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.
Come along, darling
Don’t dawdle.
Oooh… 50% of the way there! That’s closer than I’ve ever got.
It’s not as high-margin a business as you might expect, but fortunately some of her labour costs are very low indeed. Speaking of which, have you negotiated your salary yet? No? OK.
From the look of the sea, they’ve got ages… which is just as well, because Julie can be quite slow to get aroused, unless she can use her cattle prod.
Every poet should have a muse. This lucky lad has two.
And let’s not have any old-fashioned patriarchal nonsense about ‘earning’ it, OK? It’s not your salary, not now you’re married.
You might find it hard to imagine you’ll forget you’re wearing something as heavy and bulky as that, but believe me: once the nipple clamps go on and the scrotal ring is properly anchored to your ankle chain, you’ll hardly notice it.
15 thoughts on “Come along, darling”
Actually, my Mistress is very generous about increasing my monthly allowance in line with my annual salary increase. Woe betide me of course should that annual increase not happen, Mistress’s performance management measures go far beyond contemporary HR practice. Which is one major reason why I am one of the highest performers in my work organisation, where I am apparently one of those mystical Alphas…..
I was initially amazed to be given a personal bank account by Mistress, with an allowance paid into it every month. She likes though to receive unexpected gifts on a very regular basis, and “you’ll need regular money for it to be a surprise for me”.
She also insists I provide all receipts and full access to “my” account, which is fed from her own, and which is where “my” salary goes. Some of this is so that she can easily correct my “awful taste” (bit of an irony there, of course….). It is though mainly so that she can be sure I am correctly and fully spending my allowance on her.
You are fortunate, Mr Mouse. In these days of inflation, too many ladies fail to realise that their husbands’ financial allowances need to increase. My SO was kind enough to increase my weekly allowance by 20% but it’s not like I’m rich now: with prices the way they are, I needed that extra £1.
Caption 5: The dude could just ask her to buy something for him if he wants it. He wouldn’t want her thinking he’s trying to save his money to hire a divorce lawyer and get away from her now would he? We know what happened to his friend when his wife found out. Well she beat the sin out of him with a belt and was never allowed to leave the house again without her express supervision and/or permission. Don’t end up like him and lose what little freedom you have left.
Its a well known fact that when you are buried up to your neck in sand, saliva runs out quite quickly and of course however hard you try, some sand gets into your mouth. So I don’t suppose that Julie and Becki will be very impressed if what is on offer feels like their delicate parts being caressed with sandpaper.
And anyway I can’t see any sign of a spade – or can I just see the handle where the tide has already come in and buried it? There’s a moral to this: Avoid girl’s on sandy beaches, however beguiling that might at first seem.
Yes, it does sound like they haven’t fully thought it through, Melissa. I can’t imagine why the guy in the picture (he’s hard to see) doesn’t just tell them that.
Still, if they do find it all a bit sandpapery, I expect they’ll know who to blame.
I usually review Max’s allowance every 6 months or so. Prices go up, his needs change, sometimes he just needs more money.
He brings receipts and must account for every penny he spends.
In some shops they ask if a receipt is needed, he always gets a receipt.
Money has never been a problem in our life, but I don’t believe a sissy slave should take these things for granted. After all, Max has access to a beautiful home, luxury cars, pretty girly clothes, the best Italian shoes and holidays in Asia and Australia.
The payback is he must please me to have a good life.
He loves his nice dresses, pencil skirts, pretty blouses, nude pantyhose and shoes to die for.
He is kneeling by my chair at our dining room table.
”Max, you seem to be spending a lot of money on cake and chocolate. I don’t eat anything so fattening, can you explain?
Look at these receipts, honey, last week you bought candy each day you went food shopping. What is wrong with you?”
”I am sorry, goddess. I just love choccies, and they are always by the checkout, it is hard to resist.”
”So, how are you going to improve?”
”I will stop buying chocs and biscuits and cake and buy more fruit and loose nuts. Sorry, goddess.”
Max is a good boy. He soon learnt to eat healthier, his figure improved, as did his skin and general health.
Actually, my Mistress is very generous about increasing my monthly allowance in line with my annual salary increase. Woe betide me of course should that annual increase not happen, Mistress’s performance management measures go far beyond contemporary HR practice. Which is one major reason why I am one of the highest performers in my work organisation, where I am apparently one of those mystical Alphas…..
I was initially amazed to be given a personal bank account by Mistress, with an allowance paid into it every month. She likes though to receive unexpected gifts on a very regular basis, and “you’ll need regular money for it to be a surprise for me”.
She also insists I provide all receipts and full access to “my” account, which is fed from her own, and which is where “my” salary goes. Some of this is so that she can easily correct my “awful taste” (bit of an irony there, of course….). It is though mainly so that she can be sure I am correctly and fully spending my allowance on her.
Such a clever lady. I am so fortunate.
Mr Mouse
You are fortunate, Mr Mouse. In these days of inflation, too many ladies fail to realise that their husbands’ financial allowances need to increase. My SO was kind enough to increase my weekly allowance by 20% but it’s not like I’m rich now: with prices the way they are, I needed that extra £1.
Best wishes
S
“I want to get physical”. Oliva Newton-John sings it out for the captions.
Indeed. I think. Any particular caption? I really ought to feature Ms Newton-John here more often. Kylie too.
Best wishes
S
Caption 5: The dude could just ask her to buy something for him if he wants it. He wouldn’t want her thinking he’s trying to save his money to hire a divorce lawyer and get away from her now would he? We know what happened to his friend when his wife found out. Well she beat the sin out of him with a belt and was never allowed to leave the house again without her express supervision and/or permission. Don’t end up like him and lose what little freedom you have left.
Why ever not, Squaw? Sounds ideal to me.
Best wishes
S
Its a well known fact that when you are buried up to your neck in sand, saliva runs out quite quickly and of course however hard you try, some sand gets into your mouth. So I don’t suppose that Julie and Becki will be very impressed if what is on offer feels like their delicate parts being caressed with sandpaper.
And anyway I can’t see any sign of a spade – or can I just see the handle where the tide has already come in and buried it? There’s a moral to this: Avoid girl’s on sandy beaches, however beguiling that might at first seem.
Yes, it does sound like they haven’t fully thought it through, Melissa. I can’t imagine why the guy in the picture (he’s hard to see) doesn’t just tell them that.
Still, if they do find it all a bit sandpapery, I expect they’ll know who to blame.
Best wishes
S
I usually review Max’s allowance every 6 months or so. Prices go up, his needs change, sometimes he just needs more money.
He brings receipts and must account for every penny he spends.
In some shops they ask if a receipt is needed, he always gets a receipt.
Money has never been a problem in our life, but I don’t believe a sissy slave should take these things for granted. After all, Max has access to a beautiful home, luxury cars, pretty girly clothes, the best Italian shoes and holidays in Asia and Australia.
The payback is he must please me to have a good life.
He loves his nice dresses, pencil skirts, pretty blouses, nude pantyhose and shoes to die for.
He is kneeling by my chair at our dining room table.
”Max, you seem to be spending a lot of money on cake and chocolate. I don’t eat anything so fattening, can you explain?
Look at these receipts, honey, last week you bought candy each day you went food shopping. What is wrong with you?”
”I am sorry, goddess. I just love choccies, and they are always by the checkout, it is hard to resist.”
”So, how are you going to improve?”
”I will stop buying chocs and biscuits and cake and buy more fruit and loose nuts. Sorry, goddess.”
Max is a good boy. He soon learnt to eat healthier, his figure improved, as did his skin and general health.
A caning with a short handled whip helped too.
Zoe
Max is fixed
Fixed in many ways, by the sound of it.
Best wishes
S
Thank you, Ms Zoe
Money’s not a problem in my life either, for much the same reason executive jets aren’t.
Best wishes
S
Women will use you.
Oh, I do hope so….
And abused too, also an outcome much to be hoped for.
Best wishes
S