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.

9 thoughts on “Control the beast”

  1. 1st caption: I’ve gotten used to kneeling in silence in public for my mistress, and I get it. It lets the other broads know to keep their hands off me because I belong to her. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers without her consent either. Those are two reasons at least. The alternative is her giving me an atomic wedgie, which will he far more humiliating.

    4th caption: B..But, can’t you just beat my ass raw over your knee like you used to do in college? I thought the whip was reserved to correct more egregious behavior? All I did was stutter a little at “I do”. P..please, I beg you.

  2. “So who do you have to fuck to get a drink in this bar?

    The service is simply appalling.

    Oh, I forgot….. you are the landlord, aren’t you?

    You may speak”.

    Mr M

      1. Hi Servitor,

        It won’t be me, I am a nonny mouse. As much as is feasible in the 21st century anyway. I am not on Xitter (Pinyin pronunciation) or any other social media.

        I realised many, many years ago (I was at the beepy beginning of the internet and bulletin boards) that if you are not paying for the product then you are the product.

        I’m servile, not a service to the industrial interweb.

        Regards,

        Nonny

        1. True enough. You’re also the product if you’re hauled out onto a platform, naked and in chains, and auctioned off to the highest bidding female. But that’s obviously much less objectionable.

          All the best

          S

    1. Oh, she doesn’t mind. She’s more into the reality of domination than the ritualistic side of things, you know? And having you castrated is much more ‘take charge’ than any amount of power-posing and ‘call me Goddess’.

      Of course, she has high standards for service too. Being castrated isn’t enough in itself for a male to be considered aceptable – it’s just the bare minimum.

      Best wishes

      S

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