The title based of course on the splendid in concept (but disappointing in realisation – just ask a frustated 13 year old desperately looking for femdom material in the early 1980s) nineteenth century novel She, by H Rider Haggard. There’s actually a sequel too, called Ayesha (although I always thought it ought to have been called She’s Back), which puts me in mind of a remarkable lady with a more serious and worthy blog than this one. She has introduced me and others to the concept of “saudade“, which makes me think that I am perhaps spiritually Galician-Portuguese.
Anyway, this isn’t getting those captioned images of female domination onto your screens and into your brains, so we’d better get on with it.
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Or don’t keep calm. That bit’s up to you. |
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I think she’ll come to appreciate the gift in time. Young love is all very well, but experienced wives know the value of a good leather whip. |
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If you’re considering asking for a refund, do bear in mind that she is still holding the whip. |
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I don’t know why some men pay for public humiliation. It’s easy enough to get it for free, I find. |
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She genuinely doesn’t want to drown him. There was such a fuss about the last one, after all. |