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.
Dominant narratives
Try to keep the explanation brief when you do get the chance; she’s going to want to get on.
Thank goodness someone with common sense has stepped in to take charge.
This wonderful lady is Miss Tamara Kenworthy, also known as Samantha Alexandra (but not in any pictures you and I are allowed to look at).
It’s a good thing Kitty’s there for her, because she’s going to need comforting as she tries to adjust to a life without a male partner. Kitty’s good at that.
Ah, that’ll be why she’s not letting you masturbate, then. Feel free to ask if you want a half-way quickie wank: I’m sure she’ll give it careful consideration.
They do say there are no ponts for coming second, but then girls often dislike it when you come first too, so you can’t win. Not that it’s a competition – as my first date pointed out when I challenged her to race me to orgasm (I would have won, if she hadn’t cheated by kicking me so hard in the balls).
…screamed the horde of naked, unarmed slave-warriors, as they threw themselves into hopeless sacrifical battle in service of their queen-goddess. “Anya!” each gasped in agony as he sucumbed to the weapons of the enemy, falling amongst the dead who lay strewn across the battlefield like so many dead leaves. Yet as the day of slaughter wore on, the superior numbers and fanatical energy of the slave-warrier army began to tell and as night began to fall a triumphant cray of “ANYA!” arose from the depleted, exhausted but ecstatic throng as the last of their enemies was clawed down. And so the horde advanced upon the defenceless city, banners of their queen-goddess held high and holy fury in their hearts.
Erm… anyway, Anya, yes. Try clicking ‘surprised by Joy’ in the wordlist and you will be pleasantly… well, unsurprised, I suppose.
It was lunch time and I was walking into the school canteen with two of my friends. A boy, Pete, was carrying our three bags plus our three gym kits.
We got our lunch, paid for by Pete, and carried the trays to our usual table by the window, overlooking the school meadow. Sitting at the table were two male teachers.
”Excuse me, this is our table. Go find a teacher’s table. You two can’t eat here. Like it isn’t even possible.”
”But, we were here first, Zoe. There are plenty of other nice tables.”
Isobel: ”Are you literally arguing, sir?”
Amanda: ”You heard Zoe, sir. This is our table. Do you want us to speak to your Name Responsible Female, like?”
”Go and sit over there, girls, we are sat here.”
Olivia, the NRF for both the young male teachers appeared. She is very pretty and looked really cross.
Olivia: ”Mr Spencer, Mr Mank, follow me!”
Olivia took the two teachers into a private room and told them off very severely for daring to answer a female student back.
We sat down and ate our lunch.
”Thanks, Pete, sweetie. You can leave our bags and go and get your lunch. We will tell you when we need you to take our stuff to our next class. OK?”
Pete: ”Can I come back and sit with you, please?”
Isobel: ”No, go away. Don’t bother us.”
Amanda: ” No, of course not,”
Zoe: ”We will let you know when we need you, honey.”
The two errant male teacher came over with Olivia.
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Olivia: ”Girls, Mr Mank and Mr Spencer have something to say.”
Mr Mank: ”I am very sorry Miss Zoe, Miss Amanda and Miss Isobel. We were wrong and apologise for sitting at your table. Please forgive me.”
Mr Spencer: ”Sorry grls, it wont happen again.”
Olivia: ”Don’t forget to kiss the floor before them. Good boys.”
I think male teachers need reminding, from time to time, their proper place in the great scheme of things.
Perhaps Mr Mank & Mr Spencer are in the wrong profession and should go into retailing. The trouble is, I don’t think they’d be very effective at dealing with young female shoplifters.
You’re right, of course, with apologies for my typo. Manks and Spunker are a great British brand, there cannot be a household in the country that doesn’t have one of their essential latex miniskirts or a pair of their classic thigh-high boots. It was only after they expanded into food sales that, after an extensive market research campaign, they decided to tweak the name Manks & Spunker to something else, as for some reason focus groups expressed unease about buying ‘Spunker’s Low-Fat Hummus’.
They hunt in packs. A lone, nervous male student teacher entering the class must feel like an antelope, cautiously venturing down to the water-hole, watched with keen, amused interest by many pairs of predatory eyes.
Yes, they do hunt in packs but they always need one of them who sacrifices herself and approaches the teacher with her long blonde hair and long lashed teary eyes and saying ” Please sir, can you show me” or Please sir, I don’t understand . . . ” and as soon as the teacher says “Oh Phoebe, I am sure I can help” she undoes another button on her blouse – at which point the rest of the pack also find an excuse to enter the room. The there are two ensuing scenarios, depending on whether the girls judge the teacher as “fit” or “wimpy”. Anyway, the teacher doesn’t get any say in the matter.
When I honestly reflect, I think it is my length that got me into all of this in the first place.
Mistress often since our marriage has used the adage “ try before you buy”. There is buyer’s remorse there still.
Not that I would say so anywhere but in an anonymous response, but actually she who must be obeyed is responsible for that situation. She decided we wouldn’t have sex before marriage, she wanted it to be special for me. She had had several relationships and knew how important that was.
To be fair, our wedding night was really, really special for me. Probably the best 5 or so seconds of my life. I remember it so fondly.
I know, with certainty, that night was when my wife decided we wouldn’t have sex after marriage either.
I also know that it was initially inconvenient for her to find her sexual satisfaction elsewhere again, because she told me often, and I have always felt guilty about that. Eventually though it all worked out and it is years now since I have even needed chastity.
Anya!
…screamed the horde of naked, unarmed slave-warriors, as they threw themselves into hopeless sacrifical battle in service of their queen-goddess. “Anya!” each gasped in agony as he sucumbed to the weapons of the enemy, falling amongst the dead who lay strewn across the battlefield like so many dead leaves. Yet as the day of slaughter wore on, the superior numbers and fanatical energy of the slave-warrier army began to tell and as night began to fall a triumphant cray of “ANYA!” arose from the depleted, exhausted but ecstatic throng as the last of their enemies was clawed down. And so the horde advanced upon the defenceless city, banners of their queen-goddess held high and holy fury in their hearts.
Erm… anyway, Anya, yes. Try clicking ‘surprised by Joy’ in the wordlist and you will be pleasantly… well, unsurprised, I suppose.
Best wishes
S
It was lunch time and I was walking into the school canteen with two of my friends. A boy, Pete, was carrying our three bags plus our three gym kits.
We got our lunch, paid for by Pete, and carried the trays to our usual table by the window, overlooking the school meadow. Sitting at the table were two male teachers.
”Excuse me, this is our table. Go find a teacher’s table. You two can’t eat here. Like it isn’t even possible.”
”But, we were here first, Zoe. There are plenty of other nice tables.”
Isobel: ”Are you literally arguing, sir?”
Amanda: ”You heard Zoe, sir. This is our table. Do you want us to speak to your Name Responsible Female, like?”
”Go and sit over there, girls, we are sat here.”
Olivia, the NRF for both the young male teachers appeared. She is very pretty and looked really cross.
Olivia: ”Mr Spencer, Mr Mank, follow me!”
Olivia took the two teachers into a private room and told them off very severely for daring to answer a female student back.
We sat down and ate our lunch.
”Thanks, Pete, sweetie. You can leave our bags and go and get your lunch. We will tell you when we need you to take our stuff to our next class. OK?”
Pete: ”Can I come back and sit with you, please?”
Isobel: ”No, go away. Don’t bother us.”
Amanda: ” No, of course not,”
Zoe: ”We will let you know when we need you, honey.”
The two errant male teacher came over with Olivia.
i
Olivia: ”Girls, Mr Mank and Mr Spencer have something to say.”
Mr Mank: ”I am very sorry Miss Zoe, Miss Amanda and Miss Isobel. We were wrong and apologise for sitting at your table. Please forgive me.”
Mr Spencer: ”Sorry grls, it wont happen again.”
Olivia: ”Don’t forget to kiss the floor before them. Good boys.”
I think male teachers need reminding, from time to time, their proper place in the great scheme of things.
Zoe
Perhaps Mr Mank & Mr Spencer are in the wrong profession and should go into retailing. The trouble is, I don’t think they’d be very effective at dealing with young female shoplifters.
Best wishes
S
I think you are thinking of Mr Spunker, Servitor.
You’re right, of course, with apologies for my typo. Manks and Spunker are a great British brand, there cannot be a household in the country that doesn’t have one of their essential latex miniskirts or a pair of their classic thigh-high boots. It was only after they expanded into food sales that, after an extensive market research campaign, they decided to tweak the name Manks & Spunker to something else, as for some reason focus groups expressed unease about buying ‘Spunker’s Low-Fat Hummus’.
Best wishes
S
There is nothing more threatening than a gang of giggling schoolgirls who know they have the upper hand.
They hunt in packs. A lone, nervous male student teacher entering the class must feel like an antelope, cautiously venturing down to the water-hole, watched with keen, amused interest by many pairs of predatory eyes.
Best wishes
S
Yes, they do hunt in packs but they always need one of them who sacrifices herself and approaches the teacher with her long blonde hair and long lashed teary eyes and saying ” Please sir, can you show me” or Please sir, I don’t understand . . . ” and as soon as the teacher says “Oh Phoebe, I am sure I can help” she undoes another button on her blouse – at which point the rest of the pack also find an excuse to enter the room. The there are two ensuing scenarios, depending on whether the girls judge the teacher as “fit” or “wimpy”. Anyway, the teacher doesn’t get any say in the matter.
Or failing that there is always mob violence, Melissa.
Good to see you back here.
Best wishes
S
“Thoroughly and at length”.
When I honestly reflect, I think it is my length that got me into all of this in the first place.
Mistress often since our marriage has used the adage “ try before you buy”. There is buyer’s remorse there still.
Not that I would say so anywhere but in an anonymous response, but actually she who must be obeyed is responsible for that situation. She decided we wouldn’t have sex before marriage, she wanted it to be special for me. She had had several relationships and knew how important that was.
To be fair, our wedding night was really, really special for me. Probably the best 5 or so seconds of my life. I remember it so fondly.
I know, with certainty, that night was when my wife decided we wouldn’t have sex after marriage either.
I also know that it was initially inconvenient for her to find her sexual satisfaction elsewhere again, because she told me often, and I have always felt guilty about that. Eventually though it all worked out and it is years now since I have even needed chastity.
“Such a good girl”.
Nonny Mouse