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 very best authority
As my SO likes to say, ‘It’s not hurting enough unless it’s hurting too much.’ Bless her.
One of the toppings will be sprayed on quite warm, which should help make the frozen pizza a lot easier to bite through.
The firm has invested heavily to try to make its workforce as productive as possible: decent coffee, gym and chill-out spaces for the female employees and a really well-resourced office disciplinary team for the males.
I hope he’ll have the sense tomorrow to thank her properly for letting him spend the night on her lovely concrete floor. Some men can be so thoughtless.
Funny how women want to test the chastity belts. I mean, mine has never bent even slightly under pressure of the very hardest erection, so it hardly seems necessary. Arguably, I might conclude it’s a bit over-engineered, but arguing’s not permitted.
Oh to be held in her tight embrace…
6 thoughts on “The very best authority”
Another ten minutes of hurting knees would be a small price to pay for being able to observe those beautiful bare legs from a little closer – thank you , thank you. Normal men get to touch legs like that every day without thinking about it, but for “men” like me just getting to look at them a little more closely would be a treat beyond measure.
I think in the circumstances you might be best off explaining to her that you don’t mind at all, as it gives you longer to ogle her, tom. She’ll probably let you stay there all day.
Well… you say that, Shorty, but if all goes well the opportunities available to males whatever their educational backgrounds will soon narrow and diminish – much as the bumptious student’s no-longer-entirely-private parts did under the divine Annie’s firm handling above. I myself have quite an impressive educational record, but it counts for naught when I’m in detention, bent over with my skirt up, awaiting the cane for sloppy line-writing – and that’s with a private tutor whose hourly rate is well above those of most educational professionals.
In the new, much improved, world order, there will still be openings for the over-educated male, I understand. Some women quite enjoy the thought that their bootscraper possesses an advanced degree in linguistics or philosophy or some such and could cogently discourse on intersectional forms of oppression, were his mouth not otherwise occupied while engaged in his important task. Perhaps the same is true of handbag-sized love pets, whose erudite squeaking can easily be smothered should it cross the boundary from being merely amusingly irrelevant into being irritating.
Another ten minutes of hurting knees would be a small price to pay for being able to observe those beautiful bare legs from a little closer – thank you , thank you. Normal men get to touch legs like that every day without thinking about it, but for “men” like me just getting to look at them a little more closely would be a treat beyond measure.
I think in the circumstances you might be best off explaining to her that you don’t mind at all, as it gives you longer to ogle her, tom. She’ll probably let you stay there all day.
Best wishes
S
Yet another of the opportunities available to Harvard students, and not to those of us from less preftigious almae matres…
Well… you say that, Shorty, but if all goes well the opportunities available to males whatever their educational backgrounds will soon narrow and diminish – much as the bumptious student’s no-longer-entirely-private parts did under the divine Annie’s firm handling above. I myself have quite an impressive educational record, but it counts for naught when I’m in detention, bent over with my skirt up, awaiting the cane for sloppy line-writing – and that’s with a private tutor whose hourly rate is well above those of most educational professionals.
Best wishes
S
However firmly handled, I’m sure they retained all the necessary functions of the male genitalia, anyway.
I’ll admit that I only facetiously envy Harvard alumni, and am likewise fairly overeducated for my ideal career role of handbag-sized love-pet.
In the new, much improved, world order, there will still be openings for the over-educated male, I understand. Some women quite enjoy the thought that their bootscraper possesses an advanced degree in linguistics or philosophy or some such and could cogently discourse on intersectional forms of oppression, were his mouth not otherwise occupied while engaged in his important task. Perhaps the same is true of handbag-sized love pets, whose erudite squeaking can easily be smothered should it cross the boundary from being merely amusingly irrelevant into being irritating.
Best wishes
S