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.
Don’t worry, she’s not going to hurt you
…without good reason.
Boundaries are important in a D/S relationship. For example, my SO sets rigid boundaries for what I am allowed to do, think or say and in return, she has agreed never to do anything to me that she doesn’t want to.
Sadly, it’s not anything healthy and natural, from Goddess Nature’s good brown mud. It’s something that some thoughtless boorish littering male discarded, without a thought as to the harm it might do to any poor dumb creature that eats it.
He’ll be brokenhearted if she rejects him, as alas the great majority are rejected. Of course, the successful ones have their hearts broken too, albeit more slowly and painfuly.
I expect she’ll get to the bottom of it.
Let us all pray for more of those three, in this terrible world.
That’s the right sort of apology to make when something offensive and sexist – or just plain thoughtless – has been said: quick, heartfelt and complete. Males who aren’t lucky enough to live in female-led relationships just don’t have the practice to be good at apologising – really, really good, I mean.
2 thoughts on “Don’t worry, she’s not going to hurt you”
I like the third one (finsub) very much. Since the one-to-one format is thematically rather exhausted, I think (and I’ve written it again some months ago, regarding a “collective video session” theme that I found very inspired) that if you open to scenarios with more persons (like on this photo), it will be a very good solution. Frankly, and with sincere gratitude for your work all these years!!
It was a lovely spring day and I was coming in from the garden office when I saw two things that made me smile. William, my bf, was sitting at the kitchen island sipping hot coffee and reading a newspaper. To his side was Max, my sissy slave husband, with his nose against the wall and his hands on his head. Max had obviously annoyed darling William and was being punished, I didn’t ask.
I went over to William and held him round his waist. He is so strong and sexy, his tanned skin and his muscles show clearly through his crisp white shirt, washed and ironed by Max. I was wearing a spring tea dress with tiny pink flowers on a blue background, heels and pantyhose, with my blonde hair tied back.
”What has Max done now, honey?”
”He is just being silly. I thought he needed to think about his position in this house, now I am here so often, you know?”
”OK. So did he say or do something silly?”
”He asked if I was staying tonight, and whether I would ask you to let him watch ”Married at First Sight, Australia”, which is on TV quite late. Way past his bedtime.”
”Well that was silly, he should ask me, not you. So, what did you say?”
”No. He may not watch the TV show, he needs to be in bed, and no. I wont ask you on his behalf. Silly, sissy.”
”OK. That seems reasonable, but if he asks you again you say no, but leave the punishment to me. It’s OK I don’t mind you putting his nose against the wall, but he has only one owner, one mistress, honey.”
”Sorry did I cross the line?”
”Max, say sorry to William. Then go and finish the ironing, good boy.”
Max: ”Sorry, sir, thank you for correcting me, sir.”
”OK, Max, good sissy.
So, Zoe, was I wrong.”
”You weren’t wrong, William.
It’s just I don’t want max to get confused, he has one mistress, that is all.
You can punish him lightly but you can’t tell him not to watch TV or anything else.
You should have just said you will talk to me about it.
Understand?”
”Sorry. I understand. Can I have a kiss, please?”
”Of course, mmmmmmmmmmm.”
It’s a fine line. One the one hand, William is a senior to Max, on the other I don’t want him to be told off by me and then ask William to ask me for clemency or to cancel the punishment.
That would confuse, poor Max.
I was lost in Williams sexy kiss, lost in his strong manly alpha arms. He is so sweet. I love him, so much, maybe I will tell him that, tonight.
William goes into the garden to enjoy the sunshine, I check my cellphone and drink lemon and ginger tea.
I love this girly Tea dress, it shows my legs to perfection.
I like the third one (finsub) very much. Since the one-to-one format is thematically rather exhausted, I think (and I’ve written it again some months ago, regarding a “collective video session” theme that I found very inspired) that if you open to scenarios with more persons (like on this photo), it will be a very good solution. Frankly, and with sincere gratitude for your work all these years!!
It was a lovely spring day and I was coming in from the garden office when I saw two things that made me smile. William, my bf, was sitting at the kitchen island sipping hot coffee and reading a newspaper. To his side was Max, my sissy slave husband, with his nose against the wall and his hands on his head. Max had obviously annoyed darling William and was being punished, I didn’t ask.
I went over to William and held him round his waist. He is so strong and sexy, his tanned skin and his muscles show clearly through his crisp white shirt, washed and ironed by Max. I was wearing a spring tea dress with tiny pink flowers on a blue background, heels and pantyhose, with my blonde hair tied back.
”What has Max done now, honey?”
”He is just being silly. I thought he needed to think about his position in this house, now I am here so often, you know?”
”OK. So did he say or do something silly?”
”He asked if I was staying tonight, and whether I would ask you to let him watch ”Married at First Sight, Australia”, which is on TV quite late. Way past his bedtime.”
”Well that was silly, he should ask me, not you. So, what did you say?”
”No. He may not watch the TV show, he needs to be in bed, and no. I wont ask you on his behalf. Silly, sissy.”
”OK. That seems reasonable, but if he asks you again you say no, but leave the punishment to me. It’s OK I don’t mind you putting his nose against the wall, but he has only one owner, one mistress, honey.”
”Sorry did I cross the line?”
”Max, say sorry to William. Then go and finish the ironing, good boy.”
Max: ”Sorry, sir, thank you for correcting me, sir.”
”OK, Max, good sissy.
So, Zoe, was I wrong.”
”You weren’t wrong, William.
It’s just I don’t want max to get confused, he has one mistress, that is all.
You can punish him lightly but you can’t tell him not to watch TV or anything else.
You should have just said you will talk to me about it.
Understand?”
”Sorry. I understand. Can I have a kiss, please?”
”Of course, mmmmmmmmmmm.”
It’s a fine line. One the one hand, William is a senior to Max, on the other I don’t want him to be told off by me and then ask William to ask me for clemency or to cancel the punishment.
That would confuse, poor Max.
I was lost in Williams sexy kiss, lost in his strong manly alpha arms. He is so sweet. I love him, so much, maybe I will tell him that, tonight.
William goes into the garden to enjoy the sunshine, I check my cellphone and drink lemon and ginger tea.
I love this girly Tea dress, it shows my legs to perfection.
Zoe.