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.
Hell hath no fury like a woman…
…does.
Men don’t really understand stuff like that, unless it’s slapped into them.
It’s a symbolic denial of heterosexuality, you see. And a rather practical and concrete physical one too, of course.
Actually, of course, lady Vikings didn’t usually go raiding. No: they waited at home, standing there tapping their feet and idly stroking their whips as their apologetic husbands returned with more meagre and unsatisfactory booty. There is a reason Vikings were so fierce, you know.
Of course, it doesn’t take the human element out completely – it can’t whip you, for instance.
Thank goodness for that. She must have been quite distraught.
Even if you’re sure it’s not yours (and let’s face it – in your condition, you can be reasonably confident it isn’t, right?) it’s polite to offer to lick it off.
4 thoughts on “Hell hath no fury like a woman…”
It’s an interesting use of the permitted zones.
I had used the same function but to make him stay somewhere fun for a while.
Like under the rain, a demonstration with an incorrect T-shirt, a lesbian pub door…
Boys should stay where they’re put. I still recall the incredulity with which my SO greeted my (admittedly impertinent) assumption that I could just ‘go wandering about’ without permission. I remember very clearly how she helped emphasise the point to me, too, even after all these years.
It’s an interesting use of the permitted zones.
I had used the same function but to make him stay somewhere fun for a while.
Like under the rain, a demonstration with an incorrect T-shirt, a lesbian pub door…
Last summer for example he lived in a nudist beach for some days
I hope the beach authorities made an exception to the ‘no clothing’ rule to allow him small items of personally restrictive jewelry, Maria.
Best wishes
S
That all sounds very creative, thank you, Maria.
Boys should stay where they’re put. I still recall the incredulity with which my SO greeted my (admittedly impertinent) assumption that I could just ‘go wandering about’ without permission. I remember very clearly how she helped emphasise the point to me, too, even after all these years.
Best wishes
S