Friday, March 16, 2018

Utopian dystopia

... or should that be the other way around?  More visions of a possible future, anyway, lots more here.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Sexual kneeling

Mmm... concussion play.

To be fair, she did promise Simon a blow-job.  So don't dawdle.

They did a guy last year who - purely by coincidence - actually developed tonsillitis two weeks later. It took forever to get him strapped down the second time, goodness only know what they poor thing thought they were planning to cut off on that occasion!

It likes looking at the pretty pictures and thinking naughty thoughts, though, doesn't it?

Well, all right then. But I hope Mike doesn't go talking about it at work on Monday, that's all.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Hard-core scorn

Anyway, she can't chat long.  She's just off to the pet shop.  Wants to buy a couple of dogs, apparently.

It'll be good when you're married and you can just just be yourself.

I'm gender non-binary.  Well.. gender fractional, anyway.  About 1/7, my SO reckons.


It's good to know a domme with a really creative imagination.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills

Like a...

Earth... it's like a drive-in burger bar for hungry space travellers.

My signalling organ is permanently set to 'silent mode'.

Not going to work - you need to use an internationally recognised safeword as established by the Geneva Convention.  In Esperanto.

I'm sure he'd like to apologise to her and to women in general, for the thoughtless behaviour that got him into his mess.  Trouble is, that mouth's not really built for speaking. Plus, everyone he's going to meet from now on is likely to be a man.

What do you mean, it's not science fiction?  This is your future.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Safer space

OK, so Ken’s question actually gives me a good opportunity to show you how the new anti-sexist speech code will work in practice.  See, Ken’s worried that his free speech rights will be infringed by our new policies against sexist speech.  And he’s wrong about that, obviously, but it’s OK for him to express those concerns.

But what about the way he expressed those concerns, hmm?  Was he in breach of the policy?  Well, yes, he was. In several ways.  So how could he have expressed his concerns in a way that doesn't involve any kind of sexist behaviour, hmm? Anyone?

No David – women speak first - remember?  I know I said ‘anyone’ but you need to wait at least 30 seconds before attempting to speak to see if any of the women want to say something first, yeah?  We practiced that before.  So… Ken’s question.  What should have have done differently?

Phoebe?  That’s right!  He didn’t put his hand up, did he?  He just started speaking without female permission.  So that’s a violation right there.  Very good.

What about the opinion he expressed?  What did he do there that could have been better?

That’s right, Kate. He disagreed with me.  It's a very common male habit, isn't it? I guess all the women here could tell stories of men just straight-up disagreeing with them like that.  Exactly what the speech code is supposed to stop.  But it's so easy to avoid!  There are just so many ways Ken could have expressed his concerns, there, without disagreeing with something a woman just said.   

He could have thanked me and said how much he agreed with the policy of ending sexist speech, and could I explain a bit more clearly how this does not infringe his constitutional rights.  Or... he could have asked for more advice on how he should express himself, or he could have sought to discover some boundaries, hmmm?  Could have asked me what I would like the limits of his free speech to be, yeah?  Any of those would have been OK.

Anything else?

How did he address me?  Was it respectful?

Well… yes, Kate, he did say "Ma’am".  But he hesitated a bit, didn’t he?  And that sounded just a little disrespectful?  So… maybe OK, to be a bit slow with the "Ma'am" in some circumstances, sure.  As long as it's there.  But given the context: he spoke without permission, he also disagreed with me… his hesitation before calling me "Ma'am" was almost like a direct challenge to my authority, wasn't it? So, yeah, that’s another violation.  

So there's three distinct violations of the code, which is actualy enough to raise some red flags for action.  So I could just call up the app - any time up to three months from the date of the violation, so if you want time to think about it, that's OK - then I'd double-click on Ken and put the report into the system for disciplinary measures to be taken.

He wouldn't lose his job, of course, not for only three violations.  But he'd lose pay and he'd be placed on the watch list, to undergo some more direct training.  There's an external weekend that he'd find very effective.

Ken?  Oh -  putting your hand up, I see!  So much better.  But I don’t want to hear you just now. Does any other woman want to hear what Ken has to say? No? OK, so put it down again.  That’s right.

Now… we’re going to roleplay a typical office situation…  You're all a team discussing a new project, OK? You've each got envelopes describing your role and the team objectives.  You're going to need to plan the research and implentation phases, big marketing push to a female-oriented clientele, yeah? You're going to need tech skills, marketing savvy and a LOT of cups of coffee, OK? Let's see how you handle it - using the speech codes, the way we practiced.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Cower pose

Actually, little wifey has a spare and could easily be persuaded that medical monitoring at work is important too.

Remember: she loves you and would never want to cause you any pain.  But sometimes she feels she has to.

Nicer, but dimmer.

It's quite a slow way to communicate.  But effective.

She believes equally in strict maternal and uxorial discipline.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Conscious incompetence

That's me...with occasional periods of unconsciousness, when She plays a little too vigorously.

I don't know about you, but I've reached the point in my life where just stuffing high-value notes into an envelope gives me an erection.

He gets up early and sings his little song.

The irony is, they then use ordinary gelding clippers to remove what remains of the burnt semi-dissolved flesh. So it's all a bit pointless, really.  Will you tell her, or shall I?

Unaccompanied males can enter the country on their own passports, of course.  It's just leaving that's forbidden.

Best not to argue, though.

Friday, February 23, 2018

I was so upset I cried

... all the way to the chip shop.

It might.

Let's hope he doesn't say anything embarrassing.

A male submisive who fantasises about domestic drudgery but actually doesn't know the first thing about housework?  Wow - pretty crazy idea, huh?

The worst of it is, she doesn't allow me nearly enough pocket money to even dream of saving up to pay for a session with her. So it'll be bananas all the way.

She knows, having tested a few to destruction.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


And if you don't think so... well, that just proves her point, doesn't it?

Time for some firmer measures here too.

I have no idea what that means.  I don't even speak Swiss - or Austrian or whatever.

I paid a prostitute for a 'girlfriend experience' once.  She took out an injunction and banned me from being within half a mile of her.  I am allowed to visit her flat once a month to make the payments, though.

Yes.  Yes it is.

Friday, February 16, 2018

Fragile masculinity

...and that's a precious thing, because - oops!  Dropped it.  Oh well.  I never really used it anyway.  I'll fetch a dustpan and brush, shall I, Ma'am?

Now that sounds like a man who's strong enough to say sorry.

We hold these truths to be self-evident.  That all men are created feral.

Perhaps if you save up, you could buy her time for an evening or something. On your wedding anniversary, for example.  That would be a nice gesture.

Divorce in haste, repent at leisure.  The positive thing is that he's actually still seeing quite a lot of his wife, which I think is very healthy.


It's called 'I dare you even to think about not telling the truth, you devious little brat.'