Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
It’s that holiday time again. Sun, sand, sea and sangria – so it’s kennel time for poor old Servitor for two weeks. Still: at least I won’t get rabies. As has become a tradition, I’ll queue up a daily post of three random, mostly slightly old but previously unpublished captions.
She should be home to let me out in about two weeks, I understand.
Enjoy.
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| The trick to a happy marriage is to realise when she’s not actually ‘asking’. |
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| Mummy’s got grown-up things she needs to do, by the look of it, poppet. |
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| I do, I do! |
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| It sounds ideal. |
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| What have I got to lose? Rationally speaking? Not much, to be brutally honest. |
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| And I didn’t even use paracetemol – that’s cheating. |
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| Poor thing – thinking about it all afternoon like that. |
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| Like steel needles, huh? Oh dear. Many of us know how awful those can feel. |
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| And don’t forget the gratitude time. That’s very important. |
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| Submissive women… fear them. I mean, it’s not natural, is it? |
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
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| She has. Twice already just this week, actually. |
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| Can’t disagree with that. |
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| He’s actually going to be hotter here at home than she is on the beach, oddly enough. |
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| She volunteered for the sexual crimes squad. Said she wanted to give something back. |
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| Yeah… yeah. Just pretend. It’s fine. Go with it. |
