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.
Isn’t that just the way of it? You’ve met a girl, you think you’re getting on but then all of a sudden the conversation has to end so you can run screaming in terror from a pack of baying hounds, and end up being flayed alive. Story of my life.
It’s important to understand sarcasm when visiting a domme. But never try practising it. “Yeah, I ‘really’ want you to twist my scrotum around, then hang me by it from a hook. That would be ‘so great’, Mistress, ‘thanks'”.
Poor Kitten… she’s had to be so patient. It’s frustrating for her that you never seem to have any money except on payday. Can’t you do something about that?
The thing men’s libbers never really seem to address, is that they’re free to do whatever they want, as long as a woman approves. Honestly, they’re crying over nothing, when there’s so much more they could be crying about.
Or the ground before her feet… probably safer.
Hollywood actresses often get quite embarassed at how many unsolicited slaves they end up owning – they often give them to charities who can force them to work for good causes, I understand.
4 thoughts on “Shut, shut your mouth”
Thank you for these, as ever.
Somehow the last one is made even more piquant by the fact Scarlett would simply give me away. Even if she sold me rather than using me herself as I had dreamed of, I could feel some small sense of fulfilment in knowing she had gained some benefit from my giving myself to her. But no, I have not even that crumb of comfort. Instead, the rest of my miserable life will be a torment of abuse and pain for no purpose at all, because I am so worthless to Scarlett that she chooses to reject absolutely my gift of myself.
Even as I suffer Lee’s beating en route to whatever hellish existence I am destined to endure, that would seem right to me and I would feel only worshipful love for this beautiful goddess who had spurned and condemned me. Wonderful!
Ah, that’s right, tom: take pleasure in what you can, that’s what I say. If you think about it, every day of your life, Ms Scarlett is actually entirely indifferent to your existence, her perfect life unstained by any idea of your filthy thoughts and blissfully free of the mild irritation she would be likely to experience were you ever brought to her notice. Isn’t that a wonderful thought? I feel the same about the Divine Annie, of course. Much as I might dream of being annihilated beneath her feet, it is at least some comfort to know that she will never have to go to the trouble of scraping me off the sole of her shoe.
There is actually a growing number of males who are anti male libbers. They enjoy being beaten, being overpowered by women, being horny all the time while being constantly frustrated from denial.
Actually since women now have more degrees and earn more than men, women no longer need to “get a man”. Men are just play things.
So more and more men are desperate, and crying in their beer.
You men might as well learn to enjoy being used by females.
Women’s lib, male surrender,
Rosita
What a men’s libber might call an argument is best considered to be a tantrum, Rosita, and dealt with accordingly. Take away their right or their money to buy beer, and they’ll soon come and cry where their tears will be more appreciated.
Thank you for these, as ever.
Somehow the last one is made even more piquant by the fact Scarlett would simply give me away. Even if she sold me rather than using me herself as I had dreamed of, I could feel some small sense of fulfilment in knowing she had gained some benefit from my giving myself to her. But no, I have not even that crumb of comfort. Instead, the rest of my miserable life will be a torment of abuse and pain for no purpose at all, because I am so worthless to Scarlett that she chooses to reject absolutely my gift of myself.
Even as I suffer Lee’s beating en route to whatever hellish existence I am destined to endure, that would seem right to me and I would feel only worshipful love for this beautiful goddess who had spurned and condemned me. Wonderful!
Ah, that’s right, tom: take pleasure in what you can, that’s what I say. If you think about it, every day of your life, Ms Scarlett is actually entirely indifferent to your existence, her perfect life unstained by any idea of your filthy thoughts and blissfully free of the mild irritation she would be likely to experience were you ever brought to her notice. Isn’t that a wonderful thought? I feel the same about the Divine Annie, of course. Much as I might dream of being annihilated beneath her feet, it is at least some comfort to know that she will never have to go to the trouble of scraping me off the sole of her shoe.
Best wishes
S
There is actually a growing number of males who are anti male libbers. They enjoy being beaten, being overpowered by women, being horny all the time while being constantly frustrated from denial.
Actually since women now have more degrees and earn more than men, women no longer need to “get a man”. Men are just play things.
So more and more men are desperate, and crying in their beer.
You men might as well learn to enjoy being used by females.
Women’s lib, male surrender,
Rosita
What a men’s libber might call an argument is best considered to be a tantrum, Rosita, and dealt with accordingly. Take away their right or their money to buy beer, and they’ll soon come and cry where their tears will be more appreciated.
Best wishes
S