Friday, October 28, 2016

Losing my religion

OK, so my bitlocked external drive has had a bit of an old crash and makes nasty clicky grindy noises when it tries to go (and there is no way I am taking that particular collection of corrupted files to a computer expert recovery place, thank you).  So I've lost a few months of stuff since the last backup.  And by good luck, I haven't lost any of the captions I posted during that time but I have lost the file structure that tells me whether I have ever posted them before or not.

So, for the next few months or so, if you find yourself thinking that CtD is even more repetitive and tedious than usual, it probably is and it might be because I'm repeating myself with an image I've already posted some time between July and October this year. Tell me in the comments and I won't replace it directly, but I'll add a sixth image to the next post.  Or something.

Anyway, the show limps on despite technical difficulties, so here we go again:

I've nothing to say about this one.  Not for another four months, anyway.

She's got a point there.  One of the mistakes newly maried couples often make is thinking they have to do everything together.  There are lots of things my SO and I do separately - for example, being chained up naked cold and alone in the cellar is my special thing and there's no reason for her not to go out clubbing while I'm doing it.

Don't judge them too harshly. Most new dommes mess up their first breathplay session. Plenty more subs out there, so it really doesn't matter.

Sooner or later most subs realise it's not all about them. Some lucky ones eventually realise it's not about them at all.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016


Ah... reminds me of my collaring ceremony.  It happened right here, actually, not three feet away from where I am crouching right now.

I'm very aware of sexism in the workplace, being one of the more inferior members of the inferior gender.

I don't understand men who send women pictures of their penises.  I mean, it's just asking for trouble.  Like waving a raw steak in front of a hungry leopard.

On the plus side, his steel tube is a lot bigger than mine or yours.

You say "Yes, please".

Friday, October 21, 2016

Simple instructions

Of course, if you're fetish happens to be 'working all the hours there are in a mindnumbingly dull office job to earn money for her to spend on male prostitutes' then you've really hit the jackpot here.

There are painful side effects if you take less than the recommended dose, by the way.

There were actually supposed to be a lot more men there, but Clara messed up the email invitation. If you think you're uncomfortable, just imagine how she's feeling right now!

Oh. OK, then.

Hmm. I wonder what she's planning to keep in there, then, if not you?

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Back to his place

That seems very cruel.  My own SO is much kinder - she's got me on a diet consisting almost entirely of  fatty bacon sandwiches and chocolate cake!  Yum.  She wants me to take up smoking too.  She's thoughtful like that.

There's actually a Lifetime Achievement category at the annual snuff movie awards, but strangely no-one's ever claimed it.

Well... OK. As long as she listens to his concerns this time.  Last time, she decided she needed to pee right in the middle of the conversation and I think he never got to say everything he intended.

There you are, you see?  Now why did she let him get like that? Too soft on him, that's what she is.

This blog doesn't often feature dominant males, so say hi to Master Rod.  You won't be seeing him often, but maybe he'll be brought out to play from time to time.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Blonde justice

Yes.  Someone needs to let her know that you just can't get a toilet bowl really clean by licking it, either. Will you tell her, or shall I?

Mmmm... nine-and-a-half times the fun!
 I'm not generally a big fan of the US 'mean young women' style of femdom, but Miami Mean Girls is really pretty good.  I think it's the same as AmericanMeanGirls too. There's a lady called Goddess Rodea (that's not her, above) who I think is particularly wonderful.  Worth a look.

Your kink is not her kink.  Which is just as well, or you'd have to murder her, and think how awful that would be.

Could even have a key-swapping party.  Such fun, until someone loses a key and then there's weeks of recrimination and tears.

It's going to be hard to carry all that shopping with a broken arm. Perhaps you could ask for the arm to be broken later, when you're back?  What's that?  You think that sort of impertinence might just annoy her? Yeah, probably right. Oh well, one-armed shopping it is.
Goddess Lexi of course, featured on Femdom Empire.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


And don't worry if you find yourself crying at night, miserable, love-lorn and alone, OK? Cos she's fine with that too.

You don't want to be one of those men that just satisifies his own sexual desire and leaves her unfulfilled, do you?  No? Didn't think so. Up you get, then.  Don't forget to scream on the way down.

I used to have this problem of my sessions being over too quickly.  So I complained to my domme and now we have this system whereby my session officially 'starts' 23 hours before I actually arrive.  I get a 10% discount off the usual hourly rate too, so it's a good deal really.

So many new things to understand in this relationship.  The dictionary's a big help.  So's the shock collar, of course.

What a lovely spanking bench.  Don't you think?

Friday, October 7, 2016

Hyperaggressive femininity

Sometimes, it's not the joke but how you tell it.  I can always get my SO to laugh in session by telling a long joke, as long as I'm screaming and pleading hysterically for mercy as I try to get the words out.

Sorry about the joke, by the way.  Works better with nuns... one of the few things that does.

Oh well.  Potentially there's reincarnation to look forward to, I guess.

Typical woman.  Why not just discuss it straight away?  So much more efficient.

That's not strictly accurate.  He actually can complain.  As much as he likes really.

Reminds me of the way my SO 'helps' me with the housework sometimes,

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Unsafe words

...and some bloody dangerous pictures too.

Ah, you always need to watch out for the feminine, unthreatening ones.  And even more for the feminine, extremely threatening ones, obviously.

Oh well.  Something to do while waiting to drive her home, I suppose.

I imagine most readers of this blog will mainly be familiar with this actress from Walk All Over Me, but I understand she was also in a science fiction series on TV.

She wishes she didn't have to do this, you know.  She hates pain.  Oh no, hang on - that's him.  Never mind.  She's fine with it. 

Actually, I come closest to achieving self respect in precisely those circumstances.  But it's never that close, admittedly.

...and a bonus topical one: