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.
More of these.
I should apologise to male readers in advance, many of whom may find some of the material here not to their taste: several of the captions contain a lot of words, some of them quite long and obscure, such as ‘vicarious’, ‘distraught’ and ‘conscientious’. If it’s too difficult for you, try asking a woman (if you know any) what the words mean, or you can just masturbate to the pictures of the pretty ladies looking stern, all right?
OK: that’s not strictly accurate: obviously I am a doormat. But I’m not just a doormat, you know? I am also a foot-rest, a cup-holder, a draft excluder, a bookshelf end and a rather amusing vase for flowers. Although no more than three of those things simultaneously.
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| It’s odd how sometimes the most sadistic individuals so often realise later that they weren’t cruel enough. My SO has this problem all the time: you’d think she’d learn and stop being so lenient. |
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| So… does that mean next week it’s my turn again? No? Oh. |
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| There seems to be quite a lot of shared understanding in that room. Obviously some great teaching techniques being applied. |
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| Lion? Lover-boy? Lady-killer? Liposome? Leprechuan? |
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| Perhaps they could somehow transplant the ones from the real rapist? After a fair trial and conviction, obviously. Oh – he already lost them in the police station? That’s unlucky. Funny how often that happens… you’d think the police would take more care. |
Sorry about that. I find it hard to resist a pun, no matter how bad. If only there were someone who could mete out painful consequences for such lapses of judgement on my part… whom I could pay to judge me, find fault and punish me. But obviously no such profession exists, so I suppose I’ll just carry on.
Anyway, Downton day today! I won’t say where I got the photos. You might recognise the sytyle, I’ve used similar before. The photographer has a lot more on his web site and I’m sure you can find it but probably best not to jump there straight from this site as I doubt he would appreciate this particular use of his images. I wouldn’t want to have to take this post down … ton.
P.S. Nothing at all to do with Downton but Oh My Goddess look at this!
I do a lot of snivelling. I feel it is an under-rated and much-maligned activity; you rarely see the word used in a positive context.
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| It is truly better to give than to receive, my SO always says, a particularly relevant thought to bear in mind in this festive season. |
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| Go on then… let’s get it over with… |
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| Which nice things to buy, maybe? |
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| He always wanted to be considered ‘statuesque’. Now he will be. |
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| To experience an after-life you have to have had a life, so I don’t think this is what my future looks like. |
And you know I feel no sorrow. (Warning: video is SFW and unrelated).
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| Sounds like there’s a good mutual understanding here of what’s important in the relationship. |
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| Sequentially or concurrently? |
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| I dunno… when I do a schoolboy session I can barely concentrate on maths enough to count to six. Which is unfortunate, because I usually have to do that quite a lot. |
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| Raoul likes to take his time over things. Not like me – I’m very quick to get things finished, if I’m given the chance. |
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| She used to be a dominatrix – the pay was better but there’s so much more job satisfaction this way. |
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| Just go with it, Robert. See where it takes you. |
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| He’ll be genius-level. And that’s just the first batch. |
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| Unlike many dominant ladies, my own SO quite enjoys it when I disagree with her. Says she finds it stimulating – I do too. |
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| There are some very responsible positions available. Of course, George would have to serve his time as a tampon boy, but do a good job there for a few years and the sky’s the limit. |
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| She’s doing the scene a real service. |
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| She could well be right. Early on in our relationship, my SO visited a therapist who told her to try dealing with her feelings frustration by beating the living daylights out of me. Worked. |
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| You get health benefits too – mostly regular exercise and a healthy diet. |
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| I guess we’re both disappointed about the whole situation. |
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| That’s a museum ship, by the way: HMS Belfast. Worth a visit, if you’re in London, but the guns obviously can’t fire any more and all the seamen left a long time ago. |
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| My own car just stays locked in the garage all the time, these days. I don’t know why I bother to keep it, really. |
… you would never break the chain.
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| Oh, not again… |
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| Do you know, I think I might be so full after all that, I don’t think I could face a dessert? But fortunately, no one cares what I think. |
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| I’ve suffered from a few sexual complaints in my time. |
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| Well, it’s hardly my fault. I mean – I just glanced at her. For two seconds – three, tops! |
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| It’s tough, being a responsible adult. So I’ve heard. |
No, not Archie’s dad. Her. I always have been. Rapture!
But no captioned images of the divine Mistress Deborah, I am afraid, as the available ones tend to be fuzzy vid-caps. Just the usual sort of thing, you know.
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| But only if you want to, obviously. |
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| The anaestheologist is very skilled in pain management, so there’s no need to worry. |
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| And don’t imagine there’ll be any ankles nakedly on display or anything lewd of that nature! |
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| She’s got some suitable things for you to wear too. |
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| They’re also going to have a little practice the day before, to make sure everything goes smoothly on the big day. Just on a bit of you that no one will notice. |
…but I have found that lying hurts even more.
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| I suppose it can’t hurt to try. |
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| Don’t worry – it’s not the end of the discussion. There’ll be plenty of time for more apologies. |
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| Actually, I had a bad experience just like this one. I thought I’d met the dominant woman of my dreams, but actually all she wanted was unpaid labour in her garden and it never really developed beyond that to a proper FLR, so after seventeen years I gave up on it. She still calls occasionally… and of course I don’t mind popping round for a few hours or days when she does, but I think we both realise the spark was never there. |
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| They originally had proper school lessons but there’s not really much point teaching anything to boys who are only going to leave the school in a hearse, so most schoolwork consists of writing lines. |
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| Not a problem I’ve ever had, I’ll admit. |