Category: bruises

Strict confidence

Oh, it could have been any little thing, really. Husbands bruise up so easily. My SO’s stopped worrying about it.
If you were complaining to yourself about how annoyingly vanilla they were being, when you’d really wanted a heavy pain session, then today you’re in for a treat.
Eugh, she’s in danger of leaving that old chewing gum smeared across the hotel sheet. I hope she knows a method for cleaning that off.
No, you don’t want the wrong size. Remember: the right size is ‘ridiculously, embarassingly short’.
The other guy thought it was her and is therefore currently undergoing a bit of a psychological life-crisis.
Sometimes with these big stars, you just have to humour them. Like when Gal Gadot arrives on set and all the males present have to bow down and kiss the floor in front of her. I mean, probably most of them would anyway, but it ‘s actually in her contract, so…

At her mercy

If she has any.

It’s all right, he has a desk job so as long as he can basically limp in and his fingers aren’t too bruised to type, it’ll be OK.
Apparently it’s best not to think about it too much. But then, when it happens, it’s hard to think about anything else. Dilemma, really. Where’s all that thoughtlessness that got you into this mess, when you really need it?
I expect the two of them will get a bit jealous, of all five of you down there together.
Don’t worry: she’ll make sure you get what you deserve.
Actually, professional wrestling’s all for show: no one really gets hurt. Of course, as an amateur, that doesn’t apply to you, but it’s nice to know, isn’t it?
I don’t know what she’s talking about; just put this up because I thought the two of them looked pretty.

It’s the pleasure and the pain

 Nice video, shame about the song.

 

 

What – I can’t even make a suggestion?  No?  Oh, OK then.

 

 

 

And very nicely bruised too, if I may say so, thank you, Ma’am.

 

 

 

Goodness, how unpleasant it would be to be paddled by her.  I expect you regret now not thinking this through, right?

 

 

 

Unpardonable, because at OWK the males get plenty to eat.  Not all of it technically ‘food’ the way that word is usually defined, but they certainly ingest a lot of things through their mouths – and other orifices too.

 

 

Maybe she’d respect you more if you stood up for yourself?  Can’t hurt to try.  Although she’s not one to change her mind easily… and neither, if I’m being honest, is her mother.  Maybe better to cower, after all.  Fetch the whip, anyway: best not to keep her waiting.

 

 

Since you’ve read down this far, you’re probably desperate an avid follower of femdom, so maybe you already know this, but the Cruella site has some lovely stuff up right now.  The ‘Cruella’s World’ page has a lot of photos and some photostories.  Some of the stories are from the old Cruella magazine, back in the 90s, including two of my favourites (because they are delightfully vicious) from back then: Rise & Fall of Men’s Lib and Thumbs Up.  Others are more modern… I even wrote one of them, under a pseudonym (a different pseudonym, I mean, cos ‘Servitor’ is not my real name, remarkably enough).  Anyway.  Get on over there, it’s wonderful.  Even some rare photos of Miss Chambers and her lovely, lovely nose.

Divine Order

I worship her divine shadow.
 

I’ve had a few bruising relationships myself, but I usually have to pay for them.
 
Unless she forgets, obviously.
It’s obviously preying on her mind, the poor thing.
I pay a sex worker to have vanilla intercourse, once a month.  She usually sends me a picture of the lucky guy.








She’ll get round to yours.  You just need to wait very patiently.  Try shifting your weight from side to side a bit if your knees are starting to hurt.