Month: August 2018

Back in harness

So, here we are.  Back from my fabulous tour of the Greek islands.  Well… I assume we toured the Greek islands. There aren’t actually any windows in the middle galley deck of a trireme, so I am not quite sure, but we definitely went from one place to another, sometimes quite fast.  We had some lovely tour guides, who encouraged us along, while this big bald guy played a drum (somewhat repetitively in my view, but even the most sophisticated musical talent has to begin somewhere I suppose).  These tour guides didn’t speak any English, but they managed to get their message across quite effectively.


I hope you all had a good time while I was gone.  Back to normal, as from today. 




I quite liked this one.  Why should safewords only work in one direction?







If I got the chance, that is.

I hope she realises that we submissives need to stick together.
There are many words that sound like bitch.  Very few that sound like cattle prod. Or feel like one.

 

Indeed we don’t.  Not after the last time.




Summer days, drifting away (7)

Why are the posts being published daily?  Why no snarky captions under the snarky images?  Why only three pictures each post and why hasn’t Servitor replied to the comments?


Because it’s summer, moron.  That’s what happens on this blog in summer.  Look at the first of this current series.
 
Why is Servitor always so rude in his imagined conversations with his readership?


Because you’re mostly humiliation sluts and you love it, you brainless half-wit. Honestly…  Oh – and I think the word ‘readership’ is only appropriate to describe those not actually playing with their cocks at the time?  Otherwise it’s… I dunno… wankership or something.

Any more questions?

Good.

 

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