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.
With every intention of surrendering to fifty-foot women
I hear that horrible spanking music again. My woman plays it before a beating. Then she beats me in time to the music. I’m white as a sheet every time I hear it. Sometimes she hums it when we’re out. I know I’m doomed then ! Hank
Are we surrendering to real women or to aliens who are pretending to be women? The alien women have diabolical intentions for us, but what man can resist. Dangerous ! Frank.
I know how desirable I am. I see you undressing me with your eyes. If I give you filthy men the slightest hope, you’ll be on your knees begging and pleading. You’ll do whatever I say. BJ
That sounds like an excellent system, Hank. Doesn't your lady get tired of it, though, hearing the same music over and over again, sometimes several times a day? I know mine wouldn't have the patience – but then, she's like that.
They do. But most human females don't actually have poison-tipped pincers or sharp fangs in their vaginas, unlike certain shape-shifting alien species I could mention! But they're only following their natural instincts, bless them. It's nature's way.
I don't doubt that, Ms BJ. Dressed or undressed (and for me a long black governess dress is sexier even than a naked body) we are but, erm… squidgy soft squeaky toys in the grip of your compelling allure. Or some such – that sentence might have got away from me, but you know what I mean. Only too well, no doubt.
Come to me you dirty frustrated males and let’s begin some serious punishment.
Sally
I hear that horrible spanking music again. My woman plays it before a beating. Then she beats me in time to the music. I’m white as a sheet every time I hear it. Sometimes she hums it when we’re out. I know I’m doomed then !
Hank
Oh come on Mr Servitor. I think you’re cute with all of your fantasy.
Holly
And so men desire mating so badly that some women drain the life out of them.
Are we surrendering to real women or to aliens who are pretending to be women? The alien women have diabolical intentions for us, but what man can resist. Dangerous !
Frank.
Great blog, I just found it!
I know how desirable I am. I see you undressing me with your eyes. If I give you filthy men the slightest hope, you’ll be on your knees begging and pleading. You’ll do whatever I say.
BJ
"Give me your lazy, your rich, your huddled masses yearning to be enslaved, the wretched refuse of the patriarchal society…"
Thank you Sally. Build it – or don't, even – and I am sure they will come.
Best wishes
S
That sounds like an excellent system, Hank. Doesn't your lady get tired of it, though, hearing the same music over and over again, sometimes several times a day? I know mine wouldn't have the patience – but then, she's like that.
Best wishes
S
Good to hear, Ms Holly, thank you. I'll be sure to mention that endorsement the next time my fantasy tyrants come calling.
Best wishes
S
They do. But most human females don't actually have poison-tipped pincers or sharp fangs in their vaginas, unlike certain shape-shifting alien species I could mention! But they're only following their natural instincts, bless them. It's nature's way.
Best wishes
S
Some human women have diabolical intentions too, Hank. Which ones, you ask? Ah… who can say? It's all part of the sweet mystery of life.
Best wishes
S
Very glad to hear it, thank you!
Now you've twelve years background reading to do. There may be a test.
Best wishes
S
I don't doubt that, Ms BJ. Dressed or undressed (and for me a long black governess dress is sexier even than a naked body) we are but, erm… squidgy soft squeaky toys in the grip of your compelling allure. Or some such – that sentence might have got away from me, but you know what I mean. Only too well, no doubt.
Best wishes
S