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.

Entrées

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of the dildo, her
moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the black
rubber.

And then she took it into her mouth, kneading with her lips and nibbling gently at the
glans. With little nibbles she inched
her way down to the base, the black rubber gradually disappearing into her
accommodating mouth, before his astonished eyes. Meeting his gaze, she giggled, fastened
her lips firmly around the base and slowly drew back along the length of the
dildo, which emerged glistening with her spittle.

Then, after a pause for breath, she opened her mouth wide
and bit hard just behind the head. Her
teeth sank deep into the reluctantly yielding rubber, and when they could go no
further, she shook her head gently to work them loose and, once again, bit deep
and hard. This time the bite went clean
through and the head came free in her mouth, to be spat out onto the floor.

Her mouth opened wide for a third time, and took in another
inch of what remained of the black rubber – and she bit down again, this time
chewing her way slowly until another ragged chunk came away. And so on down to the base, biting more and
more off as she went until her amused eyes were level with his horrified gaze,
and nothing but a rough stump remained.
He fainted clean away in shock.

… to wake up with wrists and ankles firmly bound, the
remains of the dildo gag still in his mouth.
He tried to lift his head, to look down to where he could feel her
presence between his legs and hear her breathing, but he could see nothing but
the top of her head, lowering down towards his groin.

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of his cock, her moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the skin.

…

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You can get more with a harsh word and a whip

… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.

And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway.

I wonder what’s in the box?

Very practical.

Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come.

She has my attention already.

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Long wait

Hi! Just thought I’d
pop back and check how you were doing in there.

Listen – I’m sorry I’ve been away so long.

You must have wondered if I was ever coming back!

But you know how it is – with one thing and another, I’m
afraid it just slipped my mind. I was
just going to come and see how you were doing but then I had a call from one of
my girlfriends. Chloe – haven’t seen her
for years. Inviting me to go to Thailand
with her! Just out of the blue! So I went for two months. – really
brilliant.

And anyway, after that I had
to go off for the residential section of my course…

…and then it was Christmas,
and I went to see my Mum, so… just one thing after another really. I know it’s been a while.

What? No of course
I’m not going to let you out! Actually,
I haven’t even brought the key with me, so you can forget about that.

But I have got a lovely surprise for you! Because I expect you’ve been feeling a bit
cooped up and frustrated all this time.

Can you guess what it is?

Pictures of me
in Thailand! Oh – I had such a great time.

I’ll just top up your food hopper, then I’ll show them to you. Don’t go away!

Images are from the rather lovely Pupstail website. Good boy!

Any flavour except vanilla

… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.

Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!

‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she?

You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment.

She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that.

This is the divine Mistress Ezada Sinn, if you didn’t know that already

Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post.

Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise

Happy Canada Day!

Facts are sacred

After being inundated with requests from absolutely nobody, I have decided to publish another batch of completely and utterly true facts about the Other World Kingdom.

So here they are.

Now.

And – as a bonus – not actually an OWKfact but an OWK-themed ‘caption’ as long as a novel:

Surprised by JOI

“Jerk off instructions”?
You want me to give you orders on how to masturbate?

Well…

OK.

First, I want you to get down on your knees. Mmmm…that’s right.

Now, do you see that scrubbing brush? I want you to take hold of it firmly, in your
right hand. Can you do that for me?

Good boy… now crawl
out to the patio. There will be a
bucket. I want you to fill it with
water, and then I want you – on your knees mind! – to scrub every single paving
stone. And there’s a wire brush out
there too -you can use that to scrape
out the moss and dirt in between the paving stones.

Now I want you to really scrub hard. A nice regular back and forth motion. Out… and back. and OUT…and back. and OUT…and back. Do you think you can do that for me?

Yes, on your knees the whole time. I’ll chain your ankles together to make
sure. If you do it properly, you should
have it done by morning. Stay out there
and wait for me.

And when I’m awake I’ll come outside…possibly wearing my
silk gown. Can you imagine that? Mmmm.

Well then, if I inspect your work, and it’s to my
satisfaction, then I’ll let you beg to pay to be unlocked.

And then, you naughty boy, … if you do all that really, really well…

…and if I don’t need any other little jobs done around the house…

…and if I’m in a really good mood…

… then I’ll let you quickly play with yourself and
come. And then I’ll lock you up again
and you can fuck off.

Do you want me to repeat any of the instructions?

Pictures (which frankly render any actual JOI quite unneccessary) are of the wonderful Mistress Absolute, from her web site, where she now has a rather large free gallery.

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?