Category: blondes
The shape of things to come
Another science fiction-themed post! Sadly not featuring those whip wielding Amazons from Space 1999 this time but I’ll try to remedy that in future.
And what’s more, you’ll be a woman, my daughter
War. They say war changes nothing. But sometimes if nothing changes, war is the only way. These girls didn’t seek the war they fought in but it found them. Then they fought and some of them died. Then they won and some of them came back. Did they come back as heroines? They came back. Plenty didn’t. Those who made it said the war changed them – for good, for bad, who knows? It changed a lot of guys too, mostly for the better. Sure: war changes nothing. But war changes everything, too.
Etc. That stuff’s surprisingly easy to write.
World War M, anyway. When the war between the sexes went hot.
And introducing a new series. World War M: Origins.
Frustrating femmes
Inexorable romantics
The glamorous life of an OWK Lady. Tomorrow, she’ll be going out for a slow plod around the grounds atop a human pony. Thrilling stuff. |
What a bit of luck that she decided to have a meathook fitted, when she moved in. |
Don’t worry, she’s very experienced. She’ll know exactly what to do. |
And remember it’s a ‘fee’, not ‘tribute’, OK? It’s still going to be a suitably large number, though. |
So… do you remember my post a few weeks ago, suggesting that the divine Anya rocks a dominant, fetish fashion look slightly more often than one might expect? Well, of course, the trouble with making that sort of statement is that you just know she’s going to prove you wrong immediately by showing up to every event for the next six months or so in a succession of elegant but disappointingly vanilla outfits. Yeah, that’s definitely what should have happened, by the law of averages, reversion to the mean, all that.
Only to be expected, I’m afraid.
Except she didn’t.
See if, in this picture from Michelle Yeoh’s recent Oscar celebration, you can spot a subtle difference in style between Goddess Anya’s look at and that of… oh all the people there who aren’t Anya, if you can bring yourself to waste any time looking at them.
What’s that? You want to see more of her in the dress? Yes, I expect you would – there are some at this link, others around. You like that sort of thing, being a pervert, right? That’s OK, we’re all perverts here. But be warned, let’s keep those expectations realistic, yeah? We all know what ‘femdom in mainstream’ fashion shots are like. Sadly, even when a glamorous actress puts on some kind of fetishy outfit, she’s still just going to pout for the camera in vanilla style, right? I mean, sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not as if she’s going to be photographed in the kind of haughty dominatrix pose that you and I find exciting, right?
Right?
Oh.
Hmmm.
Dressed to suppress
Looks good on her, but then she’s not attached to the wall by a chain clipped to her genitals, desperately gasping for short breaths. |
They’re just redistributing the wealth. From each according to how much she wants from him, to each according to whatever the little fucker deserves. |
Good thing she had a humiliation session booked later the day she discovered the putrefying remains. |
Blonde ambition
In trying to come up with that title, I was thinking of ‘Blonde justice’ and had a sneaking suspicion I’d used it before, so I searched and found… oh dear, four posts all called ‘Blonde justice’. Is the blog really so forgettable, even for me? Maybe been going too long… but I’ve still got another 2772 captioned images unposted and I write more all the time, so I’m afraid we’re just going to have to carry on.
Anyway, blonde post. Yes, of course Mistress Eleise is in it. Did you really need to ask?
Why should he mind? Why should she care if he does? |
She’ll freely admit she’s a trophy wife. First prize in the ‘deluded and regretful old fool’ category. |
I hate hypothetical questions. Strap me to the gurney and let me see the scalpels, then it will feel more like a real choice, that’s what I say. Assuming I’m still allowed to choose. |
If you keep it up long enough, even an obese 220-pound man can easily lose as much as…well, 220 pounds, eventually. By weight, I mean. A lot more pounds sterling, obviously but who’s counting? |
Told you. She’s magnificent. What an extraordinary honour and pleasure (and pain) it was for me to session with her a few times, in Paris some years ago.
In fact… shall we have another Mistress Eleise image? I say we should and it is my blog, after all.
She’s laughing inside. |
Severely
I suppose it’s polite to ask, but really she should just make herself at home. |
He looks pretty trustworthy to me. You’ll be fine. Just think about something else for 20 minutes. |
No, she’s not particular. Well…she is, obviously. Just not about that sort of thing. |
She’s definitely going to go down there and check he’s OK, though. There’s just something she needs to do first, that’s all. |
Mocking the weak
Some scenes we’d like to see.
Now you are an grown man and have put childish things behind you. Haven’t you? |
There are lots of things I’m better at than I am at sex. In fact, almost an infinite number. |
Oh I don’t know. Seems to me to have done pretty well. Anyway, you never know, they might get back together now they’ve found a modus vivandi. |
Plenty of orgasms in that household. Does one more or less per month really make that much of a difference? |
Her opinion matters
It does – like many other men, I discovered early on in married life how much pain can be caused by not listening carefully enough to my partner’s concerns.
Hmm. It’s hardly surprising they don’t send her the best boys they have, if she keeps on breaking them. But I don’t want to be the one to tell her that. |
Unnecessary rudeness can leave such a nasty taste in the mouth. |
Mistress wants her slave to put his clothes back on – quietly now! – tiptoe off to the dungeon door and silently fuck off. There’s a good boy. |
It’s good they’re all labelled because the faces usually get a bit messed up and hard to recognise, particularly those who were married when they arrived. |
Try not to judge her too harshly. He is very annoying. |