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.
Inferior angles
She needs to be able to trust you’ll always do as you’re told and for your part, you can trust her never to make you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, OK?
It’s a matter of priorities. Would you rather participate in ninety minutes of male shouting about some silly thing getting kicked around or go and watch the football?
It can be hard to find good masturbation gloves. My SO’s needed a new pair for months, but she can’t seem to find any she likes enough to buy. It must be very frustrating for her.
Dommes can get funny about dressing up as nazis. I mean, it’s just a bit of sexy cosplay, right? I asked one once – oh… what was her name? Mistress Hannah, was it? Or Esther or Miriam… one of those pretty names. Anyway, she flat-out refused and what’s worse, she didn’t at all respect the pain limits we’d agreed, which I think is very unprofessional.
Rule 3 is a wonderful rule. I often have the joy and privilege of having it imposed upon me.
It starts to get dark really early this time of year.
7 thoughts on “Inferior angles”
When Saturday Comes
An unexpected mention of association football today! Speaking personally, not my game.
I was sent to a posh school (all boys, all boarding) where rugby was the main game. Surprisingly, for a bookish and thoughtful boy, I was rather good at the sport and played for the first XV.
My SO seems to think it was all just repressed homosexuality, with pretty boys (like me) being routinely buggered by the front row in communal showers after matches.
Quite mistaken. Sometimes the whole pack wanted a go!
PP
PS: doesn’t that paddle-wielding lady look particularly elegant?
Not the first mention, actually 5P (Posh Player Poet Pervert PS Paddling). I’ll admit this blog doesn’t feature anywhere in the top 10 million or so football-related sites, but once an entire post – albeit a short one – was devoted to The Beautiful Game.
I played rugby at school too…. well, if by ‘played’ you include hanging around miserably on a cold field, occasionally running half-heartedly at the ball just slowly enough to make sure someone else got there first. An unpleasant experience all round… I really ought to pay a domme to re-enact it for me, I suppose.
Speaking of dommes… the paddle-wielding lady not only looks but is particularly elegant and I know that for a fact that is true because I have met her and I have felt the paddle. A beautiful, smart and very creative lady.
A rule is a rule, Sam, whether it forbids or compells speech. If your Miss prefers inane banter, then inanely you must bant. In a well-run household, men do not have the right to remain silent, after all.
When Saturday Comes
An unexpected mention of association football today! Speaking personally, not my game.
I was sent to a posh school (all boys, all boarding) where rugby was the main game. Surprisingly, for a bookish and thoughtful boy, I was rather good at the sport and played for the first XV.
My SO seems to think it was all just repressed homosexuality, with pretty boys (like me) being routinely buggered by the front row in communal showers after matches.
Quite mistaken. Sometimes the whole pack wanted a go!
PP
PS: doesn’t that paddle-wielding lady look particularly elegant?
Not the first mention, actually 5P (Posh Player Poet Pervert PS Paddling). I’ll admit this blog doesn’t feature anywhere in the top 10 million or so football-related sites, but once an entire post – albeit a short one – was devoted to The Beautiful Game.
I played rugby at school too…. well, if by ‘played’ you include hanging around miserably on a cold field, occasionally running half-heartedly at the ball just slowly enough to make sure someone else got there first. An unpleasant experience all round… I really ought to pay a domme to re-enact it for me, I suppose.
Speaking of dommes… the paddle-wielding lady not only looks but is particularly elegant and I know that for a fact that is true because I have met her and I have felt the paddle. A beautiful, smart and very creative lady.
Best wishes
S
I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting her. She’s a delight!
PP
Aye, that she is. She once made me fuck an inflatable crocodile. There aren’t many women you can say that about.
Best wishes
S
Love the speaking rules. Sadly my Miss is amused by my inane banter so I usually get by on level 4…
A rule is a rule, Sam, whether it forbids or compells speech. If your Miss prefers inane banter, then inanely you must bant. In a well-run household, men do not have the right to remain silent, after all.
Best wishes
S
Indeed. Lucky for her i do high quality inanity.