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.
Embracing inferiority
It’s such a relief to stop pretending.
Between the chores, privileges and of course those ‘little kindnesses’ she so likes you to show her, the day can get quite busy.
Whe nshe got there, she realised that of course they weren‘t there – she’d put them in the cellar. She was dreadfully embarrassed, poor thing.
Oh, I hope she’s not going to chat for long. I get so socially awkward in these situations.
Thank goodness. If there’s one thing every men’s group needs, it’s a woman’s guidance. Otherwise the conversation can go in all sorts of unproductive directions. Men can achieve so much when they are all working to a common purpose – imposed by a woman, obviously. Just see how much a chain gang can get done, for instance, given the proper motivation not to slack off.
At least four of them played suspiciously badly… almost as if they wanted to be, to be… no, that’s ridiculous.
Sonme of us want that even less than others. But we’re not the decisive half of ‘us’.
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Please do tell me more about Mila!
To a true pervert like me – in the literal sense of my arousal triggers having been diverted from most people’s such that I am excited by things “normal” people wouldn’t be – that last photograph is absolute catnip. The vast majority of men on this planet would find nothing remotely stimulating about it, but to me this very ordinarily-attired young woman’s expression of disdain and self-confident hauteur is an aphrodisiac like no other.
This time, unlike my jocular request for some of the previous photographic subjects’ contact details, it is imperative that I know more about Mila precisely so that I can AVOID any possibility of encountering her. Were I to meet her face-to-face, the consequences would undoubtedly be catastrophic for me.
All she would need to do is fix me with this look, and I would be powerless to resist any command she might choose to give me – losing absolutely everything: my wallet, my car, my savings, my home, the shirt from my back, my entire life.
A delicious fantasy, perhaps? Surely a fate I might actually crave? But no: penniless and destitute, I would no longer have the means to possess an internet-enabled device that would allow me to access your website, and that would be an unendurable hardship 🙂
Please do tell me more about Mila!
To a true pervert like me – in the literal sense of my arousal triggers having been diverted from most people’s such that I am excited by things “normal” people wouldn’t be – that last photograph is absolute catnip. The vast majority of men on this planet would find nothing remotely stimulating about it, but to me this very ordinarily-attired young woman’s expression of disdain and self-confident hauteur is an aphrodisiac like no other.
This time, unlike my jocular request for some of the previous photographic subjects’ contact details, it is imperative that I know more about Mila precisely so that I can AVOID any possibility of encountering her. Were I to meet her face-to-face, the consequences would undoubtedly be catastrophic for me.
All she would need to do is fix me with this look, and I would be powerless to resist any command she might choose to give me – losing absolutely everything: my wallet, my car, my savings, my home, the shirt from my back, my entire life.
A delicious fantasy, perhaps? Surely a fate I might actually crave? But no: penniless and destitute, I would no longer have the means to possess an internet-enabled device that would allow me to access your website, and that would be an unendurable hardship 🙂
Best
tom