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.
If and when she says so
And not a second before or after.
There’s nothing wrong, of course, with finding humour in femdom. It doesn’t all have to be brutal whippings, torture and opppression inflicted by hard-faced unsmiling females. Brutal whipping, torture and oppression inflicted by happy, giggling females is just as good.
Last session she wanted it done anti-clockwise, I understand. But that was then, now is now.
The nice thing about submissive clients (there has to be something, right?) for the working girls is they can fit their sessions around normal customers. If a guy comes in and asks for Yulia, she can just pop boot-worshipper there into a cupboard in mid-lick, give the normal guy whatever he needs, then let the worm back out for a little used condom play before resuming the fucked-up boot thing. If she remembers he’s there, that is.
How many blondes does it take to change a sexist’s entire outlook on life? Just one, as long as she’s got a whip and he’s got an indefinite sentence. But actually, there are over 10,000 blonde officers in the Male Rehabilitation Service, and more than enough whips to go round, so it doesn’t really work like that in practice.
It’ll probably be easier just to rip the whole thing out and install a completely new unit, which at least gives them an opportunity to find a more attractive male.
Funny how that works. For her. Every time.
By the way, obviously there’s a huge amount of slop out there, so I hesitate to recommend anything AI but there are some occasional interesting bits and pieces. This guy’s little videos are quite fun and nicely done, I think, worth a look.
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It appears both that judge and that lawyer are blonde by choice, rather than by genetic inclination. This may give the defense hope that the jury may feature fewer than eleven blondes by the end of the trial, and may likewise give the prosecution hope that the jury may end up unanimously blonde (and therefore blondly unanimous).
As for the defense’s barrister, it may be a good idea for her to bleach her own hair, for the same reason that the most successful attorneys specializing in defense against sexual assault charges in the United States are women. And I hope, for his sake, that the defendant’s solicitors (solicitrices?) had the foresight to ensure he went platinum blond well in advance of the trial (and possibly made some other changes to his grooming habits and general lifestyle).
Thank you, Shorty. Yes, as you know, this blog supports and celebrates’ women’s rights to choose, whether those choices concern important matters such as hair colour down to more trivial issues such as the sexual behaviour, or even capability, of their males.
I read an account of the court proceedings, by the way, and the defendant took your advice and bleached his hair blond. It didn’t go well, the court adding an additional twenty lashes to his eventual sentence for ‘taking the piss’ (a time-honoured British legal phrase). One of the junior court ushers, a male, made the mistake of laughing as the offending blonde joke was read out, too, so another trial was needed to deal with that crime. But justice was done – and seen and felt to be done – in the end and that’s the main thing.
It sounds like his lawyers did him a good job, though, if the terms of the sentence ended up being counted in lashes rather than in years (and court-ordered surgeries).
It appears both that judge and that lawyer are blonde by choice, rather than by genetic inclination. This may give the defense hope that the jury may feature fewer than eleven blondes by the end of the trial, and may likewise give the prosecution hope that the jury may end up unanimously blonde (and therefore blondly unanimous).
As for the defense’s barrister, it may be a good idea for her to bleach her own hair, for the same reason that the most successful attorneys specializing in defense against sexual assault charges in the United States are women. And I hope, for his sake, that the defendant’s solicitors (solicitrices?) had the foresight to ensure he went platinum blond well in advance of the trial (and possibly made some other changes to his grooming habits and general lifestyle).
Thank you, Shorty. Yes, as you know, this blog supports and celebrates’ women’s rights to choose, whether those choices concern important matters such as hair colour down to more trivial issues such as the sexual behaviour, or even capability, of their males.
I read an account of the court proceedings, by the way, and the defendant took your advice and bleached his hair blond. It didn’t go well, the court adding an additional twenty lashes to his eventual sentence for ‘taking the piss’ (a time-honoured British legal phrase). One of the junior court ushers, a male, made the mistake of laughing as the offending blonde joke was read out, too, so another trial was needed to deal with that crime. But justice was done – and seen and felt to be done – in the end and that’s the main thing.
Best wishes
S
It sounds like his lawyers did him a good job, though, if the terms of the sentence ended up being counted in lashes rather than in years (and court-ordered surgeries).