Contemplating the divine – Page 170 – 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.

Number 17

No, it’s not part of a psychological game. I really am a serial killer. The dominatrix thing is just a trick. You’ll be my 17th victim.

You see, I used to have to go out and try to capture men…but
that’s so difficult, and it’s risky too.
One time, one got away – he would have been number 4 – but I was lucky, he hadn’t seen my face.

And then I discovered that if I advertise as
“Cruel Carmina’s House of Bondage” men would come to me and let me tie them
up. And then I can do what I want, can’t I?

They even pay. Amazing, really!

More? Oh don’t worry about that. The money’s not important. You can offer as much as you like and –

– how much? –

– wow, you must be rich! Well, it would be nice to have that much money. But I don’t think so. I’d still have the craving to do this, no matter how rich I was. And anyway, if I let you go I think sooner or later I’d find myself in prison, don’t you?

So, I think it’s better if your money just goes to whoever you’ve named as beneficiary in your will. But thanks for offering.

That’s right. You try
those straps. Give them a good
pull. You’ll find they’re quite
strong. I spent a fortune on bondage
gear.

You can have a good struggle
there, while I go and take all this leather and rubber shit off and put some
proper clothes on, OK? And get the plastic sheeting.

What’s that? Someone
will come looking for you?

Oh dear. Should I be scared? Because you told
lots of people you were paying a visit to “Cruel Carmina’s House of Bondage”
did you?

I don’t think so. I’ll bet you even switched ‘location
services’ off on your phone before you arrived, didn’t you?

Yes, of course you did. No one knows you’re here. It’s just you and me. We’re going to get to know each other quite well, over the next few days.

And then it’ll just be me again. All on my own. To tidy up the mess. And make an appointment for number 18.

See you in a minute.

For anyone considering visiting a professional domme for the first time – this is just a silly jokey fantasy, OK? The first time I visited one, I was terrified and I left everything like credit cards that could identify me behind in case – oh, I don’t know what. And she was lovely, and just perfect and I quickly grew to trust her completely. I’ve visited quite a few dommes and I have never found one to be other than completely professional, and understanding and safe. Just go for it.

I do still switch off ‘location services’ of course. But it’s not my Mistress I’m worried about, there. It’s being found out.

The lady in the photos is from a photoshoot from Cruella…oooh, at least 25 years ago. She haunted my adolescent fantasies, and still does.

Slap happy

You know what you deserve… but here are some pervy pictures instead.

Oh I do hope I get to wear that one.

And paying them for it. And thanking them afterwards. And then in a few months doing it all again. Here, in my case.

And this? I mean – do we have to put up with this sort of thing? Yes.

Actually, slave-fighting’s illegal in most civilised countries. And he can definitely sue if he has his balls bitten off, so really he’s got nothing to worry about.

This image from Tyrannized, like it says. Very good if you like your femdom in bright, primary colours.

I think you’re about to find out how ridiculous you look. And if I know Angie, so’s everyone else.

I said “Tell me your name, is it Sweet?”, she said “My boy, it’s Dagger.”

Oh yeah.

I think it’s rather special that she dressed up for the occasion.

By the way – don’t be fooled by that ‘the last hour’ into thinking this was some sort of brutal day-long beating! No, no – it was only just over an hour. He started screaming desperately for mercy just a few minutes into it, that’s all, when he hit his limit, and then there was about an hour before she stopped. I mean – they’re not that cruel at OWK, for goodness’ sake.

Source is fairly obviously the Other World Kingdom, and this is the magnificant Madame Katarina.

Maybe his Mistress will put up posters or something. Maybe not.

Source is the delightful Men are Slaves. Yes. Yes, we are.

You never know. Their victim might actually have been responsible for Amelia Earheart’s disappearance. Wouldn’t that be something! You see, lawyers always say that in court you should never ask a witness you don’t know the answer to already, but torture’s not like that. You can just go where it takes you, you know?

The source for this is a song I don’t like at all from a band I’d never heard of called White Flame. The video’s pretty good, if you turn the sound off, ignore the band members and just concentrate on the ladies above.

Somehow, I think you might get to know Debbie quite well.

Performance Review

Today’s post is all about human resources and employee evaluation procedures! Oh yes. Pretty exciting huh? Much better than pictures of nekkid ladies*.

In keeping with this blog’s desire to break new ground in femdom porn, I am posting a performance evaluation form from a company I’ve come across (if you’ll pardon the expression).

Anyway, it’s from a company with a very similar name and management style to FemmeFatale Films, but without the same degree of copyright infringement involved in my misusung their logo.

Let’s start with a nice picture, so it’s the divine Goddess Heather rather than my silly old forms that appear in links to the post:

Here’s the performance evaluation form. You might find it hard to read, especially if like me you’re suffering from eyesight degradation due to excessive unauthorised masturbation, but if you click each page, it should come up nice and big and zoomable.

Performance management shouldn’t be a one-way street. It’s not all about the manager telling you what to do, you know! No, no – a good performance review is interactive. You should beg, and plead for forgiveness – preferably while kneeling. Crying is a good way of showing you’ve learnt something from the feedback, too.

…and some more pics of performance evaluation in action:

Hmmm… She’s reading all of your co-workers’ evaluations. Well, the ones whose opinions matter, anyway – the ladies. But you don’t have anything to worry about? Right?

Now this lady looks like she’s going to be giving you a really thorough, intensive feedback session. Learning opportunities ahead!

It’s surprising how effective some quite simple management techniques can be. Just writing out ‘Lazy employees get the cane from Ms de Lacy’ 500 times can lead to a measureable improvement in employee attitude, and of course the caning itself then helps to ‘bed that learning down’.

497… 498… 499…

…and now the employee is actively benefiting from a coaching session. See, all the management books say it’s best for feedback to be immediate, specific and really, really painful.

The three Ladies who featured in this particularly silly post were, from the top, Goddess Heather, Mistress Anna Regent and Mistress Eleise de Lacy, all of whom feature on FemmeFatale Films. As do many others including my Lady, Sophia Black! It’s a wonderful site – well worth taking a look.

But I wouldn’t recommend working there.

* Astute readers of the blog ,might have noticed that it doesn’t actually feature nekkid ladies at all. I know my place.

I grant I never saw a goddess go…

…My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she
belied with false compare.

She walks upon the ground it’s true, but also into my dreams. Ahhh.

Really, men get so obsessive about this sort of thing.

It’s good to have choices. Eat it, don’t eat it. Up to you.

I’ve noticed she seems to stay cross for longer, these days.

Actually, the Ladies always cook too much food at Christmas, and they end up having to throw at least half of it away. But it doesn’t get wasted – they just feed it to the pigs.

The person is political.

And, just for Another Anonymous:

See? It’s worth commenting in this blog. You get stuff.

Let me count the ways

What’s Lady Sophia like, you ask?

Hmmm, how to describe her? Well, I suppose she’s. . . spiteful. . . vindictive. . . domineering. . . callous. . .aloof. . . unforgiving. . . contemptuous. . . brutal. . . arrogant. . . self-centred. . .imperious. . . ruthless. . . sarcastic. . . cruel. . . mean. . . malicious. . . implacable. . . bossy. . . harsh. . . unkind. . . sneering. . .

. . . and, oh how I adore her.

…and I’m going to see her again tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Even more turning points

Goodness, all this turning is making me dizzy. By popular request, yet more of those captioned images of situatuons that are not female domination. Yet.

First two in the series here and here.

Smart business

Hi – come on in and sit down!

Oh, don’t worry. Just
because you’ve been asked in to see me, it doesn’t mean you’re having a ‘chat
with the boss’! I mean you are –
obviously – but not like that. I just
wanted to hear how things were going.

Great, great. Well, I
hear good things. Who knows – maybe
you’ll be joining us permanently when the internship is over!

Yes, well. We’ll see in… three weeks time, now, is it?

Just one small thing – before you go. You know of course that this company prides
itself on the way it treats all its staff with respect – male as well as
female, even young interns like you? So,
I don’t want you in any way to feel offended or insulted by this, but –

But… your clothes. I couldn’t help noticing. I
mean, of course they’re in line with the company dress code, but – could be a
little sharper, hmm?

Like what? Well, like those trousers you’re wearing, for example. I mean, baggy trousers like that are fine for
students, but in a business place, perhaps they’re a bit too baggy?

Well I think they’re baggy. I mean, they’re not tight are they? It’s up to you what you wear – of course.
But I like to see our staff looking smart. And a nice tight pair of trousers looks very
smart on a boy – I mean a young man like you.

And maybe you don’t have to wear long trousers all the time,
you know? We keep the office nice and
warm, so why not show your legs occasionally?
I’m sure you’ve got lovely legs. Shorts are quite fashionable just now, aren’t they? Especially in nice bright colours. Yellow’s very cheerful, I always think.

Anyway, it’s none of my business. What do I know about boys’ fashion – I’m just your boss!

And this was just a friendly chat. My decision on whether to give you a permanent job or let you go certainly won’t
depend on whether you dress in dumpy old trousers or smart shorts! It’s my decision alone, so you don’t need to worry about anyone else’s opinion, OK? I know it’s a very important matter for you, so I want you to feel completely confident I’ll be quite impartial.

That’s all. Off you go now. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you here on Monday!

Back you go

Clocks went back in Europe last night.

Maybe I’ll do another one on the same subject next week, just for Americans and Canadians and so on.

Iterated domination

I took a course in game theory once. I was doing fine, but in the final exam there was a question about about ‘the prisoners’ dilemma under strictly dominated strategies’ … and for some reason after that I started thinking about something else, I just couldn’t concentrate and it all went wrong. I managed to scrape a passing grade by sucking up to the examiner, but that’s another story again.

More captioned images of female domination. I know you know, but the search engines need constant reminders, poor dears.

Women, eh? When they say they ‘want a talk’ it usually means we’ve done something wrong, doesn’t it? Oh well… better let the little woman have her say, or we’ll never hear the end of it!

The image, of course, is from a very wonderful Cruella photoshoot from…oh, at least twenty years ago.

Yes, Ma’am, that spanking has made me think. Is there anything in particular you’d like me to think? Just say – I’ll think it.

This lovely lady is Miss Audrey Knight. No idea who he is. Some bloke.

I don’t know how she catches so many. Yet there aways seem to be more when she locks you in the basement for the night.

Multitasking… it’s a woman thing.

Another Cruella shoot, more recent.

You’re not a sweaty loser are you? No, didn’t think so. And I’m not a creepy pervert. So that’s all right, then.