Just like his wife but how she was before the tears
Lady Darla, there, one of many reasons to visit Warsaw – and stay there indefinitely.
And he received them with a strange delight
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.
In new country I learn that it is a growing trend, for after the honeymoon, for her to put a cock cage on him, and for him to give her a new female vibrator.
I see the sales of both items are increasing much in new country.
It’s fortunate the new country allows easy immigration, as I suspect its population will not grow much by so-called natural methods.
Best wishes
S
I don’t get the new country joke, but gift a vibrator (hitachy, clitoris sucker…) To a brideA allways have been something topical
Indeed. My SO (see below) was given various kinds of vibrators by almost all mt ex-girlfriends when we married, usually accompanied by short notes of sympathy. But their fears were misplaced: in fact, she’s had a rather active and fulfilling sex life since marrying me, so much so that the noise sometimes keeps me awake. But I’m not complaining.
Best wishes
S
What is SO?
Significant Other, Maria. Very significant indeed.
Best wishes
S
Like the
“-your wife screams during sex?
-sure, sometimes I can hear her from the supermarket..
One my SO’s was a nymphomaniac whose orgasm went on and on for a very long time. She broke many things
But when she got her period, she would beat me painfully. Heaven and Hell in one package.
I hope your walls were well-insulated against sound, Alberto, for your neighbours’ sake. Imagine living next to that racket.
best wishes
S
In fact,you don’t need a boy to be submissive to make him pay a dinner
You are correct. A very masculine man can be manipulated by a woman, but only if the woman is very self confident in her female powers
No indeed, Maria, but if you want to tell him how much you despise him at the same time, it’s probably best to find one in need of a good ego-crushing. Although perhaps all men are… just that a few of us know it.
Best wishes
S
If you want to crush his ego, then it must be a man with ego.
And it is not the only thing that can be crushed
Headmaster Bob came into our Maths Class with his Responsible Female, Chloe. He didn’t usually enter a classroom as his job was in the Admin Block, where he worked for the Headmistress, Mrs Black.
He is called Headmaster as a joke because males cannot be in a ‘lead’ position in the Gynarchy.
”May I speak to the girls, Miss?”
”I am in the middle of a lesson Bobby dear. This had better be important. OK, speak.”
It wasn’t either important or urgent. I think it was about parent’s parking their SUV’s near the school, or something like that. Our Maths teacher, Chloe Wainwright, wasn’t happy and I suspect Headmaster Bob was later slapped. He deserves it, anyways.
Later, as I walked down the corridor Headmaster Bob was walking towards me. As I approached he stopped, faced the wall and stayed still until I passed. As I walked by I slapped his bottie and told him to stay looking at the wall for the next hour.
Life in this school is good, as the girls are in control.
Zoe
Zoe
Do you think putting cock cages on the males makes then more submissive to females ?
Does a man need to be strong to surrender to gynarchy??
That does sound good, Ms Zoe. I don’t see anything wrong with Headmaster Bob’s title: he can be the most powerful and important man in the school, after all, as everythign is relative.
Men can become obsessed with trivial things, whether it’s parental parking, their pocket money or – obviously – orgasms. Sounds like you showed him a firm hand and I’m sure that’s what he needed most of all.
Best wishes
S
Servitor, you find many wonderful images to caption, but the girl here in the second caption is one of the best; her expression is pure ‘mean girl’ (and it doesn’t hurt that she’s the dead spit of someone I used to work with). I would be privileged to be beneath such cruel beauty
Thank you James. Reminds me that I once could not revisit an otherwise lovely domme because her voice was exactly the same as a lady who was my boss at the time. Not a bad boss, I neither adored nor hated her, so no hang-ups or anything but it was just too weird.
Not a particularly sexy or amusing story, I know, but (unusually for this blog) true.
Sounds like you were luckier in your work colleagues.
Best wishes
S