The boys were falling like an avalanche

Ya ya baby.

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.

11 thoughts on “The boys were falling like an avalanche”

  1. 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.

    1. 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


  2. 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

    1. 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


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  4. 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

  5. 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.


      1. 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?


        1. 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.

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