November 2024 – Contemplating the divine

She knows, she just doesn’t care

Erm, right, thank you, Ma’am.. Miss… Ma’am. Yes… well, you see, it’s like this. I don’t – or at least, let me start another way, erm…well, I’ve been thinking, erm… in my own time, obviously, and, errr… well…

Salmon? What – real fresh salmon? Then how is she ever going to persude him to eat the tin of disgusting, gristly cat food with jelly I saw her get out? I’m not sure she’s thought this through.

What an astonishing plot arc. They’ll win prizes for originality for that, for sure.

Marie’s not really selfish. She was just enjoying herself so much she didn’t think about how much she was leaving for others to play with, that’s all. Don’t judge her harshly.

Don’t worry: these bouts are more about play-acting than real violence. Anyway, I expect the medics can sew it back on; I’m pretty sure she didn’t swallow.

Looks like a nice gentle start to the session… maybe you should try some brattish behaviour, to liven things up?

The flesh is weak

But fortunately steel is a lot stronger.

She *can* supply both, but usually prefers to dole out only one.

If you’re worried about the client who was abandoned in the cell for so long, don’t be: he’ll be fine. She’ll give him a discounted rate for all that extra time.

It was a labour of love. Which would have caused pages to stick together in the old days of typed manuscripts, but now it’s just a matter of wiping down the keyboard from time to time.

Some couples find it uncomfortable to talk about money, but there are ways of making it easier – romantic, even.

She’s a sweetie really, once you get to know her properly. It’s just a matter of surviving long enough to learn her little ways.

Hopelessly unrealistic. A nun with jewelled rings on her fingers? I don’t think so!

The title, obviously, indicating that it’s a special dedicated to that wholesome British country pastime, The Hunt. Vicious, brutal and non-consensual with no scantily clad ladies but lots of words. Those last two may well put male readers off, I know, but no one here cares what males think, so that’s fine.

Dabbles

Not a proper post, just thought I’d share with the world my latest attempts at AI art. It’s not there yet, but things are looking more promising and interesting. These ones are from Ideogram. Not bad, I reckon, but it struggles with putting humans in ‘unusual’ situations (like naked midget males in cages), which is fair enough I suppose as there is regrettably little of that sort of thing out there in the ‘real’ world.

I am neither proud nor ashamed of these – just thought it interesting to see what works reasonably well and what does not.

AI doesn’t quite get the idea of ‘inside the cage looking out’, but this came close.

Her guiding hand

No need to try to remember when you last saw it, obviously, as you don’t forget something like that.

Teach a man to fish, he’ll catch fish whenever he feels like it and probably spend most of his time masturbating; brutally cane him whenever he fails to meet his fish quota, you can live off the fishery earnings for life.

Isn’t that more important? I mean, for one thing she’s going to have a lot more orgasms than you would – as will the two lads too – so it’s a net plus, in utilitarian terms.

Honestly, they’ve gone to all this trouble to give you a terrifying, agonising and life-threatening experience… seems churlish to whine about the weather.

But any lady who does actually decide to break a leg should make sure it belongs to someone not in the show.

Control the beast

You should care about her a lot more than she cares about you. But you probably do anyway, even without realising it.

It’s only about 40 minutes walk, in those high heels. And at her very reasonable tribute rates, that’s only a little more expensive than taking… oh, a helicopter, I suppose?

Don’t worry, they’ve all given their consent: in fact, they renew that consent in a lovely little ceremony every morning, just after the 5am work detail finishes.

Oooh – that’ll be your first discussion as a married couple! I wonder if it will feel different?

In the event, Treasure decided to keep the jar. It’s not that she wants to look at the disgusting thing, but she said she likes to know it’s there, you know? And I suppose it has sentimental value for you, too, so maybe she was thinking of that as well.

I hope the boys appreciate how pretty it is, this time, rather than just ripping it off.

Jolly hockey sticks

They can be such fun. Yes, we’re back in the wonderful world of St Mackenzies, that great British educational institution that understands the contribution a good carpet-munching, peach-bumping lesbian gangbang – or several – can make to a traditional education.

Any resemblance to the real StMacs is… well, somewhat unsurprising, seeing as that is where I got the pictures.