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.
Update: something went badly wrong with this site, deleting every change between May 5th to now, including all comments during that time. I’m really sorry about that, especially losing all the ‘maths teacher’ comments. I’ll keep looking into it, but from what I can tell, the site did not backup last week but instead reverted to the previous backup, which was May 5th.If any WordPress experts have suggestions, I’d welcome them but I’ve tried all the options suggested by Googling the problem and the site really does seem to have fully lost a week – comments are even missing from the wp_comments database. Ouch. I can only apologise to my brilliant commenters who got deleted. Not my doing!
The nice thing about damage that’s reversible is she gets to do it again.
It was complicated getting the place built, but fortunately she owned the building developer and a friend of hers owned an architect. Oh, and they only discovered after the work was done that they had to apply for planning permission, but the planning officer was given a thorough tour of the facilities over a long weekend, and he was eager to approve after that. So it all got done in the end… although never quite to her satisfaction, it has to be said.
She likes to give them a sporting chance. No more than one chance, mind. And no more sporting than necessary.
She’s trying hard to make this work for both of you, but if it’s not working for her, that’s can’t happen, can it?
That’s the thing about OWK: everyone imagines it’s non stop brutality but it’s more stop-start-stop-start…
Well, if the price is fixed I suppose that’s what you have to pay. But you could try offering more?
Aren’t we, though? Leopold Sacher Masoch said that and he was right about a lot of things.
Sorry – did you just ask about facial recognition? Do you really think she wants to bend down and… oh, that’s just perverted. We don’t want that sort of thing round here, thank you very much.
Don’t worry, she makes sure he sheds the excess pounds after the tournament. She has a special dietary regime called ‘chained up with no food’. It works a treat.
All those pretty dresses and they just want to wear jeans? Oh well, a lap is a lap, when you’re lying across it, I suppose.
They’re planning a big party at the weekend – over thirty guests. They dropped round to ask if she minded, and of course she said it was absolutely fine. Should be a fun evening.
She’s never had a problem motivating her students; in fact it’s the part of the job she enojoys the most.
My SO’s the same… even if it causes her mild discomfort, there are no lengths she won’t go to to ensure that any lessons I need to learn are soundly beaten in. So touching… it makes me cry.
More tales of fairies and witches and tingly sparkly stuff like that, joyously to celebrate that now is – once again – the month of maying and the sun is shining brightly through the tiny grill high up on the wall opposite, illuminating a little square far above my head, which I can just see if I twist my head around as far as the iron collar will let me. Sunshine just makes everything better, doesn’t it? Which is probably why dungeons don’t traditionally have a lot of it.
She uses a slipper on him occasionally, just for old times’ sake.
Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to plead your case. In fact, you’ll be doing a lot of pleading.
Lessons learned and all ready to be turned back, then! Now… where did she go…?
She’s behind you!
Wouldn’t you think she’s the girl, the girl who has everything? Wish she could be part of my world.
What big flensing blades you have, Grandma! Can I use one?
I was a bit nervous when my own dear SO first suggested we make our relationship public with a public slapping but in the event, no one seemed to be shocked and in fact quite a few other people in the pub had a go once she’d finished. It just goes to show that things sometimes aren’t as bad as you imagine.
The trouble with ‘being ignored while Mistress sleeps’ sessions is that they can get quite expensive at standard hourly rates if she sleeps through her alarm.
It should – and will – be grateful she pays it so much attention.
Apparently she does have a punch-bag, although I can’t see one in this picture… maybe it’s hanging behind the camera.
She believes that almost any problems can be solved, through the rigorous application of science.
So much easier in these days of streaming services… I remember having to buy face-slapping compilations on CD, and by chance there always seemed to be a giggling pair of young women on the cash desk – often with strong arms and hard palms – when I went to pay.
