Unoriginal sins

Don't worry: you'll feel her pain

It probably wouldn't say anything very interesting, to be honest.  Mostly whiny pleading.  They're not missing anything.

Like many male teachers in girls' secondary schools, he often finds himself being the teacher who has to deal with the bullies.

I understand that if you actually open them up, by breaking the flesh from whipping too hard for example, you can void the warranty.  But it doesn't sound like she's done that, so it's probably OK.

She's not a pro-domme, anyway, because to the eternal howls of anguish from love-sick slaves, I believe Lady Sophia Black has retired.

What a forward young man you are!

Readers of this blog who have ever fantasised about being spanked by the divine Anne Hathaway (or, more succinctly: readers of this blog) might be interested in viewing the video below.

Admittedly, we do not witness the actual act but any viewer pausing at 0.40 could be in little doubt what fate (richly deserved and almost explicitly asked for) awaits this very forward young man, once the cameras stop rolling.  Clever Ms Hathaway manages some subtle misdirection after that point, but I think we all know that's just in response to her PR agent frantically gesturing, behind the scenes.

Crawl space

Actually that's not true - she takes the keenest interest in making your knees hurt and derives great pleasure from it.

I'm actually really good at fetching sticks.  On dates, I usually try to work the conversation around, so I can casually mention it.

I tried 'coming out' by telling some female co-workers about my true sexual nature and I have to say I didn't get anything like this understanding reaction.  Actually, the entire experience was utterly humiliating and very painful.  So that was nice.

It's odd - when the lady who's now my SO and I first got together, she always (well... both times, anyway) complained that I came too soon. Nowadays, apparently I take too long and she never has time, even though I'm pretty sure I'm quicker than ever.  Women, eh?

"throne"?

The Divine Mistress Heather, of course. Divinity lessons have never been so intense.

Liasons dangereuses

Urban foxes maybe?  We used to have urban foxes, round where I lived in London. They used to steal so many things: shoes, certainly.  They'd even take the panties and bras off the clothes lines of my neighbours...   Yeah.   Nasty little beasts. Agile too, to leap up high enough to reach the clothes line.

No, no: don't get up.

Actually, it's not quite true that she doesn't care about your feelings.  Truth be told, she enjoys the thought of your misery.  But she's too kind to admit it.

That'll teach her.

It's a pretty effect, isn't it?  Makes a change from the usual striping.

Secondary sex characteristics

In case you're wondering about the title, that's the term used in biology for aspects of sex determination other than genitalia.  So, for example, typical male secondary sex characteristics are incompetence, laziness and servility, while typical female ones include divinity, firmness and unapproachability.  Secondary sexual characteristics can be particularly useful when the primary sexual characteristics are missing or too small to see.

Many people find such labelling unduly restrictive in these days of gender fluidity.  I asked my SO what she thought my main sex characteristics were and she just looked puzzled and said she couldn't think of any.  So there's hope for the world.

And soon he'll have a lot.

Mistress Eleise, of course, who has more sexual characteristics than one could list in one hundred blog posts and even managed to retain her poise and grace on several occasions when her Paris apartment was flooded with an inundation of raw, untreated Servitor.

If you do everything she says voluntarily then you don't get whipped - so where's the compulsion in that?

Even in exile,  the OWK ladies still speak fondly of the 'Great Slave Rebellion, though the OWK itself is no more.  There are rumours that the perpetrators are still imprisoned in cells deep beneath the grounds of the former utopia. An unlikely story, true, but they must be somewhere.

Welcome to Plan A.

Balloons?  Anime cosplay?

Tread softly, for you tread on my...

...actually, modesty forbids me from saying what she was treading on.  Let's just say that she crushed my hopes and severely injured my pride.

That should take your mind off the pain from the ring she just put on you.

Has she ever considered just walking around the horse shit?  I mean, that would be so much more considerate, right?

Yet another example of a failure properly to consider Rule #18, here.

So much better to resolve these things without having to involve the insurance companies.  Paying and fucking off is actually one of my favourite femdom activities, so it's even a bit of a turn on too!

Men in this day and age have to realise that there is nothing inherently humiliating about being financially dependent on a woman. The humiliation, if any, is all in the way it is done.

The Garden of Earthly Delights

Obviously, anyone's bound to feel a bit nervous before having a microchip inserted into their brains, but just ask any man who's had it done - you'll hear nothing but gratitude.

They're quite smart, those 'rate my date' sites.  I tried sneakily entering a positive review about myself and I was automatically redirected to ratemywank.com. Where I built up quite a profile, actually, until my SO stopped all that nonsense.

One positive thing is that he has discovered he and his father-in-law have a lot in common, so that's nice.

Mmm... edgy.  Let's hope she doesn't get too drunk this time.

Despite the general female-led tendency of this blog, I want to make clear that I think it is OK to have disagreements between husband and wife in marriage.   I disagreed with my SO once, very early on in our life together, and although it was painful - very painful, actually - I think we both found it to be a learning experience that made our marriage stronger.

The good old days

More images from those golden years before society went to the dogs.  When chaps went out to rule the empire with nothing more than a cleft stick, a good solid education thrashed into them at one of the better public schools and a memsahib with firm opinions about household management.

It's more Downton domination.

Chaps back then weren't supposed to cry in public, but you know I'm willing to bet that tears flowed from time to time in the privacy of the marital chamber, whenever men recalled their school years with the help of their loving wives.

She seems like rather a forward young lady, proposing a trip to the kinema ('pictures' indeed - and she a schoolmistress!) before she has even been properly introduced! Still, she seems to have some sound ideas in her head, so I suppose it'll be all right.

I suppose a little fresh air while he was being thrashed never did a chap any harm.

Funny, really - after hating the floggings and humiliations inflicted at school, to find oneself married to a girl who likes nothing better than to apply the same methods.  It does make you wonder if there might be something in all that guff that Freud chappie writes, don't you think?

I always thought there was something a bit rum about that stable boy with the long hair.  Tell you what - pay close atention to the noises he makes when he's buggering you.  If he's enjoying it too much, we might have a homosexual on our books - and I imagine the Police would like to be informed about that! 

Not so far, far away

More tales of fairy femdom, especially for those whose dommes do not permit a 'happy ending'.

If I had three wishes, the world would be a very different place.

She always lost at musical statues, when she was a little girl.  Maybe that's where her anger comes from?

She's not the sweet, obedient little princess she might apear, you know.  Anticipating just this sort of thing, she carefully hid a couple of young men in a secret room deep below the castle, to play with if ever her usual toys were taken away from her.  After all, a girl has to have some fun.

Bicycle races are coming your way, so forget all your duties oh yeah!

Ribbit?

Written submissions

There's actually a funny story to how I came by that nickname.  Just ask anyone.

Lots of men find it hard to navigate the unwriten rules of modern office etiquette, which is why it can be so useful to receive feedback that is frank, immediate and eye-wateringly painful when the inevitable occasional slip-ups occur.

Another word Auntie Kate can teach you is 'sadist' but that's for another day.

For the grand finale they invite members of the audience to step up and join them.

Myself, I'm not too choosy about clothing - I just wear whatever happens to be locked onto me that morning, you know?

Furious feminine

It's not that ironic.  He strongly disapproved of it while it was being done to him, too - more so than ever, if anything.

"We" did, although only only one of us did most of the actual talking, as I recall it.

You might want to refer her to your own 'FAM' - that's 'Frantic Appeals for Mercy'

The simply divine Mistress Heather.  I for one would love to kiss the air above that foot tattoo, and even closer if allowed.

Thank goodness she realised you needed to be locked in chastity too.  How awful it would be to be locked in a prison cell for months without any ability to suffer the erotic frisson of enforced chastity at the same time.

She also has a carving knife.