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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| C’mon now! Are you going to let her get away with that? Huh? Oh. OK then. |
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| Yeah, the human body has remarkable self-healing powers. And if not, there are lots more men out there. |
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| She should watch out… illegal to watch that sort of thing in Britain. Illegal just about everywhere to actually do it too, so don’t worry about a thing – she’s only playing. |
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| Just try to hold onto the memory. For about eight weeks. |
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| I like to be helpful. |
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| 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? |
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| Cathie might need a new lawyer in her stable. She gets through slaves quite quickly – doesn’t look after them properly, truth be told. |
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| She has a plan. |
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| I suppose there’s little chance of either being a blow job? No? Worth asking… |
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| 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. |
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| Erm… sorry, was I supposed to be typing something down here? |
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| Well it matters to the bug. Still, I suppose it’s quite low down in the grand scheme of things. No point paying attention to the feelings of worms or cockroaches, is there? |
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| Yes. How awful it must be for guys with huge cocks, who are into SPH, did you ever think of that? Poor souls… |
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| And I’ll be thinking about her (Lady Sophia Black, ladies and gentlemen!) |
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| The nickname’s a bit unfair. It’s not his fault his breath smells of piss. |
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| Topping from the bottom again, eh? She’ll soon have that sorted out. |
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| One way or another, they do usually bend quite a lot if enough pressure is applied. |
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| Points of view are for observing in a femdom relationship, not for expressing. |
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| Or better, depending on what you’re into. |
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| That’s actually most things, if you think about it. Of course, you’ll have to ask permission. |
I see you shiver with contemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmplation!
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| Ah, were would we be without Mistress Eleise de Lacey, eh? I mean, my sheets would be a lot cleaner, just for a start. |
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| Yes, that would work. |
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| Goodness, there she is again. How does she do that? Unless she has a twin… |
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| If the examining officer can still bend her elbow, the search isn’t complete. |
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| Oh, sometimes one should just give in to temptation. |
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| Or the one before that. |
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| I like to leave these details to my wife too. She’s better at that sort of thing. |
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| Return of an old friend. |
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| On the plus side, they do get lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off. On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed. Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too. |
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| Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh? |
…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.
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| Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules. I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all. |
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| It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time. She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long. Not a problem. |
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| Thank you. Ahhh. |
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| That sounds very fair. |
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| Glad to be of service. It’s the highlight of my month, actually. |
…is there ever any other reason?
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| It’ll help take your mind off the pain, while you’re waiting, anyway. Nothing like ‘more pain’, to do that. |
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| How exciting! I wonder who it is? |
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| It’s good to talk these things through. And then to smack them out. |
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| You’ve either seen the movie or you haven’t. |
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| Can’t stop staring at.. the …gloves…! Oh, er, right! Dinner. yes, right away. |
Now, my dear prisoner, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?
The bad news? Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. Hear that first, to get it over with.
Well, the bad news is that the rest of your life is going to be spent down here, and it is going to be utterly miserable. Your hands will stay cuffed behind your back like that forever, and the hobble chain between your ankles isn’t going away either. You won’t be able to stand up, or even crawl, but you should be able slowly to wriggle around, like a maggot, to get across this cold stone floor. You can scream and shout if you like. No one will hear you. Not even me, and there’s no one else for miles around.
There’s more bad news too. In a moment I’ll be leaving, and I’m going to switch off the light and close the door. So it’ll be pitch dark down here – you’re now in the last few moments of light that you’ll ever experience.
That’s right – look at me. This is the last time you’ll ever see anything. Remember me.
More bad news, I’m afraid. You’re going to die down here. But not immediately. There’s plenty of water and I’ve left some piles of food around. Some of the food’s fresh, so if you can find it, as you inch around in the dark, I’d eat that first, as otherwise it’s going to start rotting. But there’s quite a lot of dry food that should be edible for a few months.
But then that’s it. One day, you’ll be painfully wriggling across the floor in the dark; sniffing and licking wherever you go to try to find more food, and there just won’t be any left. But of course, you’ll never be sure that you’ve found it all, so you’ll probably keep trying, as you get weaker, hopelessly dragging yourself back and forth trying everywhere in this pitch black cellar, until you starve to death – alone, in the dark, with no one to care.
So that’s the bad news.
The good news? Oh – erm, yes, now there was some good news. What was it? Goodness, it’s completely slipped my mind. Oh I don’t suppose it matters. Whatever it was, I’m sure it didn’t really concern you anyway.
Goodbye.
