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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| Get ready… they’re rough. |
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| It adds a bit of tension to an otherwise dull game. |
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| Very wise. |
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| Oooh. |
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| Of course, there’s always a risk in catching up with old schoolfriends, that they’ll make you feel bad by being, like, waaay more successful. But really, when your future’s the butcher’s hook, there’s no point in drawing fine distinctions, I say. |
The love of women and the fear of women. I have both conditions.
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| Hmmm… She’s merely disappointed, not repulsed. I’ll consider that as progress. |
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| It’s a sacred bond – or a device for getting the housework done, depending on whether your finger’s on the button. |
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| 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. |
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| …and she does mean everywhere. |
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| She’ll track them down. She’s very persistent. Anyway, can’t have feral males running about the place can we? |
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| Women, eh? Sometimes there’s no pleasing them. You try to apologise, and they just run you over with a tank anyway. Still… I guess we wouldn’t have them any other way, eh chaps? |
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| Cathie might need a new lawyer in her stable. She gets through slaves quite quickly – doesn’t look after them properly, truth be told. |
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| She has a plan. |
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| I suppose there’s little chance of either being a blow job? No? Worth asking… |
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| I suppose any Radio 4 listeners amongst you will want to point ou that I got the apostrophe in the wrong place. Radio 4 listeners are like that. The rest of you have no fucking idea what I’m talking about, have you? I don’t know myself sometimes, to be honest. |
Ah well, summer holidays over and it’s back to the daily grind. Which to be honest can leave you quite sore, especially when you then have to get up and go to work. But who am I to argue?
I hope you enjoyed the archival clear-out over August. But not that you enjoyed it so much you did anything you shouldn’t.
Back to normal. More of the same, but written more recently.
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| Down you go. You’ve got at least 10 hours before sunset. |
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| Submissive man not actually very good at housework, in reality! Who’d have thought? |
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| It’s just her thing. Go with it. |
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| She got you, babe. |
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| Yes. Anyway, it really doesn’t matter how big it is, if you’re not allowed to do anything with it. |
Last of the summer whines. A bumper crop.
I’m probably technically ‘back’ from holiday by now, but it’s going to take me a few days to get some quiet time to myself, with a tub of Vaseline, in front of the computer. So let’s have a few more of these.
Then the usual rubbish will resume.
Two weeks in. Or a ‘fortnight’ as we say in the UK. I once told a US domme I was looking forward to seeing her in a fortnight and she told me she was looking forward to seeing me bent over for a paddling for that nonsense and I should write her to apologise. Of course, I immediately had to explain that we Brits prefer to say “write to her” as being more grammatically correct. She took it very well. I wish I could say the same of myself two weeks later.
Where was I?
Oh yes, sorry. More of these.
