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.
Commanding voices
No sense in rushing these things. My SO always says that I can spend as long as I like – longer even – across the whipping bench, any time I feel like putting one of her orders off until later. It’s nice to have that kind of flexibility.
No cruelty involved.
The name hardly matters, anyway. Usually she’ll just announce what she wants done and you’ll be able to tell when it’s you who’s supposed to do it, just from the tone of her voice.
Her logic is irrefutable (and any attempt to refute it would be a long and painful process anyway).
These are of course the magnificent Goddess Sophia, on (and in) the right there, who has had the discomfort of having to scrape Servitor off the sole of her shoe several times over the years. And Ms Morrigan Hel, on the left, with whom I have not had the pleasure, although she did once walk past a cage I was in.
Presumably she’s about to try to lead Rosie away from evil, back towards the path of kindness and virtue.
Beta Boy has a small circulation but it has very low labour costs – indeed, many of the staff pay the proprietrix to work there – so it gets by.
3 thoughts on “Commanding voices”
I love the menace in the last one, she is obviously friends with his editor.
I love the way she calls him sweetie too.
When I call Max ‘sweetie’ he knows he is in big trouble.
My wife has never been concerned about my name, either.
For many years I was deluded that she employed a pet name for me. She would call me “U” and I always assumed it was a sweet and familiar abbreviating of her more formal name for me, “Useless”.
Damn, Servitor. Ms Morrigan Hel herself walked past a cage you were locked in once? You are one lucky devil. I hope the cage was extremely uncomfortable in exchange for such a privilege.
I love the menace in the last one, she is obviously friends with his editor.
I love the way she calls him sweetie too.
When I call Max ‘sweetie’ he knows he is in big trouble.
Zoe
My wife has never been concerned about my name, either.
For many years I was deluded that she employed a pet name for me. She would call me “U” and I always assumed it was a sweet and familiar abbreviating of her more formal name for me, “Useless”.
Actually, it wasn’t.
Mr M aka “U”.
Damn, Servitor. Ms Morrigan Hel herself walked past a cage you were locked in once? You are one lucky devil. I hope the cage was extremely uncomfortable in exchange for such a privilege.