Category: bride

I was so upset that I cried

… all the way to the chip shop 

(trigger warning: video is unrelated to the subject matter of this blog, although I suppose those with a really really strong cuckoldry and insult fetish might just about find something in it).

 

And she’ll hold on to that very special key, just to make specially sure.

It’s true, actually.  There’s nothing that drives away mild discomfort quite like agony.
A bit foolish, really.  She could easily claim pro-domme rates for acting as his slavemistress and then where would he be?
I eventually got round to asking my wife whether my performance in bed was OK or not.  I was a bit worried, but actually she was very nice about it.  Said it was so long ago she’d completely forgotten after all these years and why would it matter to anyone anyway?  I was so relieved.

Silly wasting money on a bus when it’s only eight miles anyway. Think how good you’d feel putting the bus fare into the fur coat fund instead.  Every little helps.






And all I do is kiss you through the bars of a cage

… well I would if you put your boot a little closer, anyway.


 

About that which we cannot speak, we must remain silent.
Dommes.. they’re all about rules.
 This is the delightful Domina Liza.  I think I’d be happy in her cage forever, if I could see her dressed in green, setting off that stunning auburn hair, from time to time.
Regrets? He’s had a few.  And he’ll have plenty of time for a few more.




Well, he does need a new companion. Some might say the adventures would be a little dull, if he’s never allowed out.  But I’d watch it.
If you know what this caption is about, you might also enjoy this.  Or you might not.




What do you mean, this one doesn’t fit today’s ‘cage’ theme?  Of course it does.  The cage isn’t actually in the picture, because it hasn’t been delivered yet.  But it’ll be ready for you when you get back from honeymoon.




Humbled in her presence

Of course, for her it’ll be very different from having sex with you.  Longer… more enjoyable…and more frequent too.



 

Don’t worry – it’ll be very special for both of you, I am sure.

And weekly confession too.

Sometimes men need a little encouragement to make the right choice of their own free will.

She has a point, you know.  I’d say more, but I’ve a leash to fetch.
The wonderful, stern Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress, of course – who rather thrillingly could surely not give a rats arse about this blog one way or the other. Mmm.. contempt play.

If it be your will

If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well.

 

 

I find feminine contempt very sexy.  Fortunately I get a lot of it.  Masculine contempt too, of course, but that’s not so much my thing.
 
 



I’ve heard they’re not actually that great anyway.

 

Congratulations.  You’re the ‘special friend’.  Again.  So much better than having a sexual relationship.  Really.

 




 

 
 
 
Oh god.  Let’s hope it wasn’t someone I work with this time.
 
 
 

 

Yes dear.


Power is nothing without control

…but together, they can be a real turn-on.

On we go.

 

 

Yeah.  Those sorts of arguments can leave quite a nasty taste in the mouth, I find.
 
 

 

Home-made is always best.

 

Think happy thoughts.  No rush.
 
 
Actually, the last laugh is on her because I’m a humiliation freak and I’m going to find this absolutely mortifying!
 

 

Let’s hope he’s forgiven you for cuckolding him.  Because you’ll be spending a lot of time together.

She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

In fact, some of us have to.  Music is mostly unrelated.
 
Because he knows there are things much worse than a good hard kick to the balls.
The forceful, talented and literary Mistress Miranda, another lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in the quivering, unimpressive flesh.

 

It’s all very well to be carried away with love at first sight, but can you build a lasting relationship with a pair of sports shoes, when fashion in sneakers is so fickle?
 
 
 

 

OK, not the sexiest of topics.  But if you don’t know, you can’t imagine. Really: if you’re a pain-slut you should be trying to develop a good set of them.
 
 

 

Punishment fits the crime… tightly and closely.
 

 

You replied “I do” and that was the occasion when a safeword might have been advisable instead. Too late now.

Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me.  I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply.  Just saw some friends.

You smell nice.  Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually.  Rather thoroughly.


Strange sort of life, we live.  Well, I do anyway.  But so do you, probably.


Fucking off now, Ma’am.
 

 

Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while.  In this case, about 11 minutes.
 

 

I have a very literal mind.  It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.
 
 
She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics
 
 

 

Yurshhh mw’am.  Gulp.  Bleah!


Distorted view…see-through, baby blue

Oh, Arnold Lane. Pictures are mostly unrelated.

Yes…but…in the church?
 
 

 

Actually, on this blog it’s not amazing.  It was practically a certainty.
 

 

Lots of men feel embarrassed about how they behave during castration.  It’s a shame, because it’s not as if they’ll ever get another chance.
 

 

I wonder if it’ll feel different, being whipped as a married man….
 
 

 

Interestingly, the one time they tried vanilla sex, she accused him of being only halfway in when in fact he was fully committed.  It’s obviously a thing with her.

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.

Resistance is futile

Utterly futile.

I love the way a recent article in the Guardian about science fiction on British TV just *happened* to use an image from this episode featuring whip-wielding dominatrices to exemplify the series Space 1999.
 

 

That’s only fair, because you’re not in fact safe.
The awesome Jean Bardot.

 

Aww… look at that little pout.  Isn’t she sweet when she’s cross?  Better do what the little woman says, hmmm?  Just to humour her, you know.  You can assert yourself later, I expect.
 
 

 

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a sweaty trainer stamping on a human face — forever*.
 
 

 

I do.
 
Mistress Francesca Harding, prepared it would seem to help with life-long learning experiences.





*Test time!  What is the slightly garbled literary reference?  Hmm?  Anyone?  You!  You at the back – hands out of your pockets, boy! – what’s the answer?