In your room. (Fem-not-dom and sadly SFW)
Oh, I wonder what you’re gonna do to me
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.
Oh Lord, the ponies caption. One wonders how many mute, isolated men they have locked up constantly walking treadmills in little concrete boxes… and one wonders whether they’re totally silent or if they can neigh and whinny.
Gelded or not, I imagine there’s no opportunity for self-abuse in the box.
True, shorty, but I’m sure you’d agree it’s worth it when you’re finally trained up, fit, healthy and obedient and dragged blinking ouit of the dark fetid training stall, then taken out one fresh autumn morning to be driven as one of a four by a giggling young lesbian couple. The clippity-clop of your hooves on the cobblestones soon giving way to a rhythmic thudding as the team trot smartly across the soft newly-plowed fields, panting breath visible in the crisp October air, the crack of the whip and the shrieks of encouragement behind, the reins firmly guiding your blinkered vision to the destination ahead… Who was it once said that the key to happiness is being forcibly trained to be good at something, then being relentlessly made to do it repeatedly, to the point of exhaustion, under the whip of a sadist? Not sure, but it might have been the Head Lady of that very stables. She’d certainly appreciate the sentiment.
Best wishes
S
Yes, you are correct about superior Goddess Palvin. She deserves only the best of subs and slaves and she has every right to pick the few lucky ones that are the most useful to her and thus are graced to be her real life doormat.
It is a harsh reality for the rest of us, such as me. What am I supposed to do? I will never meet her, never speak to her, she will never know about my existence… so, it is easy right? No need for me to do any sacrifices or to suffer for her. Why should I? … in the end it doesn’t benefit her in any way.
I say it is wrong. It’s the easy route to choose. But doesn’t Miss Palvin deserve to be worshipped from afar? Isn’t it the right thing to suffer for her without her even knowing?
Like if distance would somehow make me equal to her or at least mask the fact I am so below her? I still am. She is superior to me in any way and I worship her of course.
So yes, she will not enslave me. But that does not absolve me to stay in chastity for her for long periods of time. It does not absolve me from doing corner time and chanting her name. It does not absolve me from kneeling in front of her pictures. And so on, and so on…
Exactly, sush. And the fact that she’d find such an outcome to be ridiculous and pitiful, in the absurdly unlikely event she ever found out, should not deter you in the least from following where your heart is dragged.
Best wishes
S