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.
Violence and philogyny
She doesn’t want to hurt you any more than she has to.
This lady, in contrast, almost certainly does want to hurt you a lot more than she has to and she probably will. Just go with it.
Curiously enough, her own mother went on to marry Nigel. Quite the blended brutal and abusive relationship, there.
Alison might hire himbos but they work very hard, particularly around performance evaluation time, as she employs some very effective management techniques.
An open relationship on both sides, of course. She sleeps with anyone she chooses and you sleep with anyone she chooses, too.
Say what you like about findommes (unless you’re in a relationship with one, in which case you can keep it respectful or shut the fuck up), they don’t try to sell you overpriced extended warranties.
4 thoughts on “Violence and philogyny”
Instead of waiting for her to say: “pants down and over my lap”, I find the beatings less severe when I voluntarily come to her and humbly asked to be spanked and say: “Please spank me because I haven’t been good enough “.
I suppose it must be the way they connect those ethereal beings among us, women, to the realm of coarse earth and mud on which we creeping, crawling things spend our existence, Mr M. Unless it’s something else, I suppose.
Don’t worry about shoe-shops, though. Shoe saleswomen get special training on how to spot and deal with people like you, so you’ll be well looked-after.
Instead of waiting for her to say: “pants down and over my lap”, I find the beatings less severe when I voluntarily come to her and humbly asked to be spanked and say: “Please spank me because I haven’t been good enough “.
But should ‘less severe beatings’ be the goal here, Alberto? What about her needs?
Best wishes
S
I would simply disgrace myself if I was required to kiss that beautiful shoe.
What is it about women’s footwear? Just so alluring. They don’t even necessarily have to have feet in them to be completely arousing to me.
I can be a nightmare in a shoe shop.
Mr M
I suppose it must be the way they connect those ethereal beings among us, women, to the realm of coarse earth and mud on which we creeping, crawling things spend our existence, Mr M. Unless it’s something else, I suppose.
Don’t worry about shoe-shops, though. Shoe saleswomen get special training on how to spot and deal with people like you, so you’ll be well looked-after.
Best wishes
S