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I think she has a choice… maybe she should assert herself more? Take control of her own life (as well as yours, obviously).
Actually, the photo was taken just before this shoot went horribly wrong. She slipped and broke a heel, poor thing. And it wasn’t just a clean break at the base where it joins the sole, either: it splintered at a narrow part of the stem so the pair was a complete write off – one of her favourites too. Oh, and as she slipped, all her weight fell onto the saw for a moment, so there was blood all over that bench and… well, the whole day is not one of her happier memories, let’s just put it like that. She had other pairs of shoes, obviously, but that’s not really the point, is it? They were special.
You know where this wonderful image originated, don’t you? Of course you do.
It’s weird how bulls won’t fold and neatly stack their sex partners’ underwear, like a normal person.No cup of tea for me? Oh well.I hope they don’t fall out over the inheritance. Of course, it depends which husband dies first.
Dommes work hard. Mine locked me in a box the other day and gave me an entire 24 hour ignoring session, when I’d only expected three hours, and she didn’t charge me any premium over her usual hourly rates! They’re not as cruel and heartless as the image they mostly like to project, dommes, you know.
19 thoughts on “The boys were falling like an avalanche”
I worry about the memory of my wife’s boyfriend.
It’s the third time in a row he forgot my monthly release out of my chastity device.
Yesterday he said that maybe he won’t forget next month, which i hope, not for my selfish enjoyment but because i really worry about his memory problems.
He also forgot my name so he has to snap his fingers or whitle me when he wants a beer or something.
He seems to have forgotten my wife’s name too, so he has to call her like “bitch” or “slut” when he wants a blowjob or something else.
The odd thing is his ability to remember some other details, like the ratio between my cock and his (his is 2.5 bigger) and the way my wife screams his name when she has an orgasm, he tells me such things all the time, maybe it’s a way for him to exercise his memory.
He also didn’t forget the way he likes his shoes to be polished, yesterday he slapped my face because i did it the wrong way.
Memory losses are such a complex thing, maybe i should give him the advice to see a doctor.
Oh, it doesn’t sound like there’s anything wrong with him except being male, Mr A. It’s been scientifically proven that men are stupider than women and much more annoying. Fortunately there are clinically-proven cures available.
I can’t imagine how non-submissive men manage in life, to be honest. I mean, getting a blow-job’s not going to help him remember anything, is it? Not like a good hard slap. We should feel sorry for those bulls, although I imagine there are some compensations in their tragically retribution-free lives.
I know. Just imagine your cock being completely unprotected, with no safe reassuring layer of steel to keep questing fingers, lips or tongues from doing whatever they liked to it.
Yeah. Just imagine that.
I’m trying hard not to imagine it, actually. It’s far too painful.
As it happens, I saw Blondie in concert in 1979. At a very small venue. She was wearing a tiny red and green striped boob tube dress that has had absolutely no effect on me over the intervening years. Almost got invited to the post-gig party, in fact. Muffed it. Story of my life.
I also saw Blondie on their pre-Glastonbury tour last year. That was a chastening experience. A mountain of walking sticks, crutches, folding wheelchairs, and mobility scooters at the base of each flight of stairs serving the steep outdoor amphitheatre, and Debbie Harry “granny dancing”.
You must be (slightly) even older than I am, as I was too young to see them in concert in 1979. But Parallel Lines was the first LP I ever bought. Goddess.
There’s a nice bit in Stuart Maconie’s book Cider with Roadies (all about his time in the music business). He was a teenager at that time, and his father considered all ‘pop music’ modern rubbish, constantly going on about how there aren’t any good tunes any more, can’t imagine why you want to listen to that stuff etc. Anyway, one day Stuart’s watching TOTP and Blondie’s on. His dad comes in, takes one look at the divine Ms Harry on the screen, says ‘Oh, this is good, isn’t it?’ and stays to watch.
I do agree, still a Goddess. I was more referring to the clear “maturity” (interesting use of that word on adult sites, I find….) of her audience.
75 year old men with tartan bondage trousers and shocking pink mohicans are at least intriguing. I often think of myself as 17 though in an older wrapper. Clearly I am not really trying…..
What was actually chastening though was just how much of that audience had obvious health problems. The downside of “live fast, die young” is that you may not…..
Anyway, to put the Goddess in better perspective perhaps, a couple of weeks later she gave a very energetic performance at Glastonbury, as the videos show. So perhaps she was simply saving herself.
I have always preferred the cane to the whip. For one thing it is lighter for a woman’s hand, and it is very painful for the sissy.
Max, my sissy slave husband knows the basic rule of ‘certainty’. If he is to be punished he will be, no excuses or deferments, no doubts or changes of mind. This can be a burden to a busy woman, such as myself, but to maintain an efficient house there must be ‘certainty’.
When I am caning I wear something loose, a T shirt or baggy blouse, some leggings or skinny jeans. The sissy is naked and usually leaning over a table with his bottom exposed.
I have explained to the sissy why he is being caned. This is important as it is much better if he can identify the area of behaviour that needs improvement.
THWACK!! ”One. Thank you ma’am.”
THWACK!! ”Two. Thank you ma’am.”
Counting and thank yous are a part of the ritual. They remind the slave that my precious time is being spent on dealing with him. He has my full attention for these moments.
He needs love and guidance and if he gets it wrong, he needs correction.
Loving correction is not ”breaking” him.
As I said, he also needs certainty.
If he does wrong he will be punished. It depends what he did wrong, of course, but he may be sent to the naughty step, sent to put his nose against the wall, he may need to write lines or be sent to the garden.
If he was ‘broken’ he would be of no use to me, do you see?
I see.
As I see, you cherish them. You thoroughly enjoy their submissiveness to you.
You guide and direct and train them to serve you. You only punish to correct bad behavior. Otherwise you both enjoy a gynarchy household.
Very kind of you not to break him, Ms Zoe. Fortunately, boys can be quite bendy, though. You can twist, bend and stretch them a long way before they actually break and many ladies enjoy seeing how far they can go with that.
Very thoughtful of you to help him out so vigorously, Ms Zoe. You can get more with a kind word and a cane than you can with just a kind word, as they say.
She told that she loved me for being her submissive obedient Beta man, and a potential cuckold. She really appreciated that she could count on me to stay and help raise any babies/children that she might get. This left her free to mate and to get impregnated by any man or men she might chose.
Servitor, thank you for the Blondie link at the top. Epic; Deborah was a schoolboy’s wet dream back in the day. Pretty sure I remember a video of her wearing a St Trinian’s-style outfit in one music vid (but that might just be the fevered imaginings of an old pervert)
I have seen still photos of the outfit you mentioned, you old pervert, and once this old pervert’s mind had stopped racing, I published about it. Surprisingly enough, it can be found by clicking on Debbie Harry in a gymslip in the category list to the left, there.
But sadly that ‘category’ has only one entry as I have never seen a video, so maybe that’s another quest to add to my quest list (over the years I have tracked down online versions o f almost all of my teenage ‘best moments’: Space 1999, that scenein Pink Panther, first appearance of Frankie singing Relax when they still had the whip-wielding female dance duo…). I appreciate it may not exist, but sexual frustration’s all part of the kink, so I really don’t mind.
Would be nice to have two posts for the Debbie Harry in a gymslip category. Meanwhile, as a consolation prize, here’s the twice Mrs Musk in a gymslip.
I worry about the memory of my wife’s boyfriend.
It’s the third time in a row he forgot my monthly release out of my chastity device.
Yesterday he said that maybe he won’t forget next month, which i hope, not for my selfish enjoyment but because i really worry about his memory problems.
He also forgot my name so he has to snap his fingers or whitle me when he wants a beer or something.
He seems to have forgotten my wife’s name too, so he has to call her like “bitch” or “slut” when he wants a blowjob or something else.
The odd thing is his ability to remember some other details, like the ratio between my cock and his (his is 2.5 bigger) and the way my wife screams his name when she has an orgasm, he tells me such things all the time, maybe it’s a way for him to exercise his memory.
He also didn’t forget the way he likes his shoes to be polished, yesterday he slapped my face because i did it the wrong way.
Memory losses are such a complex thing, maybe i should give him the advice to see a doctor.
Oh, it doesn’t sound like there’s anything wrong with him except being male, Mr A. It’s been scientifically proven that men are stupider than women and much more annoying. Fortunately there are clinically-proven cures available.
I can’t imagine how non-submissive men manage in life, to be honest. I mean, getting a blow-job’s not going to help him remember anything, is it? Not like a good hard slap. We should feel sorry for those bulls, although I imagine there are some compensations in their tragically retribution-free lives.
Best wishes
S
It can’t be much fun being used as a sex object all the time either.
“I want to suck it again this very minute, I don’t care what you want”.
So very demeaning and dehumanising.
We are so well out of all that nonsense.
Mr Mouse
I know. Just imagine your cock being completely unprotected, with no safe reassuring layer of steel to keep questing fingers, lips or tongues from doing whatever they liked to it.
Yeah. Just imagine that.
I’m trying hard not to imagine it, actually. It’s far too painful.
Best wishes
S
As it happens, I saw Blondie in concert in 1979. At a very small venue. She was wearing a tiny red and green striped boob tube dress that has had absolutely no effect on me over the intervening years. Almost got invited to the post-gig party, in fact. Muffed it. Story of my life.
I also saw Blondie on their pre-Glastonbury tour last year. That was a chastening experience. A mountain of walking sticks, crutches, folding wheelchairs, and mobility scooters at the base of each flight of stairs serving the steep outdoor amphitheatre, and Debbie Harry “granny dancing”.
As they say, never go back……
Nonny No
Still a goddesss, Nonny.
You must be (slightly) even older than I am, as I was too young to see them in concert in 1979. But Parallel Lines was the first LP I ever bought. Goddess.
There’s a nice bit in Stuart Maconie’s book Cider with Roadies (all about his time in the music business). He was a teenager at that time, and his father considered all ‘pop music’ modern rubbish, constantly going on about how there aren’t any good tunes any more, can’t imagine why you want to listen to that stuff etc. Anyway, one day Stuart’s watching TOTP and Blondie’s on. His dad comes in, takes one look at the divine Ms Harry on the screen, says ‘Oh, this is good, isn’t it?’ and stays to watch.
Best wishes
S
Ms Harry will be 79 next week….
I do agree, still a Goddess. I was more referring to the clear “maturity” (interesting use of that word on adult sites, I find….) of her audience.
75 year old men with tartan bondage trousers and shocking pink mohicans are at least intriguing. I often think of myself as 17 though in an older wrapper. Clearly I am not really trying…..
What was actually chastening though was just how much of that audience had obvious health problems. The downside of “live fast, die young” is that you may not…..
Anyway, to put the Goddess in better perspective perhaps, a couple of weeks later she gave a very energetic performance at Glastonbury, as the videos show. So perhaps she was simply saving herself.
Regards,
Nonny
‘Hope I die before I get old’ sang The Who. They didn’t.
Best wishes
S
I have always preferred the cane to the whip. For one thing it is lighter for a woman’s hand, and it is very painful for the sissy.
Max, my sissy slave husband knows the basic rule of ‘certainty’. If he is to be punished he will be, no excuses or deferments, no doubts or changes of mind. This can be a burden to a busy woman, such as myself, but to maintain an efficient house there must be ‘certainty’.
When I am caning I wear something loose, a T shirt or baggy blouse, some leggings or skinny jeans. The sissy is naked and usually leaning over a table with his bottom exposed.
I have explained to the sissy why he is being caned. This is important as it is much better if he can identify the area of behaviour that needs improvement.
THWACK!! ”One. Thank you ma’am.”
THWACK!! ”Two. Thank you ma’am.”
Counting and thank yous are a part of the ritual. They remind the slave that my precious time is being spent on dealing with him. He has my full attention for these moments.
THWACK!! ”Three. ooooowwww!!! Thank you, oohh! ma’am.”
The sissy doesn’t know how many strikes he will receive.
THWACK!! ”Four. Thank you ma’am.”
At this point I may rest, perhaps have some water or an apple.
The sissy stays in position.
THWACK!! ”Five. Oh ma’am, I am sorry. I will not answer back again. Thank you for correcting me, ma’am.”
I have on occasions taken a phone call or gone to the loo whilst sissy waits, once I even went to the shops.
THWACK!! ”Six. Thank. Ma’am. ooohhh.”
Six with the cane is standard for most infractions of my law.
”Max, kiss the cane. Then carry on with your chores.”
I hope other sissy owners will find these musings helpful.
Remember screaming, pleading and crying are normal. They should be ignored. Sissies will do this to make you feel sorry for them.
Harden your hearts, ladies, it means nothing.
Zoe
OUCH !!
Boys must be broken in. Then they must be kept broken in.
I would never ”break” my sissy husband.
He needs love and guidance and if he gets it wrong, he needs correction.
Loving correction is not ”breaking” him.
As I said, he also needs certainty.
If he does wrong he will be punished. It depends what he did wrong, of course, but he may be sent to the naughty step, sent to put his nose against the wall, he may need to write lines or be sent to the garden.
If he was ‘broken’ he would be of no use to me, do you see?
Zoe
I see.
As I see, you cherish them. You thoroughly enjoy their submissiveness to you.
You guide and direct and train them to serve you. You only punish to correct bad behavior. Otherwise you both enjoy a gynarchy household.
Very kind of you not to break him, Ms Zoe. Fortunately, boys can be quite bendy, though. You can twist, bend and stretch them a long way before they actually break and many ladies enjoy seeing how far they can go with that.
Best wishes
S
Very thoughtful of you to help him out so vigorously, Ms Zoe. You can get more with a kind word and a cane than you can with just a kind word, as they say.
Best wishes
S
She told that she loved me for being her submissive obedient Beta man, and a potential cuckold. She really appreciated that she could count on me to stay and help raise any babies/children that she might get. This left her free to mate and to get impregnated by any man or men she might chose.
They also serve who only stand and change nappies.
Thank you for your comment.
Best wishes
S
Servitor, thank you for the Blondie link at the top. Epic; Deborah was a schoolboy’s wet dream back in the day. Pretty sure I remember a video of her wearing a St Trinian’s-style outfit in one music vid (but that might just be the fevered imaginings of an old pervert)
Thank you James. Epic indeed.
I have seen still photos of the outfit you mentioned, you old pervert, and once this old pervert’s mind had stopped racing, I published about it. Surprisingly enough, it can be found by clicking on Debbie Harry in a gymslip in the category list to the left, there.
But sadly that ‘category’ has only one entry as I have never seen a video, so maybe that’s another quest to add to my quest list (over the years I have tracked down online versions o f almost all of my teenage ‘best moments’: Space 1999, that scenein Pink Panther, first appearance of Frankie singing Relax when they still had the whip-wielding female dance duo…). I appreciate it may not exist, but sexual frustration’s all part of the kink, so I really don’t mind.
Would be nice to have two posts for the Debbie Harry in a gymslip category. Meanwhile, as a consolation prize, here’s the twice Mrs Musk in a gymslip.
Best wishes
S