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.

All the same

Something new for the blog – a collection of themed, uncaptioned pictures. But all really making exactly the same point, a simple answer to a simple question:

“Because life’s not fair – that’s why!”

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…if you spot any of those, do let me know, won’t you?

No taxation without, err….

Sounds exciting.

I always find the washing instructions on clothes hard to understand. So did he, apparently.

It wouldn’t really be asking permission if she didn’t say no, now and then, would it?

It rarely is, actually. In fact, I don’t know about you but I’ve always found the standard travel phrasebooks to be pretty useless in session. I’m thinking of writing in to complain.

Making him pay

nnnn nnnNNN NNNGGG! nngg nnnng!

Oh well. It’ll be agony this time, around, but…it’s not as if you masturbate often. Is it?

Oddly, I understand this is one exception to the rule ‘everything tastes like chicken’. It just doesn’t.

This is from a lovely English Mansion clip, much of which can be found here. I just love the way Mistress Neive (the blonde one) giggles. ‘Hee hee hee’. Somehow the way she’s slightly self-conscious makes it even sexier.

Good thing you’re into humiliation. You’ll be getting lots of that.

Actually, it’ll be quite a bit cheaper than having it done back in a properly equipped facility in the First World. More holiday spending money – can’t object to that!

Divine retribution

Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything. Just act normal…relaxed.

I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead. But it’s a slow process.

It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands…

And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down.

Oh, women can be so silly. Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar? I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here!

The hard labour of love

I don’t see why. Sounds like a great deal to me.

That’s thoughtful. One of my former Significant Others was always very keen on symmetrical patterns of welts. She’d take quite a long time adding a bit here, a bit there until it was right.

Good. It’s about time those pampered slaves at OWK learned the meaning of hard work and discipline.

This is – of course – the magnificent Madame Sarka, who will not be returning to OWK, but can be found here.

Yeah. Women can be sensitive about these things.
Aren’t the little heel-marks cute, by the way?

Apologies to MenAreSlaves.com for abusing two of their pictures this week (it’s their own fault for making such a vast archive of video stills public!). Of course, if they object in any way I will beg their forgiveness and take whatever consequences they mete out. In the meantime, why not pay their website a visit?

Nice to see boys getting a look-in, in this traditionally female occupation anyway. I’ve always fancied being a booth-babe. But it’s hard to imagine a product that would actually sell any more if I did.

Oh sweet misery of life at last I’ve found you

There now – you can’t say she didn’t consider it.

I believe she’s right.

It’s good to be special.

Oh well, as long as she doesn’t give a fuck, I suppose it’s all right.

Yes Ma’am.

Consolation prize

Hi honey!
Did you sleep well?

Oh – don’t worry about that. To tell the truth, I was quite relieved when
you couldn’t get it up! You know…I
thought I should fuck you after you spent so much money, and all…but I didn’t
really want to. I mean – you’re just not the type of man I find attractive. I was just feeling sorry
for you, really.

No, don’t worry about it. It’s OK! Really. Happens to lots of men, especially if they’re a bit self-conscious about not being handsome, or smart or fun to be with. I know you’re inexperienced. I guess it’s different with a real woman,
huh? I mean compared to looking at porn
on the Internet?

Oh – sure you do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! How else is a guy like you going to get
himself off? It must be really
frustrating being rejected and ignored by women all the time. I think it’s great that there’s some kind of outlet for men who aren’t ever going to attract a real woman, so they can pretend they’re just like everyone else.

Hmmm?
Again? Oh. Oh…well, honey, I think you’re really sweet, but I need a proper
man. You know? Maybe we can just have this as a very special memory.

Sure – no problem.

Hey – would you like to take a picture of
me? Here, wearing my blue lingerie. I can hold my hair up with my hands, if you
like, like a model!

Got it?
There. Now you can upload that
onto your computer, and play with yourself while you look at it. Pretending you’re in control.

If you share it online, maybe one of
those porn blogs will put it up too…and caption it or something! Then lots of lonely, pathetic men could
masturbate to my image. To forget how
sad their lives are… just for a moment.

Fuss

Yeah, it was a bit weird, actually. I mean, I thought I’d enjoy it, but actually
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?

I hadn’t told him what was going to
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?

And then we had a long wait for the
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.

Anyway, all done eventually.

I hope this one’ll be easier when I take
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.

But we’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?

Just another turning point…

Hi honey. So… are we just going to keep
pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?

Yes.
Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.

OK, so shall I go first?

Well… we got into the bedroom… and you
were all eager, as you usually are. And
then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too. And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit
too much to drink and I just lost it.

so…instead of saying it was OK and just
quietly going to bed, I got mad. And I
shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were,
and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you
around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –

– and I’m sorry for saying those
things honey, I really am. It was just…
well, once too often, you know? –

And I was just about to storm off to the
spare bedroom… when I looked down and…

…well, there didn’t seem to be a problem
any more, did there? I’ve never seen you
so hard. And I don’t need to remind you what happened after that.

And that’s what I thought we should talk
about.

So I have.

Your turn.