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.
Red for danger
Perhaps she put it somewhere special. More special, I mean.
What an embarassing misunderstanding. Still, no harm done.
Precious looks a little worried. She shouldn’t be – the lady in red, there, likes to talk tough but she never really harms her playmates. She’s more into the psychology of dominating them than pain or other physical activities, you see. Oh: and brutally torturing their husbands too, but then that’s also part of the psychological game, you see?
Much fairer that way, in that there’s less chance of your escaping justice.
It’s funny how ther girls who aren’t really into humiliation play can be so good at it. Some of the dates I went on as a teenager can make me cringe with remembered humiliation in a manner that a specialist to whom I’ve paid hundreds of pounds for the session could only dream of…
She’s right, of course. They both are.
2 thoughts on “Red for danger”
I know just what you mean about those teenage dates…..
I still squirm with embarrassment about how difficult I found it to get my first girlfriend’s bra off. In the end, she had to reach behind and help me. I was mortified.
To make it even worse, she dumped me almost immediately afterwards.
She said I had no right to be rooting through her underwear drawer in the first place and that I had stretched her favourite bra.
Oh, I know what you mean, Mr M. Not quite as bad for me, perhaps, but I still cringe with embarassment at the thought of me as a gawky teenager telling my date how much I liked her shoes. I’d read somewhere that girls like it when you notice things and comment on them like that but apparently you can show ‘too much’ appreciation.
And as for underwear drawers… don’t get me started. On the one hand, you’re not supposed to touch, it’s one of her ‘private places’ but if the contents aren’t washed, pressed, folded and put away exactly as they should be…
Males can’t win. But the game wouldn’t be fun if we could, would it?
I know just what you mean about those teenage dates…..
I still squirm with embarrassment about how difficult I found it to get my first girlfriend’s bra off. In the end, she had to reach behind and help me. I was mortified.
To make it even worse, she dumped me almost immediately afterwards.
She said I had no right to be rooting through her underwear drawer in the first place and that I had stretched her favourite bra.
It took me ages to get over it.
Mr M
Oh, I know what you mean, Mr M. Not quite as bad for me, perhaps, but I still cringe with embarassment at the thought of me as a gawky teenager telling my date how much I liked her shoes. I’d read somewhere that girls like it when you notice things and comment on them like that but apparently you can show ‘too much’ appreciation.
And as for underwear drawers… don’t get me started. On the one hand, you’re not supposed to touch, it’s one of her ‘private places’ but if the contents aren’t washed, pressed, folded and put away exactly as they should be…
Males can’t win. But the game wouldn’t be fun if we could, would it?
Best wishes
S