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.
Apologetics
…a word that doesn’t mean what you probably think it means, as it is a form of ‘systematic argumentative discourse’. So probably not recommended in the sorts of relationships this blog favours, where apologies should be simple, heartfelt (and felt in other parts of the body too) and frequent.
I’ll confess I’ve never understood men who want to cheat on their partners or imagine they can get away with it. It’s not as if any lady’s going to fail to notice a second padlock hanging there on my chastity belt.
My SO is constantly ‘encouraging’ me to learn new dance routines to entertain her bulls, but none of them seem like the sort of guys who really enjoy watching dance, so I hope they don’t get too bored by it all.Fortunately, Kate’s unlikely to reach the prize first as she’s too soft-hearted to use the whip on her horse, the sweet thing. She doesn’t believe in cruelty to animals.
Not The Hunt, for those of you paying attention to such matters, this is more of an informal social thing, with friends and less death.
He’s not even doing any work, just hanging around the office.The silly thing’s forgotten to put a blouse on – perhaps you should remind her?Reminds me of the time I decided to try some vanilla so I booked a sex worker who offered ‘a real girlfriend experience’. Bloody hell… I’m into humiliation and abuse, but not that much!
4 thoughts on “Apologetics”
I smiled as I walked into the kitchen as I saw Max, my sissy slave husband, in the same position I left him one hour ago.
He was standing with his hands on his head with his nose against the wall. It was a fitting punishment for being rude about my mother earlier.
I had asked Max if he would ask her to come for tea on Sunday, when he went to vacuum her lounge and TV room tomorrow.
This is one of his weekly jobs, doing housework for my mother. It is a job he enjoys, because she makes a fuss of him and sometimes allows him to worship her feet.
On this occasion he said that her feet smelt and she was never happy with his work.
I told him to try harder and do as she says, instead of arguing, like he was her equal.
It resulted in him in his position of corner time.
”Carry on with your chores, honey. I hope you have learnt a valuable lesson today, OK? Tell me what you have learned.”
”That your mother’s feet smell sweet and that she is my superior and I should obey her as I do you, goddess.”
”Good boy. You may go, have a wash and put a hot wash on.”
Reminds me of my own mother-in-law, Ms Zoe, who is wonderful and perfect in every way and I’m very lucky indeed that she takes the trouble to spend so much time with us.
Like many new husbands, I didn’t properly appreciate her when first married, and it took before I finally had to admit how utterly wrong I had been to resent her in any way whatsoever.
At one time, my wife decided I was to have a tattoo “down there”.
It was going to say “Property of ‘Mrs Mouse'” along my length – though with her actual (short) first name of course.
In the end she abandoned the idea, because it was only ever legibly going to say “Proper” before the tattooist ran out of canvas to work on, and she had “no intention of putting that word on that object”.
I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies….
I smiled as I walked into the kitchen as I saw Max, my sissy slave husband, in the same position I left him one hour ago.
He was standing with his hands on his head with his nose against the wall. It was a fitting punishment for being rude about my mother earlier.
I had asked Max if he would ask her to come for tea on Sunday, when he went to vacuum her lounge and TV room tomorrow.
This is one of his weekly jobs, doing housework for my mother. It is a job he enjoys, because she makes a fuss of him and sometimes allows him to worship her feet.
On this occasion he said that her feet smelt and she was never happy with his work.
I told him to try harder and do as she says, instead of arguing, like he was her equal.
It resulted in him in his position of corner time.
”Carry on with your chores, honey. I hope you have learnt a valuable lesson today, OK? Tell me what you have learned.”
”That your mother’s feet smell sweet and that she is my superior and I should obey her as I do you, goddess.”
”Good boy. You may go, have a wash and put a hot wash on.”
Zoe
Reminds me of my own mother-in-law, Ms Zoe, who is wonderful and perfect in every way and I’m very lucky indeed that she takes the trouble to spend so much time with us.
Like many new husbands, I didn’t properly appreciate her when first married, and it took before I finally had to admit how utterly wrong I had been to resent her in any way whatsoever.
Best wishes
S
At one time, my wife decided I was to have a tattoo “down there”.
It was going to say “Property of ‘Mrs Mouse'” along my length – though with her actual (short) first name of course.
In the end she abandoned the idea, because it was only ever legibly going to say “Proper” before the tattooist ran out of canvas to work on, and she had “no intention of putting that word on that object”.
I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies….
Mr M
Is it really a joke when someone is ‘too tied up to answer the phone’? I thought it just meant he was busy.