Romantic disdain

Women… sometimes they want you to scream hysterically, cry and beg for mercy, sometimes it’s just ‘annoying’.  My SO gave me 24 hard strokes with the cane yesterday and when I started shrieking and pleading frantically (on or maybe just before stroke number two, if I recall correctly) she told me she was ‘just not in the mood’.  I mean, at that point I was committed, you know?  It’s a physical thing for us guys… can’t just switch it off.

The frightening – truly terrifying – thing about assisting with any kind of competitive sport in OWK is that one of the Ladies has to lose.  They often don’t take it with good grace, you know.

Needless to say, inflicting this sort of public BDSM play on passing strangers is not OK.  And even worse when it’s in front of members of your family, as here.

The customer is always right.




The gimp hoods are going on in the later, private ceremony.  When you and flappy-ears take your real vows.



0 thoughts on “Romantic disdain”

  1. Oh, I'm sure Skittle is sensible enough not to over-react. That thing's been at OWK for years – Madame Sarka originally supervised its construction, I understand. Goodness knows what the Ladies normally use it for, but this is just healthy skittleplay.

    Many thanks for for commenting.

    Best wishes


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