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.
Held in contempt
Have a bit of empathy for goodness’ sake: she’s not actually ‘asking’ here… mars and venus thing, you know?
Curiously enough, none of them confessed until she got to level 11, then three did, all at the same time. So of course she had to carry on a bit to sort out who was telling the truth and who lying. Which was a bit hard on the other six, I suppose, but fairness is important to her so she wanted to be sure who was guilty.
They’ll be bringing you a special meal and drinks, so be sure to tell them if there’s anything you really don’t enjoy eating.
They can still have a lot of mushrooming fun. The woods are full of fungal growths: on the mossy ground, around the base of tree-trunks, growing on rotting old logs. A few of them are poisonous to humans, though, so she should find a way of testing for toxicity before taking any home to cook.
They used to have cigarette girls too, astonishing though it is to think of that today.
Kitten’s sympathetic face is pretty good, don’t you think? She had to practise it a lot, when she was starting out, because she didn’t find it easy.
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Of course unless you’ve checked under her skirt that could also be a clamp boy in the caption.
You need to work on your actress skills, Shorty, but that’s not a bad thing. Try to spend more time on the Internet looking at images of sexy actresses and I’m sure you won’t find it to be time wasted. Look at me – I spend my life doing little else.
Actually, though, as for me, I am constantly putting images of some very attractive young woman and then seeing a comment that reads “Wow, Sophie Sexylegs is the best, isn’t she? Is that from the publicity stills for Piranha Nightmare 7?” and I look at my six captioned images and wonder which one. I mean, the octopus one was from a feature about Monica Bellucci, otherwise I wouldn’t have known.
today was a strange day. I think Miss Kitten actually treated me like a person! OINK
My mind was a bit foggy as I was staring at her beautiful face. But it definitely sounded sincere and on par! Her beautiful bust was showing as she was leaning down to me as well. I desperately tried to prevent my dick pushing into the spikes of my chastity cage. But unfortunately it was to no avail. OINK
As I was trying my earnest to apply myself she was making different faces. She looked so nice and friendly. Somehow it reminded me off when I first met her. Strange that it seems so far away. Those memories are so fuzzy and blurry nowadays. OINK
Anyhow, I was relieved that Miss eventually turned normal again. She grabbed my chin and spit right in to my face. As usual, two times. Solid and mellow gobs that were dripping down my face as she was kicking me towards her bathroom to continue on my chores. OINK
She was calling me the dumbest freak she has ever met when she slammed the door shut. In those moments the world seems to be fine. Familiar. To be in order. Miss always says how important structure is. Thinking of my life before I met her is scary. So much chaos and futility. That’s why she is so strict with me. Miss said it is what I need. That thinking for myself is evil.
Dear diary, hopefully I forget those scary thoughts again and thank you Miss Kitten for all your help!! OINK
Yes, better for piggies not to try to second-guess or predict Kitten’s moods. Sometimes she’s happy – especially when piggies have been making sure she has all the nice things she deserves – and occasionally sad, especially when piggies are selfish and think only of themselves, their mortgages or their families. Sometimes she’s playful, sometimes,she’s cruel; often she’s both. The important thing is to accept she is perfect whatever mood she is in, and take full responsibility for life around her not living up to that state of perfection.
Multifunctional for multitasking ladies, Mr M. And a willful misreading on your part, as you very well know, which would only add to the poor lady’s annoyance (and your subsequent regret) if you’d tried it in real life.
I did once write a short story about my first domme, Mistress ‘Valerie’ complaining on the phone to a delivery company about the late delivery of her fucking machine. The joke – such as it was – being that the questions about where her fucking machine had got to, were in fact about a fucking machine.
Conversely, I have come across (and sometimes even serviced) many, many fucking machines brought into the house by my wife.
They tend to be a bit primitive and not really great conversationalists, in my experience.
I think she must lease rather than buying them. New ones appear with great regularity, full of energy, before being rapidly replaced as their vim and gloss dissipate.
That’s why I prefer the traditional manual approach.
Wise words, Mr M, wise words. After all, who really wants to be fucked by a mere inanimate object, lacking human consciousness, incapable of nuance, empathy or multi-tasking skills?
Of course unless you’ve checked under her skirt that could also be a clamp boy in the caption.
Mmm… except that it’s Audrey Hepburn. Who… y’know, could have been but… I’d be very sad (even sadder than I am) if so.
Best wishes
S
Clearly I suffer from celebrity face-blindness. Ouch.
You need to work on your actress skills, Shorty, but that’s not a bad thing. Try to spend more time on the Internet looking at images of sexy actresses and I’m sure you won’t find it to be time wasted. Look at me – I spend my life doing little else.
Actually, though, as for me, I am constantly putting images of some very attractive young woman and then seeing a comment that reads “Wow, Sophie Sexylegs is the best, isn’t she? Is that from the publicity stills for Piranha Nightmare 7?” and I look at my six captioned images and wonder which one. I mean, the octopus one was from a feature about Monica Bellucci, otherwise I wouldn’t have known.
OK, Audrey Hepburn I knew.
Best wishes
S
“Dear Diary,
today was a strange day. I think Miss Kitten actually treated me like a person! OINK
My mind was a bit foggy as I was staring at her beautiful face. But it definitely sounded sincere and on par! Her beautiful bust was showing as she was leaning down to me as well. I desperately tried to prevent my dick pushing into the spikes of my chastity cage. But unfortunately it was to no avail. OINK
As I was trying my earnest to apply myself she was making different faces. She looked so nice and friendly. Somehow it reminded me off when I first met her. Strange that it seems so far away. Those memories are so fuzzy and blurry nowadays. OINK
Anyhow, I was relieved that Miss eventually turned normal again. She grabbed my chin and spit right in to my face. As usual, two times. Solid and mellow gobs that were dripping down my face as she was kicking me towards her bathroom to continue on my chores. OINK
She was calling me the dumbest freak she has ever met when she slammed the door shut. In those moments the world seems to be fine. Familiar. To be in order. Miss always says how important structure is. Thinking of my life before I met her is scary. So much chaos and futility. That’s why she is so strict with me. Miss said it is what I need. That thinking for myself is evil.
Dear diary, hopefully I forget those scary thoughts again and thank you Miss Kitten for all your help!! OINK
Kindly, Shitstain”
Thank you, Sush.
Yes, better for piggies not to try to second-guess or predict Kitten’s moods. Sometimes she’s happy – especially when piggies have been making sure she has all the nice things she deserves – and occasionally sad, especially when piggies are selfish and think only of themselves, their mortgages or their families. Sometimes she’s playful, sometimes,she’s cruel; often she’s both. The important thing is to accept she is perfect whatever mood she is in, and take full responsibility for life around her not living up to that state of perfection.
Best wishes
S
You know, I thought I had quite a lot of experience in this field.
Yet I have never, ever, come across a fucking whip.
It sounds like a wonderful invention.
Mr M
Multifunctional for multitasking ladies, Mr M. And a willful misreading on your part, as you very well know, which would only add to the poor lady’s annoyance (and your subsequent regret) if you’d tried it in real life.
Actually, though, those do exist, particularly on Etsy for some reason.
I did once write a short story about my first domme, Mistress ‘Valerie’ complaining on the phone to a delivery company about the late delivery of her fucking machine. The joke – such as it was – being that the questions about where her fucking machine had got to, were in fact about a fucking machine.
I didn’t say it was a good short story.
Best wishes
S
Conversely, I have come across (and sometimes even serviced) many, many fucking machines brought into the house by my wife.
They tend to be a bit primitive and not really great conversationalists, in my experience.
I think she must lease rather than buying them. New ones appear with great regularity, full of energy, before being rapidly replaced as their vim and gloss dissipate.
That’s why I prefer the traditional manual approach.
Give me a firm handshake any day.
Mr M
Wise words, Mr M, wise words. After all, who really wants to be fucked by a mere inanimate object, lacking human consciousness, incapable of nuance, empathy or multi-tasking skills?
Best wishes
S