Friday, May 30, 2014

Despised and rejected by women

...whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege.  Ah well.

Mistress Eleise blonde joke
I like a domme with a sense of humour.  But actually, I've always been able to make girls laugh.  I remember my very first date - in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me.  Just a knack.
 I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures.  But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already?  I mean, really?  Come on guys - do try to pay attention.

Superglue femdom
Dommes: don't try this at home.  You can chip off the paintwork.  Do it at his place, instead.

More pig-sticking
Good luck, George.

Annabels will
I'll bet she does.
This lady - Lady Annabelle - doesn't feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey.  But she's very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.
Castration fetish
Well, I think it's disgusting.  Reading a squalid little porno blog like that.  Yuk.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Fiction: Slave Tony

Hmm?  What’s the hardest punishment session I’ve ever given?
Oh, that’s easy.  Slave Tony.  It has to be Slave Tony.
Everyone in the scene knew Slave Tony.  He'd been hanging around S&M clubs maybe ten years before I even started.  You see, he was this guy from New York who used to go round all the mistresses, saying that nothing they could do could break him.  He was pretty tough too.  He could take a hundred strokes of the cane and wouldn’t even cry out. One time me and these two other girls spent a whole weekend just working him over, and we still couldn’t do it.  Tough guy.  Really.
And this was really pissing me off, so I asked him once if he would agree that I could do anything I wanted to him, to see if I could break him.   I’d win if I could make him cry.  Of course, we agreed some limits.  No permanent injuries, that kind of thing.  But any kind of beating, bondage, imprisonment all of that – I guess Tony thought he could take it.  Nothing was going to make him cry.  He hardly even gave it a second thought, just laughed and said I could do whatever I liked.
So I arranged for us both to fly down to Venezuela one Labor day weekend.  I told him there was this heavy S&M scene there, you know?  And when we there we had a pretty wild time, and Tony got laid, and I whipped him and everything, and he just took the whole thing without a grunt.  Same as always.
But one of the local girls was the sister of my friend in Queens.  And she made him come on to her quite rough, like we’d arranged, and she was pretty bruised when they’d finished.
And then she reported him for rape.  They take that kind of thing pretty seriously in Venezuela.  Especially when it’s rich Americans doing the raping.  So he got 14 years with hard labour.
I went to see him a few years ago - he'd already done four years, I think.  He was looking pretty thin.  I don’t think they feed them much; and they work them hard.  Anyway, they have an early release scheme for good behaviour.  And he’s been very well-behaved – after the first few weeks, anyway.  He’s one of those guys that just keeps his head down, doing his time.  Says yes sir and no sir to the guards when he’s ordered about.  So anyway, he should be out in  - oh, just three more years, now, I guess. 
That's the only time I've seen him, anyway.  Just the one visit.  Actually, I think it was the first time he’d had a visitor at all.  None of his friends know he’s there.
Oh – and did I forget to mention?  He cried.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Authority figures

Clear instructions femdom
I like a woman who knows what she wants.  Don't you?


Dominatrix tells you to fuck off
Mmmm.  If you pay extra maybe she'll ignore you even more.

Teacher assessment humiliation
It's tragic, the breakdown in authority in schools these days.  Don't you think?

Mmmm... pretty exciting, huh?  I wonder what she has planned?  A really hard spanking?

Actually, I have a 'frequently annoying traveller' card.  So they don't have to make any special arrangements: the stewardesses just slap me on sight. I get special meals too.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Election day!

Yes!  Like most pornographic sites on the Internet, this blog is today devoted to the European elections!  Which are today!  In the UK.  And a different day, in some other countries!  Yaaaaaaaaay!

Actually, I do find election day quite exciting.  Finding out who I'll be voting for!  She's promised to text me before lunchtime, so I won't have to wait much longer.

Really, it is just an excuse to put up my caption about the European Working Time Directive.  There's not many femdom sites would dare to tackle subjects like that, you know!


Normal post, with all five pictures, tomorrow.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Evil women doing horrible things to men

(I read somewhere that blog posts should have clear, factual titles to attract traffic.  And what could be more attractive than that title?)

Not that it really matters how he reacts, once the padlock's on.
It's often the simple things we men find most difficult.
Hmmm.  "If you didn't want X, you shouldn't have Y".  Can't think where I read that before, Servitor.
Well, I think it's sweet.  In a slightly psychotic kind of way.

Yup.  Crying's good.  Also screaming in frustration.  It all helps pass the time.  Actually, the chap pictured behind her there just squats down all day, gently rocking backwards and forwards and moaning in a steady rhythm.  Hey - it gets him through the day, you know?

Friday, May 16, 2014

Relationship management

I don't really have much of a managerial role in our relationship, actually, so I don't know too much about that.  This is what I know about:

Female led silence
It's not easy being newlyweds - so many things to learn about how to live together.  Thank goodness for whips, eh?

Oh - and for some tips about marriage?  Try Servitor's seven secrets series.  You'll never see marriage in the same way again.

Punctured lung femdom - yummy!
No indeed.  He's only got one left, and he'd hate to lose it.

Unsafe sex
Now I want you to know that Mistress Eleise, who features so beautifully in this image, would never really use a coathanger as a sound.  Not unless it was strictly necessary, anyway.

Tattoos and beating
Why do I imagine that what they decide to do about it will also involve beating...?

Rubber nurse fun
It's actually quite hard doing open-heart surgery when you're having an orgasm.  Fortunately, it's only a man they're operating on.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Words of discomfort

Honey blonde
And of course, you do.  It's a question of how much you want it.  Or rather, how much she does.

Female led in the right direction
It's good that he feels he can get these things out in the open.  And good, as well, that she feels she can beat the shit out of him if he does.

Lying slave
Who'd have guessed?

...and then?
You mustn't assume from this that they cruelly starve all their slaves to death, because that's just not true.  Some they fatten up for slaughter.

Friday, May 9, 2014


That's today's new word!  (And it begins with 'i'!).

Apparently, 'intersectionality' refers to multiple overlapping systems of domination and oppression, and can be best described through a 'matrix of domination'!  Sounds like fun, huh?

I'm going to get me on one of them gender studies courses, right away.  I could enter this blog as my thesis... although I expect some narrow-minded academic would probably consider it to be politically incorrect.

Oh well.  Let's have some pictures of sexy young women posing for the camera and holding fetish objects in a threatening way, shall we?  Nothing politically incorrect there.

Actually, I think you're on precisely the right side of the river. Why would you want to go anywhere else?
Actually, it's simpler than that.  He hasn't left the aircraft - and he won't.

If you can't keep twenty-eight simple vows, then what on earth are you doing getting married, hmmm?

Sometimes it's worth all the screaming and begging for mercy just to have made the point of priciple though, isn't it?  Isn't it?
Oh, I have no problem with authority at all.  Not when it looks like Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

She has a new website, you know.  Hooray!  It's because she's moved to Canada.  Nooooooo!  Western Canada!  Aaaaaargh!  Vancouver.  I don't even know where Vancouver is!  But it's far.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Fatale attraction

Normal service is now resumed.  And I can use the letter 'i' and everything.

Impalas!  Intrepid!  Vicissitude!  Inimitable!  Mississississississipipipipitipie!

Oh god, that felt good.

On we go.
Bloody nose femdom
It's not a good idea to make her cross.

Femdom dress code
That's right, Dave.  Stand up for yourself, mate.

First time domme
Oh, it'll be OK.  Everyone has to start somewhere.  Big whip, huh?  Small room...

I asked my SO for a regular date to be fixed for my masturbation day.  She chose 29th February.
She can be cruel like that.


Yeah, don't beat yourself up about it.  That's her job.
(joke copyright the Addams Family movie.  It's better when Angelica Houston says it.)

Saturday, May 3, 2014

For the record


An unusual blog post today.  The blogger has to create a post of at least one thousand words, and not one of them can have the letter that comes between 'h' and 'j'.  All other letters are acceptable, but that one letter cannot be used.  Not today.

Why such a rule, you ask?  Well, a Lady known to the blogger – a pro-domme that he sees when lucky enough to do so – has recently become aware he produces the 'CTD' blog.  And two days ago, for reasons too dull to recount, the author was late when due to meet the Lady concerned, and she was not at all happy about that matter.  The scene began almost a quarter of an hour late, and the fault rests solely on the present author.
So, as a penance for such bad conduct, she commanded that the blog post you read today must be at least one thousand words long, and not one of those words can employ that letter.  You understand, of course, that the rule acts as a penance, because to create text that way must always be much harder – and slower.
The blogger expresses deep sorrow to any readers of the blog who hoped to read some more enjoyable prose here today.  However, you should be aware that, however dull today’s post can be for you to read, for the author to construct such an essay was utterly dreary.  He feels resentment about the task he has been handed, and he undoubtedly feels shame, as well.  That he – a grown man – should have to spend hours on a sunny Saturday afternoon, on such a humdrum task!  Probably, for her, the order to me was just a small and casual thought, produced as part of the femdom ‘scene’ that was acted out at her chambers.  For her, part of the job.  She does not, most probably, really feel much sexual or other pleasure from such casual use of power over me. Yet for me, her use – and abuse – of power meets a need: for abasement, for control and even for shame.
And so, here the author must be, some days later.  He types carefully, and has to stop frequently, to create  a word that meets the sense he wants to convey, that does not enclose the letter that she has not allowed.  The word count slowly goes up, as sentences slowly appear.  Frequently, the author needs to return, to correct matters when – through a lack of competence on the author’s part – a word was thoughtlessly typed that had the banned letter. 
But the thought occurs: the rule that she has demanded has a purpose, other than penance.  Just as a recap: the letter the author cannot use comes after ‘h’ and before ‘j’.  One vowel as any other: perfectly usual.  Yet that letter has an uncommon role.  The letter – usually presented upper-case – acts as a word to mean ‘the person who speaks’, or ‘the person here’ and so on.  But slaves should have no need of such a part of speech.  Commonly, those followers of the bdsm scene who act as slaves refer to themselves only as ‘the slave’ or ‘her object’ and terms of such self-abuse.  They are de-personed, rendered no longer as people, by an act of abasement that must be renewed each and every day, whenever they are called upon to speak.  Surely, then, no penance could be more well crafted, to stress to a slave the lowly place that he possesses, than a command that that letter – and that letter alone - must never be employed?  How clever and astute my Lady shows herself to be, through the atonement she has forced her lowly sub to undergo!
The word count feature tells me that many more words are needed, to meet my Lady’s command.   As yet, we are not three-quarters of the way to the target length, and of course there can be no attempt at short measures or any thought that one could cheat! My Lady knows how to use a word count just as well as anyone else, so the task must be completed, no matter how dull that task becomes, no matter how much the author would prefer to watch TV, or play a computer game.  The way he spends today has been pronounced already, and he has no sway over the matter.
No doubt the Lady herself has much better ways to spend her hours than to read dull prose on absurd femdom blogs, and can therefore safely be assumed no longer to be one of the readers.  The author can therefore say whatever he wants about her*, and about what she has commanded.  Yet through the anger, through the resentment at a wasted afternoon, and the shame of deference to such casual commands, the author has only one thought.  He adores her.
He adores her beauty, her power, her pose.  The way she gazes upon her slave when we are together at her chambers, me secured to a cross and she casually, elegantly seated on her throne.  She draws on the tobacco and blows the smoke away, whether towards me or perhaps towards any other object before her – why should she care?  Her contempt: whether amused contempt, a sweet taunt or a savage rebuke.  The way she looks, casually dressed, before the scene starts.  She has no need of leather, of PVC, of sharply-heeled boots laced from top to toe, yet when she wears them before me my heart nearly stops.
She acts as my angel, who takes me to my personal heaven as well as my hell.  She commands me, she exalts me: through a soft word she causes me to ascend, by a harsh one she casts me down once more.
Her laugh.  Above all, her laugh.
My task has been completed: more than a thousand words produced, and not one use of the letter between ‘h’ and ‘j’.  So now, the penance done and the rule no longer extant, that letter can once more be used.  Yet now the author understands how rare and valuable that letter can be - so let the letter be used just once, as part of a word of great power, to conclude the essay. 
Thank you.
Thank you, Mistress.

*  (but he knows he cannot use her name here, at her request)

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Advice to a novice sub

As a well-respected member of the BDSM community, I am often asked questions by novices to the scene.  These are usually along the lines of "Why are your captions so fuckin' lame, loser?", but just occasionally someone requests my advice.  And of course, I am always happy to oblige. 

Naturally, all my experiences in the scene have involved paying pro-dommes - it's not as if anyone's going to spend much time in my sweaty presence unless they're well compensated for it! But within this very limited sphere I have, I think, acquired some expertise - I might almost go so far as to say wisdom.  And I am very happy now to share some of these insights with you, my loyal readership.

So, without further wittering: some advice to a novice sub.  In the form of captions.  Obviously.


The ladies featuring so beautifully, and misleadingly, in this post were (from the top):

Divine Mistress Heather
A lovely lady from Schoolmistress Fantasy
Lady Sophia Black
Mistress Eleise de Lacey
Mistress Darla (now retired I understand, but here from The English Mansion)
Miss Jessica Wood (who - you can be quite sure - most definitely wood not!).