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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| I think she should allow them more food, don’t you? |
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| Math is hard. So’s she. |
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| She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway. |
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| Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm. |
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| She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em. |
…it’s her favourite sort.
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| It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned! |
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| I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that. |
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| And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that. |
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| Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her. |
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| Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules…. |
Listen – Miranda called today. You remember she started teaching at that new
school? That’s right. Sex education for a class of seventeen
year-old girls. I mean, can you imagine!
You’re not busy on Tuesday, are you? I told her it would probably be OK, but I
thought I’d better just check first.
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| Don’t worry – it won’t be like this. You’ll get a much bigger audience, I’m sure. |
As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.
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| Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place. |
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| That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth. |
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| Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything. |
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| I suspect ‘we’ will. |
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| I hope so too. |
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| OK? |
Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?
Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –
– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!
I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.
Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”
Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!
Hey!
That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.
That’s better.
That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.
Many of you seem to like the series ‘turning points’: captioned images of situations that are not exactly femdom. But could be. Like this.
Anyway, in the same theme here is one of those little stories that’s just too damn big to fit as a caption.
