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Unnecessary evil
It’s just for fun.
Many men in these circumstances make the mistale of starting with an apology – which is insulting and offensive to her, as it’s a way of trying to control her reaction, you know? It’s a Mars/Venus thing. Try just calmly acknowledging the facts of your behaviour, observe her reaction, then after that (or during it, even) apologise as profusely and abjectly as you feel the situation merits.
They choose a different male to participate every day – oh, and two on Saturdays, when there’s a matinee show for kids, of course.
So much simpler that way. There’s enough that’s complicated in this world: shoe buying shouldn’t have to be.
Don’t feel you have to be brave for her. She wouldn’t enjoy it as much if you were.
Despite what you might think from the picture, their order’s habit (clothing) is actually very mainstream. There was just a mix-up at the laundry, some of the clothing got mislaid, so they had to buy a few extra nun costumes, and as luck would have it, the only place still open was the local fetish shop. Obviously, they’ll be taking this up with the owners of the laundry, who might find themselves in need of rather a lot of penance.
Isn’t it sweet, how she’s not just thinking of her own pleasure?
14 thoughts on “Unnecessary evil”
Servitor, I want to thank you on behalf of my boyfriend for telling me about the kneel on rice thing.
He even wrote a small list of reasons, while doing it, about why kneel in rice is better than sex for him (and copy the list 250 times)
Glad to have been of assistance in helping develop the relationship the two of you have, Maria. Incidentally, if you’re going to make use of ideas from this blog, try some from my Serena and Alice story series. Your boyfriend will thank you for it, believe me.
Oh, there’s always a way, Mr M. I’ve never yet heard of a woman who was really determined to castrate someone being frustrated by the mere lack of implements. I mean, you can achieve a lot just with two bricks, or a wire cheese-cutter. The vice is a lovely idea, turning equipment in that horrible macho ‘man-cave’ workshop to a more productive use.
Caption 1: There is no excuse he could possibly contrive for trying to get a divorce. She made it clear, that they are together, until death do them part. She is serious about the death part. He should have known better knowing what she did to her last husband. He better acknowledge his deadly mistake, in abject terror, fear boner on full display, if he values his life.
Nun Caption 5: The whimpering moans, wet slapping sounds, and creamy thuds, as Jim confessed his sins in tears always had me shook, while trying to hide my boner. Once I saw the nun walking out, donning her black, hefty vibrating strapon dildo, with her cane in hand, with Jim, totally limp and bent over the penance stool, moaning like a sissy, leaking cum, with welts and scars all over his ass and back, I knew to be on my best behavior as an “altar boy”. As long as I tend to the altar, the female, in fervent worship and utter obedience, I don’t have to worry about the confession booth being my fate…….hopefully.
Oh, he certainly doesn’t have grounds for divorce, Squaw. After all, he has no claim for ‘mental cruelty’ as the cruelty is largely physical. In any event, any court in the land would agree it’s only what he deserves.
Nuns. in contrast, can never marry but as you so vividly describe, the more sophisticated orders allow them alternative outlets.
Well exactly, Tom. It’s the easist thing in the world to stay in chastity, the difficult bit is getting unlocked. Sometimes that can feel almost impossible, although one should never give up hope, I believe.
Servitor, I want to thank you on behalf of my boyfriend for telling me about the kneel on rice thing.
He even wrote a small list of reasons, while doing it, about why kneel in rice is better than sex for him (and copy the list 250 times)
Glad to have been of assistance in helping develop the relationship the two of you have, Maria. Incidentally, if you’re going to make use of ideas from this blog, try some from my Serena and Alice story series. Your boyfriend will thank you for it, believe me.
Best wishes
S
It’s a bit unlikely that she would have an elastrator or Burdizzo in her handbag, so his SO should consider that before making a decision.
Also, it would be somewhat unhygienic to use a kitchen knife, I suppose, though maybe he has a suitable tool in his workshop.
Come to think of it, perhaps he has a workshop vice attached to his work bench. Castration and secure overnight storage simultaneously.
Sounds like a distinctly feasible solution!
Mr M
Oh, there’s always a way, Mr M. I’ve never yet heard of a woman who was really determined to castrate someone being frustrated by the mere lack of implements. I mean, you can achieve a lot just with two bricks, or a wire cheese-cutter. The vice is a lovely idea, turning equipment in that horrible macho ‘man-cave’ workshop to a more productive use.
More power to her elbow, I say.
Best wishes
S
I think I have heard of the two bricks method, isn’t it what they use on camels?
I know you are wondering if it hurts though.
Apparently it does, if you get your thumbs caught.
©️Bob Monkhouse.
NNN
Camels… perhaps. Or was that the sharp stick up the anus?
Maybe I will request some camelplay the next time I book a session and if so, I’ll report back.
Best wishes
S
Caption 1: There is no excuse he could possibly contrive for trying to get a divorce. She made it clear, that they are together, until death do them part. She is serious about the death part. He should have known better knowing what she did to her last husband. He better acknowledge his deadly mistake, in abject terror, fear boner on full display, if he values his life.
Nun Caption 5: The whimpering moans, wet slapping sounds, and creamy thuds, as Jim confessed his sins in tears always had me shook, while trying to hide my boner. Once I saw the nun walking out, donning her black, hefty vibrating strapon dildo, with her cane in hand, with Jim, totally limp and bent over the penance stool, moaning like a sissy, leaking cum, with welts and scars all over his ass and back, I knew to be on my best behavior as an “altar boy”. As long as I tend to the altar, the female, in fervent worship and utter obedience, I don’t have to worry about the confession booth being my fate…….hopefully.
Oh, he certainly doesn’t have grounds for divorce, Squaw. After all, he has no claim for ‘mental cruelty’ as the cruelty is largely physical. In any event, any court in the land would agree it’s only what he deserves.
Nuns. in contrast, can never marry but as you so vividly describe, the more sophisticated orders allow them alternative outlets.
Best wishes
S
Fourth one down is a similar mindset to my wife about keeping me locked.
“I don’t know why you say being permanently locked is so difficult. It’s the cage that’s doing all the work, isn’t it?”
Well exactly, Tom. It’s the easist thing in the world to stay in chastity, the difficult bit is getting unlocked. Sometimes that can feel almost impossible, although one should never give up hope, I believe.
Best wishes
S
The more you want it, the more you will be humiliated and suffer.
Because that’s what she wants.
Best wishes
S
Love the blog
Thank you. I love writing it. And reading the comments.
Best wishes
S