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.
You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy
John Calvin said that, kinky little slut that he was.
Scurry scurry….
I hope that isn’t real fur. It’s cruel, you know.
Oh, I hate sissy play-dates, don’t you? Sometimes I’d rather just be left at home, chained up on the back porch. But my preferences don’t enter into it.
I don’t see what isn’t sexy about any of that.
He should take her seriously. Very, very seriously.
You could ask. What’s the worst that can happen?
2 thoughts on “You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy”
At least my wife said we could try a few times.
It always ended the same though. Every time she asked “is it in yet?” I would immediately orgasm.
Eventually she worked out I didn’t actually have to be between her legs for that to happen, and she quickly learned to exploit it.
I had a very wet and embarrassing few occasions, in those honeymoon months, when we would be in a restaurant and she would use her foot under the table to arouse me before asking “is it in yet?”.
Then came the chastity years and eventually even that wasn’t necessary to keep me detumescent. So no more premature ejaculator.
At least my wife said we could try a few times.
It always ended the same though. Every time she asked “is it in yet?” I would immediately orgasm.
Eventually she worked out I didn’t actually have to be between her legs for that to happen, and she quickly learned to exploit it.
I had a very wet and embarrassing few occasions, in those honeymoon months, when we would be in a restaurant and she would use her foot under the table to arouse me before asking “is it in yet?”.
Then came the chastity years and eventually even that wasn’t necessary to keep me detumescent. So no more premature ejaculator.
Such a clever woman.
Mr M
I’m vaguely reminded of an early Alexei Sayle stand-up routine which went something like:
“Sex, eh? I had sex last week. I’m not trying that again. I nearly got me ‘ed stuck!”
Best wishes
S