Contemplating the divine – Page 175 – 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.

Marks for bad behaviour

What was his offence? Oh – reading porny blogs on the Internet, I think. Eighteen months with hard labour – he got off quite lightly, wouldn’t you say?

Mmmm. A new experience!.

Just like a mother to remind you of those embarassingtimes over her knee, eh? Last Friday, for example, just before the wedding. That was a bad one.

Freedom is slavery.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E - find out what you mean to her

Well… at least you’re talking. That’s good, right?

Brutal loving care

Femdom captions, captioned pictures of female domination, dominatrix, domina, domme, female led relationships and all that kind of search engine bait, y’know?

Here we go:

To be fair, it wasn’t specifically on the hard limits list you agreed, so she does have every right…

You could start by learning Xin lỗi. That’s ‘Sorry’. You’ll be needing that a lot*.

Confession can be really good for dealing with feelings of guilt. Try it.

Bursting into tears can usually get you a few dollars extra. What price self-respect? Oh, about $2.50, maybe $2.75.

Howwwwwllll!

* Curiously, the same online phrasebook that gave me Xin lỗi also provides Tàu cánh ngầm của tôi đầy lươn – “My hovercraft is full of eels”

http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases/vietnamese.php

A facility for correction

This wonderful lady certainly has one. Thank You, my Lady.

‘Dainty’. Isn’t that a nice word? All dainty down there. And kinda cute.

Oh – and for the orgasm shots they use a body double.

Fortunately, all my girlfriends assured me that I never suffered too much from that particular complaint.

Are you going to let her order you about like that? Are you? Well?

Funny, that, because it always tastes exactly like soap.

Happy Anniversary Femdom Resource

Just a quick post, unfortunately a day late, to congratulate Paltego over at Femdom Resource on the second anniversary of his blog.

Happy Anniversary Paltego! I got you a present! But then I’m afraid someone trod on it. 🙁

Sorry about that. I expect it’s still OK to eat, though. She wiped her feet before coming in.

Very short femdom story: Burial plot

Burial plot

“I expect you find it strange, not having Mark around the
house any more?”, Amelia said, sympathetically.

“Oh yes” replied Karen.
“After nine years of marriage it’s… well, it’s – “

And she broke off, tears welling up in her eyes. Her friend reached forward and laid a hand on
hers.

“You don’t have to tell me.
I went through it with Colin too.
No matter how prepared you are, it feels so odd, with the house empty. But you know, in the long run it’s best. He was in so much pain in the last few years
– and now you can get on with your life.”

“I know” sniffed Karen.
“It was just – seeing him being buried at the weekend. I thought I’d be ready. But it wasn’t easy.”

She had a thought.
“Would you like to see where he’s buried? I visit every day, you know.”

Amelia smiled, understandingly. “Yes. Yes,
I’d like that.”

They went out into the garden, where a freshly dug patch of
earth made it obvious where Mark’s final resting place was to be found.

“There” Karen said.
“That’s his breathing tube, you see.
The blue one. Then the green one
is for feeding and water. I’ve been feeding him every day, you know. Well – except Tuesday. It was raining too hard.”

She looked a little sad.

“That’s OK”, Amelia said encouragingly, squeezing her arm. “I did just the same at first. But then later on you’ll find you don’t want
to take the time any more, and I expect you’ll install a feeding tank. I only have to fill mine once a month now,
and that’s for both of them.”

The two stood still for a moment, looking silently at the
two little tubes sticking out of the ground.
A blade of grass growing near the mouth of the blue one quivered from
time to time, as Mark’s breathing disturbed the air.

“Did he suffer much, in the last few days?” Amelia enquired.

“Oh yes.” Karen said.
“I made sure of that. By the end, he could barely scream any more.”

“Well then” Amelia said, turning to her friend and smiling
reassuringly. “You’ll always have those
memories. Let’s go and have a cup of tea, and you can try out the new boy.”

And with that, the two friends turned and went back into the
house, leaving Mark to rest forever in peace.

Screaming when she comes

I usually find I do.

On with the captioned images of printed circuits. Sorry, I mean female domination. Long day.

And there he was thinking he’d got off lightly for once. Good thing Linda came home.

It’s nice when something you thought was finished gives you just a little bit extra like that.

But you have to pay her €500 first.

I think this is one of those times when it’s just up to you to decide how to take it, you know? On the one hand you could get angry – let’s face it, it was a pretty mean trick. But on the other, you could just be pathetically grateful that they noticed your miserable existence at all, couldn’t you?

Actually, to be entirely accurate, you won’t be able to leave one small corner of the basement.

Little things that make her laugh

…but enough about me. Ha ha.

Actually – not enough about me. I have a question, and as you readers are my favourite people I thought I’d ask you. Does anyone know of a dungeon hire/ SM studio place in Paris? You know – that hires out by the hour or so… do let me know in the comments, if you do.

I wouldn’t go if I were you. She won’t still respect you in the morning, you know. I mean, she doesn’t now.

Hmmm. Could cut through the concrete block perhaps? No, no, that wouldn’t work. Gosh, I love puzzles, don’t you?

Ooooh! A little too close for comfort there? Hmmm?

Consent. No BSDSM relationship should be without it.

Sometimes I’m all excited, really close to an orgasm, you know, and then something happens and I just can’t come. Did that ever happen to you? Just last spring, for example, I was really close and then I forgot to iron her shirt and I couldn’t come for months. The male orgasm…it’s really a mystery, isn’t it?.

Femdom story: Code-talkers

Just another little tale I tossed off, if you’ll excuse the phrase. Don’t read if you’re offended by silliness.

Code-talkers

“Emily!”, Alison squealed with pleasure. “Why it’s been…well, I don’t know! It must be three years – didn’t we last meet
at Jerry’s wedding?”

Her cousin shook her head, laughing.

“No – I couldn’t make it.
Don’t you remember? Mark had
messed up that business with the plumbing, and we had a flooded cellar. We had to stay at home to get it sorted out –
I emailed you all about it.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Alison replied. “I’ll bet you gave Mark a right good thra – “

–
and she broke off, glancing nervously at the
third member of their party, their aged Great Aunt Maggie, who was sitting
bright-eyed between the two of them, nodding happily.

“I mean – errr – well, you must
have had a few stern, errr, words
with Mark after that one.”

“I certainly did”, Emily nodded,
grimly. “Lots of words – three dozen that first time around, and then another
session a week later when the plumber’s bill arrived.”

“And how’s Mark now?” Emily
enquired casually. “When you last
emailed me, you said he was playing, errr, playing ‘golf’ rather too often and
you were thinking of putting a stop to it.”

Her cousin laughed.

“Oh, he won’t be playing ‘golf’
any more. Well…only when I say
so. I’ve got his ‘clubs’ all locked
away, safe and sound.”

“But you let him play
occasionally?”

“Oh yes. When he’s been good. But no more than once a month or so. Just so he doesn’t get completely out of
practice, you know. I’ve heard that
‘golf balls’ have to be used every month or so, otherwise they can get damaged.”

“Never seen the point of golf
myself!” Great-Aunt Maggie burst in unexpectedly. “Just grown-ups playing marbles if you ask
me. And snooker – that’s just as
bad. Tennis. I used to like watching tennis.”

“That’s nice Mags”, Emily said,
encouragingly. “Did you watch Wimbledon
this year?”

Great-Aunt Maggie looked
puzzled. “I’m not sure, dear.” She
replied. “Was that nice Mr Borg
playing? I’m sure he won something,
didn’t he?”

“Errr…I think that might have
been a year or two earlier, Mags” Emily said, uncertainly and the three sat in
silence for while.

“So how’s David?” Alison
prompted, after a while. “I expect you
still keep his ‘golf clubs’ locked away, mmm?
With spikes, if I remember rightly.”

“Oh no” Emily giggled. “David had the operation – I’m sure I must
have told you about it?”

“Operation, dear?” Great-Aunt
Maggie butted in, apparently pleased to be on her home turf of ailments and
remedies.

“Yes Mags. I took him in last year to have his errr” –
and she caught her cousin’s eye – “to have his ‘tonsils’ taken out.”

“That’s good”, her Great-Aunt
replied. “Much better off without them.”

“Oh yes”, Emily laughed. “He’s a changed man, without any ‘tonsils’
any more.”

“Did you get to watch the
operation?”, Alison asked with interest, as she had been thinking about arranging
for Mark to have his ‘tonsils’ removed too.

“Oh yes” her cousin replied
breathlessly. “It was great! They strapped him dow – I mean, they bandaged
him up tightly, and then they let me watch as they removed each of them in
turn. They even let me do the final
little snip. Gosh, it was so
exciting! I had a – errr – hot flush right there in the operating
theatre!”

“So was Mark under anaesthetic?”
Alison asked, beginning to feel the stirrings of a ‘hot flush’ herself, and
wondering whether Great-Aunt Mags would mind if the two excused themselves and
went upstairs to visit their old bedrooms.

“No – not even a local, not if
you don’t want it” her cousin replied, giggling. “He made quite a fuss, especially just before
the first ‘tonsil’ came off – I mean, ‘out’.”

“And they even let me keep the
tonsils afterwards” she added, casually.
“They’re in a little jar in my bedside drawer.”

“How lovely”, Emily
breathed. “So is David much more obedi –
I mean, is he a bit more co-operative now?”

“Oh yes”, her cousin smiled. “He does anything I want. And the housework’s all done, spic and span
every time. And he also – ”

“Itr was the electric that did
that!” Great-Aunt Maggie broke in.

“You what, Mags?”

“The electric. For housework. Made all the difference. Oh, before that it was impossible to get the
place clean. Cos before that we’d just
had gas, and that wasn’t the same, not at all.
Your Great Uncle Bert liked the gas, but I said, ‘no – we’re moving with
the times, Bert, we’re going electric.”

“That right, Mags?”, smiled
Alison, indulgently.

“Ooooh yes. I’ll tell you, as soon as we got that
electric installed, I said ‘Right Bert, this is how it’s going to be from now
on. This is the future, this is.’ And he
didn’t know the first thing about it! He
said, what’s it do then, Mags? That’s
what he said.”

“Didn’t he know about electricity
then, Mags?”

“Oh no, dear. This was 1938, and he was never very
technical, wasn’t Bert. So I showed
him! I plugged a cable into that socket
– we only had the one socket when we first got the electric put in – and I
attached one wire to the tip of his willy, using a hairclip, and shoved the
other up his arse and switched it on! Oooh,
he found out what it did then! You
should have seen him jumping about screaming ‘Switch it off, Mistress, I’ll be
good Mistress!’ Never had a moment’s
trouble from him after that – housework all done, all my meals served in bed
and a lovely bit of oral every Sunday morning before church. Oh – and when we needed a bit of extra money,
to buy a telly for the coronation, it just took one little dose of the electric
and he was off giving hand jobs to demobbed soldiers for two bob a time, just
to get a bit of extra money in.“

“Oh, it
used to scare the willies out of him, the electric, old Bert! Even worse than
the birch. He used to say ‘Oh please Mistress, give me two dozen with the
birch instead! Anything but the
electric, Mistress!’ ‘Course, I always
gave him double voltage when he tried to argue like that! And I’d sit on his
face while he was taking it, too!
Lovely, that was. Dear me. Happy days.”

She paused in contented
contemplation of times past, as her two great-nieces sat in shocked silence.

“Anyway, speaking of a bit of
oral, dears, I’ve got a lovely 24 year-old strapped to my bed upstairs –
Polish, or Czechyslovenian or one of those places. Doesn’t speak a word of English, but he goes
like a train and he knows what to do with his tongue when you take a flogger to
him. And I’ve got a brand-new strap-on
that’s going to make him squeal a bit too!
So I’ll leave you young people to natter about your golf and tonsils,
and I’ll take myself off for an early night and a good hard fuck. See you in the morning, dears.”

And with that, the ninety-seven year old eased herself up from her chair and slowly hobbled over to where the chairlift was waiting to carry her upstairs, leaving her younger relatives to wonder what else they might have been missing all of these years.

THE END

The truth can hurt

…but so can lying.

Actually, he was wearing two belts.

Men’s brains aren’t good at remembering dates, but they do have a really good nerve connection to the genitals, so it’s a perfect match.

“Snip-Lit”. It’s going to be the next big thing after 50 Shades of Grey, you’ll see.

She’s not actually a dentist. She did admit that on his fourth visit, to be fair.

I think this is one of those marriages where the arguments always end up with screaming and tears, don’t you?

Another femdom first for Contemplating the Divine!

You saw it here first! Corner time POV:

Exciting, isn’t it?

That is actually a genuine picture of a corner. Isn’t the Internet wonderful?

It’s almost as good as the real thing, isn’t it?

Try staring at it for fifteen minutes, and just imagine the lady who put you there. Mmmm.

Actually, for those of you who’ve read down this far, I’m going to let you into a little secret.

It’s not just a static image – it’s a moving GIF!

Yes it is! Because I’m a technical wizard and I know how to make those things. So, if you stare at it long enough…you’ll see something rather special! Just my little gift to loyal ‘readers’ of this blog.

I won’t tell you quite how long but somewhere between the 30 and 40 minute mark, you’ll see.

It’s rather good.

But you have to watch.

No, honestly. It won’t work otherwise.

There – did you? Oh. You missed it. Well, just reload the page and watch again. It’ll be well worth your while.

Anyway, this will be the first in a series. So be sure to check back.