It is self-evident that being whipped hurts. But why? Pain is the body's way of saying something's bad for you and it wants you to end it.
Guess what? The Gringe is back. Of course he is isn’t after me, too benign. Evil only harms the ones you love. All options – including doing nothing – make it worse. On several occasions I woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming how I beat that asshole into a bloody pulp with a baseball bat.
For some absurd reason – distraction perhaps – it made me wonder why whips hurt. Simple question, ain’t it? Well, it is not. Search for it and you find a long list mainly about why whips crack. Apparentely people are intrigued by the sound of it. Whether or not a whip hurts more than a plank is a different question altogether. I’ll save the nature of pain for another time. Let’s first try to find out why a whip hurts.
one man's blog on femdom and bdsm. part of me. not all of me.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Femdom Is Not a Self Help Book

In one of today’s newsletters I found a link to a story about an ugly duck who takes a dominatrix class as the cure to a unhappy vanilla love life. As if. It is your usual harrowing tale, that is before you take into account the editoral freedom the author – a freelance writer and comedian – allows herself.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Future of Femdom Part I
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A while ago I watched a series of interviews with dominatrixes. Rather than asking interesting or - heaven forbid - tough questions, the interviewer was so overwhelmed in the presence of Her Graciousness, he couldn’t stop sucking up. Such a shame. There is so much more to ask. When you sit down with a domme, who allows you to pick her brain, make the best of it. Whatever they have to say, I am sure, is guaranteed to fill more than a couple of Fifty Shades volumes. So I turned it around. What questions would I like to ask?
Saturday, March 05, 2016
Set An Example. No More Viagra. Tit For Tat.

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There is more to happiness than meets the eye. |
Even a smartass like me sometimes gets it wrong. I always believed Viagra was invented to make slaves suffer more. You know, just say the magic words: “open wide boi” After which mistress pops you a pill and throws in a free chastity device. Funny thing then it is not the cage that grows on the slave. It is the blue miracle which takes away most of his autonomy. You know, that unruly and mostly indepedant part of every slave.
Monday, February 29, 2016
Why I Never Collected My Nobel Prize

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I'm tough as nails. That is until... |
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Nope. Just like you can max out your credit cards, you can max out your heart. There is a limit to everything. Mistress knows I kind of like her a lot. Finding out that over time those feelings have increased is an insult. Don’t worry, I am very discreet and unobtrusive, but I simply cannot hide my happiness when I see her.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Germany's Next Top Model Owns a Slave

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The eyes, the smile. Add honesty and strength of character. What is not to like. Let's ask Heidi. |
Fifty Shades is kind of acceptable to the general public. That is, if you read it on your way to work. At home you obviously read something more upbeat like "War and Peace". So much for social acceptance of femdom. It ain't ever gonna happen.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Pain in Paradise

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Unfortunately, no time to enjoy the scenary. |
Perhaps living on an island has its advantages after all. And by that I mean Japan, not the Island of Camerloton.
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