A bit o’politics today. No, not the scary, jackboot kind – that’s in a few weeks’ time.
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.
Caption 1: I don’t know why he’s so scared to speak. We know mebs libbers are just naughty little boys that need to be disciplined by a mother with a firm hand, thoroughly. To call them terrorists is a reach. What, is he scared of a spanking? He should go back home and do his chores then. Well, becoming the a victim of the ball busting sport would certainly concern me. But those naughty boys did a little more than just hand out pamphlets so they were begging for it.
Oh, he’s probably just a bit tongue-tied, Squaw. It happens to a lot of people when they speak in public and it’s especially understandable if he’s been waiting to speak for a while, until no more women wanted to speak… running over what to say in his mind, trying not to think how much the prolonged kneeling was hurting his knees. I’m sure we’ve all been there, right?
Best wishes
S
For sure, well, if he’s on his knees, he has even less of a reason to be afraid to speak. It means he knows his true place at a woman’s feet as a submissive bitch boy. He should end his question by kissing her feet, to show gratitude for being allowed to exist in such an important venue for the superior gender.
I’m like every other guy who looks down blouses and up skirts. The more beautiful the woman, the more I desired her.
However, I met this woman who had great inner female beauty, unlike most woman. I was overwhelmingly in heavenly bliss. I completely surrendered to her. No need for whips and punishment. I was in a trance. She loved me with her strong inner feminine beauty, as a dog, and I loved and obeyed her. I’m in ecstasy!!
The more women are like her, the more women will peacefully rule men who are happy. Paradise
Other guys look down blouses and up skirts? How do they cope with the resulting whippings? Too scary for me, I’ll stick to occasional glances down (or occasionally up) at a well-turned ankle – and even that can be risky.
Best wishes
S