seem to like the series ‘turning points’: captioned images of situations that are not exactly femdom. But could be. Like this.

Anyway, in the same theme here is one of those little stories that’s just too damn big to fit as a caption.

Hmmm? My riding lesson?

No, it was
rubbish, actually. They gave me that
grey horse again – the lazy one. And he
kept refusing the jump so I gave him a few sharp taps with the whip – you
know. And then he refused it again, so I
decided to show him who was boss. So I
was giving the lazy bastard some good hard cracks right across his rump when
the instructor came up and told me I was giving him too much whip! That I should be trying to coax the stupid
animal instead of thrashing him! Can you
imagine!

She said she’d cancel the lesson if I didn’t stop. So of course I did…but can you imagine? It drove me mad, trotting around on this lazy
old thing and I couldn’t do anything but tap it gently. I’ll swear the brute was laughing at me! You know how frustrated and angry I get when
I don’t get my way. Grrr.

Anyway, when we finished and I took him back to the stall
and tied his reins up, she wasn’t around.
So I gave him 12 good hard ones!
He didn’t like that, I can tell you.
He was jumping about and trying to get his head around, but I was standing well to the side. And I laid them on good and hard – raised some lovely welts.

Anyway, I’m sure it did him a power of good. When I walked past a bit later on the way to the car, he caught sight of me and
cringed. Really. Have you ever seen a horse cringe? I don’t think he’s going to
forget me in a hurry! In fact, I might
ask to have him again next time. I think
we’ll be jumping those fences very nicely.

So… that was my day.
Still feeling angry.

How about you – did you fix that leaking pipe?

Oh darling! I can’t
believe it – I asked you specially! Now
how am I going to wash all this stable smell off? What have you been doing all this time? Just lying about watching TV and surfing the internet I suppose!

Honestly – you do make me cross sometimes. You really do.