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Sanity, thy name is woman
Oh dear. I think the discussion about whether you need to be microchipped is finally over.
She wears things that turn you on… dresses, shoes, that kind of thing. So: time to slip into something less comfortable for her.
Actually everything was OK, because it turns out Treasure’s a bit kinky too. Well… maybe kinky’s not quite the right word. It’s more that she had deep-seated issues of rage towards the male sex to work through, but the result is much the same in practice.
She has developed a technique for dealing with panic attacks… usually she just goes off and has a cup of tea.
The lovely Maîtresse Blanche, there, who applies her treatments in a pretty little town near Fontainebleu outside Paris. I have been in that position, presumably in that very chair, and I was coping… OK with it all, until she discovered I was ticklish. But she coped very well with my not coping.
If you’re lucky she might let you have a longer ankle chain. But I wouldn’t bet on it.
Kitten’s going to think really hard about that.
4 thoughts on “Sanity, thy name is woman”
Sane men do what they are told before women unleash their insane powers.
Women have many different arrows in their quiver. Only an insane man dares to find out
Mujeres fuertes
Alberto
But so few men are actually sane, Alberto, when sanity is defined correctly as meaning being obedient to women in all things.
Isn’t it often said, for instance, that the very definition of insanity is doing something a woman does not like, being punished and then immediately repeating it and expecting a different result? Insanity or masochism – and we’ll have none of that round here!
Actually, my wife insists on my wearing a properly fitting bra. She doesn’t allow me to pretend to be something that I am not. Similarly, I am never allowed a wig, no matter how femininely I am dressed, indoors or out.
It can be difficult getting my band size in an AA cup. Mistress does though enjoy watching me squirm as I engage with the shop assistants, which makes it all worthwhile.
That sounds like she has your best interests at heart, Mr M, as always. So like my own SO – sometimes after a long and uncomfortable time in a shop trying to find the right bra for me, she’ll take the trouble to clip a little padlock through the clasps at the back, to make sure I don’t accidentally lose it on my walk home.
We don’t deserve this much generous attention from them, you know, really we don’t.
Sane men do what they are told before women unleash their insane powers.
Women have many different arrows in their quiver. Only an insane man dares to find out
Mujeres fuertes
Alberto
But so few men are actually sane, Alberto, when sanity is defined correctly as meaning being obedient to women in all things.
Isn’t it often said, for instance, that the very definition of insanity is doing something a woman does not like, being punished and then immediately repeating it and expecting a different result? Insanity or masochism – and we’ll have none of that round here!
Best wishes
S
Actually, my wife insists on my wearing a properly fitting bra. She doesn’t allow me to pretend to be something that I am not. Similarly, I am never allowed a wig, no matter how femininely I am dressed, indoors or out.
It can be difficult getting my band size in an AA cup. Mistress does though enjoy watching me squirm as I engage with the shop assistants, which makes it all worthwhile.
Mr M
That sounds like she has your best interests at heart, Mr M, as always. So like my own SO – sometimes after a long and uncomfortable time in a shop trying to find the right bra for me, she’ll take the trouble to clip a little padlock through the clasps at the back, to make sure I don’t accidentally lose it on my walk home.
We don’t deserve this much generous attention from them, you know, really we don’t.
Best wishes
S