Category: cane

I was so upset that I cried

… all the way to the chip shop 

(trigger warning: video is unrelated to the subject matter of this blog, although I suppose those with a really really strong cuckoldry and insult fetish might just about find something in it).

 

And she’ll hold on to that very special key, just to make specially sure.

It’s true, actually.  There’s nothing that drives away mild discomfort quite like agony.
A bit foolish, really.  She could easily claim pro-domme rates for acting as his slavemistress and then where would he be?
I eventually got round to asking my wife whether my performance in bed was OK or not.  I was a bit worried, but actually she was very nice about it.  Said it was so long ago she’d completely forgotten after all these years and why would it matter to anyone anyway?  I was so relieved.

Silly wasting money on a bus when it’s only eight miles anyway. Think how good you’d feel putting the bus fare into the fur coat fund instead.  Every little helps.






You’ve got me pretty deep baby

I can’t figure out your watery love

She can help you deal with feelings of guilt, too.


I’ve never seen the point of masturbation gloves, to be quite honest.  I mean why buy a special item of clothing that you’re almost never going to wear?

You could try to bluff your way out. Or grovel.  I think I’d go with grovel… but that’s just me.

Nice to have something to think about, to take your mind off how much it’s going to fucking hurt.

Always consensual. It’s rule number 1.  Well, in my relationship it’s actually rule number 286, but you know what I mean.

It’s all so calculating (she’s got a calculator)

You say you’ll never know him, he’s an unnatural man

It’s not the size anyway, it’s what you do with it.  And how many times.

He can say no, of course. As many times as he likes, actually.
She gets through boyfriends quite quickly, I’ve heard.  Must be a bit fickle, I suppose.  Shame, ‘cos she’s cute.

Looks good on her, don’t you think?  Better than on the donors, I expect.

Actually, there are lots of things they don’t approve of men doing. Good job you’ve got her to protect you.

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.






There’s something she forgot to say to you

Celebrate the conscious liberation of the female state!

The company has a very strict policy agaimst sexual harassment too.  So don’t worry about that. If you’re groped, or propositioned or demeaned in any way, you can complain to your boss, right then and there.

Hmm.  Looks like he’s going to be spending a lot of time bent over the the engine, today.

She might have her own list of course.
Nope.  No hangups there.  None whatsoever. I have five years of blog postings to prove it.

 

Female liberation. Quite the best sort.

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again.  And quite a lot more.  It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.
 

 

Which, in a sense, it is.
 
 

 

No pressure.
 
 

 

They don’t have many repeat clients, I understand.
 
 

 

“I’m OK, you’re a piece of shit?”  “Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?”

Agony aunts

She’s got so much to give.
 
 
So much easier than a long drawn-out evening of silence.  Although, oddly, no quicker.
 
 

 

Boys can be so messy.  Especially during edge-play.
 
 

 

Poor Selina. I hope she’s feeling better.
 
 

 

Oh well… at least you don’t have to get down on your knees and apologise to him properly.

Lick my filthy boots you pathetic little slave!

Occasionally I feel the need for a headline that takes us back to femdom basics. Not everything has to be ironic all the time.  Does it?


Better do as she says.
 
 
 

 

Sounds very sensible.  You get what you don’t pay for.
 
 

 

You’re going to experience some of her choices too.
 
 

 

Oh, OK.  I just like to know.
 
My head is currently very, very fucked!
 





 

Gynophilia/gynophobia

The love of women and the fear of women.  I have both conditions.

Hmmm… She’s merely disappointed, not repulsed. I’ll consider that as progress.

 

It’s a sacred bond – or a device for getting the housework done, depending on whether your finger’s on the button.

 

Don’t worry: he’s very professional.  You can be tied tightly naked over his trestle, and no matter how horny he’s feeling, you won’t have a thing to worry about. Well, except the savage beating you’re about to receive, obviously.

 

…and she does mean everywhere.
She’ll track them down. She’s very persistent. Anyway, can’t have feral males running about the place can we?