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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| Boys can do anything girls can do. Just not as well, and usually only after some ‘encouragement’. |
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| If it’s any consolation, the staff at the Re-education camp enjoy scenarios involving punishment, too. Especially with male doms. So there’s that. |
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| It’s like smoking – easier never to start. |
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| Hope that put your mind at rest. |
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| Like I said: not as well and after some encouragement. |
It’s easy if you try – and find the right life-partner.
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| How do you like them apples? |
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| Aww… that’s rather sweet. I hope he’ll be OK after she retires next monh. |
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| I can’t stand those macho men who boast about the size of their chastity belts, can you? It’s not the size that matters anyway, it’s what you’re not allowed to do with it. |
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| Now isn’t that just typical? Something goes wrong and she just assumes it’s Roger’s fault! Maybe the guests got the date wrong, did she think of that? I expect Roger’ll have a few words to say to her, if he can still speak after the whipping. And if she removes the spreader gag, obviously. |
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| Of course, if she’s fully paid up with a lump sum, then the longer he lives, the more it’ll cost the divorcee storage firm. Still, I’m sure they won’t allow thoughts of that to divert them from behaving professionally towards him at all times. |
….and just forRalph D:
No, not that. (Warning: SFW)
This.
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| I don’t bother too much about fashion myself. Life’s easier when all you wear is a steel collar. I’m never out of style because I’m never allowed out. |
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| Practice makes perfect. Next! |
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| Many brides encounter disappointment on their wedding nights. She just needs to make the best of it and move on, I reckon. |
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| Married couples should try to share one another’s interests. It’s about making an effort: an act of the will. Sure, he’s not so interested in cock, but maybe he could just bend from time to time, hmm? Is it so hard? |
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| I went to see Justice League. I’ve got to say, I have mixed feelings about it. Maybe… oh I don’t know… 20% of the movie is really great but the other 80% was just meh for me. There was some really shoddy camerawork too – like on several occasions, you could clearly see actors in shot, speaking lines and stuff like that, and blocking the view of Gal? That’s just unprofessional. |
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| It’s funny how much clearer things can appear, through tear-stained eyes. |
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| Yes, I suppose I am. I even irritate myself, sometimes. |
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| Oh good. Thrash it out, once and for all. |
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| It must be awful for her, having a brutal boyfriend. Imagine how she felt: just having to stand there watching you being beaten up. |
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| Well, that’s settled. Good. On with the ironing. |
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| On the other hand, until she’s actually checked the lingerie, she won’t know. I mean, he might. |
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| Safewords are a hard limit for my own domme. She understands why some people like to use them in play, but it’s just not for her. Or – therefore – for me, obviously. |
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| Oohhh I ‘d say… three times…maybe three and a half times? Oh – sorry – you mean in absolute terms? |
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| Gotta take out those male supremacist religious maniacs. We like female supremacist religious maniacs. With a vigorous approach to rooting out sin. |
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| I’ve heard employers like to see a broad range of skills on your CV (resumé, Americans, resumé), so this sounds like 10,000 hours well spent. |
As they say about President Knavs’s husband’s tweets: I think the title speaks for itself.
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| I understand more and more people these days are digging out cellar* conversions, creating lots of lovely extra space down there, far, far down beneath sound-proofed floors. |
*basement
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| They could go down to the cellar* and play with her toys. |
* still ‘basement’
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| I’ve got a special brown card – it’s kind of the opposite of a loyalty scheme. Hotels and airlines treat me like dirt wherever I go. |
I wrote a story about loyalty cards once. That was when I wrote stories featuring the first domme I ever visited and her friend. They appear briefly in this one, under false names.
But this was my favourite from back then.
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| I dunno. Feels a bit weird, trying on her dead dad’s dresses. Don’t know why. |
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| Apparently she does humiliation scenes too. She just doesn’t always know when she’s doing one. |
(what she really really wants).
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| This is the magnificent Lady Sonia, of course. I’m a several-times client and believe me this is not a joke. |
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| I hope she hurries up. The other guys are waiting. How come they don’t have to ask their wives for money? Huh. I suppose they must have saved out of their allowances. |
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| The photo’s a bit deceptive. It’s actually only a drop of a hundred feet or so. Much less scary than pissing your domme off, anyway – up you go. |
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| Actually, the joke’s on her because I love the humiliation of being considered a loser, like that. So I win! Oh hang on… |
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| Awww… isn’t she sweet? |
… and every husband and man shall be laid low.
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| You have to ask if you want the built-in sliding cucky drawer, though. It costs extra. |
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| Divorce can be painful. |
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| My apologies to all of those submissive men out there who are highly skilled at housework, and don’t just use it as an excuse to flounce around humiliatingly in a little maid’s dress in session. Sorry – I mean, both those submissive men… |
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| Also quite a lot bigger. They can still do SPH play, though. She’s kept his original one in a jar. |
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| Biting’s not the worst of it. Bloody Rufus. No friend of mine. |
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| I wonder if it would be OK to ask for a drink of something to help wash it down. |
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| Position 53… 53… erm, like Position 14 but arms crossed, right? |
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| Still, I have to say I got my money’s worth for the session. |
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| She’s too soft-hearted. Fortunately, Mr Travis isn’t. |
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| I think he’s not a morning person. Nor’s she, truth be told, but there’s so much to do and only so many hours in the day. |
