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.
If you don’t like what I’m sayin’ then won’t you slap my face?
Because I’m bad. And because I’ve been bad.
And she’s his everything, so that’s worked out quite well.
Yeah. I mainly look at pervy pictures of women on the Internet for the articles anyway.
Actually, almost anything causes impotence, for a male in a relationship with a sufficiently determined woman. The trick is finding something that temporarily removes it.
Oooh ohh – look at me, I was castrated! Like anyone cares, loser.
Just as well.. her mother’s only topic of conversation seems to be how you don’t deserve her daughter, while when his own ball-gag’s not in, her father only talks about how perfect and wonderful his wife is and how lucky he is to be under her guidance. Family, eh? I’d buckle the ball-gag on myself.
Obviously their fetish play gear isn’t all entirely unsuitable for the more serious purposes they have in mind. Some of the whips are painful enough for real use and you can always stamp on fingers or other bits with a good solid pair of boots. They do also wear latex, although mostly in the form of heavy, long aprons for when things get messy, not the skimpy little numbers so beautifully on display here.
6 thoughts on “If you don’t like what I’m sayin’ then won’t you slap my face?”
It reminds me of the classic prank where you propose a boy to make a threesome( with another girl) and then you put something in his drink or food that causes impotence.
You should see them later haha, they’re freaking out.
Girls will be girls, eh, Maria? I suppose there’s no harm in having a bit of fun like that. Anyway, the boy can go and make himself useful in other ways, while the girls enjoy a well-deserved twosome.
At least she has nothing to catch in that zip. After the first four or five times it can get very painful if you don’t get your smallholding out of the way quickly enough.
Which itself is not always easy, depending on the degree of restraint. I have tried to explain this to my wife, with a polite request that she be more careful.
Fortunately though my wife keeps a strong antiseptic cream to hand for just those times and, as she regularly points out, latex is impervious to blood anyway.
Ah, zips can be tricky. I actually have very few on any of my garments right now… buttons, hooks, buckles are more my thing. I do remember on a date once, getting a fly zipper stuck halfway down, I was fumbling so much. The girl I was with thought it quite funny, but the guy did get a bit testy, I think more from impatience than worry about getting anything caught, while I frantically tugged and tried to work it loose. Fortunately everything came right in the end.
It’s quite discreet, of course, PP, so only a few ladies in the know would recognise it to mock. But then, many more ask what it means, so there’s ample scope for unintentional cruelty and humiliation, too.
It reminds me of the classic prank where you propose a boy to make a threesome( with another girl) and then you put something in his drink or food that causes impotence.
You should see them later haha, they’re freaking out.
Girls will be girls, eh, Maria? I suppose there’s no harm in having a bit of fun like that. Anyway, the boy can go and make himself useful in other ways, while the girls enjoy a well-deserved twosome.
Best wishes
S
At least she has nothing to catch in that zip. After the first four or five times it can get very painful if you don’t get your smallholding out of the way quickly enough.
Which itself is not always easy, depending on the degree of restraint. I have tried to explain this to my wife, with a polite request that she be more careful.
Fortunately though my wife keeps a strong antiseptic cream to hand for just those times and, as she regularly points out, latex is impervious to blood anyway.
Mr M
Ah, zips can be tricky. I actually have very few on any of my garments right now… buttons, hooks, buckles are more my thing. I do remember on a date once, getting a fly zipper stuck halfway down, I was fumbling so much. The girl I was with thought it quite funny, but the guy did get a bit testy, I think more from impatience than worry about getting anything caught, while I frantically tugged and tried to work it loose. Fortunately everything came right in the end.
Best wishes
S
I do like the idea of a lapel badge for men after they’ve been snipped
. . . if only to encourage cruel and humiliating remarks from female strangers.
It’s quite discreet, of course, PP, so only a few ladies in the know would recognise it to mock. But then, many more ask what it means, so there’s ample scope for unintentional cruelty and humiliation, too.
Best wishes
S