Friday, October 20, 2017

Femalevolence


Oh, just go with it. You enjoy sexy abbatoir play, she enjoys bacon sandwiches.  You're very compatible.



Don't worry. She respects the hard limits imposed by the Geneva Convention.  No hollow-nosed bullets, just a good clean round through the forehead if you get the password wrong.



Poor thing. She obviously misses him terribly.



Yes, I could use a muscle relaxant.  I'm feeling strangely tense about this - which is silly, because there's really nothing that can go wrong with a tonsils operation.



Love that biker chic.  He's a switch - prefers to top, but confident enough to play the strong and silent sub on the bottom, you know?  Goes by the name of Master Marcus when he's domming.  He's also bisexual, or he soon will be, anyway.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Sub title


 
On the other hand, until she's actually checked the lingerie, she won't know.  I mean, he might.



Safewords are a hard limit for my own domme.  She understands why some people like to use them in play, but it's just not for her.  Or - therefore - for me, obviously.



Oohhh I 'd say... three times...maybe three and a half times?  Oh - sorry - you mean in absolute terms?




Gotta take out those male supremacist religious maniacs.  We like female supremacist religious maniacs.  With a vigorous approach to rooting out sin.



I've heard employers like to see a broad range of skills on your CV (resumé, Americans, resumé), so this sounds like 10,000 hours well spent.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Alternative facts

I know you all yearn for a Goverment committeed to the smack of firm but loving matriarchal discipline but if we've learnt anything over the last year or two, it's that in politics anything can happen and it doesn't always turn out the way we might like.

As for those males commited to absurd old-fashioned notions like sexual equality and who might think that the future envisaged under President Hathaway is oppressive (to be honest, not many such males read this blog), they need to be aware that another world is certainly possible.  

I was going to say "your choice, guys".  But of course, it won't be.









 























Tuesday, October 10, 2017

So pretty, oh so pretty

Not the version by those dreadful yobs, of course, but by Mistress Joan.


Oh well, I suppose it's something to take my mind off it.



She's Prisoner Welfare Officer too, so you know she's got your best interests at heart.




A lot of new findommes have the wrong idea about financial domination.  It's actually quite hard work. But not for the domme, obviously.



This being a fantasy blog, I expect she's going to 'punish' you by doing all the things you've always dreamed about, rather than just divorcing you and exposing you to ridicule in the newspapers. 



They're very zealous about it. Indeed, I believe that some of his team are about to raid an establishment where they've received a tip-off about repeated violations of the ban on smoking in the workplace.  They don't give any warning - just burst straight in through the door, cameras at the ready.

Friday, October 6, 2017

A turn for the better

Turning points!  Lots more here.  Mild, implied femdom, mildly entertaining.  All right?  Jolly good.























Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Pink? Pink? Well, what's wrong with pink?

 Seems like you got a pink kink in your think!

Thank goodness I'm not going to be the only one there in pink, anyway.



I only went for the make-up tips anyway.




Ah - the rolling pin!  Just in that sweet spot between loving domestic discipline and cranial fracture.




Time to come out and play!



Nor are there many rhymes for "penectomy".  I mean, you can just about work something in with "respect for me" but it's a bit contrived, don't you think?  And we don't like to have excessively contrived notions here on Contemplating the Divine, as you probably know.




Friday, September 29, 2017

Bossy boots

See?  Told you that in the future, boots would stamp down on male faces forever.  Or was that George Orwell?  Anyway, I have pictures to prove it.


It might get a bit smelly in there, that's the only thing.  But don't worry: they'll hose the crate down before you're introduced to your new owners.



Wife and mother... it's like two jobs rolled into one.



Don't worry, they'll make sure you get all the way to the top.



Looks pretty clean already to me.  You don't suppose she's not a real biker by any chance, do you?



Ah, Mistress Eleise.  Even dressed in her daily work clothes like this, she's stunning.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Compliance training




He'll do OK on personal appearance too. He looks like a cringing, terrified little worm, which is exactly how she likes it.





Don't you just hate it when the dates of your personal appraisals at home and at work coincide?



Don't worry, the HR people will deal with this sensitive matter appropriately, too. Perhaps you ought to drop round, thank them for resolving the matter so speedily? They're the unsung heroines of the workplace, in my view.



Chemical castration - some say it's a valid alternative to physical castration, but I say why not try both?





Don't worry - I don't mean actual 'bears'!  No bestiality in this blog, thank you very much!  No, the caption is suggesting a scene in which this lady is renting out her - husband, boyfriend, stepfather, slave? - to anyone who calls and on this occasion it's going to be a group of big, hypermasculine male hairy biker types. He is presumptively heterosexual by inclination, so the implication is that she is lying, exhibiting gratuitous cruelty to her insignificant other.  OK?  There - now you can enjoy the caption.  Anyone confused by any of the captions in this blog is recommended to read the template post, available here.




Friday, September 22, 2017

Impertinence

 

Well, that doesn't seem very fair.  I mean, does Andrew have to ask my permission when he comes in and puts his big muddy boots up on my nice clean chairs?  I think not.



And for you.



Mmm... sissy maid play. Sheer erotic indulgence, every day from 6am right through to bedtime. Hope there's gruel.




Actually he has a surprise for her.  You know those shoes she threw out into the dumpster and thought she'd never see again?  Well...



Simplify, said Thoreau, and despite being a man, he wasn't entirely wrong.