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.
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| So I’m just supposed to hang around until she’s ready to talk, eh? Tsk. Bloody typical. |
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| Mmm… keys. |
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| You can give upward feedback too. From waaaay down there. |
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| Hmm. Quite a predicament! Hope little wifey doesn’t smell the smoke! You know what she’s like… |
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| She really shouldn’t have to worry about damage to boys’ internal organs. After all, damage to their external organs is so much more fun. |
She’s going to play you for a fool, yes it’s true.
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| I wouldn’t mind. Not that anyone would care whether I did or not. |
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| If you’re still worried that there might be gay sex involved somewhere, they’ve offered to sign a written agreement that under no circumstances will you engage in any sexual activity of any sort, ever. OK? So: that’s all right. |
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| I think it’s good that she still plays with her former boyfriends occasionally. The ones she hasn’t broken, anyway. |
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| You’ve got to learn to pick up on these little signals now you’re married. Guys: the gag means she doesn’t want to hear it, OK? |
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| I like this one a lot… S. |
and believe me, several ladies quite skilled in the art of correction have tried.
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| Truth and consequences. |
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| Best years of your life. |
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| They seem rather indecisive for such otherwise forceful ladies. I hope they make their minds up soon… can’t hang about in here all day. |
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| They don’t have tribunals for gross professional misconduct in dreams – that could be another way to tell the difference, in due course. |
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| Good to see them upholding basic safe play standards. See, many people think pro-dommes are uncaring but it just ain’t so. |
… and we’re back in the room. Probably. This is still the
automated post queue set up before servitor went on holiday. But I’m
sure everything’s fine.
If this turns out to be the last post ever, though, I suppose you’ll know there’s been a plane crash or something.
…and these will be my last words. From beyond the grave. Strange thought. And such nonsense! Oh well.. perhaps that’s only fitting.
But servitor’s summer holiday is nearly over. Soon he’ll back in harness, nose to the grindstone and feet to the fire. And back to work straight after that. Ah well. Bumper extra clear-out of particularly old and pointless captions today and tomorrow, same as usual.
Servitor’s still on holiday, hurrah hurrah. This is an automated sequence of posts, while he enjoys himself in the fresh air. His SO will be back in a few days to let him back inside the house and then the usual abnormal service will be resumed.
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| Hmm. Very appropriate. But servitor’s not cooped up in a cage, dear readers, instead being free to wander freely within a four metre radius of the steel post in his back garden, all summer. |
