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And when force is gone, there’s always Mom

Hi Mom!

She’s right you know.  It’s the first thing a new husband should learn: always ask permission.  Humbly.  Even when she’s being an impossible girl.

Boundaries, consequences… firmness.  I was reading about it in a book about making your marriage work.  Well… I say it was about marriage. Technically, it was about dog training.  But the principles are the same.

Best years of his life.  And many, many more to come, I suspect.

I am.  They have a mission statement, you know. It’s quite inspiring.  Oh… now what was it again?

Boundaries, consequences.  Didn’t I tell you?






Consent, given freely

OK, deep breath. Now, I suspect that for 98% or so of you this warning and disclaimer is not necessary but the Internet is a big place and most of the readers here are male, so the average IQ isn’t so high… and I do just occasionally worry that someone might misinterpret (or, in true Internet outrage style, get offended on behalf of someone else who might misinterpret etc etc etc) what is posted here.


So… just to be clear, this blog is basically intended to be funny in a slightly surreeal manner as well as sexy, even if it often fails to be either. Got it?  It is not intended to be realistic or a guide to safe BDSM play.  Or complicated ropework or the politics of BDSM, just like the disclaimers say, OK?

If this information is in any way new to you… if you’ve previously taken the posts here to be an accurate depiction of aspects of the BDSM scene, then  I’d suggest the following. Firstly, don’t read the captions below.  Secondly, contact a domme, book a session.  In my experience They are all really, really nice and understanding, OK? Nothing to worry about. You’ll have a great time. Anyway, tell Her you’d like a humiliation session, maybe school-based, in which She berates you for being such a dumb idiot, calls you a moron, all that kind of thing, OK?  Mistress and very stupid slave play, basically.  Because – and it’s just a guess here – I think you’d be really, really good at that.



Rest of you still here?  Jolly good. It’s a themed post today – read them in order.







The basic theme today, by the way, was somewhat inspired by the wonderful work of Miss Irene Clearmont.  Very few femdom books are worth actually buying on Amazon (hey – great name!).  Hers are, in my humbled opinion.

Sing when you’re losing






Boys can do anything girls can do. Just not as well, and usually only after some ‘encouragement’.

If it’s any consolation, the staff at the Re-education camp enjoy scenarios involving punishment, too. Especially with male doms. So there’s that.

It’s like smoking – easier never to start.







Hope that put your mind at rest.







Like I said: not as well and after some encouragement.


Imagine no possessions

It’s easy if you try – and find the right life-partner.

How do you like them apples?

Aww… that’s rather sweet.  I hope he’ll be OK after she retires next monh.
I
can’t stand those macho men who boast about the size of their chastity
belts, can you? It’s not the size that matters anyway, it’s what you’re
not allowed to do with it.

Now isn’t that just typical? Something goes wrong and she just assumes it’s Roger’s fault!  Maybe the guests got the date wrong, did she think of that? I expect Roger’ll have a few words to say to her, if he can still speak after the whipping. And if she removes the spreader gag, obviously.

Of course, if she’s fully paid up with a lump sum, then the longer he lives, the more it’ll cost the divorcee storage firm.  Still, I’m sure they won’t allow thoughts of that to divert them from behaving professionally towards him at all times.







….and just forRalph D:


Makes your feet and fingers glow


No, not that. (Warning: SFW)


This.


I don’t bother too much about fashion myself.  Life’s easier when all you wear is a steel collar. I’m never out of style because I’m never allowed out.










Practice makes perfect.  Next!











Many brides encounter disappointment on their wedding nights.  She just needs to make the best of it and move on, I reckon.









Married couples should try to share one another’s interests. It’s about making an effort: an act of the will. Sure, he’s not so interested in cock, but maybe he could just bend from time to time, hmm?  Is it so hard?






I went to see Justice League.  I’ve got to say, I have mixed feelings about it.  Maybe… oh I don’t know… 20% of the movie is really great but the other 80% was just meh for me. There was some really shoddy camerawork too – like on several occasions, you could clearly see actors in shot, speaking lines and stuff like that, and blocking the view of Gal?  That’s just unprofessional.



Femalevolent



Let’s hope she does want to treat him nicely.







Any particular flavour?







I think Hugh should stand up to them. I mean, is he a man or a mouse?







It would probably be OK to use any one of the Approved Slave Apology Phrases # 23 – 38 in reply.  Or several, even.







Well, that’s thoughtful.  Just what I needed.

By the way, I’ve been keeping this quiet partly because I don’t want him closed down, but there’s a chap with an account on archive.org
who must own an industrial-quality scanner, who appears to be
digitising what looks to be a large lifetime collection of (mainly
British) material relating to… well, our interests.  The vast majority
of it is fem sub but even if only 5% of it is FD, the sheer volume he
is posting there makes it rather significant in itself.  I make no
judgments on the copyright issues, let alone the rather more serious
violation of this blog’s code involved in publishing material in which men oppress
women (they’re only lengthening the charge sheet against them, for when
we finally achieve the righteous smack of firm government) but I leave
it to you to decide. 

Pretty brutal





Falling.  In love.





That’s right. If you think about it, what could be more sexually empowering than paying another man to undertake the work of actually carrying out the fucking?
Time you got a watch.

Well… as long as there’s nothing perverted involved I suppose it’ll be OK.
I’ve always had this extraordinary talent for perceiving what women are thinking, when they look at me. A knack, you might say. 


It’s Christmas time, and there’s no need to be afraid

but it can spice things up a bit.


Next Christmas you can give her sole title to the house and all your finances.





And there’s New Year to look forward to after that.


I’m sure she can find a way of taking your mind off it.

I like turkey, but I hope Mike and Juan don’t give me any more of that special eggnog. It tasted weird…







Funnily enough, the year after they all gave each other little leather purses. What are the odds, eh?


Campaign and humiliation

On the way to a better tomorrow.

Just been sent some campaign material by a certain political party. Probbaly going to be seeing these on billboards all across the country in the run-up to 2020.



















 

That’s all the campaign material I have for now.  Well, there was one more thing in the box.  But I don’t think this was intended for publication – looks like their agency’s briefing on a TV spot they’re planning. Can someone let me know if they ever see the finished ad?