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.
Sanity, thy name is woman
Oh dear. I think the discussion about whether you need to be microchipped is finally over.
She wears things that turn you on… dresses, shoes, that kind of thing. So: time to slip into something less comfortable for her.
Actually everything was OK, because it turns out Treasure’s a bit kinky too. Well… maybe kinky’s not quite the right word. It’s more that she had deep-seated issues of rage towards the male sex to work through, but the result is much the same in practice.
She has developed a technique for dealing with panic attacks… usually she just goes off and has a cup of tea.
The lovely Maîtresse Blanche, there, who applies her treatments in a pretty little town near Fontainebleu outside Paris. I have been in that position, presumably in that very chair, and I was coping… OK with it all, until she discovered I was ticklish. But she coped very well with my not coping.
If you’re lucky she might let you have a longer ankle chain. But I wouldn’t bet on it.
