Category: boots

Reality show





What am I wearing? 
You want to know what I’m wearing you fucking pervert?

OK, I’m wearing a check shirt and a pair of loose
jeans.  What?  No, I’m not going to tell you what underwear,
asswipe.  But it’s functional: cotton,
you know.
 
What, you thought I’d put on something sexy just to do this
phone sex call?  Fuck you!

Oh, I see, you want me to lie?  You want me to tell you I’m just lounging
here in some kind of fetish fantasy garb, hmm…? 
Leather bra… big thigh-high boots for you to lick, maybe?  You’d like that, huh?

Not going to happen, loser. 
You’re paying to jerk off, you’re gonna jerk off to me just as I
am.  Jeans, check shirt… no make-up.  And I’m sitting on a bus, I’m going grocery
shopping.  I need to stock up on tampons, cos it’s my period and I’m almost out?  And you have… oh I dunno, like
two minutes before it’s my stop and I end the call, so if you’re gonna jerk off
do it now, asshole.

Hmm?  Yeah, the bus is
pretty crowded.  You tugging?  Up-down-up-down-updownupodownup…

Hurry up, just pulling out from the stop before the mall.

Updownupdowntugtugtugtugtugtugtugtugtug?  Oh. 

There.  Was that
special for you, hun?  Hope so, cos it’s
all you’re ever going to get.

Oh, and tribute’s going up by another 40% next month,
creep.  And tell that fucking bank of
yours if they’re a day late again, you’re gonna have to go three months without
hearing your Goddess’s voice, yeah?

Yeah, I know you worship me, creep.  That’s because I’m female and talk to you
occasionally.  Don’t forget – 40%.   
Now fuck off.
“Hmm?  Yeah, sure I’m wearing gloves and boots. It’s cold here in Buffalo, moron.”
The lovely lady featured in this story is Goddess Rodea, of the American Mean Girls (they seem to have branched out beyond Miami and might even have rebranded again), who really do just sit around in sexy lingerie all day,  doing unpleasant things to males.  But this caller doesn’t need to know that and I won’t tell him if you don’t, OK?

They can beg and they can plead

…but they can’t see the light.



Are you sitting uncomfortably?  Then she’ll begin.

You’re actually already halfway through the session. Might as well finish off.

Good.  Good.  I expect she’ll be chucking away all those dusty old wine bottles in the cellar and filling up the racks with some nice fresh sparkling wine with cheerful labels, too.

If it’s any consolation to him, after her friend has finished the face-slapping session tomorrow, he will look like a house elf.

As it happens, the second guy from the front is the Financial Director of one of the biggest German pension and insurance conglomerates.  He’s wondering whether he should say something here – but by now he’s probably got more sense.


Corrigible







And if you don‘t think so… well, that just proves her point, doesn’t it?







Time for some firmer measures here too.







I have no idea what that means.  I don’t even speak Swiss – or Austrian or whatever.







I paid a prostitute for a ‘girlfriend experience’ once.  She took out an injunction and banned me from being within half a mile of her.  I am allowed to visit her flat once a month to make the payments, though.









Yes.  Yes it is.


Femdommish

Fortunately, the best man’s speech wasn’t as embarassing as these things sometimes are. I guess it’s hard to give a funny speech, when the bride’s sucking you off.

My wife likes to try adventurous sex, in all sorts of different public places.  It’s pretty exciting for me, too, when she comes home to tell me all about it.

Well, looks like you won’t be the only man on the gender studies course!

She’s really good at ‘bitter, revengeful ex-girlfriend’ scenes too.  But she does charge extra.

I think that’s quite an important point.  I mean, just because she tortures unwilling victims to death, that doesn’t mean that’s the only thing you can say about her, you know? She’s a complete human being into lots of different stuff – don’t judge her, OK?


Femalevolent



Let’s hope she does want to treat him nicely.







Any particular flavour?







I think Hugh should stand up to them. I mean, is he a man or a mouse?







It would probably be OK to use any one of the Approved Slave Apology Phrases # 23 – 38 in reply.  Or several, even.







Well, that’s thoughtful.  Just what I needed.

By the way, I’ve been keeping this quiet partly because I don’t want him closed down, but there’s a chap with an account on archive.org
who must own an industrial-quality scanner, who appears to be
digitising what looks to be a large lifetime collection of (mainly
British) material relating to… well, our interests.  The vast majority
of it is fem sub but even if only 5% of it is FD, the sheer volume he
is posting there makes it rather significant in itself.  I make no
judgments on the copyright issues, let alone the rather more serious
violation of this blog’s code involved in publishing material in which men oppress
women (they’re only lengthening the charge sheet against them, for when
we finally achieve the righteous smack of firm government) but I leave
it to you to decide. 

Good manners never hurt anyone

Bad manners, on the other hand, can you leave you sore for days.


See what I mean about good manners? He’s approaching the conversation in a polite, respectful way.  I am sure she’ll give him a fair hearing and explain the reasons for her decision, in return.

Now this looks like an example of someone going all sulky and silly about things. She offered him a choice.  She didn’t have to but she did.  If he won’t respond graciously to that then… well, there will be consequences, let’s just say that and leave it there.
She’s very keen on good manners.  Impossible girl.
See how fair they’re being?  They’re going to calmly debate it and they’ll only keep on whipping him if it’s what the majority wants to do. I hope he’ll accept the decision graciously, even if it’s not what he wanted. Not that it affects anything, whether he accepts it or not, but it’s more polite.



My SO went to the Caribbean. – Jamaica?-  No, of course not. I don’t get to tell her what to do – I’m her slave.


Bossy boots

See?  Told you that in the future, boots would stamp down on male faces forever.  Or was that George Orwell?  Anyway, I have pictures to prove it.


It might get a bit smelly in there, that’s the only thing.  But don’t worry: they’ll hose the crate down before you’re introduced to your new owners.

Wife and mother… it’s like two jobs rolled into one.

Don’t worry, they’ll make sure you get all the way to the top.

Looks pretty clean already to me.  You don’t suppose she’s not a real biker by any chance, do you?

Ah, Mistress Eleise.  Even dressed in her daily work clothes like this, she’s stunning.


She’ll tell me what she wants

(what she really really wants).

This is the magnificent Lady Sonia, of course.  I’m a several-times client and believe me this is not a joke.


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.


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.


Actually, the joke’s on her because I love the humiliation of being considered a loser, like that.  So I win!  Oh hang on…







Awww… isn’t she sweet?

Controlling passions





You can invest in ethical slaves too – taking the pay packets of men working in charity organisations and suchlike.  The returns aren’t as high, obviously, but you know you’re doing good whenever you whip extra performance out of them, not just doing well.

 

Self-respect is a delusion to which males are often prone.

 

She’s going to want the mess cleaned up and taken away, too.  Let’s hope she’s remembered to bring a little bag this time.

 

I’ve heard that a lot of great writers had a habit of getting up early and putting in a good solid four hours writing.  Perhaps you could try that.



 


Probably facing rather a severe dressing down, by the look of it.



Power play

Ah… the abusive dommie-psycho-mommie scene.  Part of every domme’s standard repertoire.  And all you need to get started are some wire coathangers.

The previous guy found the smell a bit pungent too.  In fact, he said it made him vomit, it was so bad. But I’m sure he was exaggerating.

Everyone knows women all love sitting around having their boots cleaned and then smeared with semen.  It’s amazing dommes get away with charging their clients so much to let them do it, really.

Hee hee.  I’ve actually let it drain to 90% but I’m going to tell her it’s fully charged, because 90% is still a green light!  Pretty sneaky, huh? That’s at least 25 minutes less screaming in agony.  Guess I’ll show her!

It won’t matter to anyone who matters, anyway.