Category: bride

Implacable taste

Let’s hope this little misunderstanding is sorted out quickly.  Fortunately, it looks like she’s on the case.

 

 

She’ll rearrange you till you’re sane.  Or not.

 

 

 

 

Why are consequences never nice consequences?  I once asked my SO that, but she just laughed and hit me in the face. 

 

 

 

He’s actually called Trent but thank goodness he’s around, anyway – one less thing to worry about on the big day.






Just a fantasy, obviously.  She is far too professional for any such an on-screen slip-up in real life.  The guy on the right seems like rather a forward young man, don’t you think?

Severe sentences

Oh well.  No harm done, I expect.  Anyway, everyone makes an occasional mistake.

 

 

 

My SO has always been faithful.  Oh, she may have oral, vaginal and anal sex – sometimes even at the same time – with a great many men and women, but she locked my cock into my little tube on our wedding day and that’s still the only cock she’s ever locked up.  It’s special to her, she says, like my virginity.

 

 

 

Sure, she’d love to hear about that.  Maybe even roleplay it, hmm?  She can be the client and he the server.  He should try to make an effort, though: there’s a lot of boys interested in this job and to make it as fair as possible, she’s interviewing all of those who passed the photo test.  He needs to show her he’s willing to go that extra mile, giving it 110%.

 

 

 

 

And anyway, she’s quite sexually adventurous: she won’t just be using the cattle prod on your penis; there are so many other parts of the body that deserve some attention too.


 

Looks like you’re going to be feeling her pain.  And a great deal more that’s all your own.


 

Kiss the boys or make them cry

 or both, even.

Nervous young husbands might want to check out Servitor’s old series ‘Seven Secrets of a Happy Marriage‘ which contains about 30 pieces of advice, each one of them as accurate and helpful as the title proclaiming there will be ‘seven’.


Women can often be oddly protective of their shoes, can’t they?  And their panties too, in my experience.  Just ask any of the women in my neighbourhood, or the judge in my court case for that matter.  There’s probably an over-protective, nurturing, nest-building sort of impulse behind it, I expect.  The neighbours I mean, not the judge – she was just doing her job, except when she made me do that little dance dressed up and frillied in front of the court.  Happy days… where was I?  Oh yes.




Fake it to make it and escape it.



 

 

Anyway, you look so cute taking little steps, with the bells hanging from your nipple clamps going jingle jingle jingle.

 

 

If you think the client in question is behaving in a humiliating way, wanking off looking at this lovely lady but not allowed to touch her or her clothing… what does that say about what you’re doing, right now?  Hmm?

 

 

Sweet surrender

 

It’s basically harmless: it’s just in a cage to keep it from getting into trouble, that’s all.

 

 

 

Life-long learning.  Apparently we’ll all be doing that in the future, which sounds very exciting.

 

 

 

No, nothing.

 

 

 

 

Happiest day of your life they say.  OK, that’s not always true but it does seem certain there will be a great many days after this one that are thoroughly unhappy, so it’s quite an accurate description.


Oh well.  She tried.  Now she’ll try something else.


 

She looked like something special

 …the kind who’d understand.


Perhaps she’ll bring you a treat.




Where there’s a will – and strong pelvic muscles, restraints and plenty of lube – there’s a way.


Some valuable soft skills there, to complement the hard skill set many of the senior staff already have.



If men’s libbers feel oppressed, they’ve got no one to blame but themselves.




Raoul has a gay friend!  Sign of the times.  Maybe he’s moving on from those ridiculous old-fashioned attitudes.


Little man, you’re crying

 She knows why you’re blue.


Thank goodness (and her) for that.



I’ve always thought it odd that I am both her object and her subject.



When she talks of the ‘place’ that’ll do it, just think of a gleaming, modern medical facility, OK?  Not a dirty garage filled with rusty tools.  It’ll be easier that way.


Thank goodness for the invention of electricity – it’s a great way to save labour, or induce it depending on who’s holding the zapper.





One day your luck might run out.


Begging her pardon

Like many submissive husbands, I have a lot of uncomfortable conversations.  Apparently it’s good for me, though, so I can’t complain.


 

 

Don’t say anything to make her think less of you, as she takes her leave of you – she is trying very hard to keep her vow to love you until death do you part.

 

 

 

The younger generation of female supremacists are less militant, more comfortable in their dealings with the opposite and inferior sex.  I think that’s great.

 

 

 

Can’t you tell she’s tired?

 

 

Actually, she does rather mind but she’s too kind-hearted to refuse her.


 

 

 

 

Their beauty and their style

He can do 100 words a minute – most of them being ‘sorry’.

 

 

 

I don’t see why it’s so unethical.  I mean, consent was sought and freely… well, consent was given anyway, which is the main thing.


 

 

 

She’s always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses.

 

 


I think we can all agree that anyone doing that deserves whatever Hayley feels like handing out (and she’s a big strong girl).




Romance, revenge and healthy exercise, all in one long, happy afternoon.


 

Stern words

One of the nice things about being submissive is that you’re rarely in any doubt about whether your partner’s in the mood for sex, or precisely what she wants to do (and indeed, with whom).

 

 

 

 

She was kind enough to give him a long warm-up before the painful bit, so I hope he’ll be brave.  If not, the shackles attaching him to the cross can be brave for him.




I believe some of the wedding guests have sprayed the van with silly string and attached tin cans and all sorts of other stuff to the back of it.  You won’t actually see it, from inside the sack, of course, but it’s nice to know these traditions are being maintained.




Marriage guidance counsellors recommend the anal hook – it’s amazing how much easier those petty marital disagreements go, once you’re dangling.


 

 

Oh no – not the comfy chair!


 

 

 

 

 

Romantic disdain

 

Women… sometimes they want you to scream hysterically, cry and beg for mercy, sometimes it’s just ‘annoying’.  My SO gave me 24 hard strokes with the cane yesterday and when I started shrieking and pleading frantically (on or maybe just before stroke number two, if I recall correctly) she told me she was ‘just not in the mood’.  I mean, at that point I was committed, you know?  It’s a physical thing for us guys… can’t just switch it off.

 

 

 

The frightening – truly terrifying – thing about assisting with any kind of competitive sport in OWK is that one of the Ladies has to lose.  They often don’t take it with good grace, you know.

 

 

Needless to say, inflicting this sort of public BDSM play on passing strangers is not OK.  And even worse when it’s in front of members of your family, as here.

 

 

The customer is always right.


 

 

The gimp hoods are going on in the later, private ceremony.  When you and flappy-ears take your real vows.