Whatever…
Number 42 in the series, apparently! How many roads must a man walk down before he reaches a turning point, eh? OK, one, I suppose, as if he was on a second road he would presumably already have passed a turning point. OK, so not a good analogy, but you see what I’m trying to say here, right? Erm… anyway, I’ll just get on with the not-quite-femdom captions, now.
Perhaps you should rub them on my face, it may be more sensitive than your soles?
Mr M
Yes, you can’t be too careful about these things. Also, it’s just possible that any spiky plant she stepped on might even have been poisonous, in which case it would be a good idea to have someone take her socks off and suck out any such poison from her lovely toes. Keep the socks somewhere safe, though, in case you need to examine them carefully later.
Best wishes
S
“I hope you won’t give me any problem at this party, darling. Otherwise I might have to hit you with my whip, won’t I?”
Funny you should mention that, Tom. I have been working on a new themed set of captions I’m calling ‘code-talking’, in a public vanilla setting like a dinner party, in which the wife laughingly promises her husband they’ll ‘discuss’ it at home, or reminds him that his ‘auntie’ is coming tomorrow.
But indeed, the lady in the dominatrix outfit above has no need for such subterfuge and is almost in the opposite position.
Best wishes
S