Bedside manner

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Dealing with feelings of sexual inadequacy

Here are some ladies who know exactly how to do that.

I find it quite hard to find condoms in my size, actually. I used to think it was because I was so unusually small, but actually a kindly pharmacist once explained to me that there are quite a lot of men this small - it's just that they never get to have any sex, so there's not much of a market for condom makers.  That made me feel a lot better.

 

 

Actually, that sort of failure rarely happens to me.  I usually find I can make women laugh, one way or another.

 I wouldn't recommend a visit to the Young Goddess site these days, unless you're really into self-loathing, as the guy who ran it got religion and decided that all of this is sinful.  Which of course, it is.  Still...I guess that means he's relinquished copyright on everything?

 

Sorry.  Too embarassing a memory to talk about.  Move on please, move on.

 

 

That Raoul.  I'm sure he's cheating on her.  Last time, I bought eight condoms and when I came round the next day to clean up, I only found six that he'd used.  Men can be such beasts...I don't know what she sees in him.

 

 

She had to have the last one put down.  He was just too yappy.  It wasn't an easy decision, though, and she made the mistake of looking back and catching his eye when she left him at the vet for the last time.  A tear or two was shed that night, I can tell you, as she thought of him alone in his cage at the vet's waiting for the lethal injection the next morning.  But she's sure it was for the best.

 

Quite a combination, there, Mistress T of Vancouver to the left, Goddess Lexi Sindel to the right, and Mistress Mina Thorne in the middle.  [With thanks to commenters for one identification]

Devotional blackmail

I think they're going to talk about it again.

 

 

Marriage is for life, you know.  That can be quite short, though.

 

 

No, I don't know either.  Sorry.

 

 

Nice of her to help them like that, wasn't it?

 The lady in the picture is the awesome Syonera von Stryx, and I'm sure in person she's nothing like a sadistic camp commandant's daughter.  Unless that's what you're looking for, of course, in which case no doubt she is.

 

Oh how tiresome.

Rewards and punishments

Sometimes it's difficult to tell them apart, don't you think?

And thanks to rote learning, they know a lot of very long poems in Norwegian, word-perfect, off by heart.  Sadly, they don't know what any of those words mean.

 The wonderful, severe (and wonderfully severe) Cassie Hunter, or "The Hunteress".

Do you sense she might be losing interest in the sexual side of this marriage?

 

Don't worry.  She'll have time to get away, when the acid starts gushing out.  Even in those high heels - she'll be fine.

 

 

Oh well.

 I don't know the original source (something about it says "German" to me...), but I got this from the She is in charge tumblr.

 

[Edited: Paltego in the comments has kindly pointed out that this is Lady Ramirez, to be found at www.ladyramirez.com.  So - at least we know who she is.  As for the other... well we know he's not Dave (or was it Dennis?) but otherwise the field's wide open.] 

Having your mouth full most of the time will probably help prevent you forming deep emotional attachments too.

A service of worship

More femdom captions...captioned images of female domination.  Dominatrix... or Herrin, Maitresse, Dominadora or Padrona.  That sort of photos: of cruel dominas, dommes, mistresses and their male slaves, submissives, subs.

 

(Yes, I know you know all of that already.  But search engines don't, poor lambs).

Or indeed speak.

 

 



You see, it's not actually a mail-order bride service. It's for mail-order husbands.

 

 

She's obviously know.  Most of the girls in the office know all about your, ermm... little problem.

 

 

 

He doesn't take up much room.

 

 

 

Just a little light spanking. Then the heavy paddle.  So much more fun, on the front.

Lifestyle management

These ladies can do that for you, if you like.  Or indeed, even if you don't.

It'll be all right.  You should be able to avoid the more painful penances as long as you haven't been having sinful thoughts.
You haven't... have you?

 

Particularly as you'll not be staying in the same hotel as them.

 

 

Hope he has a diaper fetish...because she's a bit incontinent these days.  Still - not many of us get a chance for real 24-7 slavery to a dominant woman, eh?  Lucky beggar.

You sit on the edge of the engine, with your trousers down around your ankles, and just wait for the fun to start.

 

Oops.



Worshipping graven images

Actually I don't know if these images have been 'graven'.  To be completely honest, I don't really know what 'graven' means.  But occasionally I like to hearken back to the title of the blog with a religious reference.

And isn't it amazing, if you go googling phrases relating to punishment and humiliation, looking for bdsm porn (as we do), how most of the vanilla sites you find are religious?  Hmmm... something to be explored there, I'd suggest.

But not in this blog.  On we go.

And you'll do.

 

Well? Have you?

This is the divine Goddess Heather.  Have I featured her image before, for you all to worship?  Well yes, I think I might have done once or twice.

She shouted at me once, across the floor of a club, you know.  Treasured memory...

 

 

Poor Simon.  It must be very difficult for him.  Almost as difficult as it's going to be for you.

 

 

Actually, there are other ways to make the swelling go down.  But amputation is easily the best.  Don't worry - they'll fit you with a prosthetic replacement.

 

 

A lot of men don't realise that when they're married, they're expected to discuss things a lot more.  Such as discussing why they're late home, discussing why the ironing wasn't done to her satisfaction, discussing whether he can stand up or must remain on his knees for a bit longer - that kind of thing. It's all about communication.

Boys will be toys

Yet more captioned images of female domination.  What else were you expecting?  Dancing kittens?

But don't ask her to buy you any long trousers.  You know she won't.

 

 

She's going to be applying some science.

 

 

It's all right.  She'll take it nice and slowly.

 This is the divine Mistress Vixen.

 

You've only yourself to blame.  You gave her the job - remember?  I can't imagine why.  She's rubbish at cleaning.

 

 

It's not as if Raoul would be taking your matrimonial rights.  She's not going to fuck you, whetever happens, she's made that quite clear.  So you're not losing anything.  Be reasonable, hmm?

The rest is silence

Yes, I did want to see you.

I just wanted to say goodbye – before the hood goes on.

Oh no, of course you’re not going anywhere!  You’re never going anywhere again, after today.

No, it’s just that as I make all of my slaves wear the same gimp suit, I don’t really distinguish between them.  They all look exactly the same, and as of course they can’t speak…well, I just don’t bother to tell one from the other.

So although you’ll see me again, this is the last time I’lll be addressing you as an individual, as a human being.

From now on, you’ll just be ‘gimp’ like all the others.

Do you have anything you want to say to me… the last words you’ll ever say to anyone?

Yes, go ahead.  Whatever you like.  I won't punish you later.  I won't even know which one you are, after all.

You love me?  Well, that’s very sweet.

And it’s exactly what all the others said, too.  I think you’re going to fit right in.

Now – don’t speak again.  Just go downstairs.  They’re waiting with your suit.

Goodbye.

Inspired by the truly inspiring Mistress Eleise de Lacy.