Month: May 2018

Maids of dishonour



Just as long as I don’t have to do the thing with the blow-up flamingo again.

He’s lucky she’s in such a good mood. When she gets cross, things can get quite unpleasant.
The delightful and sweet-natured Mistress Sidonia of the English Mansion, of course. She has a wonderful blog, full of unusual and interesting stuff.  I’m sure you knew that already.
The editors get a lot of letters like that. They have to hide them from their own wives, of course.

He came to the Sanctuary hoping to act out his fantasies about brutal rape.  Which, in a way, he did.
They look like they have high standards don’t they?  Or maybe the surface was just very, very dustry. He’ll be hoovering the bath after this.

 Here’s an extra one.  Doesn’t feature any actual females, so doesn’t really count (the same principle should apply to elections and board meetings, in my humblest opinion):








Charmful




Some men hope for threesomes.  Me, I’m lucky if I get a onesome.


She’s also never owned an umbrella in her life.

He’s not looking forward to childbirth.

The sounds the floor makes are very different from those made by wood planking.  But very pleasant, nonetheless.

Their ballroom is world famous.


Herarchy



And when she’s sure she makes sure you’re sure.








Giving until it hurts.






He is now.






Well, I hate being whipped, so I can see a difference of opinion there that won’t be easy to resolve.  Still, better not tell her. It’ll only make her cross.




They’re already planning a sequel.  With different male lead characters, obviously.


 

Since you made it all the way down here (try to work more quickly next time, OK? My Blogger stats show that most readers reach orgasm by the third caption so there’s really no excuse for needing all five) here’s a little extra.

The Portly Polar Pinniped has the best collection of ‘mainstream’ video clips I have ever seen.  Many of them very much themed along the ‘women’s world’ that this blog so often celebrates. He must be a busy little aquatic mammal and you’ll want to check out both his uploaded videos and his playlists.

There’s too many to single out all my favourites. But check out this playlist.  It starts with the Charlie’s Angels clip you’ve probably seen, but press on as I’ll bet there’s good stuff here you haven’t. Especially this (rather reminiscent of the Two Ronnies Worm that Turned of blissful childhood memory). Oh: and definitely  – def-in-ite-ly – this.  And so much more.

Flap your flippers together in appreciation of the portly pinniped!

Street vendor

Just a quickie…

You want what, sweetheart?  ‘Humiliation’?

Yeah… look, I don’t really do the freak
stuff, you know?  I mean… I’m still young
and attractive… got lovely big tits, arse, yeah?  I generally go with men who actually get
turned on by an attractive female body: I take my clothes off, they get hard,
we fuck and that’s it.

Trouble with a humiliation scene, is I
never know when I take my bra off whether you’re going to want to kiss my tits
or put it on yourself, you know?  And if I take my
knickers off you’d probably rather handwash them than fuck me, wouldn’t you?
There was a girl round here used to cater to perves like you, you know.  She didn’t like them either, but she had these… like, cold sores? So normal blokes didn’t much want to fuck her. She used to make her customers kiss her sores – said they couldn’t get enough of it. Horrible.
I mean, you must get diseases, right?  I expect you like kissing and licking shoes, yeah?  You’d like to get down on your knees and lick away at the lovely red leather on these, wouldn’t you?  Even though I’m out here on the street wearing them all evening. There’s probably not an inch of this pavement that hasn’t been pissed on by some beered-up bloke going home from the pub: you know that, right?  It’s not like I step in puddles of the stuff but would you really lick the soles of these?  Even if they, like, stank of piss?  Fucking hell, you would, wouldn’t you?

Look, darling, you know, two blocks down is where the
really old tarts hang out.  You go down
there and they’ll humiliate you all right – you can empty your wallet for some
sixty year-old alcoholic with severe halitosis, you know? Cos I’m not going to get any real customers who want an actual woman to fuck, while you’re standing here touching yourself like that.  
Yeah – don’t think I didn’t notice.

Oh god – you’ve got a stiffie,
haven’t you? Is that just from talking to me like this, you pathetic loser?  Jesus fucking Christ that’s sad.  How do blokes like you get so
fucked up anyway?  Did you, like, get
caught masturbating in your mum’s knickers or something? And then get hard when
she spanked you over her lap? Or maybe it’s some sort of repressed homosexual thing.

Do you know what street girls like me
call sad old gits like you? We –

Oh? Oh fuck! Are you coming in your
trousers?  Oh, you filthy fucking… is that just from talking to me?  That has got to be the saddest thing I’ve ever
seen… I think I’m going to have to offer a free fuck to the next real man who
goes past, just to get that out of my mind.

Yeah…

All done? 
Great.
Do you want a tissue?  No?  Sure – cos there’s a bit of a stain?  So if you’re going back to work, I’d… No?  Done for the week?  Oh – lucky you!  Weekend starts here, eh?
All right, sweetheart. 
Take care now, OK?  See you next week.

Until morale improves


There is actually a technique for pushing a pole all the way through a man’s alimentary canal without causing internal injuries.  Sadly, she doesn’t know it.

I would explain, but Someone doesn’t allow me to speak to strangers.  Or, indeed, people we know.

Residents staying for longer get a food dispenser too.  But you’ll be OK without – it’s only ten days.
 This is the lovely, clever and witty Tiffany Naylor, yet another Lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in ‘person’.
I’m surprised he can afford to visit her, on a teacher’s salary.  Still, he gets his money’s worth.

I’ve actually set up my loozr account so it automatically sends a message to any woman who spends longer than five minutes within ten metres of me.  I don’t know what the message says, but on the very rare ocasions it’s been used, it seems to have been quite effective.


Matronising attitudes

Well, all right. As long as I get to have my say on the subject.

That’s fair.
It’s so hard to choose sometimes, isn’t it?  Hmm… would I rather have a cock in my mouth or a turd? It’s so hard being submissive – I’ll bet other sexual perversions don’t end up causing such dilemmas.

It’s actually doubly unfair to set particularly hard questions to boys, because we’re stupider.

Hope she reads the instructions.  Apparently, if you exceed the recommended dose, it can cause quite a lot of discomfort. I mean, more than the intended discomfort, obviously.


Domesticated bliss

Oh…  now there was a reason. What on earth was it?  Ermmm… let me think.
It’s her next project for the garden, after the sun deck is all done.

They say that dieting requires self-discipline, but I’ve never found I needed any.


Oh, humour her.  Women can be silly about these things.  An occasional waterboarding is a small price to pay for a harmonious mariage, hmm?








Nothing.  Yet.

That would be funny…

… if it weren’t so sad.



Actually, there’s a perfectly simple explanation. Just tell her you’re a pervert.





You can get quite sweaty dressed up like that.  Hope the other guests have brought plenty of liquids.


Hee hee. Brad might think he’s her favourite lover, but she doesn’t put the spotty socks on for him, does she?  I know where her true affections lie.  Anyway, better get on with it, there’s ironing to do (yum!).
Very true. We each have our special skill. Mine is ‘incompetence’.
Blubbolow fllabbo ploh?


The other was me and I’m a boy

Never quite sure what The Who were complaining about in that song. Looks to me like an idyllic childhood.

You can earn free hair grips and stuff when you spend money too – pretty cool, huh?


She tries so hard… but usually fails.
That’s a bit unfair.  I once told my SO that I could do any job a woman can do, so she arranged an internshp at a brothel, giving blow-jobs to oil rig workers on shore leave. To be honest, I wasn’t quite as good at it as the girls but I had plenty of clients once they priced me at a 95% discount.
Yeah, how about it Dave?  Equal pay for equal work.  Stand up for yourself and be a man, for once.  Or ‘you go, girl!’.  Whatever.

Our pillory’s my special place.  I can spend hours at a time in there, not really doing anything in particular, you know?


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