Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
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| Oh no. Don’t tell me I married an escape artist. Again. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry. |
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| Thank goodness it’s nothing personal. |
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| That looks very motivating, doesn’t it? I think just one of those rods would motivate me, so a whole bunch wrapped together like that… I feel motivated just looking at them. |
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| I wouldn’t mind, but he’s the priest who married us and that just seems wrong. Still… very nice shoes. |
Now it’s your turn.
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| I suppose a little light felching’s not going to harm my heterosexual credentials. |
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| Brave? I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘fear’. Janice does, though. |
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| Safewords only work if you’re actually safe. |
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| Goths, eh? Better humour her, she’s obviously very upset. |
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| Or unless they commit serious crimes, such as making sexist jokes or publishing disrespectful captioned images of famous actresses, obviously. |
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| They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And so do hunger, cold, discomfort and terror. |
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| It’s actually the sign of a really considerate, thoughful guy not to protest when his date decides to fuck someone else whose more attractive. Sweet guys like that are the ones that the really hot girls all want to settle down with, eventually. I’m told. |
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| They taste much the same. Don’t wriggle quite as much while you’re waiting for permission to chew, that’s the only real difference, I find. |
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| He has ambitions to be a Junior Housemaid’s assistant, but I suspect that’s beyond his reach. Still, one can dream. |
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| If it’s sunny, he’d better wear a hat. Fortunately he has lots of hats: it’s almost the only kind of present he ever gets.* Everyone seems to think it’s such an original gift idea… it would be heartless to tell them – and despite everything, he’s not a bitter man. |
* Thank you Iain M Banks, Use of Weapons.
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| Silly, really, to get rid of stock that’s hardly even damaged, but that’s their policy. |
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| Often, when smokers give up, they undertake some symbolic act of renunciation: crushing the cigarette pack beneath their shoes, for example, or just throwing it onto a fire. Something like that might be worth trying too, to make clear all that nonsense is in your past, now. |
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| Not sure about the colour swatches, though. I think the traditional dark grey is still best. |
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| I expect they just didn’t get the original joke. Try explaining it more slowly. |
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| And they say porn doesn’t really cause any harm… |
I don’t know why this always happens but no sooner had I put up the latest post detailing the loving matriarchal embrace of President Hathaway’s administration, than another pile of posters that seem to indicate a very different political future awaiting us appeared in my imaginary time machine.
Is it a warning? A promise?
Mistress Apple, there, of course and she’s right, they will.
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| Off to your mystery honeymoon destination. Exciting! |
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| My SO enjoys watching me write my name. There’s a whole bunch of forms waiting for me, as soon as I’ve finished this post. They’re all in Arabic, so I’ve no idea what they say but apparently they’re very important. |
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| Peggy pegs. |
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| People can be so cruel. Especially men. Bastards. |
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| He can explore his submisive side. Or not. It really won’t make much of a difference either way. |
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| It does, actually. But it was never very good at it, anyway, so no loss really. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry. |
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| She can track your progress with the little chip thing they insert under your skin. If she can be bothered. |
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| Damn… she’s right. Eight years I’ve been writing this blog and… oh well. |
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| Thank goodness everyone’s safe. Everyone who matters, anyway. |
The boys get lonely after you leave. I’ve featured this before, of course.
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| I have to admit she’s right there. |
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| Breaking up is always painful – this no more so than most. |
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| Silly old Kurt – fucks my wife, takes my money… I think he’s just covering up feelings of insecurity. |
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| No regrets, though. She doesn’t allow them. |
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| Awww…., isn’t she sweet? How could anyone say no to that? |
More scenes from World War M. So much violence and destruction, so many lives lost, even if mercifully few of them were female. Was it necessary? Couldn’t the world have taken an easier path towards global female supremacy?
I guess we’ll never know.
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| Don’t worry: Janine would never let you be eaten by some cat on the street. She has her own cat whom she loves dearly. |
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| You can buy her gifts too. Lots of them, to make sure there are at least a few she’ll like. |
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| It’s going to be kind of like the Revenant but without clothes. Or the bear. And shorter. |
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| I read a men’s lib magazine once when I was a teeanger – it was being passed around the boys at school, you know. I didn’t understand much of it, but it suggested that readers try to discuss some of the ideas in it with the women in their lives, so I asked one of my sisters and she explained it to me at length. |
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| That’s the trouble with marriage problems – one day you think everything’s fine, that you’re in love and nothing can ever disturb that: then before you know it you’re hanging naked on a meat hook about to be castrated. You woinder where it went wrong, you know? The important thing to remember is that it’s all your fault. |
