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.
Malign neglect
She’s not one of these ladies who objects to your having an opinion that’s different from hers – in fact, you can have any opinions you like, as far as she’s concerned.
Madame Samantha’s technique with a cordkscrew is legendary.
Oh dear, how embarassing.
Don’t worry: it’s a purely symbolic sacrifice the Goddess will demand of you. You won’t be deprived of anything important.
Which is fine, but did Trevor hear his wife call out for him to “just tidy this lot up, will you darling?” as she was carried into the bedroom? Better start wriggling.
Nothing ventured nothing win… faint heart never won fair mistress (or an unfair one).
8 thoughts on “Malign neglect”
Needing seven naked temple maidens to be persuaded seems a little excessive.
I would have done it just for her, and she wouldn’t even have had to take her clothes off.
What possible harm is there in doing something nice for a beautiful woman?
Exactly. And helping them out with their religious ceremony will be spiritually uplifting too. Even if you don’t share their beliefs, that can promote well-being, and it could even end up transforming your outlook on life.
I’m sure she would, Melissa. Doesn’t help you with the slave application, but go ahead anyway because you can get a warm glow inside from knowing that you’ve pleased her, even though she’s forgotten you entirely.
The young man endures mutilation at the hands of the High Priestess under the light of the sickle moon. His arousal throughout is considered a good omen. His ejaculation at the moment of truth is especially propitious.
Afterwards, he is kindly nursed back to health by the women. His wounds heal, and he chooses to remain with the community, the personal attendant to the lovely handmaid in your caption.
She is delighted with this. “This one is quite handsome and rather sweet”, she says. “And besides, the High Priestess cut his balls off – not his tongue!”
Is there any chance of you writing another one of those “1980s called” posts?
It’s been quite a while and I do very much miss the words of our Dearest Editrix Goddess-Lady Lucia.
I can only report, Mr A, that the good Editrix has been lashing her whip across the backs of the sub-editors with great vigour and some thoroughly-tawsed hands are now tapping painfully away at typewriter keyboards. But I’m afraid it might take another month or so for the galley proofs and their authors to be corrected, the hot wax poured everywhere it needs to be poured and the Linotype machine to warm up and actually crank out another edition. It’s a slow process but as the Goddess-Lady herself scornfully remarks, when did men ever do anything quickly, except for wanking?
Needing seven naked temple maidens to be persuaded seems a little excessive.
I would have done it just for her, and she wouldn’t even have had to take her clothes off.
What possible harm is there in doing something nice for a beautiful woman?
Mr M
Exactly. And helping them out with their religious ceremony will be spiritually uplifting too. Even if you don’t share their beliefs, that can promote well-being, and it could even end up transforming your outlook on life.
Best wishes
S
But can this humble would-be slave suggest that Mistress Joy would like an even more expensive necklace than the one she is wearing right now?
I’m sure she would, Melissa. Doesn’t help you with the slave application, but go ahead anyway because you can get a warm glow inside from knowing that you’ve pleased her, even though she’s forgotten you entirely.
Best wishes
S
After the Ceremony . . .
The young man endures mutilation at the hands of the High Priestess under the light of the sickle moon. His arousal throughout is considered a good omen. His ejaculation at the moment of truth is especially propitious.
Afterwards, he is kindly nursed back to health by the women. His wounds heal, and he chooses to remain with the community, the personal attendant to the lovely handmaid in your caption.
She is delighted with this. “This one is quite handsome and rather sweet”, she says. “And besides, the High Priestess cut his balls off – not his tongue!”
That’s a nice story, PP, much nicer than I had in mind. Yes, let’s have our protagonist live happily if eunuchly ever after.
Best wishes
S
Is there any chance of you writing another one of those “1980s called” posts?
It’s been quite a while and I do very much miss the words of our Dearest Editrix Goddess-Lady Lucia.
I can only report, Mr A, that the good Editrix has been lashing her whip across the backs of the sub-editors with great vigour and some thoroughly-tawsed hands are now tapping painfully away at typewriter keyboards. But I’m afraid it might take another month or so for the galley proofs and their authors to be corrected, the hot wax poured everywhere it needs to be poured and the Linotype machine to warm up and actually crank out another edition. It’s a slow process but as the Goddess-Lady herself scornfully remarks, when did men ever do anything quickly, except for wanking?
Best wishes
S