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.
Control the beast
You should care about her a lot more than she cares about you. But you probably do anyway, even without realising it.
It’s only about 40 minutes walk, in those high heels. And at her very reasonable tribute rates, that’s only a little more expensive than taking… oh, a helicopter, I suppose?
Don’t worry, they’ve all given their consent: in fact, they renew that consent in a lovely little ceremony every morning, just after the 5am work detail finishes.
Oooh – that’ll be your first discussion as a married couple! I wonder if it will feel different?
In the event, Treasure decided to keep the jar. It’s not that she wants to look at the disgusting thing, but she said she likes to know it’s there, you know? And I suppose it has sentimental value for you, too, so maybe she was thinking of that as well.
I hope the boys appreciate how pretty it is, this time, rather than just ripping it off.
7 thoughts on “Control the beast”
She said you men should be absolutely ashamed for wanting sex !!
1st caption: I’ve gotten used to kneeling in silence in public for my mistress, and I get it. It lets the other broads know to keep their hands off me because I belong to her. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers without her consent either. Those are two reasons at least. The alternative is her giving me an atomic wedgie, which will he far more humiliating.
4th caption: B..But, can’t you just beat my ass raw over your knee like you used to do in college? I thought the whip was reserved to correct more egregious behavior? All I did was stutter a little at “I do”. P..please, I beg you.
It won’t be me, I am a nonny mouse. As much as is feasible in the 21st century anyway. I am not on Xitter (Pinyin pronunciation) or any other social media.
I realised many, many years ago (I was at the beepy beginning of the internet and bulletin boards) that if you are not paying for the product then you are the product.
I’m servile, not a service to the industrial interweb.
She said you men should be absolutely ashamed for wanting sex !!
And she was right, then as so often before.
Best wishes
S
1st caption: I’ve gotten used to kneeling in silence in public for my mistress, and I get it. It lets the other broads know to keep their hands off me because I belong to her. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers without her consent either. Those are two reasons at least. The alternative is her giving me an atomic wedgie, which will he far more humiliating.
4th caption: B..But, can’t you just beat my ass raw over your knee like you used to do in college? I thought the whip was reserved to correct more egregious behavior? All I did was stutter a little at “I do”. P..please, I beg you.
“So who do you have to fuck to get a drink in this bar?
The service is simply appalling.
Oh, I forgot….. you are the landlord, aren’t you?
You may speak”.
Mr M
Sounds like happy hour.
Best wishes
S
PS – this you, Mr M? https://x.com/SardaxS/status/1859197416169222488
Hi Servitor,
It won’t be me, I am a nonny mouse. As much as is feasible in the 21st century anyway. I am not on Xitter (Pinyin pronunciation) or any other social media.
I realised many, many years ago (I was at the beepy beginning of the internet and bulletin boards) that if you are not paying for the product then you are the product.
I’m servile, not a service to the industrial interweb.
Regards,
Nonny
You should really know better than to call Miss Lucy ‘Treasure’.