Reminder. Servitor chained up while the important people are on holiday, three images a day, not monitoring the blog as I’m too busy fending off the rats who want my slops. Goodness, isn’t summertime exhausting?
In the summertime (3)
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.
Which is hotter, the babes or the weather ?
Down in my cellar? Neither, if that’s possible.
Best wishes
S
THWACKK!!! ”Four, aaarggh. thank you goddess.”
”Now, Max. I think six with a cane is fair. You have been very sulky and silly this week.”
THWACKK!!! ”Five, thank you, ouch!! goddess.”
”Be quiet. Now listen. Just because I took you to my bed last night and we made love, doesn’t mean, you are my equal, or that you can talk to me like I am your friend, ok? You were very good last night and I appreciate how breathless you made me feel, but you are a sissy slave and I am your goddess, ok? I must establish my place. Now after the sixth hit thank me properly and kiss the cane.”
THWACKK!!! ”Six, thank you goddess. Ooh, sorry. aaarggh!! I am so sorry goddess. I love making love with you and I forget my place sometimes. Your skin is so soft and your p**sy so beautiful. May I kiss the cane, goddess?”
”You may.” Mmmmm kisskisskiss.
Max got up and poured my coffee. He then went upstairs to make the bed to tidy up and fetch laundry. I looked at my laptop and emailed my colleague about my trip to Dubai next week. It is important to let Max know his place, especially after the intimacy and sheer pleasure of lovemaking, even though he wasn’t let out of his chastity. His lovely pleasuring of my pu**y was done with his tongue. In these moments I let him say sweet lovers words and tell me he loves me, without use of the title ‘goddess’, I enjoy it better that way.
I change into my blue skirt suit and put on my heels. I grab my briefcase and purse and say ‘bye’ to Max.
”Shouldn’t be late tonight, honey. You may have a short coffee break before you start your chores, ok?”
In May we are having some elections in the UK. There has been much talk on the MSM about sissy slaves having voting rights. I don’t believe it is a good idea because that would mean a level of equality in that both mine and Max’s vote would be valid in the same way. A bad idea. Max wouldn’t dare raise the subject but I wonder if he thinks about votes and democracy and such.
I guess I doubt it, his main concern is at the moment is news about hemlines and whether yellow suits his complexion. He is into stories about ‘Unicorns’ at the moment as his mommy gave him a book on them at Christmas. His mom is allowed to be soft and give him a gift, it wasn’t wrapped and wasn’t under the Christmas Tree where all our presents are.
I must ask Max who he would vote for, may be funny to know. As I drive to work my pus*y reminds me how hot my sissy husband is, when I allow it.
I am looking forward to my trip to Dubai. Probably need to do some clothes shopping later this week.
Zoe
Thank you, Ms Zoe
I see the govmnt’s proposal is to lower the voting age to 16. I’m all in favour of that, for female voters, as long as there is a reciprocal raising of the voting age for males to at least 35. And possibly compulsory supervision for the older males, just to make sure they vote the right way. I’m sure we’d all feel the benefit. Hope the clothes shopping was enjoyable – my SO finds the whole ‘fashion’ scene quite tiresome, constantly having to order me to the shops to buy her the latest trends, most of which she’ll wear once at most.
Best wishes
S