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… now there was a reason. What on earth was it? Ermmm… let me think. |
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| It’s her next project for the garden, after the sun deck is all done. |
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| They say that dieting requires self-discipline, but I’ve never found I needed any. |
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| Oh, humour her. Women can be silly about these things. An occasional waterboarding is a small price to pay for a harmonious mariage, hmm? |
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| Nothing. Yet. |
… if it weren’t so sad.
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| Actually, there’s a perfectly simple explanation. Just tell her you’re a pervert. |
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| You can get quite sweaty dressed up like that. Hope the other guests have brought plenty of liquids. |
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| Hee hee. Brad might think he’s her favourite lover, but she doesn’t put the spotty socks on for him, does she? I know where her true affections lie. Anyway, better get on with it, there’s ironing to do (yum!). |
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| Very true. We each have our special skill. Mine is ‘incompetence’. |
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| Blubbolow fllabbo ploh? |
Never quite sure what The Who were complaining about in that song. Looks to me like an idyllic childhood.
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| You can earn free hair grips and stuff when you spend money too – pretty cool, huh? |
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| She tries so hard… but usually fails. |
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| That’s a bit unfair. I once told my SO that I could do any job a woman can do, so she arranged an internshp at a brothel, giving blow-jobs to oil rig workers on shore leave. To be honest, I wasn’t quite as good at it as the girls but I had plenty of clients once they priced me at a 95% discount. |
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| Yeah, how about it Dave? Equal pay for equal work. Stand up for yourself and be a man, for once. Or ‘you go, girl!’. Whatever. |
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| Our pillory’s my special place. I can spend hours at a time in there, not really doing anything in particular, you know? |
… but do we really want to let animals vote?
More visions of a saner political future than our crazy, testosterone-fuelled present. More can be found by clicking “bit of politics” in the word cloud over there >>>>, although some of those are from a darker, more… hard-core future.
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| Let’s hope she’s not trying for a multiple orgasm today. |
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| If they do a good job, she’ll probably want to buy the monthly pass. Works out a lot cheaper. |
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| Hi Belinda. You know, about pain play… I’ve been thinking. |
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| And then he has to sow the wheat but after that he can take a bit of a rest until harvest time. Apart from practicing for the competition at the Country Fair, obviously. |
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| Oh dear. I hope she’s not too disappointed. |
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| Very sensible of her to discuss it straight away, so they can sort whatever it is out and get on with their marriage. |
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| I suppose it’s good that she’s finally getting more use out of them. Normally, she puts them on once a month at most and even then she only uses one finger and a thumb of the left glove. |
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| Nothing humiliating there… move on. |
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| Oh, Susan will blame him. She needn’t worry about that. He should, though. |
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| Mind what? Why can’t the ladies featured on this blog just say what they mean? It’s maddening, it really is. |
just call for the men in tights!
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| Well… those are two of her spanking aprons, anyway. She has more. |
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| You never know when you’ll need to do some sudden washing up in the middle of the night. |
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| Hmm.. Turned out they don’t have a vibrator at the reception desk, but they sent up a couple of their room service guys anyway and they were able to sort the problem out, so that was OK. Pretty impressive customers service, I’d say. |
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| Now you see that’s just typical of my wife – she sends me out to buy the stuff but doesn’t tell me what she wants it for! Now I’m going to have to buy both – she hasn’t heard the last of this, you know! |
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| The magic’s still there. |
… but she rarely lets me.
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| I don’t want to do anything she disapproves of. It’s too painful. |
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| Always expect the unexpected. Except on this blog, where we ran out of ideas years ago and just keep recycling the same old tropes. |
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| It’s only a small bottle, but they deliver them in packs of 24, annoyingly. |
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| Sure, darling, of course, I… do you know, I don’t seem to have a pen with me? What a shame, I’ll just – what’s that? You have one with you, darling? Oh. Oh good. Right. So I just sign…? There. Right. |
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| Mmm… blackmail fetish and schoolgirl play combined! Lots of fun. |
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| Not much of a twist in the storyline in that caption I’ll admit, but sometimes the expression is just, perfectly right. |
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| And they say romance is dead. |
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| Watch out for the bottom-pinchers. |
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| If they manage to catch him and chain him up again, I expect they’ll work out their anger together. |
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| Don’t be afraid to give in to your feelings, Diana. Do not try to fight who you are. |
and if you’re lucky I expect she’ll tease you.
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| I expect she was just joking. Like the castration stuff – you shouldn’t take her too seriously when she says things like that. |
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| Well, OK, as long as I don’t have to try to be brave. |
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| So she should. |
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| It worked on the first seven males she encountered. Not the brightest, human males, are they? |
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| Two lonely people… why not give it a go? What’s the worst that can happen? |