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| There now – you can’t say she didn’t consider it. |
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| I believe she’s right. |
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| It’s good to be special. |
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| Oh well, as long as she doesn’t give a fuck, I suppose it’s all right. |
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| Yes Ma’am. |
Author: Servitor
Consolation prize
Hi honey!
Did you sleep well?
Did you sleep well?
Oh – don’t worry about that. To tell the truth, I was quite relieved when
you couldn’t get it up! You know…I
thought I should fuck you after you spent so much money, and all…but I didn’t
really want to. I mean – you’re just not the type of man I find attractive. I was just feeling sorry
for you, really.
you couldn’t get it up! You know…I
thought I should fuck you after you spent so much money, and all…but I didn’t
really want to. I mean – you’re just not the type of man I find attractive. I was just feeling sorry
for you, really.
No, don’t worry about it. It’s OK! Really. Happens to lots of men, especially if they’re a bit self-conscious about not being handsome, or smart or fun to be with. I know you’re inexperienced. I guess it’s different with a real woman,
huh? I mean compared to looking at porn
on the Internet?
huh? I mean compared to looking at porn
on the Internet?
Oh – sure you do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! How else is a guy like you going to get
himself off? It must be really
frustrating being rejected and ignored by women all the time. I think it’s great that there’s some kind of outlet for men who aren’t ever going to attract a real woman, so they can pretend they’re just like everyone else.
himself off? It must be really
frustrating being rejected and ignored by women all the time. I think it’s great that there’s some kind of outlet for men who aren’t ever going to attract a real woman, so they can pretend they’re just like everyone else.
Hmmm?
Again? Oh. Oh…well, honey, I think you’re really sweet, but I need a proper
man. You know? Maybe we can just have this as a very special memory.
Again? Oh. Oh…well, honey, I think you’re really sweet, but I need a proper
man. You know? Maybe we can just have this as a very special memory.
Sure – no problem.
Hey – would you like to take a picture of
me? Here, wearing my blue lingerie. I can hold my hair up with my hands, if you
like, like a model!
me? Here, wearing my blue lingerie. I can hold my hair up with my hands, if you
like, like a model!
Got it?
There. Now you can upload that
onto your computer, and play with yourself while you look at it. Pretending you’re in control.
There. Now you can upload that
onto your computer, and play with yourself while you look at it. Pretending you’re in control.
If you share it online, maybe one of
those porn blogs will put it up too…and caption it or something! Then lots of lonely, pathetic men could
masturbate to my image. To forget how
sad their lives are… just for a moment.
those porn blogs will put it up too…and caption it or something! Then lots of lonely, pathetic men could
masturbate to my image. To forget how
sad their lives are… just for a moment.
Fuss
Yeah, it was a bit weird, actually. I mean, I thought I’d enjoy it, but actually
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?
I hadn’t told him what was going to
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?
And then we had a long wait for the
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.
Anyway, all done eventually.
I hope this one’ll be easier when I take
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.
But we’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose.
Do you fancy a cup of tea?
Just another turning point…
Hi honey. So… are we just going to keep
pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?
pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?
Yes.
Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.
Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.
OK, so shall I go first?
Well… we got into the bedroom… and you
were all eager, as you usually are. And
then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too. And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit
too much to drink and I just lost it.
were all eager, as you usually are. And
then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too. And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit
too much to drink and I just lost it.
so…instead of saying it was OK and just
quietly going to bed, I got mad. And I
shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were,
and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you
around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –
quietly going to bed, I got mad. And I
shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were,
and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you
around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –
– and I’m sorry for saying those
things honey, I really am. It was just…
well, once too often, you know? –
things honey, I really am. It was just…
well, once too often, you know? –
And I was just about to storm off to the
spare bedroom… when I looked down and…
spare bedroom… when I looked down and…
…well, there didn’t seem to be a problem
any more, did there? I’ve never seen you
so hard. And I don’t need to remind you what happened after that.
any more, did there? I’ve never seen you
so hard. And I don’t need to remind you what happened after that.
And that’s what I thought we should talk
about.
about.
So I have.
Your turn.
Hot flushes
I’m feeling them more and more often.
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| Best not to rush into these discussions. Give everyone a chance to calm down, to reflect on what was said and maybe even come to regret it? |
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| With dignity. Always with dignity. |
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| Glad we cleared that up. I hate ambiguity. Fortunately, so does she. |
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| He’ll apologise, too. |
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| Don’t know. Don’t care. |
Abject bliss
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| Puppywup gonna dieee-wie. |
This magnificant lady is of course from Planet Femdom. The unimpressive boys were free gifts with her weekly magazine.
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| Things always seem so simple after a birching, don’t you agree? Hmm? Yes – thought you would. |
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| Actually, grammatically speaking it is you who are surprised. She is amazed, startled: something like that. (Incidentally: little tip if you ever session with a pro-domme. Very few of them – perhaps even none – really appreciate grammatical pedantry from their slaves. Just something I’ve learned (or is learnt?) over the years.) |
This is the lovely – if rather sarcastic and humiliating – Selena. If you want to worship her, go to worshipselena.com. Simple. Or wickedheartsboutique or somewhere like that, you know? Yes – I’ll bet you do.
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| I expect the screaming will become rather irritating after a while. Still, they could always turn the TV up. |
This picture will be from menareslaves.com, I imagine.
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| And if it doesn’t get you stiff, she’ll ask Manuel to stick around for a bit, and maybe the three of you could try something else.
(And this – finally – is the lovely but regretably only occasionally dominant Carla Brown.)
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Her whim is my command
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| Of course, this blog is strongly opposed to real bullying. Just keep it for play, in session, that’s what I say. Not that She ever listens, when I do. |
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| It’s odd the things women find sexy, isn’t it? For some it’s chunky jumpers, for others it’s brutal, relentless torture. Mars, Venus, whatever – you know? |
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| That sounds fair. I’m certainly not going to argue. |
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| She deserves a night off, I reckon. She can always pick it up wherever she left off, tomorrow morning. |
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| It’s not a good thing to go around with suspicious, negative thoughts about any relationship. If you start thinking ‘What if Mistress murders me?’ each time, then you’re just not going to enjoy the session, and who does it benefit anyway? I mean, really? |
Girls’ night out
So, yeah, if you’re up for it we thought we’d meet up about
9. Just you, me, Suzie, Ellie, Karen…
Vanessa said she might come, but she wanted to bring her boyfriend and we
really just wanted a girls night out. So
I told her it’s a ’no boys’ evening, and she said she’ll think about it.
9. Just you, me, Suzie, Ellie, Karen…
Vanessa said she might come, but she wanted to bring her boyfriend and we
really just wanted a girls night out. So
I told her it’s a ’no boys’ evening, and she said she’ll think about it.
Well…yes, OK, technically you’re a boy too. But that’s OK – you don’t count. I mean you’re not really a boy boy, are
you? Not like a boyfriend boy! Wouldn’t that be ridiculous?
you? Not like a boyfriend boy! Wouldn’t that be ridiculous?
No, of course you can come.
None of the other girls will mind. They don’t think of you in that way at all.
None of the other girls will mind. They don’t think of you in that way at all.
Hey, do you remember that time that guy tried to pick me up,
and then he got all confused because he thought maybe you were with me? God, I was just laughing too much to explain
it – and he went off with his mates!
Such a shame – he was a real hunk.
Still, I think I managed to score a bit later didn’t I..? Can’t remember his name – you know, they guy
with the tattoo? You drove us home.
and then he got all confused because he thought maybe you were with me? God, I was just laughing too much to explain
it – and he went off with his mates!
Such a shame – he was a real hunk.
Still, I think I managed to score a bit later didn’t I..? Can’t remember his name – you know, they guy
with the tattoo? You drove us home.
Oh, that reminds me.
You don’t mind being the non-drinking driver again, do you?
You don’t mind being the non-drinking driver again, do you?
Thanks, that’s great.
We can go to that bar where they do the lemonade you really like. But
we’ll have to be strict to keep to our ‘no boys’ rule, though! There’s always loads of cute studs in there!
We can go to that bar where they do the lemonade you really like. But
we’ll have to be strict to keep to our ‘no boys’ rule, though! There’s always loads of cute studs in there!
Brilliant. Oh – and
can you come round about 8.30? I want to
show you this new outfit I got. You’ll
love it!
can you come round about 8.30? I want to
show you this new outfit I got. You’ll
love it!
Love not given lightly
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| Now if it gets too much for you, just cry out at any time, OK? She likes that. |
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| Now that’s the kind of expression I usually have, when I’m in session. Sort of “oh shit”. |
This picture is from menareslaves.com. You guessed, didn’t you?
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| Well, I think she shouldn’t have. It’s ridiculous. I mean, the elevator guy only has to press a button. |
This is the delightful (sometimes too delightful – but I like to imagine her being mean) Carla Brown. So I guess that makes you Mr Carla Brown.
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| Oh – and it does count, even if your fingers are crossed. So don’t think you’re getting away that easily, boy number 3. |
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| Yes. Yes it will. |
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