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 that’s what she wants
Actually, she doesn’t really need gloves either, since she’s mostly going to be working on kicks and knee-ups today.
She’s just making him uncomfortable before she really gets to work. Putting him at his unease, so to speak.
Mr Wuffles is allowed to rub himself against her leg, too, which doesn’t seem at all fair.
Women are amazing at multitasking, while men barely task at all, unless someone is standing over them with a whip.
Oh, and the word “not” has been deleted from Article 42, about castration, but that’s just tidying-up.
If one of her piggies is going to get into serious financial difficulties, she prefers it not to be for a good reason or any worthwhile cause.
Oh, nothing any male being faced with such a contract should worry his little head about. Just a few minor sub-clauses setting out the process to be followed in the event of serious disagreement between the parties. But would you disagree with her? And if you did, do you imagine anyone sensible would consider that to be ‘serious’? Surely not.
I can understand the attraction of a woman wearing boxing gloves delivering a smart combination to the head, solar plexus or lower. And as for those kicks and knee ups – they sound delightful!
However, I can think of nothing lovelier than hot sting of cool, feminine palm slapped roundly across the face.
Recently, in a dungeon in West London, a rather elegant lady was kind enough to say I had “eminently slappable cheekbones”. I swooned.
Cheekbones can be very slappable, PP, but those of us with fleshier probably have our advantages for a really satisfying session, forward and back.
I once had a day out – mostly vanilla-ish – with my lovely domme and her friend and I warmly remember being slapped hard around the face as we entered one of those restaurants down by Tower Bridge. The perfect start to a meal.
What’s in Article 41? Now I’m curious.
Oh, nothing any male being faced with such a contract should worry his little head about. Just a few minor sub-clauses setting out the process to be followed in the event of serious disagreement between the parties. But would you disagree with her? And if you did, do you imagine anyone sensible would consider that to be ‘serious’? Surely not.
Best wishes
S
Gloves Off?
I can understand the attraction of a woman wearing boxing gloves delivering a smart combination to the head, solar plexus or lower. And as for those kicks and knee ups – they sound delightful!
However, I can think of nothing lovelier than hot sting of cool, feminine palm slapped roundly across the face.
Recently, in a dungeon in West London, a rather elegant lady was kind enough to say I had “eminently slappable cheekbones”. I swooned.
PP
Cheekbones can be very slappable, PP, but those of us with fleshier probably have our advantages for a really satisfying session, forward and back.
I once had a day out – mostly vanilla-ish – with my lovely domme and her friend and I warmly remember being slapped hard around the face as we entered one of those restaurants down by Tower Bridge. The perfect start to a meal.
Best wishes
S