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.

Turning…back again

Ages since I did one of these.  I am afraid the muse just doesn’t strike me quite as often as she used to.

Turning points!  Captioned images of situations that are not femdom!  But might be.. do you see?

Oh, just click on ‘turning points’ in the side menu bar thing there if you don’t understand.  Or just look at the pictures of pretty ladies and masturbate anyway. Doesn’t bother me!

 

 

 
 

 

 
 
 
 

 

Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me.  I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply.  Just saw some friends.

You smell nice.  Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually.  Rather thoroughly.


Strange sort of life, we live.  Well, I do anyway.  But so do you, probably.


Fucking off now, Ma’am.
 

 

Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while.  In this case, about 11 minutes.
 

 

I have a very literal mind.  It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.
 
 
She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics
 
 

 

Yurshhh mw’am.  Gulp.  Bleah!


Smoke gets in your eyes

…and the ash stays on your tongue for ages…and I find bits from the butt sometimes get stuck between my teeth.

But it’s worth it.  (trigger warning: vanilla, unrelated link).

Help in the sense of carrying him, while she provides the managerial input.
The awesome Mistress de Lacey. Now in Paris!  A garde, les citoyens!
 
 

 

Yeah. He certainly used to have a name of some sort.  Whatever it was.
 

 

I like the sound of Lucy already.
 
 
Men are built a bit like those stackable chairs, you know? Symmetric, front and back.  Handy when storage space is at a premium.

 

It’s bothering him more and more, I think.
 

 

 

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?

Devotional abuse

I’m sure she’s very fair-minded.
The wonderful Eleise de Lacy, whom I had the immense privilege of meeting a few months ago.  As extraordinary, beautiful and creative in person as she seems in the brilliant Femme Fatale videos.
 

 

And afterwards… especially afterwards.
 
 
Hmmm.  What a bit of luck to catch you cheating on her just as she was next to a shop selling whips! 
 
 

 

Just one less thing to worry about.
 
 

 

You’d better.
 
 

 

 

Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure.  Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.
 

 

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

 

Details, details.  Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?
 

 

These details matter to her.  So now they matter to you.
 

 

A very fair point.  On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!
 

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost.  Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.

At this moment, you mean everything

You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh,
come on Eileen..pleeease.

 
 

 

It’s good to be fit. You get to be flogged further, before collapsing.
 

 

Oh, OK.  And I suppose my opinion counts for nothing, here?
 
 
Good thing you have an ironing fetish!  You don’t?  Oh. Oh well.
 
 
Shall I compare thee to a… errrr… purple cucumber?  Thou art more knobbly and thy veins pulse with lust…
 

 

One of my virtual girlfriends is programmed to find out about the others, and ridicule me. 

Actually, that’s not true. I can’t keep a virtual girlfriend for long.  They always reject me.  So unkind…

 

Too late to reconsider

(no one’s gonna wanna know yer… trigger warning: vanilla video unrelated to femdom)

It took him ages to get her interested in golf, you know.
 

 


Men can be such drama queens.  Getting upset over the littlest things.
 
 

 

Oh, OK.  As long as I know. Thanks.
 
 
What a sad little caption.  Sad little servitor wrote it.
 
 

 

 
Press them but not mount them.
 
 
 

Penile servitude

Aooooarrrahhh-oooo, eeehhhhuuuh!

 

 

I’m sure we’ve all been there.
 
 
 
That’s true, actually.  I mean, I certainly don’t experience pain the way my Significant Other does. I experience it a lot more frequently, for a start.
 
 

 

“Just” in the sense of “only”
 
 
 



Hmm.  16 orgasms in less than a minute. Quite a performance.  Let’s try not to repeat it.