Warning: implicit sexual content

… it’s the only kind you’ll get here.




So… not a threesome then? And indeed, from next week, no more onesomes either.  Oh well
 





Well, since you mention it…
 





The delightful knees and firm hands of Ms Gigi Allens!
 






And during too.
 





No comment.

More unpleasant things

…of the usual sort.

Don’t worry, she always reaches orgasm eventually. She won’t give up. 
(The lovely, Divine, Mistress Heather.)

 

If you pay extra, she’ll do tease and denial too.  That’s where she asks you if you’d like to come, before telling you to fuck off.
 

 

Actually, she does get occasional complaints. But they’re always retracted, with a heartfelt apology, before the end of the session.
 

 

Technology… oh dear.  As if I wasn’t already obsolete enough.
 
 
In space, no one else can hear you scream.
 

See what’s on the slahhhb

I see you shiver with contemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmplation!

Ah, were would we be without Mistress Eleise de Lacey, eh? I mean, my sheets would be a lot cleaner, just for a start.
 

 

Yes, that would work.
 

 

Goodness, there she is again.  How does she do that? Unless she has a twin…
 
 

 

If the examining officer can still bend her elbow, the search isn’t complete.
 
 

 

Oh, sometimes one should just give in to temptation.

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?

Submissions

Yum yum.
 

 

…but the price goes up the less time there is to go.
 

 

Phew.  Just in time, eh?
 

 

Hmmm. Kurt’s night-night “kisses” can taste a bit disgusting, to be honest. If only I were still allowed to kiss him on the lips.
 
 

 

Yes, I should be thankful for small mercies.  They are the only sort I get.

She’s talking

Hmm… well, OK.  As long as I don’t have to go to Cathie’s.
 

 

 
 

 

That’s very broadminded.
 

 

You can’t hear it without the sound, of course, but it’s actually a startlingly realistic impression.  She’s talented.
 

 

No time for a caption.  HuuUUUH!
 
 
Black or red… black or red. Oh dear, I’m not good with choices.  Just as well, really.

Leashed to a frenzy



It’s nearly time for your next session anyway.  Might as well just stay.



 
 

 

She loves him really.
 
 

 

Won’t be saying that again.  Or anything else, I imagine.
 
 

 

Poor thing.  Still another 20 minutes of the session to go.  Her hand must be so sore.
 
 

 

I wonder what she does with them all? It’s only a small apartment.

Cold comfort

…but not on the farm.

 

I’m not sure if I could manage that.  But I expect I’ll learn, over time.

 

 
 
Oh well.  As long as it’s completely voluntary, I suppose it’ OK.
This is the lovely, magnificent, Vancouver and Paris-based Mistress Eleise de Lacey. But then, you knew that didn’t you?
 

 

Gosh, it’s a long way down, isn’t it?
 

 

One day perhaps.
 
 

 

And replace them with inhibitions about disobedience.

Wedlocked

One day you’ll laugh about it. Everyone else does, after all.
 
 
Mmm… that does sound humiliating!

 

 

 

Actually, he’s lucky.  The bricks are  little bit irregular.  If it wasn’t for that to engage his interest…well, he’d have had a pretty boring time of it over the years, I can tell you.
 
 

 

She’s trying to make this work – why aren’t you?
 
 

 

Actually, you can make a fuss if you want.  It doesn’t really matter.