Happy Hathaday!

Thirty-four today and still stopping hearts!  Happy Hathaday to all the blog's regular readers.

I'm personally quite excited (well, as excited as the steel tube will let me) about Anne's new film, Colossal, in which she stomps all ovcer a South Korean city, causing mahem and destruction as she -

What's that you say?  The stomping is actually done by an insectoid CGI monster which might or might not be telepathically linked to Anne's character, or indeed might not be real?

Oh. That doesn't sound so much fun.  I wonder why they went with that.  When they could've...mmm.

Still, it's an Anne movie so you can bet I'll be saving up my pocket money for the next few weeks to be able to afford a cinema ticket. In the meantime, here are some Hathaptions... no, that's rubbish, erm, Anneotated Hatha.. erm... oh anyway, they're captioned images of The Divine and that's what this blog is all about.

 Three new ones:

 

 

And some of my favourites from the old ones you've seen before, so you don't have to go to the trouble of clicking 'Heart-stopping beauty' in the wordycloud there. Remarkably, this little collection represents considerably less than a third of the Anne captions I've done - but still manages to get very repetitive.  Amazing, huh?

 

 

...and my favouritest of all:

If voting changed anything....

Generally this blog doesn't comment on political or topical events but...but... is there anyone out there who still thinks it's a good idea to let men vote?  I mean, really?  Could there be better proof that politics is just not something that we should bother our silly little heads about?  It's not as if I'd mind the smack of firm government in the right hands, but...

Oh well.  Life goes on and I suppose there are things to be thankful for.  Not being Estonian, Latvian or Lithuanian just now, for example.  

Probably best just to think about happier things, like torture, forced labour and humiliation.  So, back to business as usual.

Hmmm "breath play"?  Well, I guess being breathed upon can't be so bad.  Thank goodness - I thought she was in a vengeful mood after I broke that ornament of hers.

Actually, it's fairly obviously the whipping post by the fountain.  The one by the walled garden is already occupied by his lordship.

Of course, this isn't the first time he's been on his knees since then. In fact, he's rarely off them in her presence these days.

Devil Planet, Space 1999.  The gift that keeps on giving.

Actually her sister's much more the vicious sadist than she is.  She can only get off when she's making a man scream hysterically in pain. She keeps it very separate from her dentistry, though - she's professional like that.

Unrequited contempt

It's always best to ask women in advance what they want. Imagine how awful it would be to spend an hour or two every day for a year writing 36,500 lines only to find out she'd really have preferred something else.

That's not how many kicks you're actually going to get, you understand.  She just wants to understand how guilty you feel.

With Brexit it's probably a good idea to own a few professionals based in Germany or France, too.  You know - diversify.

Just take one whenever you experience feelings of adequacy or self-confidence.

What an honour.

Helplessly devoted

When you wake up I'm sure you'll feel quite different.

Looks like some language lessons are in order!

It's good of Mike to make sure she's satisfied before he has his fun. He's thoughtful like that.

It can be difficult for stepchildren at first. Feelings of rage, resentment.  The books say it's best not to hold it in, so from the look of it things are going to turn out all right in this case.

Nice warm bath with a cast-lit novel, then a back-rub and pop Elastrating Edward into the DVD player.  Bliss.

...and an extra one, because of previous incompetent duplicate posting.  Thanks Ralph D!

Effortless superiority

Oh well. Being beaten by Simon's no fun, but there'll be other guests who want a go too, so...

It's good when fetishes are complementary* like that.  A friend of mine went on a date with a girl he really fancied, who turned out to have a castration fetish - and that just wasn't his thing at all. So he hasn't dated her since.  Or anyone, come to think of it.   Sad, really.

Of course, it's not just about penis length.  Girth matters too.

Crush fetish again!

Oh.  OK.  (Damn!)

* Now come on, EditorDomme!  Is there another fetish blog anywhere on the Internet that knows the difference between complementary and complimentary?  As you know I take (and ocasionally receive) a lot of pains over my grammar.  I could of just written any old rubbish, but I choose my words with care.


Note: due to technical incompetence out of my control, I don't have a good record of which captions I posted between July and October this year (and I am not looking through all the blog posts to check...).  So any males reading this who see a caption they've seen here before can do some work, for once in their lazy, feckless lives, and let me know in the comments.