Points of inflection

...or 'turning points' in other words.  The name this blog uses for captions that are about things that aren't exactly quite femdom yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If it be your will

If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well.

 

 

I find feminine contempt very sexy.  Fortunately I get a lot of it.  Masculine contempt too, of course, but that's not so much my thing.

 

 



I've heard they're not actually that great anyway.

 

Congratulations.  You're the 'special friend'.  Again.  So much better than having a sexual relationship.  Really.

 




 

 

 

 

Oh god.  Let's hope it wasn't someone I work with this time.

 

 

 

 

Yes dear.

The latest femdom captions

Apologies for the dull title.  But I have noticed that by far the highest viewing figures on this blog are for posts with titles like "More femdom captions".  Anyway, I'm running out of 80s lyrics...

Nothing like hot coffee to wake you up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's a living.

 

 

 

Yes.  I've been quite disappointed, just how open-minded many of my friends have been about my SO beating me.  "About time too" was the usual comment.

 

 

 

She means it about the running.  Don't you dare dawdle.

 

 

Like many men of kink, I do find I have to pay for most of my fantasies to be acted out. However, I think I can honestly say that all of my unpaid sexual encounters have turned into really strong humiliation sessions, one way or another. I guess I'm just lucky like that.

Power is nothing without control

...but together, they can be a real turn-on.

On we go.

 

 

Yeah.  Those sorts of arguments can leave quite a nasty taste in the mouth, I find.

 

 

 

Home-made is always best.

 

Think happy thoughts.  No rush.

 

 

Actually, the last laugh is on her because I'm a humiliation freak and I'm going to find this absolutely mortifying!

 

 

Let's hope he's forgiven you for cuckolding him.  Because you'll be spending a lot of time together.

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again.  And quite a lot more.  It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.

 

 

Which, in a sense, it is.

 

 

 

No pressure.

 

 

 

They don't have many repeat clients, I understand.

 

 

 

"I'm OK, you're a piece of shit?"  "Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?"

She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

In fact, some of us have to.  Music is mostly unrelated.

 

Because he knows there are things much worse than a good hard kick to the balls.

The forceful, talented and literary Mistress Miranda, another lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in the quivering, unimpressive flesh.

 

It's all very well to be carried away with love at first sight, but can you build a lasting relationship with a pair of sports shoes, when fashion in sneakers is so fickle?

 

 

 

 

OK, not the sexiest of topics.  But if you don't know, you can't imagine. Really: if you're a pain-slut you should be trying to develop a good set of them.

 

 

 

Punishment fits the crime... tightly and closely.

 

 

You replied "I do" and that was the occasion when a safeword might have been advisable instead. Too late now.

Croaked

The Frog Prince

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The frog sat still on Princess Maria’s palm, its only movement an occasional bulging out of its throat, as its big round eyes watched her.

“A prince?” she said thoughtfully, after a while.  “Prince of where?”

 

 

“Of Lower Lotharingia”, the amphibian croaked.  “A land of prosperous farmers and merchants waiting to welcome me back with my beautiful queen, if you would do me that homour.  It is blessed with a fine climate, and limitless wealth from its - “

 

 

“Silver mines” she interrupted.  “Yes, I know all about them.  Daddy lets me sit in on the military briefings.  We’ve 200,000 men poised on the borders, and we’ve made a deal with Upper Lotharingia to split the country between us.  The enemy army's just a bunch of part-time soldiers - merchants and farmers. They won't last two days against our armoured divisions.  Then we can enslave the survivors and put them to work in the silver mines.  Daddy thinks we can double the output! A chain-gang of 30 miners can produce almost 30 ounces of silver a day, if they're whipped hard enough.”

"So why would I want to marry you?"

 

 

“But… but you could be a beloved queen, and – “ the frog began.

“Or a despotic empress” she laughed, picking the animal up by its back foot, where it dangled helplessly for a moment, before being tossed onto the sun-baked flagstones for the crows.

 

Try clicking on 'fairy tale' in that word cloud to the right, if you liked the words, and on 'heart-stopping beauty' if you preferred the pictures.

Brutal loving care

Famk 'ooo, Muhphtuph

 

 

You have something you'd rather spend your money on?

 

 

What a depressing caption.  Sorry about that.  Let's move on.

 

 

 

 

That's better.

 

 

 

She's a stern advocate of social justice.  Delivered by Predator drone, if need be.

Price discrimination

Good session for you?  Great.

Yeah, it got pretty intense there in the middle, didn’t it?  I really thought you were about to use the safeword. You were like - oh my god, I can’t take this.  But you just about got through it, didn’t you?  You look pretty exhausted now, though!

Oh – while you’re getting dressed.  There’s something I wanted to mention, about session rates.

See, I’ve realised I’ve just got too many clients and it seems crazy that a session I really actually enjoy with some devoted old slave costs the same per hour as a one-off with a businessman visiting from Tokyo, or something.

So I got together with Anne, and we, like, went through the list of all my regulars, you know.  So the ones I actually like sessioning with were rated ‘A’ and they’ll only pay half rates and so on.

Yeah, it’s a good idea isn’t it?  Should have done it ages ago.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you were rated ‘D’.  So if you want to keep on sessioning with me, you’ll be paying five times as much as you have been.

Hmm?  Oh no! It’s not that I don’t want to session with you any more!  You’re not an ‘E’.  I just need a lot more money to tolerate spending time with someone as irritating as you, that’s all. 

OK, you can go and get dressed now.

Still here? Go on - fuck off.

The part of the lovely Tiffany Naylor in this little tale was played by the lovely Tiffany Naylor.  Who, I am sure, never tells her clients to fuck off unless that's what they want.  Or need.

Contemplant le divin

Regular readers will know that this blog's theme does not lend itself well to standing up bravely against intimidation.  Quite the opposite, actually.  Nonetheless, although I don't often mention it here, this blog is produced in Paris, where I live.  So, I just want to say:

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'etendard sanglant est levé!
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!

 

Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iQ2cHuZ0xE

 

 

 

For those of you looking for something more in the usual line, try  this:

 

http://contemplatingthedivine.blogspot.nl/2015/07/esclavage-inegalite-sororite.html

 

Or wait until Tuesday.

Agony aunts

She's got so much to give.

 

 

So much easier than a long drawn-out evening of silence.  Although, oddly, no quicker.

 

 

 

Boys can be so messy.  Especially during edge-play.

 

 

 

Poor Selina. I hope she's feeling better.

 

 

 

Oh well... at least you don't have to get down on your knees and apologise to him properly.

Let down your hair

 

No – don’t try to struggle.  I tie men up for a living you know!  I do know how to make sure they can’t get free.  Just wait quietly while the glue sets.

I said quietly!  There’s really no point in trying to talk.  I can’t understand what you’re saying through that gag.  And anyway, I don’t care.

You know, I thought I recognised your voice, when you phoned to make the appointment?  But I couldn’t place it.  But the very moment you walked through the door, I remembered of course.  Billy.  Billy the bully.

I suppose you call yourself ‘William’ now, do you? Maybe you’re a reformed character too, hmm?  Or are you just as unpleasant to the people you work with as you were to us at school?  Hmm?  Especially the women, I expect.  Unless you want something from them – I’ll bet you’re a real arse-licker to boss, hmm?  You always were.

 

 

So now here we are.  Dominatrix and client.  Helen and William.  God – that year when we had French together with Madame Kerguelen!  I was sitting right on front of you.  I don’t think my head ever stopped hurting that year.  You were such an evil little bastard.  You know I even got detention once for crying out, when you tugged really hard?  Maybe I should do that to you too – make you sit alone in a room for a few hours.

But it’s the hair-pulling that I really want you to try.  You see all that apparatus up there?  Well, when that glue has set in your hair, the cords I’ve threaded all the way through it will be meshed firmly into your hair.  And I’ll attach them to some of those chains and then we’ll start to have some fun.

“A bit of fun”?  Wasn’t that how you always described it?

Well, Billy boy, this is a pro-domme dungeon and I really know how to have fun.  Pull the hair and make her cry, that was your favourite game, wasn’t it?  Well, here we’ll play it with grown-up equipment.

I’ll attach the chains to some of those little pullies I’ve got up there, and I’ll put weights on them.  And we can slowly pull your hair.  You see – I’ve got some on the side, as well?  So I can pull parts of your hair in different directions.  And I think from time to time I’ll pick one up in my hand and attach a particularly heavy weight – and then I’ll drop it.  For a good old-fashioned tug. 

 

Just like old times.

 

 

 

The part of Domina Rapunzel in this tale was played by the original, mysterious, alluring and occasionally terrifying Mistress Eleise de Lacey.