Category: beach bunnies

Women’s scorn

You’re actually better off out there, away from the hot rocks and the tongs. Take my word for it – how anyone could claim saunas are relaxing is beyond me.
I suppose some might say she should use her powers for good. But there’s a lot of giantess / stomp fetishists out there and many of the videos are woefully unconvincing, so she is bringing delight to their sad lives – and earning a good living doing it, so really where’s the harm?
That describes me to a t. It might be the ‘Exploit me’ tattoo on my forehead, I suppose.
Obviously he knows the game… I mean, it’s not as if he could exactly be jealous of you, right? But he knows what she likes too and although he doesn’t share her sadistic impulses, he’ll do it for her and even pretend for her to be angry enough to want to break your bones and beat you unconscious. Rather sweet, that he’s so attentive to her needs – alphas aren’t always heartless brutes, you know.
Irina looks at least mildly amused. I suppose. Anyway, I’m sure it was worth it.
You could try running… Actually, not a bad idea as the Outdoor Freestyle is the event they most need to work on.

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

Let’s go, girls.

She’s been working recently on trying get tears just right… the way they catch the light and sparkle as they drip down a screaming sitter’s cheeks can be so hard to capture, but she’s determined to nail it.
The process of booking her does involve almost as much subterfuge, of calling anonymous phone numbers when you reach a certain location, as a first visit to a domme, though.
Remarkably, the premium Net Nanny service continues to work even if you’re never allowed to access the Internet again. Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime lifestyle choice.
They offer a deep cleaning service too.
Oh, it won’t take as long as that.
A teachable moment with Annie is a thing to be treasured.

Repression obsession

Several strokes of luck – and don’t forget to count them and thank her for each one.
There’s more of us cucks around than many people realise. But we’re not coming out of the closet – not until she says so, obviously.
Goodness there are some weirdos around. I’m glad he’s seeking professional help.
That looks like a lot of fun, for almost everyone involved.
It can be hard to tell with males as we don’t start out with a lot of higher brain function to begin with.
And let’s face it, in those circumstances it’s not as if you need an actual woman to be present, right?

Cruel summer (14)

Last in the series, with a few extras. Back to abnormal service tomorrow, with a silly Sunday story about a Victorian governess.

It might take a day or two before I get a chance to reply to all the comments. You know how it is when you’re just back from holiday: so many chores to do around the house, so many apologies to be properly made, so much cage time because haven’t I just had a lovely holiday for goodness’ sake, and won’t it do me good to spend a little time locked away in the cellar, counting my blessings? But reply I shall, Goddess willing and permitting.

Beach-slapped

Servitor will soon be going on holiday – no more hours of toil chained up in a laundry room in a dark cellar in a town house for me, for the next couple of weeks I’ll be doing my hours of unpaid labour chained up in the laundry room of a luxury holiday villa! As is now traditional, there will be daily posts with captioned images without context, comment, replies to comments or point. But to warm things up, today’s post is holiday-themed.

That’s one of the nice things about being on holiday: the way you sometimes have to find a way without the things you’re used to. Like… one time I booked this villa that didn’t have wi-fi or any kind of Internet access, so my SO and her friends just spent the time beating me savagely for my blunder, instead of going online.
In general you don’t need any preparations different from visiting any other country, but do be aware that certain kinds of injuries are excluded from the health insurance.
Speech rules and frequent use of the gag do tend to result in one’s conversational skills atrophying. But you won’t hear me complain.
In case you’re maybe thinking this is an unfair over-reaction, I should explain that it’s not just Paul’s lacklustre oral sex performance the previous night that’s led them to feed him alive to the snakes. Or the wild dogs, whatever. No: it’s been a few things over the last few days. Not enough gin in Lydia’s cocktail, too much in Suzie’s… that almost-sulky look when instructed to move all of the deckchairs a little to the left, when he had just finished moving them a little to the right… that kind of thing. Plus, his ears stick out a bit making him look funny, as Yvonne rightly pointed out. So really, being torn apart by wild dogs (or having whatever snakes do, done to him) is what he deserves. Anyway, just relax and do the best job you can tonight, OK?
My apologies to any ‘readers’ who’ll have to declare they looked at a forbidden image and face the consequences. if you look really closely, you’ll find you cannot actually see any naughty bits. But then ‘looking really closely’ is forbidden by most sensible females too…
Some men complain once they’ve arrived about the brochure being misleading (quite apart from missing out the whole slavery thing, it does fail to reflect the full age profile of the resident females) but they usually realise the error of their ways quickly enough.

Slavish loyalty

…it’s the best sort.

While they’re gone, the areas on your back they left free of suncream should get nicely sunburnt, so you can pass the time trying to work out what word they wrote.
Thank goodness for that.
Kevin’s going to stand up and be a man. For once.
I admire high-powered career women like her. She manages to hold time a full time job and still take care of inspecting all the housework, as well as putting a lot of time and effort into the relationship itself.
Fortunately, shrieking hysterically when subjected to even moderate CP is something I’m really good at, as every domme I have ever sessioned with can attest.
You’re special, never forget that. She won’t.

Come along, darling

Don’t dawdle.

Oooh… 50% of the way there! That’s closer than I’ve ever got.
It’s not as high-margin a business as you might expect, but fortunately some of her labour costs are very low indeed. Speaking of which, have you negotiated your salary yet? No? OK.
From the look of the sea, they’ve got ages… which is just as well, because Julie can be quite slow to get aroused, unless she can use her cattle prod.
Every poet should have a muse. This lucky lad has two.
And let’s not have any old-fashioned patriarchal nonsense about ‘earning’ it, OK? It’s not your salary, not now you’re married.
You might find it hard to imagine you’ll forget you’re wearing something as heavy and bulky as that, but believe me: once the nipple clamps go on and the scrotal ring is properly anchored to your ankle chain, you’ll hardly notice it.

Unethical statements

Both, probably.

  

 

She’ll have to break me first…. eeek!

 

 

 

Yes, doing the little dance routine should definitely help with the feeling of humiliation.

 

 

 

I’m never sure whether I prefer sand or seaweed for my punishment meals when we’re at the beach.  Not that I actually get to choose, of course.

 

No harm done.  Sissy didn’t need those knees.

 

 

 

 

You know, I’ve often been struck


She’s actually communicating her feelings on several different levels here.  It’s a Mars/Venus thing – you don’t have to understand but you could at least try to feel her pain.



If you argue it might go on longer – and wouldn’t that be just awful?




Some of us are already having the cry, thanks.  Although oddly it’s the cuddle that usually brings them on in floods.




What to do, what to do… You might want to try playing safe. They won’t let you (and anyway, you’re not safe), but I expect you’ll want to try.





She’s being rather unfair here.  She often is: if you want my honest opinion, she’s a vicious and vindictive person with serious anger management issues.  Always was.  Anyway – congratulations on your special day!  I’m sure you’ll be very.. well, maybe you’ll both be…  anyway, congratulations, yeah?  You’re a lucky guy.  We all think so.







Who loves the sun?

I do!  After a miserable rainy May, we now have bright sunshine chez elle (i.e. where I live) and I thought I’d do a sun-drenched special to celebrate summer’s balmy days. Admittedly, I myself haven’t yet seen the sun, as there are no windows in the part of the house where I live (not a problem, of course – after all, what would be the point, this far underground?).  But she’s promised to break out the summer sweaters and the heavy rubber gimp suit, to take me out into the garden this weekend to where the treadmill awaits, bathed in sunshine.  So that’ll be a nice change.  I’ve also just booked a romantic stay for two at a beach resort for later in the summer, but I wont divulge the details as she hasn’t decided which boyfriend to take with her.  They get so jealous – especially a certain old bull I won’t name! *

Anyway, here we are: summery captions.

 

 

I doubt that.  I have actually become quite good at accurately judging women’s weight. But sometimes you have to tell them little white lies – bless them. The number of times I’ve had to control my breathing carefully to say ‘no, no – light as a feather!’ without gasping…

 

 

It’s great.  Yeah.  I’m getting quite good at never having any sexy thoughts at all, as long-term readers of this blog will know only too well.

 

 

Oh… don’t mind me.


 

She
likes long walks in the country, getting caught in the rain and keeping
up with the latest developments in applied metallurgy.

 

Actually, I brought a spare myself.  I always do, just in case.  I mean, imagine how awful it would be to run into Gal by chance and not have a leather belt or similar implement on you… a lifetime of regret would await.



* Regular readers shouldn’t worry.  There’ll always be a place for Raoul in her heart – and in her vagina, mouth and anus, too of course.

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