The sound of one hand clapping

...while the other holds you firmly across her lap, obviously.


Before we start with the captioned images of female domination, a big thank you to Bob (or possibly BOB), for all of the thoughtful, enthusiastic and just plain deviant comments he left over the last few days, on posts going right back to the start of the blog.  I'm not going to reply to each one, but I do really appreciate people leaving comments, particularly positive ones (from male readers - those whose genetics are not ruined by the presence of y-chromosomes are very welcome to leave contemptuous abuse).  Thanks Bob (or possibly BOB)!


Here we go then:

There's something that doesn't seem quite fair about the prospect of displeasing her through 'getting whipped too hard'.

Mistresses Sidonia and Darla, of course.  Extraordinary ladies.  And just little old you to keep them amused.  Good luck with that.

Fortunately there's plenty.  If you don't get this, maybe you'll recognise the socks and underwear you've got to wash.

Just look at that expression.  Aren't you glad you're not Mark?

No, nor am I.  Lucky sod.

Well, she doesn't exactly say how many orgasms that was.  It might just be one. 

Obedience is bliss

Willpower...I lack it, She has it in abundance.  There is a deal to be done here.

He has so much to learn...

I think it's the healthy outdoor air that's the main attraction.

Silly really, because he's paying a fortune to be there for the month - and there's such a long waiting list to get in.

I don't want to give the impression that anything too extreme is planned here.  It's just play.  Fantasy.  She would never really do it.  Not without your consent, anyway.  So just relax, and let her play.  And if she asks for consent, and you're not comfortable with the idea of being castrated at that time, you just say no.  OK?  And the next time she asks, well if you still don't want to. you can say no again. No problem.




So, the secretary messed up, but you're the one getting a spanking.  Is that fair?  I mean, just because they are the superior sex and we are insignificant maggots.  Honestly, it makes me so angry.

 

Inamoratas

A lovely word.  Seems a pity that the plural isn't '-tae' but who am I to argue? 

Anyway, if everyone's now comfortable with the grammar, we can put away our exercise books and contemplate the following divine inamoratas.

With apologies for returning to the grammar lesson, the feminine version of 'dictator' is presumably 'dictatrix', which is a word that I think should be used more often (mainly because it excites me).

Well, they're far from home, poor things.  It must be nice to find a friendly face, who can ask them about their day, instead of just screaming and begging for mercy.

Dave is having a good hard think about his attitude too.

I'd post a picture of the rest of the bathroom, but I thought you'd rather see her.  It's pretty good, though, believe me.  Four hours well spent.  Every Saturday for the rest of your life.

 



Don't ask me, I just write them...

Oh, by the way.  If you're still reading this blog then you probably like captioned images of female domination that try to go a bit beyond the traditional "Im gonna fuck you in the ass youre my bitch" approach.  Or you just like the pictures (and I do try to keep the words out of the way of the good bits).  Whatever, if you do then you are almost certainly going to like this: Celibate Hubby 

At the time of blogging, the top one is actually one of mine (properly and kindly referenced, so that's fine) but hardly any of the rest are, and I think they're really good.  My own personal favourites?  Well, I'm glad you asked.  This.  This.  Oh, definitely this. Mmmmm this.  And many more.

Go on, there's no more here today so you might as well head on over.

To err is male, to chastise divine

It's some more captioned images of female domination.  I really ought to write some more stories, but it's difficult with only one hand free.  Perhaps I need a strict schoolteacher standing over me...well of course I do.

Mistress Darla, of course, for whom the word "divine" is inadequate (a word that comes to mind often when I find myself contemplating her image).

The hounds haven't been fed, and he's going to be rubbed down with dog food first, so it should be a fine chase, while it lasts.

I think it's a bit risky.  Start letting him choose the washing powder, and who knows what liberties he'll take?  One way or another, I'm pretty sure this will all end in tears.

At the moment this photo was taken, I believe he'd just heard himself utter the word, but wasn't sure whether her English was up to understanding it.  Rather a tense moment, as you can imagine.  Let's hope it turned out all right.

My view on this picture is...well, irrelevant and unimportant I suppose.  Sorry - I'll be off now.

Faith, hope and chastity

...and the best of these is chastity. Here we go again:

Look at the shine on that floor!  It only took him eight hours, too.

Always read the label.  "Caution: contains pervert"

You can't see it in this still photo, but she doesn't even aim.  Just spits in his general direction and it's up to him to catch with the funnel.  He's quite good at it, now.

At least she doesn't bring any of that smelly dogfood in.  Gives him a big bowlful before coming out, and that has to last him until the evening.

Of course, she realises you have limits.  Every man has a point beyond which a beating becomes unendurable. She doesn't need to give you a safeword - she can just tell.  And that's when it really begins.

I'm sure it'll be all right.  Just ask them calmly to step aside.  What could they do to you?

Sweet dreams are made of this

So who am I to disagree?

Its worth the pain, for the look.  Don't you think?

But it was kind of her to let you plead and beg for so long.

I'd tell you what that is, but I'm afraid I haven't seen him for a while, so I just don't know.  Gentle sensuous massage, do you think?

Better do as she says, you know.

It's important to talk things through.  She can explain why she's so disappointed with you, and you can explain how very sorry you are. 

Late submission

...and I apologise for how little homework I have been handing in lately.  The next couple of weeks should be a bit better...

Once again, I recommend the site named there.  She is simply stunning, and for once the voice matches the cold icy beauty.

What, you want her to do all the work?  Swing that whip, you lazy sod.

Mars and Venus, Venus and Mars, y'know?  You can't expect her to be interested in the things you're interested in all the time, OK?


 

The two times table actually goes up quite high, I understand.  Might be a good idea to bend over into those stocks.



She didn't get much for him, but then with all his worldly wealth, she didn't really need it anyway, did she?

  

You can't tell, but the left boot is actually made from a different slave from the right one.  But you can see, they have been cured and polished to a perfectly matched finish.  Craftsmanship, that's what that is.

The man in the picture is going to become a red miniskirt, by the way. 



You know, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Especially when she's a pissed-off female supremacist.  Or is that good luck?



This is actually scarily autobiographical just at the moment.  How fast does Amazon deliver?

Delusions of adequacy

...but fortunately I have the privilege of an occasional visit to a Significant Other to cure me of any such mistaken ideas.  

Ooohhh...Errr.  Ending 9734...Mistress!  No, no!  Sorry. That's the old one.  Errr 8642!  Oh please Mistress, if I can only think for one minute....

It's called the 'Fat disgusting pig' programme, if you want to look it up.

Of course, your wife isn't completely beyond telephone contact.  But it's not worth disturbing her over a little thing like yours...sorry, I mean a little thing like this.

Still, maybe she'll stop hiding you in the cupboard when her boyfriend comes round, now.

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