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.
I think Martin Luther said that. He rarely features in online femdom porn: odd because I’m pretty sure I read somewhere he subsisted on a diet of worms, which sounds pretty hardcore. Like many subs, I am much more into Catholic guilt anyway.
On we go.
He’ll surprise himself.
At first, he will count in weeks, patiently waiting and never asking. She knows best.
Before he knows it, he will be counting in months, without really knowing when that happened. She knows best.
Eventually, he will be counting in years, though not completely sure how many it really is, after the first few.
She knows best.
Mr M
You see, that’s the trouble (well… one of many troubles) with males: they’re so focused on counting. I mean, really, does it matter whether it is X weeks or Y years? Thise cold hard numbers have little to do with her feelings about the matter and those feelings – amusement, glee, indifference, whatever – are what really matter, as I’m sure we can all be made to agree?
It’s like asking how many strokes you’re going to receive – in a sense, the answer is always ‘enough’, so why get hung up on this bizarre male obsession with measuring?
Best wishes
S
You know, Servitor, I have been following you for while and you talk a lot about your lovely SO, but you have never let her post in your blog. At least as far as I recall.
Does she find this blog you have boring or what?
‘Let’ ? ‘Let’ ?!!
Sorry, I’m going to need a while to recover from thinking that unaccustomed and highly disturbing thought.
I don’t doubt she would find the blog boring and tedious, since I the one who writes it. But who knows? Our superiors’ ways are not for us to understand.
Best wishes
S
”Max, darling, I am going out for a coffee with Amy, OK?
Do you have any questions?”
”Well, goddess, I haven’t had a release from the chastity device since November, you did say it would be monthly. Sorry to complain, goddess, can I have a short release, please?”
”I meant questions about your chores, silly.”
”No questions, goddess. Do you want me to hand wash today?”
”Only my white bra set, darling, it got a bit sweaty after my run yesterday. It’s not urgent, so don’t worry.
Now, honey, your release is a matter for me, you know that.
I have considered a cage release since November, but I see no good reason why it should happen.
You are a good sissy, but I want you to be even better, OK?”
”Yes, goddess. May I kiss your feet?”
”No, I have to go, Amy will be waiting and I can’t wait to hear about her date with her ”Mr Dreamboat’. You may sniff my shoes if you must, when I am gone.
See you later, honey.”
Zoe
It’s good that you allow him clarifying questions, Ms Zoe. Males can go easily become confused and get into a tizzy about things. I usually find that a few words from my SO are enough to remove any sense of uncertainty I was feeling. She makes everything very clear indeed.
Best wishes
S
Good to see Martin Luther getting a mention. Theology and kink are natural partners. I quoted St Augustine of Hippo to my SSO (superior significant other) at the weekend: “Make me chaste – but not yet.”
She was impressed. But locked my cock up anyway.
Thank you P-slash-P. One great advantage we submissive perves have over the great theologians of the past is that our deities walk among us, or even on top of us occasionally if we are lucky. We can ask them what their plan for us actually is, although in my experience they often just giggle and refuse to say.
I was very disappointed as a young child to discover that St Augustine of Hippo did not in fact ride a hippo. I suspect my disillusionment with the Catholic church may have begun at that point. I’m sure AI could draw a most excellent hippo-riding monk. But I’ve used up all my credit on drawings of dominatrices, as Sunday’s post will explain.
Best wishes
S
Why oh why do women want to, and seem to enjoy, making men suffer?
Frustration and denial of needs!
Alberto
They’re not needs, Alberto. Ask anyone (female).
Men can manage perfectly well without being satisified – indeed, in most ways the frustration simply improves them. Plus it can be fun to watch.
Best wishes
S