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Under her care and control
Because she’s very caring and very controlling.
‘Rules’ mind you, not ‘contract’. Your agreement was not required then, nor is it now.
Quite a lot at those ladies’ hourly rates, I hope.
I’ll mention again, in gratitude and encouragement, that Cruella’s back catalogue of magazines and photos is finally being made available for download. You can even pay by PayPal. Go on…
I might like it if it were consistently cooked properly but, for some reason, half of the time the person serving me just pushes a bowl of raw octopus into my face. I can’t imagine why this place gets such rave reviews. Still, you go for the experience, really, don’t you?
Obviously, it’s a bit of a gamble giving your life and freedom up to some unknown starlet. Sure, you might end up with a diamond-encrusted collar, chained up in the playroom of a Beverley Hills mansion… But most budding actresses don’t make it and you’re far more likely to end your days working two paid jobs and doing domestic slavery for an abusive, bitter alcoholic, her looks ruined by bad plastic surgery, living with her violent boyfriend in a trailer park somewhere. Which – y’know – isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but you should know what you’re getting into, that’s all.
I might venture a prediction… well: more of a guess, really.
I wonder what it would take to convince him to go vegetarian?
The astonishingly glamorous, beautiful and witty Mistress Eleise de Lacy, a truly wonderful domme, now sadly retired. This tweet from Sardax contains lovely pictures I’d never seen before, showing her playful smile (do tigresses smile? If so, it must look something like that).
13 thoughts on “Under her care and control”
I really like your angle on captions that include celebrities.
And hey, maybe it is exactly how you portray it – and some poor creature in a dark, cold cement-floored basement just completed another lap as the automated pulley system drags along the chain that connects to his collar for another circle as Ms Robbie speaks.
And on. And on.
It’s a lovely thought, isn’t it, Sush? I can well imagine that many actresses, after a day spent posing and smiling and giving upbeat interviews, do look forward to coming home, unlocking the door to that special cellar and heading down for a little stress-busting – just kicking back (or forwards) and doing whatever they like to someone who cannot object. It’s probably how they manage to appear so serene in public.
Look up, Shorty, you’re in good company. Because many men did, but when Ms Bellucci left to pursue a career in acting instead, sales collapsed. The chap standing next to her never did understand why no one wanted to eat his slimy octopus tentacles marinated in lemon juice any more. He’s not smiling like that now.
Trussed up like a lettuce, you mean, I take it? I don’t think I’d like to contemplate the image of him with a Johnson in his mouth; nothing divine about that.
Caption 1: I’d love to know what the marriage ceremony was like. Betting there was no “I Do’s” for him, more like “You Will or ELSE” like it was for me. The priestess, already physically imposing was rather intimidating when she gave me my “You Will” vows, looming over me, in her deep voice, as she firmly held me by my chin. She was so intimidating the men squirmed in their seat. It was all concluded with me on my knees kissing my wife’s feet, leading me away by my new cock collar. So romantic.
That does sound romantic, Squaw. I’m afraid the ceremony for the couple implicitly in the first picture there was more… businesslike. Transactional, almost. But she knew what she wanted and he should have known what he was getting into, so they were quite compatible, like a horse and its rider.
Yeah, I’d make some marriage captions with “You will” vows instead. Its more suitable for the femdom theme. Maybe it’d take place in a goddess matriarchal religious temple or something. When the priestess declares his “You will” vows, she’s not asking. He will follow those vows with every core of his being or else there will be punishment.
Why he would answer?
His wife should answer,in my opinion.
Something like;
will you clean the house?
He will
Will you be honest with your wife?
He will
Will you sexualy please her?
No he will not
….
I really like your angle on captions that include celebrities.
And hey, maybe it is exactly how you portray it – and some poor creature in a dark, cold cement-floored basement just completed another lap as the automated pulley system drags along the chain that connects to his collar for another circle as Ms Robbie speaks.
And on. And on.
It’s a lovely thought, isn’t it, Sush? I can well imagine that many actresses, after a day spent posing and smiling and giving upbeat interviews, do look forward to coming home, unlocking the door to that special cellar and heading down for a little stress-busting – just kicking back (or forwards) and doing whatever they like to someone who cannot object. It’s probably how they manage to appear so serene in public.
Many thanks for your comment.
Best wishes
S
I can see a man developing an obsession for the cross-looking woman at the octopus stand.
Look up, Shorty, you’re in good company. Because many men did, but when Ms Bellucci left to pursue a career in acting instead, sales collapsed. The chap standing next to her never did understand why no one wanted to eat his slimy octopus tentacles marinated in lemon juice any more. He’s not smiling like that now.
Best wishes
S
I didn’t recognize Monica Bellucci… now don’t I look a bit silly. At least I like to eat octopus
Some of us pay good money to be made to look silly, Shorty. Consider it a freebie. Plus all the octopus you can keep from crawling off your plate.
Best wishes
S
He would look lovely with an apple (or an ex-PM perhaps) in his mouth.
Mr M
Trussed up like a lettuce, you mean, I take it? I don’t think I’d like to contemplate the image of him with a Johnson in his mouth; nothing divine about that.
Best wishes
S
Caption 1: I’d love to know what the marriage ceremony was like. Betting there was no “I Do’s” for him, more like “You Will or ELSE” like it was for me. The priestess, already physically imposing was rather intimidating when she gave me my “You Will” vows, looming over me, in her deep voice, as she firmly held me by my chin. She was so intimidating the men squirmed in their seat. It was all concluded with me on my knees kissing my wife’s feet, leading me away by my new cock collar. So romantic.
That does sound romantic, Squaw. I’m afraid the ceremony for the couple implicitly in the first picture there was more… businesslike. Transactional, almost. But she knew what she wanted and he should have known what he was getting into, so they were quite compatible, like a horse and its rider.
I love the sound of “You will” vows.
Best wishes
S
Yeah, I’d make some marriage captions with “You will” vows instead. Its more suitable for the femdom theme. Maybe it’d take place in a goddess matriarchal religious temple or something. When the priestess declares his “You will” vows, she’s not asking. He will follow those vows with every core of his being or else there will be punishment.
Why he would answer?
His wife should answer,in my opinion.
Something like;
will you clean the house?
He will
Will you be honest with your wife?
He will
Will you sexualy please her?
No he will not
….
Well, Maria, I wasn’t necessarily suggesting he’d answer, or anyone would answer, at all. It would be more in the nature of a declaration.
But your version is good, too.
Perhaps instead of “he will”, though, one of them could be “he’d better!”.
Best wishes
S