Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Safe words

"Sorry" is usually fairly safe, I find.


"Yes Mistress" is generally quite harmless too...

Not sure I know of any others.

Breakfast whipping
Another day, another, err...

Femdom gender sensitivity training
I used to think it was a load of nonsense, but then I went on a gender sensitivity course and was surprised to discover just how sensitive parts of my body could become.

Oh dear femdom scat
I have nothing to say.

Remote control slave
Isn't technology wonderful?  Just a few fingers swiped across this simple device and all the household chores are done and there's an extra €10,000 in her bank account.  Amazing. 

Lovingly bruised by Mistress
Nothing wrong with a few visible signs of a good healthy loving relationship.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Awe and shock

OWK ladies with slaves
They operate a performance management system of penalties and rewards.  If you perform badly, you're punished severely.  If you perform well, you're punished a bit less severely.  Probably. 

Yet more small cock humiliation
Actually, I have a chapter about dealing with this sort of rejection in my new self-help book, called She's just not that into you - because you're a sad little weirdo with a tiny cock.

Chastity key to happiness
All sorts of ways that conversation could go.  "What key?" would be a bad thing to hear, for instance.

Domme shoots the pervert

Female led - very female led
It's a good thing someone's got willpower, anyway.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet

I loved that line, and the image it conveys, when I first heard it as a teenager.

Y at-il un lecteur de ce blog qui sait où je peux trouver un donjon (ou "SM-Studio" ou quelque chose de similaire) à louer pour quelques heures, Paris ou ses environs? S'il vous plaît écrivez dans la section des commentaires si vous en connaissez un. Un grand merci (et je m'excuse pour ce que j'écris le français si mal!).

Back to English.  More pictures of incompetently captioned perfection follow.

Angelina domme hurrah!
Not quite dry...

Sadistic dental what's not to like
Don't worry.  She's promised to keep really quiet, when she reaches orgasm.

Mean castration trick
Awww, c'mon.  Don't be a meanie.

Karen domme
And there you were thinking that Karen hates you!  It just goes to show...

Only if femdom
They say laughter is the best aphrodisiac.  Believe me, it isn't true.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Guest publication

Well, here's my very first guest publication, from a remarkable contribution in the comments section a week ago by Surrendered Husband, in response to this:

It's a privilege for me to share it up here, where I thought it might get the wider audience it deserves. Over to you, Surrendered:

Men's Lib

Society is an absolute gynarchy now and has been since anyone can remember. Well at least as far back as the elementary history lessons that boys are taught go.

After their six years of school, the best looking, best behaved boys enter their lives of domestic service doing endless routines of cooking, cleaning, and serving women. The women of course live like the Queens that they are.

Other boys who are not as good looking or behave badly are assigned to hard, dirty, menial jobs which shorten their life spans and insure that the ‘good boys’ will continue to ‘be good’ or they too could be ‘reassigned’.

The best of the ‘good boys’ become male wives for rich and powerful women. While there, they live as her cook, maid, and sex toy for as long as she wants him. Divorce laws for cases filed by women are very liberal. Men are not allowed to file. The lucky men are treated as mindless, coquettish children. Others are treated as slaves and beaten into submission.

Despite these conditions there does exist a minor underground or “Men’s Libbers” who make very basic human rights requests such as limits on punishments, more education, cleaner and safer working conditions.

When women hear about men becoming ‘uppity’ and are starting to talk about equality between the sexes they usually laugh at them and their male foolishness.

But when men are caught spewing this vile “Men’s Lib” poison they are severely punished. Only the prettiest and otherwise best behaved ones remain in their much coveted domestic roles. Other are sent to the fields or factories to be worked to death. First time offenders simply have their domestic chores schedule increased drastically to insure that they have no time to waste on such silly and pernicious thoughts.

“Men’s Lib” is the one unforgivable sin. If it is allowed to fester the entire gynarchy could come tumbling down and the women know it. So it is belittled, and then punished harshly.


“Oh don’t tell me you are one of those silly “Men’s Libbers” now are you? You’re such a pretty boy! Where would you get such foolish ideas? Now be a dear and get me another drink. Oh and change into your new bedroom boy outfit. You know the one I just bought you silly!”

“I found this “Men’s Lib” pamphlet in your dresser honey. I think you need a good sound spanking, corner time, and then I’m thinking about having you scrub my kitchen floor AND my bathroom floor every night for a month with a strap on mouth brush. Oh and I’m putting you in a single sleeve while you do it too! That should keep you from wasting MY time with this foolishness!”

“A restriction put on how much a wife can paddle her husband? Preposterous! How will order in the home ever be maintained?”

“Hey have you heard? The police just arrested a bunch of those “Men’s Lib” freaks! They were meeting without a permit. Yeah, as if they would EVER get one! They are all down in the public square in the stocks for 48 hours! Let’s go beat their asses RAW!!!”

“I simply don’t understand any boy today wanting to take college prep classes when they should be focused on their Home Ec. Work! I mean what woman would want to marry some boy who wants to act strong and independent like a woman?!”


“Oh No, Honey! I would never want to be one of those icky “Men’s Libbers”! I’m a traditional boy at heart! I just want to get married and keep a house for my Lady and raise her children for her!”

“Oh that’s so sweet! Why don’t you go make me a sandwich and get me a beer while you are up? And hey why don’t you put on those cute tight spandex shorts I bought you. You know I love to see your package wrapped all pretty like that. That’s my boy…”

“OK, Honey! Do you REALLY think they look pretty on me?”

“Some of the girls are coming over later. Do you think you could have the washing and vacuuming done by then? We’re gonna watch the game and that noise is not something we should have to put up with. Oh and could you make us some snacks? You’re such a doll!”

“Now how is that offensive? All I said was that you had a pretty little butt! Now don’t go getting all ‘huffy’ now. You know there are laws against “Men’s Lib” in this country! You didn’t think about that now did you? Well now that you’ve thought about it, why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap for a while Sugar? Oh and unbutton that shirt of yours. You know how I like to see you dress…”

“Who could do their chores, keep fit, and dress nicely and still have time for that silly “Men’s Lib” stuff?”

“You say I’m ‘Such a sexist’, that I am ‘So Bad’, well how come I make you so hard when I talk like this? That’s cause that is what boys like!”

“Oh don’t talk like that! You are such a naughty woman!”

“It’s a good thing you are so beautiful and so strong or no boy would want to go out with you, you sexist!”

“I’ll show you what sexist is, Sugar Plum…”

Thank you again, Surrendered Husband.  Here are some links I suggested in my reply: if you haven't been following Contemplating the Divine from the beginning, you might like these magazine covers (link) . They look to me as if they must have come from the very future you describe. There's a disgraceful "Men's lib" publication even among these, so the future isn't perfect. Not yet.

It's nothing to do with me - I'm certainly no supporter of "male liberation" - but you might also like this external site:

Monday, October 15, 2012

Marks for bad behaviour

Dominatrix guardresses oh my
What was his offence?  Oh - reading porny blogs on the Internet, I think.  Eighteen months with hard labour  - he got off quite lightly, wouldn't you say?

Edge play domina
Mmmm.  A new experience!.

Humiliated husband and son
Just like a mother to remind you of those embarassingtimes over her knee, eh?  Last Friday, for example, just before the wedding. That was a bad one.

Femdom prison guardresses again!
Freedom is slavery.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E - find out what you mean to her
Well... at least you're talking.  That's good, right?

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Brutal loving care

Femdom captions, captioned pictures of female domination, dominatrix, domina, domme, female led relationships and all that kind of search engine bait, y'know?

Here we go:

Girls with guns oh my
To be fair, it wasn't specifically on the hard limits list you agreed, so she does have every right...

Dragon bride oriental femdom yknow?
You could start by learning Xin lỗi.  That's 'Sorry'.  You'll be needing that a lot*.

Caned by my wife for the other thing
Confession can be really good for dealing with feelings of guilt. Try it.

femdom allowances
Bursting into tears can usually get you a few dollars extra.  What price self-respect?  Oh, about $2.50, maybe $2.75.

Heel boy femdom
* Curiously, the same online phrasebook that gave me Xin lỗi also provides Tàu cánh ngầm của tôi đầy lươn - "My hovercraft is full of eels"

Friday, October 5, 2012

A facility for correction

This wonderful lady certainly has one.  Thank You, my Lady.

Small penis humiliation yet again
'Dainty'.  Isn't that a nice word?  All dainty down there.  And kinda cute.

Fake femdom whipping
Oh - and for the orgasm shots they use a body double. 

Finding his feminine side
Fortunately, all my girlfriends assured me that I never suffered too much from that particular complaint.

Marital orders
Are you going to let her order you about like that? Are you?  Well?
Mouthsoaping femdom yum yum
Funny, that, because it always tastes exactly like soap.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Happy Anniversary Femdom Resource

Just a quick post, unfortunately a day late, to congratulate Paltego over at Femdom Resource on the second anniversary of his blog. 

Happy Anniversary Paltego!  I got you a present!  But then I'm afraid someone trod on it.  :-( 

Sorry about that.  I expect it's still OK to eat, though.  She wiped her feet before coming in.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Very short femdom story: Burial plot

Burial plot

“I expect you find it strange, not having Mark around the house any more?”, Amelia said, sympathetically.

“Oh yes” replied Karen.  “After nine years of marriage it’s… well, it’s – “

And she broke off, tears welling up in her eyes.  Her friend reached forward and laid a hand on hers.

“You don’t have to tell me.  I went through it with Colin too.  No matter how prepared you are, it feels so odd, with the house empty.  But you know, in the long run it’s best.  He was in so much pain in the last few years – and now you can get on with your life.”

“I know” sniffed Karen.  “It was just – seeing him being buried at the weekend.  I thought I’d be ready.  But it wasn’t easy.”

She had a thought.  “Would you like to see where he’s buried? I visit every day, you know.”

Amelia smiled, understandingly.  “Yes.  Yes, I’d like that.”

They went out into the garden, where a freshly dug patch of earth made it obvious where Mark’s final resting place was to be found.

“There” Karen said.  “That’s his breathing tube, you see.  The blue one.  Then the green one is for feeding and water. I’ve been feeding him every day, you know.  Well – except Tuesday.  It was raining too hard.”
She looked a little sad.

“That’s OK”, Amelia said encouragingly, squeezing her arm.  “I did just the same at first.  But then later on you’ll find you don’t want to take the time any more, and I expect you’ll install a feeding tank.  I only have to fill mine once a month now, and that’s for both of them.”

The two stood still for a moment, looking silently at the two little tubes sticking out of the ground.  A blade of grass growing near the mouth of the blue one quivered from time to time, as Mark’s breathing disturbed the air.

“Did he suffer much, in the last few days?” Amelia enquired.

“Oh yes.” Karen said.  “I made sure of that. By the end, he could barely scream any more.”

“Well then” Amelia said, turning to her friend and smiling reassuringly.  “You’ll always have those memories. Let’s go and have a cup of tea, and you can try out the new boy.”

And with that, the two friends turned and went back into the house, leaving Mark to rest forever in peace.