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Last of the thing?

I’ve done a few posts about the thing… The thing that’s been doing its thing all this year. Anyway, thank goodness female participation in STEM subjects has been going up, because there seem to have been anti-thing vaccines invented in record time… although, to be fair, the men involved deserve some credit too, I’m sure, as the scientists probably needed a regular supply of coffee at work, and supportive hubbies back home too.

So… this may well be my last post about the thing.  But we’ll see.  Maybe there’ll be another thing.  Whatever happens, I will be here, with a painfully contrived femdom take on the situation.

 

Lots of people are finding life very frustrating at the moment.  She understands that.


 

 

Some of her male patients have actually become clients, since, I understand.  It just goes to show, doesn’t it?  



He doesn’t need to self-isolate because they already did that for him.



My own domme is doing occasional sessions, despite being in tier 2.  When I arrive at her dungeon, I don’t see her straight away. I strip, then I have to coat myself all over in sanitising gel, insert a thick rubber dildo gag and then climb into a thick latex bondage bag before she’ll enter the room.  Then she sits about three metres away, reading a magazine, occasionally mocking me or prodding the bag with a long stick.  So… no different from a session in normal times.  I’m lucky.

 


Actually, the police already know where he lives, because he’s the Chief Inspector.


Love and punishment

Corner time, thankfully, is one of those activities that is largely unaffected by the lockdown. In fact, lockdown is a little like corner time for the entire country, if you think about it (and I have lots of thinking time: several hours most days).

 



There’s no place for this kind of bigotry in the modern world.



Enjoy the view while it’s still unencumbered with tears.




Erm… “because it was a menial occupation that made insufficient use of her prodigious gifts”?


The angelic, diabolic and generally perfect Mistress Eleise, of course, beneath whose notice I have had the privilege on several occasions to crawl in person.  I have never tried her on ‘dumb blonde’ jokes, though… perhaps some more adventurous ‘reader’ could give that a go and let us all know how it works out, if still able to type after the experience.

 


 

He does agree. Several times, every day.  As often as she wants, in fact.

 

And finally a bit of found femdom.  I can’t believe I’ve not encountered* this before.  Nor was I aware that the lovely Alice, of Serena and Alice fame, has a twin sister.  Content warning (1) for those who do not enjoy scenes of brutal torture: contains brutal torture. Content warning (2) for those who do: contains only 1 minute and 45 seconds of it.

Warning 3: the Youtube clip does not appear to be available to viewers located in certain countries.  Gee, if only there were a way to reroute your Internet access through a server in a different country from your own.

* Yes, as a matter of fact I did consider using the lame “come across” joke again.  What of it? 

 

Blonde obedience

But I haven’t even asked yet!

 

Retractable steel blades?  Where’s the fun in that? I prefer her method.



 

Not really.  Sure: it would have been a turn-on.  But would that have made the beatings any easier to take?

 

 

 

It’s all in the wrist.

 

 

To be honest, I didn’t feel like I was running out of things to cry about before.  But I suppose she’s only trying to help.

 

 

A study in scarlet

I don’t know what word that is and I don’t want to.  For some reason, it brings back painful memories.

I’ve often thought its odd how confident dommes often are about what we subs can take or not, given that they’ve usually never tried it on themselves.

 

  

Try not to make an ass of yourself.

 

I can be both.  And so much more.

 

That does sound fun.  I hope she doesn’t charge a fee for taking that half of my income off me, though.  But if she insists, obviously I won’t argue.

 Oh – and in the same theme of the colour red… it took me a while, Furcoat, but I got there eventually. 



 

I’m going to give you some terrible thrills

And truly terrible some of them are, too.

 

She put the mission first, though, and that’s the only thing that really matters.

 

 

Erm… OK.  That sounds different.  Still: I’ll try anything once.

 

Yes.  Start with him.

 

 

 

It is purely hypothetical because, obviously, they won’t have a choice.

 

 

Course she did.

 

 

 

 

Sweetly unreasonable

How very convenient.



 

 

‘Not tonight, I’ve got a headache’?  No?

 

 

 

Living a truly female-led life can involve lots of difficult choices, so it’s good there’s someone else there to make them.



Look at what?  Whatever is she talking about? Do you know?  I have no idea, none at all.

 

 

Pitiful, most likely.  I usually am.


 


Here’s a random and rather lovely thing, by the way.  Who needs boys, anyway?

#anne hathaway from these empty halls held our disease.


I will show you games where the winner never wins

So lock away the childhood and throw away the key.

 

Probably best just to do it.  Discussions about obedience can become very repetitive.

 

 

 

I think the best years of their relationship are ahead of them.

 

 

 

Like many subs, I find there are limits to how much pain I can take… but none to how much I can receive.



Frekke gutter som går av og oversetter bildeteksten under disse bildene, tar bloggen altfor seriøst.

If he doesn’t, they can always turn their attention to the so-called ‘best man’.