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.
The wrongness of men
She shouldn’t have to do all the work in this relationship. Or any, in fact.
Tricky situation. Torture and murder are, let’s face it, ethically questionable activities, at best. On the other hand, they really are very pretty feet. What to do?
Oh no, not again. And they needed a new umpire after Edie disputed that line-call, too.
I don’t think anyone has mentioned any limits – no one female, anyway – so I suppose it’s open house, so to speak.
I think of the time between 5 am and… oh, anything from about 10 onwards, I suppose, as my special time. No disturbances, nothing to do but chores. Bliss.
She could have just unhooked the leash, rather than taking the collar off. That’s a sign of trust in your releationship, you know. Cherish it.
6 thoughts on “The wrongness of men”
I am of the opinion that most sissy’s need discipline which is fair but strict. Max, my sissy slave husband is a good boy, generally. However, he has a tendency to be silly.
I was chatting to my mum, when I was caning Max for being silly, can’t remember what he had done, I just know I had to address it as he was being silly.
Mum: ”Max is usually such a good sissy, honey. I guess he just needs reminding, huh?”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. One. Thank you goddess.”
”Max, tell me each time why you are being caned, so mum can hear, OK?”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Two. mmmfff Thank you goddess.
I asked my goddess if I could sleep with her old pantyhose and master’s shoes. ”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Three. aargh…..Thank you goddess.
I was being silly, coz I am not worthy of the goddesses pantyhose and master’s shoes.”
Mum: ”Well, that was silly, wasn’t it, Max?”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Four. Thank you goddess.
Yes, mummy, it was very silly.”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Five. Thank you goddess.
I must worship the goddess and her pantyhose, and the master’s shoes.”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Six. mmmffff ….Thank you goddess.
I am a silly, silly sissy.”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Seven. Thank you goddess.
Mummy can I sleep with your old pantyhose, please?”
”Don’t be so rude, Max, apologise to mummy. You don’t get to ask that kind of question.
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Thwack!! ”Aargh. Twelve. ouch!!! Thank you goddess.
You are such a beautiful goddess, and I am so silly.”
”Mummy, would you like a glass of wine?”
”That would be nice, honey……I want to talk about your daddy, need your advice, honey.”
”Max. go pour two glasses of the Pinot Grigiot Blanc, honey.”
Exactly so, Fiestry. Although I’m not sure his position qualifies as a ‘job’, precisely. More of an indefinite unpaid internship. But it’s absurd to expect her to care about such things – she doesn’t worry about whether her toaster is happy making toast, after all. It just does and if it doesn’t, she has it fixed or replaced.
I think it’s technically position 9… or it could be 11. In any event, it’s very kickable. I mean, all positions are to some extent, but some invite it more than others.
I am of the opinion that most sissy’s need discipline which is fair but strict. Max, my sissy slave husband is a good boy, generally. However, he has a tendency to be silly.
I was chatting to my mum, when I was caning Max for being silly, can’t remember what he had done, I just know I had to address it as he was being silly.
Mum: ”Max is usually such a good sissy, honey. I guess he just needs reminding, huh?”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. One. Thank you goddess.”
”Max, tell me each time why you are being caned, so mum can hear, OK?”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Two. mmmfff Thank you goddess.
I asked my goddess if I could sleep with her old pantyhose and master’s shoes. ”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Three. aargh…..Thank you goddess.
I was being silly, coz I am not worthy of the goddesses pantyhose and master’s shoes.”
Mum: ”Well, that was silly, wasn’t it, Max?”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Four. Thank you goddess.
Yes, mummy, it was very silly.”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Five. Thank you goddess.
I must worship the goddess and her pantyhose, and the master’s shoes.”
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Six. mmmffff ….Thank you goddess.
I am a silly, silly sissy.”
Thwack!!. ”Oww. Seven. Thank you goddess.
Mummy can I sleep with your old pantyhose, please?”
”Don’t be so rude, Max, apologise to mummy. You don’t get to ask that kind of question.
all the way to:
Thwack!! ”Aargh. Twelve. ouch!!! Thank you goddess.
You are such a beautiful goddess, and I am so silly.”
”Mummy, would you like a glass of wine?”
”That would be nice, honey……I want to talk about your daddy, need your advice, honey.”
”Max. go pour two glasses of the Pinot Grigiot Blanc, honey.”
”Yes, goddess, of course, goddess.”
Zoe
Thank you, Ms Zoe, very lovely. I am sure little Maxie agrees with your opinion on this… as on so much else.
Best woshes
S
That first picture is a giant mood.
Why should I care about whether or not you’re happy? It’s your job to make sure I’m happy after all.
Exactly so, Fiestry. Although I’m not sure his position qualifies as a ‘job’, precisely. More of an indefinite unpaid internship. But it’s absurd to expect her to care about such things – she doesn’t worry about whether her toaster is happy making toast, after all. It just does and if it doesn’t, she has it fixed or replaced.
Many thanks for commenting.
Best wishes
S
What position is that in picture number 4? It’s never specified…
I think it’s technically position 9… or it could be 11. In any event, it’s very kickable. I mean, all positions are to some extent, but some invite it more than others.
Best wishes
S