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.
Careless talk
Costs… quite a lot. If you want her to pretend to care, that’ll be extra, too.
Well, that’s rather a dismissive attitude! What a haughty young miss! You know, I think you should say something , you really should. My suggestion would be “Yes Ma’am” but, y’know: you do you.
The nurses have discovered that really vigorous, two-fisted rectal examinations that leave the patient gasping and howling for mercy, can actually have useful therapeutic effects – senior staff nurse Perkins swears she always feels utterly relaxed after a really good one, especially if enjoyed with friends.
My SO always says the first hour’s just for warming up – unless it’s under the cold shower or in the ice bath, obviously.
I think they’re beginning to realise just what it is they can do to a man. Let’s hope that causes them to rethink their attitudes.
Face facts: it’s the only costume you’ve got that isn’t pink.
Well, if as a result they help him see the error of his ways, I suppose it might have been worth it. That and all the money they’re blackmailing him for, I mean.
4 thoughts on “Careless talk”
It was bright Monday in September when there was a knock on the door. Max hurried to answer, it was Mrs Margaret Johnston, of the ‘sissy disciplinary club’. He immediately dropped to his knees with his nose touching the floor. Margaret walked in by him and told him to follow her.
Zoe Sulliavan, Max’s wife had told him that, as it was nearing Christmas, when she would be really busy he needed to have a disciplinary session with a professional. He hadn’t realised that it would be so soon. Over the years he had been whipped by Mrs Johnston on several occasions. She is, he knew, very thorough.
He screamed, he cried, he begged her to stop, he kissed her feet and he said he was ”so, so sorry.”
Later that evening, Zoe, sat watching the early evening news whilst Max made supper. She had a report from Mrs Johnston that indicated he had received the disciplinary really well and that she was satisfied he would improve his behaviour over the coming months.
”Well done, Max, I am very proud of my sissy baby.”
Thank you Ms Zoe. Many ladies just don’t realise what a difference a real professional can make. Sure: an enthusiastic amateur can provide effective everyday discipline, but when there’s a real problem it’s best to call in a professional – and for an occasional check-up too, because professionals can spot bad thoughts developing down there before they manifest as actual impertinence or insubordination. A busy professional woman wouldn’t spend hours maintaining her own car, would she? No different.
Well, as a huuuuge fan of your captions that have, more than once, left me in tears of laughter, as well as in deep desire, it is clear that your last item needs a little editing. As can be seen from the blackboard, we are looking at Faye and Syren, and apparently Faye is “Stuck up”, while Syren is quite possibly a “Sl*t”, shocking as that may seem.
So while poetic license and creativity are always to be encouraged, it is not always warranted when the picture argues against it.
Ah… truth in literature is a slippery concept, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got hold of it, it slips out of your hand and you have to bend over to pick it up, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. What is truth, after all? Is Beth’s truth the same as your truth? Is it possible that Beth and her friend lied about their true names – and personalities – claiming to be the stuck up and sluttish Faye and Syren when their careless male-dom client booked his ‘schoolgirl detention session’? Odd for anyone involved in sex work to do so under an assumed name but there’s a first time for everything. And – come to that – isn’t it at least possible you fully realise this and your comment is in fact an ironic and knowing one? Oh, I don’t know. I can’t cope with complexity, not with the male brain I’m equipped with.
What I do know, though, is that the dominating gentleman in question is about to discover that ‘Faye and Syren’ are not, in fact, either the genuine submissives they advertised themselves to be, nor yet the penniless young ladies prepared to take a few whacks to the bottom for payment he assumed them to be. And although their advertised ‘interest in corporal punishment’ was really just part of the lure in their heartless blackmail scheme, Beth and her friend will soon both discover that they do quite enjoy it, after all. So, like in almost all the captions here, there’s a happy ending.
Best wishes
S
PS – ‘Syren’ is actually a bit of a slut, to be honest. But not when she’s working. ‘Faye’ is very down-to-earth and pragmatic, though, so the blackboard’s just wrong.
It was bright Monday in September when there was a knock on the door. Max hurried to answer, it was Mrs Margaret Johnston, of the ‘sissy disciplinary club’. He immediately dropped to his knees with his nose touching the floor. Margaret walked in by him and told him to follow her.
Zoe Sulliavan, Max’s wife had told him that, as it was nearing Christmas, when she would be really busy he needed to have a disciplinary session with a professional. He hadn’t realised that it would be so soon. Over the years he had been whipped by Mrs Johnston on several occasions. She is, he knew, very thorough.
He screamed, he cried, he begged her to stop, he kissed her feet and he said he was ”so, so sorry.”
Later that evening, Zoe, sat watching the early evening news whilst Max made supper. She had a report from Mrs Johnston that indicated he had received the disciplinary really well and that she was satisfied he would improve his behaviour over the coming months.
”Well done, Max, I am very proud of my sissy baby.”
”Thank you, ma’am, thank you so much.”
”Serve supper whenever you’re ready, honey.”
”Yes, ma’am, of course, ma’am.”
Zoe
Thank you Ms Zoe. Many ladies just don’t realise what a difference a real professional can make. Sure: an enthusiastic amateur can provide effective everyday discipline, but when there’s a real problem it’s best to call in a professional – and for an occasional check-up too, because professionals can spot bad thoughts developing down there before they manifest as actual impertinence or insubordination. A busy professional woman wouldn’t spend hours maintaining her own car, would she? No different.
Best wishes
S
Well, as a huuuuge fan of your captions that have, more than once, left me in tears of laughter, as well as in deep desire, it is clear that your last item needs a little editing. As can be seen from the blackboard, we are looking at Faye and Syren, and apparently Faye is “Stuck up”, while Syren is quite possibly a “Sl*t”, shocking as that may seem.
So while poetic license and creativity are always to be encouraged, it is not always warranted when the picture argues against it.
Glad to hear you like them, Mini-gang.
Ah… truth in literature is a slippery concept, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got hold of it, it slips out of your hand and you have to bend over to pick it up, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. What is truth, after all? Is Beth’s truth the same as your truth? Is it possible that Beth and her friend lied about their true names – and personalities – claiming to be the stuck up and sluttish Faye and Syren when their careless male-dom client booked his ‘schoolgirl detention session’? Odd for anyone involved in sex work to do so under an assumed name but there’s a first time for everything. And – come to that – isn’t it at least possible you fully realise this and your comment is in fact an ironic and knowing one? Oh, I don’t know. I can’t cope with complexity, not with the male brain I’m equipped with.
What I do know, though, is that the dominating gentleman in question is about to discover that ‘Faye and Syren’ are not, in fact, either the genuine submissives they advertised themselves to be, nor yet the penniless young ladies prepared to take a few whacks to the bottom for payment he assumed them to be. And although their advertised ‘interest in corporal punishment’ was really just part of the lure in their heartless blackmail scheme, Beth and her friend will soon both discover that they do quite enjoy it, after all. So, like in almost all the captions here, there’s a happy ending.
Best wishes
S
PS – ‘Syren’ is actually a bit of a slut, to be honest. But not when she’s working. ‘Faye’ is very down-to-earth and pragmatic, though, so the blackboard’s just wrong.