Tuesday, December 12, 2017

You know how bad girls get

Ah.. school days - cold showers, long tedious detentions, horrible over-cooked cabbage for lunch, exams and homework... not to mention the corporal punishment and the humiliating bullying.  It seems so long ago now... must be months at least. I really must book another session.

No I never said that!  So unfair, you horrible old cow.  Oops.

But not so brave as to refuse. There's brave and there's sheer suicidal lunacy.

Spelling 'wear' wrong shouldn't go unnoticed and uncorrected, either. 
Mistress Teresa May, obviously.  Of all the things that could complicate a career in professional domination, "Having the same name as the Prime Minister" (or vhery nhearly the same) was probably not one that she anticipated.

I think she's probably right there.  You might have to conduct a careful examination of her feet before you're sure, though.

He probably doesn't know what the capital of Gabon is. Trouble is, nor does she.  I wonder how they'll resolve the impasse?

Friday, December 8, 2017

Confidently supreme

She doesn't like 'torturess' either.  It's sexist. Like a woman can't torture people just as well as a man, you know? Better, even.  So don't call her that.  Call her... oh I don't know. Something respectful, I'd suggest. Very respectful.

'You're a taxi!'  It's an old joke, but I like to make my date laugh.  Often, the evening together ends with her leaving my apartment almost hysterical with laughter. In fact, I bumped into an old flame the other day and she started giggling as soon as she saw me.

No problem. That's what Kenny is here for.  He pays handsomely for the privilege, after all.

I wouldn't mind, but I read that book before, counting 'the' for another Mistress.
 This is the wonderful Lady Sophia Black, who is if anything even more wonderful in person than Her online persona (which is very, very wonderful indeed).

Hmmm.  She seems to have mostly disapppeared from the Internet.  Now that is a loss.

Choking on someone else's vomit?  Unpleasant but, well, you know, Her kink is not your kink. Or anyone's.
Mistress Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress, who seems not to have retired after all.  So that's a bit better.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Dancing to Her tune

It's definitely syrup, so don't worry about that, OK?

I mean it's no wonder she prefers spending time just with Howard if you're all gloomy, is it?

I dunno. She orders me around, ignores my wishes, feeds my genitals to the cat... Sometimes I wonder why I put up with it all.

See? And you were worried you might not be having any sex on your honeymoon!

Domino specialists are odd.   To visit one, you need to book in advance, phone that same morning before 10am to confirm (and receive instructions on meeting up, the first time) then take your course fees along in an unsealed envelope.  I always take a little gift, too.  Not dominoes - I expect they get enough of those.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Panic of girls

Oh well.  It has to be better than that call centre in Dhaka she put me in last year.

That is what little boys are made of, after all.  Somehow I always knew.

Well, as long as she's genuinely rehabilitated herself, I suppose it's OK.

Girls have always known I'm 'special' and treated me accordingly.

I feel disempowered every time I even see a picture of Gal Gadot. I go weak at the knees.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

What She said

Damn... I'd already bought the ring. Oh well. I suppose the cock could take one more, but they're going to jingle together when I walk.

You don't know until you've tried it, do you?

Mmpphh mpphhhnnmm mmmphhh nng.

Well, they might not care and she might not care, but I care. Doesn't that count for anything?  Oh.  OK, then.

Probably just as well that physical responses to stereotypically sexually submissive outfits don't engender automatic castration. I mean, Tumblr's business model would collapse, for a start.

PS: dedicated readers of this blog might enjoy this four minute movie.  It's not, like, explicit femdom or anything but I thought it was rather sweet.  He's a lucky guy - the husband, I mean. Well, Santa too, I guess.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Curled up with a good book

My weekend newspaper's book review section always includes a roundup of the top five bestsellers in some literary genre: science fiction, historical novels, that kind of thing.  This week, they're focusing on castration lit.  I was heartened to see that this popular genre is breaking out into the mainstream at last, so I thought I'd ignore the law on copyright and share the piece with you.

I expect these are all available on Amazon, somewhere.  Incidentally, isn't that a great name for a company? 

Bestsellers monthly: Cast-lit

This month, our bestsellers feature reports on the castration literature phenomenon that swept the English-speaking world in 2016 and shows no sign of abating as 2017 draws towards its close.  Here are the top five on this month’s chopping block!

Find Out What you Mean to Me

Susan’s unhappy marriage turns into what seems likely to be a still more unhappy divorce – until Susan has a brilliant idea to turn her life around!  Her husband Oliver is a deeply dislikable character whose inevitable end on the cutting table we anticipate with growing pleasure – and we are not disappointed.  In the run up to this satisfying denouement, however, Susan must first learn about the tools of her trade – and there are newspaper boys, divorce lawyers and an unfortunate Anglican vicar along the way, to give her the opportunity.  Strictly by the numbers but if you enjoy scenes of men in agony, pleading in terror to avoid their richly-deserved fates – and who doesn’t? – this one is for you. 

Rising cast-lit star Liz Folgate, author of Find Out What you Mean to Me.

Scream Louder for Me: the Chronicles of Cutting, vol 5.

Patricia Layton knows what her readers like and reliably delivers it to them in a fifth volume of her popular series.  Literary critics affect to despise her contrived plots and weak characterisation, but no one writes a torture scene like Layton. Every male character we meet is going to end up strapped to a wooden block awaiting his fate in terror before too long anyway, so do we really care much about their motivations?  More than 200 million sales worldwide says that most of us don’t.

The queen of scream herself, Patricia Layton. Not a believer in cruelty-free fashion!

Sins of Omission

Many would not consider this debut novel to be ‘cast lit’ at all. Julie Melfoy builds her world slowly and with care, inviting the reader fully to enter it – and readers seeking a slash and scream experience should look elsewhere, as no cutting occurs at all in the first two-thirds of the book.  John Laurie, the main male character, is far from the arrogant obnoxious stereotypical man providing the meat in a typical cast-lit story and Rosie Vinners, his childhood sweetheart, no sadistic torturess. Yet their relationship seems always fated to end up with him on the cutting board and the path they take there is richly satisfying.  For readers who want literary ‘meat’ as well as the more ordinary kind, when reading about castration, this book is strongly recommended.

Can men and women ever resolve their differences without resorting to castration?  Sins of Omission explores this dilemma with flair and sensitivity.  The movie adaptation, pictured above, is eagerly awaited for 2018.

Pride and Penectomy

Olivia Rawston’s tongue is always firmly in her cheek in this witty homage to Austen.  Will Mr Darcy manage to save his family jewels?  Of course not.  Austen-lovers will adore Rawston’s wry and wickedly sadistic take on a classic, others will just enjoy the inventive use of agricultural tools as Elizabeth and her sisters turn the tables on their pompous suitors.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good set of genitals must be in want of a gelding knife.


Dark and complex, this novel turns the established cast-lit plot on its head. The screaming never lets up, but this is no mere orgy of pain.  Instead of meeting a sequence of unpleasant men who will inevitably receive their just desserts, we are introduced to each character when he is already on the cutting-table and we learn his story through his desperate confessions. Initially, our sympathies are – for once – with the men, who seem to be the innocent victims, but the truth is slowly and oh-so-painfully extracted from them and we come to appreciate and admire the wielder of the red-hot pincers.  Her story is told only at second hand, through the agonised pleading of the men who have wronged her – but what a tale it is.  Be warned: this novel will make you think, it will make you weep and it may well change your life.  Shortlisted for the Booker Prize.

All of Endgame takes place in a single room but somehow the novel avoids any feelings of claustophobia. Instead, in its life-affirming conclusion, true freedom is found within the bare stone walls of a torture cell.