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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| 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. |
Sex and violence, sex and violence
goes together like a gag and silence…
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| Fortunately for us, we can only see her front in this picture, so obviously there’s no inappropriate leering from our side. |
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| She’s got a funny story about how he actually proposed – just wait. |
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| Bondage and arachnophobia… quite a stimulating combination, I think. |
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| The lovely Idda Van Munster who will be featured here again, believe me. |
…and just to annoy Declan again:
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| Can I stake a claim for the first use of the word ‘contemporaneous’ in a femdom porn blog, please? * |
* Don’t worry – we’re back to normal service after Friday’s maledom special and we are no longer expecting male dominant readers. So it’s OK to use big complicated words and subtle(ish) humour. Yay!
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| Try hopping back and forth from one leg to the other. That can help a lot. |
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| Well, OK, as long as it’s safe, sane, consensual and well-deserved. Or any two of those, anwyay. |
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| People say that to keep up a diet you have to be really strict with yourself, but I’ve found that someone else being strict works just as well. |
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| While you’re down there, you notice Simon’s shoes are quite badly scuffed – and there’s a client meeting later. What do you do? (a) say nothing, (b) let him know or (c) give them a quick polish yourself, as you’re there anyway. Take your time, there are no ‘wrong’ answers. |
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| Well, as long as she remembers to keep it charged this time. |
Those of you who have been reading this blog from the very begining in 2011 are very, very bad and perverted people who deserve to be forcibly may well recall that one of the very first posts was of the front pages of some magazines that had fallen through a erm… worm hole time dimensional vortex thingummy and landed on my desk.
Oh yes, you do remember. Of course you do. Stop lying – has no one ever told you it’s very naughty to lie, boy? Hmm? Look – just go here if you’re one of those johnny-come-latelies who’ve only started reading this in the last five years, OK?
The title was a little odd. I think back then I was occasionally trolling the followers of a rather devout Christian who had a blog of the same name, so there were a lot of religiously titled posts. He’s now publishing religious blog posts in the form of piss-takes of femdom porn too, oddly enough, so it all seems entirely fair.
Anyway: three magazines had arrived from the far future… 2014*, 2017 and 2019. I must have missed my copy of Subbie Hubbie Monthly back in 2014, but I have already reserved my copy of Dominant Lady Quarterly (at the special male price of just £2500 per copy), so I am looking forward to April.
Anyway (again): it happened a second time! Would you believe it? Three magazines, no doubt from the faaaaar far distant future. These ones don’t actually have dates on them, oddly enough. So.. yeah, here they are.
* Well I didn’t know this blog was going to be going on so long, did I? I thought I’d have something better to do with my time by now. Oh well.
