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| She was beside herself with worry, the poor thing. Nothing to worry about now… for her to worry about, I mean. |
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| It might add to it, if anything. But it’s nice when it finishes – or when the weals heal, a week or so later, depending on the severity. |
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| In the event, she realised of course that she didn’t actually want a slave with a bashed in face and a pulped, deformed nose, snuffling around the whole time. So both of them ended up having to leave. Funny how some people just don’t think things through, isn’t it? Still, no real harm done and I guess she learned something. |
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| Oh dear, that wasn’t a very tactful thing to say. She’s not an unkind person, you understand; it’s just never occurred to her not to despise you. |
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| If Kitten can’t have nice things, why should you have nice things? |
For those of you who might have sleepless nights worrying about Kitten not being as happy as she deserves to be, all the time, I am delighted to share the following picture:
Isn’t that lovely? Doesn’t it make the world a better place? You can think of it every time you pay off the monthly installments of the loan – ten years, wasn’t it? Lots of time to think of Kitten’s happy smile. And she decided to keep the black one, too, for when she’s just not in a red car mood.
Now… Kitten has some ideas for other things she’d like to have. Get a notebook: you can make a list.
*** UPDATED***
Kitten saw this and would just like you to know that she has always liked yellow best of all the colours.
Come on now, don’t be mean…
Oh poor me. I’m such a slave to women. Kitty works me to death so she can have nice play things. Another whips me to relieve her stress, no mind about my pain. Can no one have potty on me?
Hank
Pity , not potty. My fingers tremble. Hank.
Don’t whip me so. I’ll be a good boy. I promise. I tremble also.
We women want a relationship with you men, and that may involve some pain for you men. Sorry.
Holly
Yes, she was clearly worried, but never mind, all's well that ends well and she can finish picking flowers and take her time while the poor unfortunates on the whipping rack (there are two hanging there already, but they didn't try to run away so they are just hanging by their arms) can forget their aching muscles by picturing their innocently pretty Mistress who – if she doesn't forget or get distracted – will be there soon to give them, with her whip, the loving attention which they crave.
There’s nothing I can do to a eunuch. However for you boys with testicles, you’re my toys. And, I’m going to have fun.
Sally
First two pictures. She tells me my penis is ugly. As a result she says I need to be whipped. Ouch.
It works either way, Hank, depending on what your kink is.
Possibly one of those revealing Freudian slips?
Best wishes
S
As pleading goes, it's a bit perfunctory Mr A. Might work on a novice domme, but the more experienced ladies are connoisseurs of pleading and might require a little more elaboration.
But thank you for your heartfelt comment, anyway.
Best wishes
S
In the sense of 'sorry not sorry' I suspect, Ms Holly? My SO rarely uses the word but I did once hear her explaining to her lover what a sorry excuse for a man I am, so she does employ it occasionally.
Best wishes
S
That she can, Melissa. She's actually laid out much of the garden (well… directed labouring males to lay out the garden) so that the whipping rack is nicely framed by beds of roses and she is also hoping to trail some climbing plants around the wooden posts too, which will create a lovely setting for screaming men to writhe under the lashes of her whip… as the evening chill sets in, for example.
Gardening's not all hard work. Sometimes it's time just to sit back and relax, drinking in the sight of others frantically working hard to escape their mistress's displeasure.
Best wishes
S
It's good to have a hobby, Ms Sally. I'm sure you're quite the expert.
Best wishes
S
Well, it seems likely to me that your penis is ugly Mr A (nothing personal – but many of them are, although my SO says she enjoys the sight of a penis as long as it is sufficiently scratched raw, compressed and preferably jerking around under the influence of electric shocks). And on the same principle, you almost certainly do need to be whipped. Most males do; they can only benefit.
Best wishes
S
The First Lady, luxuriating in the garden and giving orders, is a sight to behold. Beauty everywhere! And beatings too. Makes me think of submitting to royalty.
The prom one is quite funny. She’s beautiful… I’d hate to be standing there with my mouth agape in my rented tuxedo. But I suppose it could have happened. 🙂
Lovely, happy car pics. I remember Wife just buying a car without telling me. I was so mad, didn’t change anything. Another step along the way
SaraE
Sometimes I feel sorry for you poor guys. But actually so glad that you want to please us.
Holly.
Mr. Servitor.
I hope my wife doesn’t find out about your blog. She already has enough ideas; doesn’t need any more, please for my sake.
Hank
Indeed, SaraE, wise words: there is beauty everywhere. And yet the world is also full of oppression. Fortunately the two can be combined.
Best wishes
S
Thank you Ms Holly. My SO occasionally claims to be sorry for me – but fortunately never so sorry that her natural tenderness overcomes her determination to do the right thing.
Best wishes
S
In my experience, it's best to come clean about these things, Hank. It can lead to some painful conversations, of course, but you and your marriage will be better for it.
Best wishes
S