boots – Page 22 – Contemplating the divine

It’s a tonic for the troops!

And Charlie ain’t no Nazi
She likes to wear her leather boots
‘Cos it’s exciting for the veterans
And…

Women, eh? Sometimes there’s no pleasing them. You try to apologise, and they just run you over with a tank anyway. Still… I guess we wouldn’t have them any other way, eh chaps?

Cathie might need a new lawyer in her stable. She gets through slaves quite quickly – doesn’t look after them properly, truth be told.

She has a plan.

This is the delightfully delightful Miss Tiffany Naylor. ‘A dominatrix based in Milton Keynes.’ To be honest, for me that’s a hard limit right there. But it would be worth it, to meet her.

I suppose there’s little chance of either being a blow job? No? Worth asking…

I suppose any Radio 4 listeners amongst you will want to point ou that I got the apostrophe in the wrong place. Radio 4 listeners are like that.

The rest of you have no fucking idea what I’m talking about, have you? I don’t know myself sometimes, to be honest.

Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure. Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

Details, details. Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?

These details matter to her. So now they matter to you.

A very fair point. On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost. Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.

Penile servitude

Aooooarrrahhh-oooo, eeehhhhuuuh!

I’m sure we’ve all been there.

That’s true, actually. I mean, I certainly don’t experience pain the way my Significant Other does. I experience it a lot more frequently, for a start.

“Just” in the sense of “only”

Hmm. 16 orgasms in less than a minute. Quite a performance. Let’s try not to repeat it.

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.

Shiny things

Can’t argue with that.

No, not so long. 30 seconds, tops.

It’s certainly something like that.

etc

Leaves a bitter taste.

Boots boots boots boots

…marchin up n down agin…

Thought I’d try a themed post. See if you can guess!

Men can be so messy.

It’s good to have a goal in life.

This is the lovely Princess Neive. Isn’t she?

You should see where the other one goes! Of course, he won’t.

How hard can it be?

Well, that’s a relief. It’s good to have an easy-going domme, who won’t mind if you moan and plead in fear, or scream helplessly with terror for that matter.

I think most regulars here will; be well aware who this is.

Golden rule

Ohhh-kay! So did you
all hear what he just said, girls? Can
you remember what that’s called?

That’s right – the safeword. And when we hear the safeword what do we do?

That’s right. We stop. We stop immediately, OK? Always. NO exceptions. This is the most important thing we’re going to cover today – when you hear the safeword you stop. Period.

I mean, if this was a real session, with a regular paying client, that is. Obviously, it doesn’t matter when it’s only Trevor.

But normally – if it wasn’t Trevor – what we’d be doing right now is talking to him about what he’s finding difficult in the session, right? I mean, it’s probably that he can’t stand the pain of the whip any more, but we don’t know that, OK? Always check.

So – I’m going to keep on whipping him now, but just
remember – in a real session, I wouldn’t be doing this, not without checking
he’s OK with it.

Right, now I’m going to
start working from the other side. Watch
what happens when the tip catches one of the older welts.

This was the delightful Mistress Mina Thorne, in a photoshoot for Men Are Slaves.

And just for the record: this is just a silly fantasy, OK? No one was subjected to any non-consensual pain in the making of this blog post. Well… except Trevor, obviously.

Worshipful company

If it’s any consolation, she certainly does care about how well you do the chores.

There’s plenty of boys.

It’s amazing, what computers can do these days.

I asked a domme once for a session in which she would treat me with utter contempt the whole time. I waited for hours in the rain, and she didn’t turn up, even though I’d pre-paid by credit card. Do you think perhaps she misunderstood?

Don’t worry, if anyone sees you they’ll probably assume you’re a devout pilgrim doing penance as part of a religious observation. Which, in a sense, you are.