Contemplating the divine – Page 173 – 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.

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.

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.