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.
Fateful decisions
Fateful for you, that is. The decisions are hers alone.
I think there’s room for some negotiation here, where by ‘negotiation’ I mean abject and unconditional begging for her forgiveness and scurrying off to do exactly what she said.
It’s one of his domme’s favourite activities. The local pet supply shop does so well out of her, the owners sent her a Christmas card.
Ooh – sounds like she might be about to give you a second chance! Guess that cheesy chat-up line worked after all, huh?
‘Dress for success’, that’s her motto.
Next, I expect she’ll ask about what happens when you plug it into the electrical mains and turn the dial. They always do… those that don’t just try it for themselves without asking.
I’ve never understood guys who get sexual pleasure from tying up or gagging women. If she can’t speak, how can she order you about? Anyway, such men are nasty perves who enjoy hurting people, and there should be zero tolerance of that, so I’m sure they deserve whatever these two public-spirited ladies and their friends have planned.
12 thoughts on “Fateful decisions”
‘Books and Bookwomen’? Do I get a point for spotting the Private Eye reference?
Certainly not, Spicey, since you obviously failed to spot it the first time I used it, in June 2024. As a long-standing reader, you might be expected to have paid this organ of mine more attention.
Don’t take it too hard, though: everyone makes mistakes and fortunately there are ladies out there whose profession it is to offer correction in such situations.
For the benefit of non-British readers, unaware of the Eye’s little foibles, I should explain that ‘discussing Ugandan relations’ is a euphemism for sexual intercourse while ‘being chained to a radiator’ is a euphemism for…well, being chained to a radiator.
A while ago I was in one of those “remaindered” book shops. After about 30 minutes of aimless wandering I was about to leave when I saw David Cameron’s “For The Record”, a hardback memoir, on a low shelf near the door, under a lot of other books.
It was very, very cheap and I read a lot of political memoirs so, and with a large degree of reticence (associated with the progenitor of Brexit) I took it and placed it on the shop counter. My consolation being that there would be few if any royalties generated that day.
The shop lady handed me my receipt and looked kindly at me before saying “would you like me to put that in a brown paper bag for you?”.
“No, I’ll hide it under my coat”, I replied.
It was just like those days in Soho, for a moment.
Now this is getting very weird Mr M. Because I too read a lot of political memoirs – or at least I used to. At one point I was at an educational establishment which had a rather specialised library. No: not the porny flagellation kind of ‘specialised library’ (alas), this was all focused on social sciences. So essentially the only ‘light’ reading was political biography. I was desperate enough to be reading a life of Reginald Maudling by the time I realised I needed help – now that’s hard-core.
Hmmm… femdom obsession, political biographies, truly terrible puns… are you sure you’re not me? I mean, I imagine a lot of bloggers write comments in their own blogs, but presumably they at least know they’re doing it…
If you ever read Lynn Truss’s account of her days at the top – on the back of a handy fag packet perhaps – do let us know.
The Lynn Truss biography? Is that “Meets, Shoots (Foot) & Leaves”?
No, never read it.
Actually though, I’ll see your Reginald Maudling and raise you Alan Duncan. A ex-Minister whose relevance, imagination, and wit can all be readily gleaned from the title of his memoir:
This blog’s entire philosophy is basically to leave the politics to the wiser, lovelier and more determined of the two sexes, Alberto, so I can’t argue with you on that. Anyway, there’s ironing to be done.
‘Books and Bookwomen’? Do I get a point for spotting the Private Eye reference?
Spicegrinder
Certainly not, Spicey, since you obviously failed to spot it the first time I used it, in June 2024. As a long-standing reader, you might be expected to have paid this organ of mine more attention.
Don’t take it too hard, though: everyone makes mistakes and fortunately there are ladies out there whose profession it is to offer correction in such situations.
Anyway, don’t cancel your subscription.
Best wishes
S
Fair do’s Servitor. In my defence, I was distracted at that time by my new Lady, with whom I was attempting to engage in some Ugandan relations.
I would get out more but I’ve been chained to a radiator since last summer.
spicegrinder
For the benefit of non-British readers, unaware of the Eye’s little foibles, I should explain that ‘discussing Ugandan relations’ is a euphemism for sexual intercourse while ‘being chained to a radiator’ is a euphemism for…well, being chained to a radiator.
Best wishes
S
On the subject of humiliating books….
A while ago I was in one of those “remaindered” book shops. After about 30 minutes of aimless wandering I was about to leave when I saw David Cameron’s “For The Record”, a hardback memoir, on a low shelf near the door, under a lot of other books.
It was very, very cheap and I read a lot of political memoirs so, and with a large degree of reticence (associated with the progenitor of Brexit) I took it and placed it on the shop counter. My consolation being that there would be few if any royalties generated that day.
The shop lady handed me my receipt and looked kindly at me before saying “would you like me to put that in a brown paper bag for you?”.
“No, I’ll hide it under my coat”, I replied.
It was just like those days in Soho, for a moment.
Mr M
Now this is getting very weird Mr M. Because I too read a lot of political memoirs – or at least I used to. At one point I was at an educational establishment which had a rather specialised library. No: not the porny flagellation kind of ‘specialised library’ (alas), this was all focused on social sciences. So essentially the only ‘light’ reading was political biography. I was desperate enough to be reading a life of Reginald Maudling by the time I realised I needed help – now that’s hard-core.
Hmmm… femdom obsession, political biographies, truly terrible puns… are you sure you’re not me? I mean, I imagine a lot of bloggers write comments in their own blogs, but presumably they at least know they’re doing it…
If you ever read Lynn Truss’s account of her days at the top – on the back of a handy fag packet perhaps – do let us know.
Best wishes
S
The Lynn Truss biography? Is that “Meets, Shoots (Foot) & Leaves”?
No, never read it.
Actually though, I’ll see your Reginald Maudling and raise you Alan Duncan. A ex-Minister whose relevance, imagination, and wit can all be readily gleaned from the title of his memoir:
“In The Thick Of It”.
Nonny
A political titan of his generation. Where are they now, I wonder? Actually, I don’t.
Best wishes
S
Or did you mean “Ten Years To Save The Wets” – the little-known “Road to Damascus” memoir written by Margaret Thatcher, though never published?
If so, you really are a political nerd.
Mr M
Steady on Mr M. This blog places little weight on realism but there’s a limit, you know – the lady was NOT for turning!
Best wishes
S
As a foreigner I’m don’t know much about England, American, or Australian politics. I just focus on the señoritas.
Muy guapas.
Alberto
This blog’s entire philosophy is basically to leave the politics to the wiser, lovelier and more determined of the two sexes, Alberto, so I can’t argue with you on that. Anyway, there’s ironing to be done.
Best wishes
S