Category: ball-kicking

Pitiful, really

…but it’s all I’ve got.

I once dated a girl who said she wanted me to be a stallion in the bedroom.  So I got all kitted up, you know in reins and harness, and when she came into the room I handed her spurs and the riding whip and she just screamed, slapped me round the face and left. How humiliating. Happy days…

Former boyfriends… bane of my life.

The first time a domme gave me a golden shower and ordered me to lick it up, She asked me what the taste was like.  I replied ‘tart’ and things got very painful, very quickly.   (Non-British readers won’t get that: don’t worry about it, move on).

I took a personality test once and scored a perfect zero.

She’s lying because she knows I like the contempt.  Really, she has to keep swigging at that bottle to take her mind off the hot action in front of her.  Otherwise she’d be overpowered with lust, at the sight of an overweight middle-aged sub, desperately jerking away on the floor by her boots.  Women just can’t resist that kind of thing.


Subtexts





You know, people think owning a doctor is just an easy way to get a lot of money, but it can be a lot of work whipping them through all those years of medical school.







I wonder how they do work around there?









Doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy her job, of course. She just knows how to separate the professional and the personal, that’s all.







These two seem to be consummate professionals, though.


 Quick test for regular readers – have I published the one above before? I experienced a colossal failure due to laziness and incompetence technical glitch earlier this year, and I don’t always have a good record of which images I’ve put up before.  Google Images can’t find it but it looks very familiar (apart from the fact that I wrote it, obviously).  Remember: if you spot a previously posted image, I’ll put up another, extra, one.




Good to know.  Damage to equipment’s a worry too.  I sometimes fear that, after repeatedly hitting her boots with my testicles, or vigorously slapping her tawse with the palms of my hands, I might cause scuffing.



Extra one for the sin of repetition (and after a moment’s hesitation, I think you can try out some deviation).


Unrequited contempt

It’s always best to ask women in advance what they want. Imagine how awful it would be to spend an hour or two every day for a year writing 36,500 lines only to find out she’d really have preferred something else.

That’s not how many kicks you’re actually going to get, you understand.  She just wants to understand how guilty you feel.

With Brexit it’s probably a good idea to own a few professionals based in Germany or France, too.  You know – diversify.

Just take one whenever you experience feelings of adequacy or self-confidence.

What an honour.


Helplessly devoted

When you wake up I’m sure you’ll feel quite different.







Looks like some language lessons are in order!







It’s good of Mike to make sure she’s satisfied before he has his fun. He’s thoughtful like that.







It can be difficult for stepchildren at first. Feelings of rage, resentment.  The books say it’s best not to hold it in, so from the look of it things are going to turn out all right in this case.







Nice warm bath with a cast-lit novel, then a back-rub and pop Elastrating Edward into the DVD player.  Bliss.



…and an extra one, because of previous incompetent duplicate posting.  Thanks Ralph D!


Unsafe words

…and some bloody dangerous pictures too.

Ah, you always need to watch out for the feminine, unthreatening ones.  And even more for the feminine, extremely threatening ones, obviously.


Oh well.  Something to do while waiting to drive her home, I suppose.

I imagine most readers of this blog will mainly be familiar with this actress from Walk All Over Me, but I understand she was also in a science fiction series on TV.


She wishes she didn’t have to do this, you know.  She hates pain.  Oh no, hang on – that’s him.  Never mind.  She’s fine with it. 


Actually, I come closest to achieving self respect in precisely those circumstances.  But it’s never that close, admittedly.

…and a bonus topical one: 
 

It’s all so calculating (she’s got a calculator)

You say you’ll never know him, he’s an unnatural man

It’s not the size anyway, it’s what you do with it.  And how many times.

He can say no, of course. As many times as he likes, actually.
She gets through boyfriends quite quickly, I’ve heard.  Must be a bit fickle, I suppose.  Shame, ‘cos she’s cute.

Looks good on her, don’t you think?  Better than on the donors, I expect.

Actually, there are lots of things they don’t approve of men doing. Good job you’ve got her to protect you.

Commanding respect

Or the one before that.
 

 

I like to leave these details to my wife too.  She’s better at that sort of thing.
 

 

Return of an old friend.
 

 

On the plus side, they do get  lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off.  On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed.  Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too.
 

 

Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh?

A marriage of obedience


A problem shared… 
 

 

 
 

 

She’s just helping you put it in context.  Don’t forget to be grateful.
 

 

Worth it all for that one night of passion, though, huh?  Huh?
 
 

 

Best just to be passive and forget the aggression.

This is the lovely Gigi Allens from ClareSpanksMen and many other places.  More about her – mostly made up, but illustrated with lots of pictures – here.



Maybe.



Truth or…

 



 

The worst
thing I’ve ever done to a boy?  Oh…
I’ll probably take the dare, erm –

No!  No, I got it.  I’ll go with truth!

OK, so there
was this, like, really cute guy a couple of years above me?  And he really wanted to feel my breasts?

So I told
him that I’d let him, if I could kick him in the balls.  I mean, I was joking!  You know?

But he said
OK!  I couldn’t believe it!

Well, we
just stood there for a bit, and for some weird reason I just found myself
saying ‘How many times’?  And he’s like
‘Just one, bitch’.  So I’m like, ‘If you
can take ten, I’ll let you go all the way’. 
And he’s like, ‘OK, but you have to stop if I say so, OK?’.  And I’m like ‘Sure!’ 

Anyway, he
made me promise to stop if he said so – and for a joke, I made him agree that
he had to say ‘Please Carly, I’m a wimp and I can’t take any more, please
stop.’

So he opened
his legs a little bit, and he breathed in and out for a bit and then he looked
at me – he was looking kinda scared! – and was just, like, ‘OK!’.  Real tense, like that, you know?  Just: ‘OK!’.

And I kicked
him really hard, right in the nuts.  I
was wearing these kinda goth boots? 
– even though I’d already started going emo back then, but you know,
they were cool –  and the toe went right
between his legs so the top of the boot smashed right up into his balls. 

I don’t
think he’d expected me really to kick him as hard as that!  Especially not for the first one.  Because his eyes bulged out, and all the
breath came out of his body, and he staggered back and he’s trying to gasp for
air?  And he looks up at me with these
horrified pleading eyes – I can still see them now – and I think he was just
about to try and say something when I kicked him the second time!

And of
course, after that I went through with the whole thing.  I mean, I knew he wanted me to stop.  But he could hardly even scream, he was in so
much pain – let alone say the complicated sentence we’d agreed.  So I could just keep going.  Once he got as far as ‘PleaseCarlyI’m
awimpand’ – but then WHAM!. you know, and he shut up again.

And – I
guess the worst thing about it was that I’d planned that?  You know? 
Cos I’d seen boys who’d taken, you know, a softball in the nuts and I
knew what it would be like?  That’s why I
made him agree he had to say such a long thing if he wanted me to stop.  And then I just had to make sure I went in
really hard for the first one.

For the last
four he was writhing on the ground – I think he was trying to crawl away just
using his arms, but of course that didn’t do him any good, and those were the
hardest of all.

And I left
him there.  I figured he wouldn’t want to
try collecting on his part of the deal that day! 

Anyway… I
heard he went to hospital, for a long time, then they moved away.  I was kinda worried for a while that I might
get into trouble, but I don’t know – maybe he didn’t want to admit to anyone
that a girl did this to him?  Or maybe he
was just scared of me.  But anyway,
apparently he told his parents and the police that these three big black guys
had done it.

I thought
that was kinda mean.  Huh?  I mean, why say they were black guys?  There’s so much, like, prejudice and hatred
in the world, you know?  That was
nasty.  Made me realise he wasn’t a very
nice guy.  If he ever did show up and
want to collect his side of the deal, I’d just be like, no way!  I don’t fuck racists!  What an asshole.

Anyway, I
guess that’s the worst thing I’ve done. 
I mean, there was another thing a few months later that was a bit worse,
but that wasn’t just me.  I had my friend
Amy with me.  She’s really cool – you
should meet her!

 
OK!  Your turn. 
Truth or dare.

 

You know…I’m
going to have to think of something really embarrassing to ask you.  Cos I’ve got such a great idea for a dare for
you!  There is no way you are leaving tonight until I’ve made you do it.
 
Let me think…

 

Divine retribution

Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything.  Just act normal…relaxed.
 
 

I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead.  But it’s a slow process.
 
 

It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands…
 
 
 

And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down.
 
 
 

Oh, women can be so silly.  Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar?  I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here!