To err is male

 ... to chastise, divine.

 

Well... at least until it stops stretching, obviously. Otherwise why go to all that trouble?

 

 

 

She's smiling but she's crying inside.  Don't make this harder for her.

 

Thank goodness (and her) for that.

My SO generally prefers me to be silent - except when I'm strapped down onto the whipping bench, when she usually removes my gag. It's her opportunity to hear how how I'm feeling.

Lots of older men seek to relive their youth, with attractive young women.  Looks like Timmy has hit the jackpot.

Implacable taste

Let's hope this little misunderstanding is sorted out quickly.  Fortunately, it looks like she's on the case.

 

 

She'll rearrange you till you're sane.  Or not.

 

 

 

 

Why are consequences never nice consequences?  I once asked my SO that, but she just laughed and hit me in the face. 

 

 

 

He's actually called Trent but thank goodness he's around, anyway - one less thing to worry about on the big day.

Just a fantasy, obviously.  She is far too professional for any such an on-screen slip-up in real life.  The guy on the right seems like rather a forward young man, don't you think?

Dressed to oppress

 

Pookie's thoughts are mostly elsewhere, to be honest.  Which is just as well, as her questions are rhetorical.

 

You could try telling her that even Leicester is a tropical paradise when lit up by her divine radiance...?

The first time's very special, isn't it?

He had an imaginary friend as a kid.  She used to beat the crap out of him too - maybe that's where he gets it from.

He has some pretty intense CP fantasies... I hope they've got the stomach and the stamina for it.

Just realised I actually did two captions of this lovely image of the lovely lady (Maya Sinn!) and Pookie (most probably someone with a name unlike 'Pookie', but you never know) so you might as well have both.

 

 

Getting through it

 

How you doing there?  You OK? Breathe.  No, really, come on: normal breaths. You need not to hyperventilate.   And just relax on the bench there, let yourself go limp in the restraints. You've been pulling away at those straps almost since the start - bruised yourself almost as much as the whip did, I should think!  Well... not really. But you'll certainly have bruises around those wrists after all that writhing around.

Wow… you lost it a few times during that session, didn’t you?  I’m glad I had soundproofing installed last summer – you were shrieking and begging so hard, someone would have called the police on us, I reckon.

So!  So... No-safeword session – pretty brave!  Any regrets?  I reckon you had quite a few, at times there, didn’t you? But you must be getting an amazing endorphin rush, now, right? I can only imagine.... I don't think I could ever take that much pain.  But I hope it's worth it for you.

You know, obviously I take consent really seriously but this sort of no-holds-barred, no mercy, no-safeword session has to be my favourite style of play.  I’ve got very few clients who’ve ever dared but … to take someone to their limit… and then just carry on.  It’s an incredible rush: nothing like it.  I mean, there's a lot of stuff written in BDSM porn about 'breaking' slaves but until you've had someone desperately stuggling against the straps like that, begging hysterically, promising you anything, anything at all to make the pain stop... and I just keep whipping, criss-crossing the welts, enjoying the way the screams and gasps cut off each frantic babbled plea to stop...  

Nothing like it.  Nothing in the world. It's not sexual, for me, I'll admit - it's more like the greatest rollercoaster ride ever, you know?  I enjoy inflicting the pain, I enjoy the power even if I don't get off on it, sexually.  It's actually better than sex: I'll say that. Yeah: better than sex.

Do you know what my favourite bit is? See: I like to start talking to them as if the session’s over.  About how they feel, as if they’ve got nothing more to worry about.  When in fact I’m less than halfway through. It’s a bit cruel, I suppose.  But then, I'm a very cruel person, I suppose.  And as they’re all strapped down, with no safeword there’s nothing they can do about it anyway.  Except moan in fear, when they realise, obviously.

Yeah… just like that moan there.  Dawning terror.  That’s the best rush of all.

Don't worry her pretty little head about it

Because she really doesn't care.  Just suffer in silence, unless she prefers you to suffer noisily.

In case any readers are thinking of trying this, removal of male sexual organs should only ever be carried out under the supervision of a trained medical professional, OK?  The shooting club from where the photo was taken always has a qualified paramedic on standby. So they can enjoy their sport, without any serious health risks.

Mmm....  You wanted a cruel and sexy findomme, right?

Anna's always too soft on them. Look at all that puppy fat he's put on too!  Soon sort that out.

It's funny how many men say they want their wives to take charge but as soon as they get thrown out naked and without a penny, start whining about how that wasn't what they wanted.

The girls at my school used to play skipping games. In fact, my first proper beating was with a skipping rope doubled over and soaked in water. Happy days. 

You make a grown man cry

Don't worry: Janine would never let you be eaten by some cat on the street.  She has her own cat whom she loves dearly.

You can buy her gifts too.  Lots of them, to make sure there are at least a few she'll like.

 This is the wonderful, clever and creative Lady Sophia Black, who has occasionally had the bad luck to encounter Servitor in person, but managed to come out smiling an evil smile the other side.  She is - needless to say - not at all like the personality depicted in the caption.

  

It's going to be kind of like the Revenant but without clothes.  Or the bear.  And shorter.

I read a men's lib magazine once when I was a teeanger - it was being passed around the boys at school, you know.  I didn't understand much of it, but it suggested that readers try to discuss some of the ideas in it with the women  in their lives, so I asked one of my sisters and she explained it to me at length.

That's the trouble with marriage problems - one day you think everything's fine, that you're in love and nothing can ever disturb that: then before you know it you're hanging naked on a meat hook about to be castrated. You woinder where it went wrong, you know?  The important thing to remember is that it's all your fault.

Penalty and repentance

They are - and not just the food.  The sex will be longer, more satisfying and 100% female, too.

You get a special decoration too.  Not a medal.  Just... decoration.

Sometimes a question isn't really a question.

It's always difficult arriving as a substitute teacher, in the middle of the school year.  But just do your best.  Maybe Mr Harris will turn up again - he must be somewhere, after all.

Perpetuity is quite a long time.  It might feel even longer.

Senseful brutality

Well.. someone might mind, actually.  But no one who matters.

Goodness, what a large one.  As no woman has ever said to me, in my entire life. More seriously, though, I really, really like this caption. If you don't like this one then you are probably 'reading' the wrong femdom blog, because as far as I'm concerned, this is as good as it gets (sorry).

Actually, I stopped complaining to Mum when I realised she was always going to take my sister's side.  And obviously there was no point complaining to Dad - he tried to stick up for me once, and we both got a spanking for his trouble.

 

Looking?  Looking where?

Actually, I really like this one too...

Dommesticated

Bliss.  Link is, just for once, actually to something femdom-themed rather than random British music.  Really , honestly.  No, it's not Rick Astley.  I promise.  Really - try it.  It's a very sweet and sexy thing.*

I tried one of those virtual girlfriend programmes.  Something went wrong, though - after the first time I'd tried it, every time I started it up, the computer would just crash and shut down.  I thought it must be a bug so I called the helpline but the lady there just laughed and said she thought there was nothing wrong with the software and she put the phone down on me and blocked my number.  Computer-generated personalities can be startlingly lifelike these days, don't you think?

Well, let's hope she doesn't just fall asleep as soon as she's had her orgasm, this time.

Actually, most of my clothes these days are washable latex anyway.  The blood just rinses right off, so no harm done.

Fortunately, when you get near your own neighbourhood most people will already know that.

Even Hollywood megastars have to pay for some things themselves, huh? Still... I expect she can afford it.

* PS You thought it was going to be Rick Astley, didn't you?  Don't you trust me?  Just admit it - you don't trust me, do you?  Trust's important in BDSM.  I'm hurt now... and not in a good way.

Sometimes it's hard

...but most of the time it's soft, all safe and sound locked away in its little tube.

Women, eh?  Can't do anything for themselves!

Erm... actually, that is fully erect.  Ma'am.

It must be tedious being so perfect and wonderful.

Yet another time-saving app. Do we ever stop to wonder what we're going to do with all of the time we're saving, hmm?  I mean, for me it'll mostly be ironing and scrubbing floors but not everyone has the external motivation I'm lucky enough to receive.

Playful execution is essentially the theme of her whole oeuvre, if you know what I mean.