Simply divine, darling

These things happen.  So do canings.

Pnk’s nice.  It’s a bit showy but manhide isn’t cheap, so why not flaunt it?

You have to hold the toungue very still while you do it, basically.  And of course, you can’t really use a gag, so you have to not mind screaming.  Fortunately, she doesn’t.

Works for me.

It’s not the actual intercourse, it’s the cuddle afterwards, I find.






Tales of shame and degradation

Kinky and socially useful at the same time!  What’s not to like?

Better be worth it… I need those fingers for my everyday sex life.

He did mind.  But she didn’t.

Oh well. Live and learn.

Don’t diss housework simulators.  After a hard day’s ironing, there’s nothing I like better than to relax with SimLaundry 3.  I’m about to earn the 10,000 pleated skirt achievement.


Begging her pardon

I’m ready for a fuck, too.  Have been for several years, now.  Oh well.

If they win this one, they’ll be up against the winners of the boys school competition, in the final.  I think they’ll probably give the boys quite a hard time, don’t you?

Aww… sweet.
 This is from the excellent Men are Slaves site, which in addition to the pay site identified on the photo, has a remarkably generous tumblr with free samples.

You only live once, I say.

She could try asking him after the session.


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.

Respectful silence


Get ready… they’re rough.
 

 

It adds a bit of tension to an otherwise dull game.
 
 

 

Very wise.
 

 

Oooh.
 
 
 
Of course, there’s always a risk in catching up with old schoolfriends, that they’ll make you feel bad by being, like, waaay more successful. But really, when your future’s the butcher’s hook, there’s no point in drawing fine distinctions, I say.
 
 

Maternalistic society

 

 

Oh, Gigi Allens is so lovely.
 

 

Hey, it’s a free country. Well, except for the slavery, obviously.
 

 

She does respect your opinion – but only when it is the same as hers. That seems fair.
Yes, you’re right, it is Jean Bardot.  Well spotted.



Remember: you can’t be humiliated if you have no self respect to begin with.


 

 

As if it wasn’t bad enough having to sit through a 9-hour flight on a well-caned bottom.

Esclavage, inégalité, sororité!

 
OK, so it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as the original.  But happy Bastille Day, anyway! 

My favourite verse, lightly adapted:

Grande Déesse! Par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De viles despotesses deviendraient
Les maîtresses de nos destinées !

Francophony or not, we can surely all celebrate a day named after a dark and gloomy dungeonlike prison in which unspeakable tortures took place, and even the Marquis de Sade (surely worth celebrating in our community, despite his peculiar ideas about which sex should whip the other) was imprisoned, so  –

What’s that?  Bastille Day celebrates the liberation of the prisoners?  Oh dear me, we can’t be doing with that.  Bloody French; get everything backwards.  Never mind, forget it, relâchez-vous!

Marchons! Marchons!

 

Sweet financial domination
She’s always had a kind generous nature like that.  One of those people who loves doing favours for her friends, you know?

 

Good thing you clarified that.  It’ll be all right now.




Sex with a whip
Imagine not being turned on by the thought of whipping!  Some people are so weird. 
You had one job.

 

Isn’t that romantic?

Like lovers do

 

Sex..?. Don’t talk to me about sex.  I tried it once – not tryin’ that again.  Nearly got me ‘ead stuck! 
Joke copyright Alexei Sayle.
 

 

It’s wilful impertinence on your part.  So’s being too early, obviously.
 
 
Scurry scurry scurry…

 

 



Don’t worry.  She’s quite sweet, really.  When she’s not in a bad mood.



 
 

 

In space, no one can hear you sigh with hopeless romantic infatuation…

And he loves it when she beats his brains out

(he’s pecked to death but he loves the pain)

She’s not talking to you.
 
 

 

I think you’re about to get a free session.
I think we can all agree and rejoice that this is the lovely Jean Bardot, can we not?
 

 

Hmmm.  Two captions in one post about a domme actually hurting someone who doesn’t want to be hurt.  Servitor – reprinting the same old shit since 2011.
 
 

 

I like an unhurried session.  For example, I’ve got a humiliation scene going that’s been building nicely for… oooh, about 47 years now.
 
 

 

Bloody typical!  Doesn’t ask me how my day was, does she?  But to be fair, it’s hard to say at this stage whether it’s been a good, bad or howlingly agonising day.  Not until she’s decided.

Verified by MonsterInsights