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.
Not now, darling
I don’t see what’s odd about it. My SO loves the sound of me being hard at work: sometimes she’ll set me to a particularly backbreaking, pointless activity, just to help her get off to sleep. It’s much better than taking pills.
Her choices, that is. You already made your choice.
Ah, dommes and their ‘first meeting’ directions. It’s a good thing I have a fetish for being criticised for failing at pointlessly complicated tasks… it’s like a bonus 5 minutes on the session.
That’s good… many types of slave food are actually quite high-calorie. Cockroaches, for instance, especially plump ones that are still fresh and wriggling.
Bets view of the dancing, that is. Your view of the actual ball-busting part of the show might be a bit less clear, through the tears and red mist of agony. But the dance is great: it builds up, you see, starting slow but circling in towards you, high-kicking more and more vigorously as they get closer, before the grand finale.
I’m sure his boss knows what she’s doing.
15 thoughts on “Not now, darling”
A man doubting a woman’s word.
I don’t see that doing much for his promotion prospects. Or his parenting ones.
He just enforces the law, Mr M, he doesn’t make it. Which seems entirely right and proper.
As for ‘the sisterhood’ those rumours about the meetings of the Whippingham Club are just that – rumours. It is a charitable foundation devoted to giving reforming young male offenders, that’s all. The three lads who came forward with absurd and scurrilous accusations all withdrew their complaints after police interviews attended by the Chief Constable herself. And two of them have since become domestic staff at the Club’s headquarters, while the other has disappeared.
It’s always the way, when women get together to help each other out. These baseless accusations of sadistic ladies pleasuring one another while watching young men being brutally thrashed are just the modern equivalent of witch trials, if you ask me.
Now this is just the sort of suspicion and paranoia that poisons today’s discourse on the Internet, Mr M.
The Freemaisonettes have established chapters in over 40 countries worldwide. Naturally, they maintain a high level of secrecy, given the sorts of suspicion of sisters ‘doing it for themselves’ that you so blatantly display, but they too are a social and charitable institution. As it happens, my SO is a member in good standing. I accidentally overheard a meeting she hosted at our house, while I was waiting to bring in the sandwiches and they were discussing “cutting edge research into rape prevention”. I think that was it – not easy to hear and obviously I was not trying to do so! Anyway, I think we can all agree that’s a good, charitable cause, can we not?
As for the Apollo landings, why not? They could send monkeys and dogs into orbit; it was a natural next step to send three males to the Moon.
I think you need to do less ‘research’ on the Internet and engage in more wholesome, real-world pursuits, like the sadomasochism this blog celebrates, Mr Nonny Mouse (if that’s your real name, which I am beginning to doubt – see how infectious this mindless cynicism can be?).
“Not now darling”. It’s Deny December, don’t you know.
Make it more bearable. Laugh at your situation, I know she is 🤣
Take enjoyment in the Holiday joy you are bringing her.
It’s usually “Christmas comes but once a year”, I think Maria.
Obviously, our better halves long since got sick of that joke, but every year there’s at least one bull who thinks he’s thought of it for the very first time, and so of course we all have to laugh. Still, if we didn’t laugh at one another’s bad jokes, it wouldn’t really be Christmas, would it? Better than having some grumpy argument over nothing and ending up dangling by my testicles up against the holly, after all.
It is very important in a Female Led Marriage for the wife to regularly show how much she loves her husband by disciplining him with a short handled whip or rattan cane.
Very important!
If a wife neglects this aspect of her marriage then it can lead to all sorts of bad outcomes, such as disobedience, disrespect, back chat, him voicing unauthorised opinions, ‘men’s lib’ nonsense and, of course laziness, idleness and general naughtiness.
At Christmas there are special pressures on a family such as ours, with family and friends visiting.
Sometimes I have to trust that Max, my sissy slave husband, will behave properly. I don’t have time to supervise everything he does, so I administer a disciplinary session, to remind him what I expect.
He has a list of twenty things he must remember.
We go downstairs into the punishment room and Max lays naked on the table, strapped down and helpless.
THWACK. ”One, thank you goddess. I must remember to be respectful to all our guests.”
THWACK! ”Ouch, oooohh! Two, thank you goddess. I must be quick to answer the bell.”
THWACK!!! ”AArggh!!! Three, thank you goddess. I must be cheerful with lots of smiles all the time.”
THWACK!!!!! ”mmmmmm!! Four, thank you goddess. I must happily worship and lick any feet or bottoms that I am told to.”
THWACK ”Ouch!! Five, thank you goddess. I must tidy up every day so that wrapping paper and string are not making the house look a mess.”
”Keep your head up, Max, no slouching. Good sissy.”
6 – 12…thwacks continued.
THWACK!! ”Mmmmmm!! Thirteen, thank you goddess. I must be obedient and submissive at all times.”
14 – 18….thwacks continue.
THWACK…”AAAAArgh!! Nineteen, ooohh!! Thank you goddess. I must not speak my opinion or look directly at any of my superiors.”
THWACK!!!!!!!!! ”Twenty, goddess. Thank you, goddess. I must shower daily and smell good. My make up must be perfect, my pantyhose is clean and straight.”
”Good boy, I am going upstairs for a shower, I will be back in a while to release you, honey.”
”Thank you, goddess. mmmmmm!!! ouch!!!! oh dear, that frigging hurt, my bottom is raw red.”
A sissy slave husband only exists to serve his goddess wife. She uses her whip to establish her utter dominance. He loves her and shows his affection to her. Thoughtfulness is his guiding word. He worships her body when and how she wishes. . He is always focused on her emotions and moods. He is her helper in whatever she wishes. Since she owns him, he knows she is free to do whatever she wants to him. Being totally submissive to her is his life. He awaits her commands. She is his life.
I stood nervously outside the Oval Office in the White House. This is the first Christmas of my wife’s first term as President of the United States (POTUS). I was dressed in a knee length black skirt suit with a silk white blouse, nude pantyhose and heels. I had a pearl necklace round my neck.
Why was I nervous? Well. Katherine Sutton. the POTUS, is very busy and I am worried that she will be too busy to see me, the
First Sissy. As a sissy man, I wear beautiful women’s clothes, the public are used to me in pretty dresses and full make up. I am very popular and am often on daytime shows and some discussion programmes. I am the fluffy, human side of my darling Katherine. I show she is human, with a loving family.
The door opens and Katherine comes out looking beautiful and business-like. I adore her. We kiss on the cheek and she puts her index finger to her mouth to stop me speaking. It could be that we are surrounded by Admin girls, Security men and some News reporters. I smile s we walk towards the private quarters of the White House.
When we are alone she smiles and pulls me to her and we kiss long and passionately.
”I’ve missed you today, Maisie, it is your birthday after all.”
”Aww, thank you Katie, I am happy to fit in, I know you are so busy. We will have a nice steak dinner tonight, so that is special.”
I’m sure it would be, Ms Zoe. And of course the First Sissy must set an example to other males in the country, by every reverent thought, respectful word and obedient deed. Unlike first ladies and gentlemen they – obviously – do not have a staff to help them, so it can be quite hard but I’m sure the proper motivation can always be found.
Here in the UK, we don’t have a ‘first sissy’ as such but there is of course Fido, the Downing St puppy-slave who occasionally rather charmingly scampers up to lick the heels of a journalist when she’s doing a live report to camera.
I am always a little bit unsure that I m good enough for my powerful wife. But when she’s so glad to see me and draws me close to her in private to passionately kiss, I know that she desires me. Life is good.
A man doubting a woman’s word.
I don’t see that doing much for his promotion prospects. Or his parenting ones.
I hope he’s not allergic to duct tape.
Never cross the sisterhood.
Mr M
He just enforces the law, Mr M, he doesn’t make it. Which seems entirely right and proper.
As for ‘the sisterhood’ those rumours about the meetings of the Whippingham Club are just that – rumours. It is a charitable foundation devoted to giving reforming young male offenders, that’s all. The three lads who came forward with absurd and scurrilous accusations all withdrew their complaints after police interviews attended by the Chief Constable herself. And two of them have since become domestic staff at the Club’s headquarters, while the other has disappeared.
It’s always the way, when women get together to help each other out. These baseless accusations of sadistic ladies pleasuring one another while watching young men being brutally thrashed are just the modern equivalent of witch trials, if you ask me.
Best wishes
S
And the Freemaisonettes?
Just an inexpensive “small apartment that is usually part of a larger building with two levels and that has its own entrance” I assume?
I suppose you think the Apollo landings were real too.
Do your research, is all I can suggest. It’s all there to be seen, including the lizards in turquoise track suits, for those with eyes to see.
Mr M
Now this is just the sort of suspicion and paranoia that poisons today’s discourse on the Internet, Mr M.
The Freemaisonettes have established chapters in over 40 countries worldwide. Naturally, they maintain a high level of secrecy, given the sorts of suspicion of sisters ‘doing it for themselves’ that you so blatantly display, but they too are a social and charitable institution. As it happens, my SO is a member in good standing. I accidentally overheard a meeting she hosted at our house, while I was waiting to bring in the sandwiches and they were discussing “cutting edge research into rape prevention”. I think that was it – not easy to hear and obviously I was not trying to do so! Anyway, I think we can all agree that’s a good, charitable cause, can we not?
As for the Apollo landings, why not? They could send monkeys and dogs into orbit; it was a natural next step to send three males to the Moon.
I think you need to do less ‘research’ on the Internet and engage in more wholesome, real-world pursuits, like the sadomasochism this blog celebrates, Mr Nonny Mouse (if that’s your real name, which I am beginning to doubt – see how infectious this mindless cynicism can be?).
Best wishes
S
“Not now darling”. It’s Deny December, don’t you know.
Make it more bearable. Laugh at your situation, I know she is 🤣
Take enjoyment in the Holiday joy you are bringing her.
I thought anglophone people used to do the joke with ” Christmas came , but you don’t” , or something like that
It’s usually “Christmas comes but once a year”, I think Maria.
Obviously, our better halves long since got sick of that joke, but every year there’s at least one bull who thinks he’s thought of it for the very first time, and so of course we all have to laugh. Still, if we didn’t laugh at one another’s bad jokes, it wouldn’t really be Christmas, would it? Better than having some grumpy argument over nothing and ending up dangling by my testicles up against the holly, after all.
Best wishes
S
Oh, so it is. Alas, it doesn’t get any better. ‘Locked and chaste December then…. Bloody January again!”
Best wishes
S
It is very important in a Female Led Marriage for the wife to regularly show how much she loves her husband by disciplining him with a short handled whip or rattan cane.
Very important!
If a wife neglects this aspect of her marriage then it can lead to all sorts of bad outcomes, such as disobedience, disrespect, back chat, him voicing unauthorised opinions, ‘men’s lib’ nonsense and, of course laziness, idleness and general naughtiness.
At Christmas there are special pressures on a family such as ours, with family and friends visiting.
Sometimes I have to trust that Max, my sissy slave husband, will behave properly. I don’t have time to supervise everything he does, so I administer a disciplinary session, to remind him what I expect.
He has a list of twenty things he must remember.
We go downstairs into the punishment room and Max lays naked on the table, strapped down and helpless.
THWACK. ”One, thank you goddess. I must remember to be respectful to all our guests.”
THWACK! ”Ouch, oooohh! Two, thank you goddess. I must be quick to answer the bell.”
THWACK!!! ”AArggh!!! Three, thank you goddess. I must be cheerful with lots of smiles all the time.”
THWACK!!!!! ”mmmmmm!! Four, thank you goddess. I must happily worship and lick any feet or bottoms that I am told to.”
THWACK ”Ouch!! Five, thank you goddess. I must tidy up every day so that wrapping paper and string are not making the house look a mess.”
”Keep your head up, Max, no slouching. Good sissy.”
6 – 12…thwacks continued.
THWACK!! ”Mmmmmm!! Thirteen, thank you goddess. I must be obedient and submissive at all times.”
14 – 18….thwacks continue.
THWACK…”AAAAArgh!! Nineteen, ooohh!! Thank you goddess. I must not speak my opinion or look directly at any of my superiors.”
THWACK!!!!!!!!! ”Twenty, goddess. Thank you, goddess. I must shower daily and smell good. My make up must be perfect, my pantyhose is clean and straight.”
”Good boy, I am going upstairs for a shower, I will be back in a while to release you, honey.”
”Thank you, goddess. mmmmmm!!! ouch!!!! oh dear, that frigging hurt, my bottom is raw red.”
Happy Christmas.
Zoe
Sounds like you have a lot of love to give, Ms Zoe. And it’s so much better to give than to receive, as this season reminds us every year.
Best wishes
S
A sissy slave husband only exists to serve his goddess wife. She uses her whip to establish her utter dominance. He loves her and shows his affection to her. Thoughtfulness is his guiding word. He worships her body when and how she wishes. . He is always focused on her emotions and moods. He is her helper in whatever she wishes. Since she owns him, he knows she is free to do whatever she wants to him. Being totally submissive to her is his life. He awaits her commands. She is his life.
Sounds so simple, Alberto, but why do so many of us struggle to get it right?
Best wishes
S
First Sissy
I stood nervously outside the Oval Office in the White House. This is the first Christmas of my wife’s first term as President of the United States (POTUS). I was dressed in a knee length black skirt suit with a silk white blouse, nude pantyhose and heels. I had a pearl necklace round my neck.
Why was I nervous? Well. Katherine Sutton. the POTUS, is very busy and I am worried that she will be too busy to see me, the
First Sissy. As a sissy man, I wear beautiful women’s clothes, the public are used to me in pretty dresses and full make up. I am very popular and am often on daytime shows and some discussion programmes. I am the fluffy, human side of my darling Katherine. I show she is human, with a loving family.
The door opens and Katherine comes out looking beautiful and business-like. I adore her. We kiss on the cheek and she puts her index finger to her mouth to stop me speaking. It could be that we are surrounded by Admin girls, Security men and some News reporters. I smile s we walk towards the private quarters of the White House.
When we are alone she smiles and pulls me to her and we kiss long and passionately.
”I’ve missed you today, Maisie, it is your birthday after all.”
”Aww, thank you Katie, I am happy to fit in, I know you are so busy. We will have a nice steak dinner tonight, so that is special.”
Life as First Sissy is fun.
Zoe
I’m sure it would be, Ms Zoe. And of course the First Sissy must set an example to other males in the country, by every reverent thought, respectful word and obedient deed. Unlike first ladies and gentlemen they – obviously – do not have a staff to help them, so it can be quite hard but I’m sure the proper motivation can always be found.
Here in the UK, we don’t have a ‘first sissy’ as such but there is of course Fido, the Downing St puppy-slave who occasionally rather charmingly scampers up to lick the heels of a journalist when she’s doing a live report to camera.
Best wishes
S
I am always a little bit unsure that I m good enough for my powerful wife. But when she’s so glad to see me and draws me close to her in private to passionately kiss, I know that she desires me. Life is good.