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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| Oh no. Don’t tell me I married an escape artist. Again. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry. |
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| Thank goodness it’s nothing personal. |
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| That looks very motivating, doesn’t it? I think just one of those rods would motivate me, so a whole bunch wrapped together like that… I feel motivated just looking at them. |
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| I wouldn’t mind, but he’s the priest who married us and that just seems wrong. Still… very nice shoes. |
… and then the pain is back again, and so it goes on.
Astute readers (both of you) will have recognised a Jane Austen quotation, of course, and realised that you are in for a treat. Oh yes – regency femdom! More hot chicks in empire-line dresses! And long sentences, in elegant serifed fonts instead of that dreadful modern Gill Sans.
Swoon on.
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| I don’t have much time to think about sex – too busy running this blog and there’s nothing remotely sexy here. |
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| If I’m an adult man, surely I should be allowed to stay up after 8 o’clock? |
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| I never know if it’s one kiss or two. |
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| Only a bit useful. But that’s more than he used to be. |
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| Maybe she’s only looking at Tumblr. No naked women on Tumblr. Vile racism, lies and misinformation, even ‘humorous’ captions about torture and castration, reblogged from here. But no ladies with their clothes off, than goodness, so society is safe. |
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| Well, I’m… I mean they’re shoes, it’s no big… erm. Oh all right then. |
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| Her client minds. But no one cares what he thinks. |
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| Sounds complicated… I’ve forgotten the rules already. Good thing she’s got a whip. |
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| A lot of men are a bit resistant to having an implant, but I’ve never heard a man who had it complain, so maybe the best thing is just give it a go? |
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| Jeremy doesn’t complain, either. Obviously a very happy marriage. |
Grand, epic, homicidal.
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| Armpit Fetishist Monthly is just another example of the decline of traditional media, another fine publication swept away by the Internet. I recall their cookery page with particular affection. |
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| My office established a system of disciplinary procedures for inappropriate sexual activity. Which to my mind is just having your cake and eating it too… or would be, were I allowed cake. |
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| I’m thinking of paella – perhaps a nice Rioja to go with it? And maybe Roger might like to try bastinado, in keeping with the Spanish theme. |
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| With luck, she’ll take up chewing gum obsessively. |
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| Love hurts and so does she. |
Now it’s your turn.
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| I suppose a little light felching’s not going to harm my heterosexual credentials. |
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| Brave? I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘fear’. Janice does, though. |
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| Safewords only work if you’re actually safe. |
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| Goths, eh? Better humour her, she’s obviously very upset. |
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| Or unless they commit serious crimes, such as making sexist jokes or publishing disrespectful captioned images of famous actresses, obviously. |
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| The ureasonable thing would be to tolerate disobedience, surely? |
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| They might put on a lesbian show for you, if you’re lucky. |
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| He gets to eat the grape first. Yum. |
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| Dommes and their pets. I visited a pro-domme once and I got a scary thrill when she asked if I could pick up a tin of catfood on the way. But it just turned out to be for her cat! Slaves get dogfood; it’s less fatty apparently although it has always seemed pretty fatty to me. Anyway, I’m sure Fluffles gets a healthy diet. |
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| Oooh – looks like someone’s going to try switch play! He shouldn’t worry, though: she’s only planning to switch roles once. |
What a lovely word. I am her thrall.
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| Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about! |
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| It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death. |
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| I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth. |
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| Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play. |
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| He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office. |
You know – the thing that’s going on. That thing. Here are some hurriedly thrown together captions about the thing.
You see, it’s just like I always say. Everything is femdom.
Even the thing.
So… those are my captions about the thing. Now, as I’m just sitting around at home all day, these days, I’ll just get back to reading the Trip to Matilda’s story on Freddie’s blog. Which I am enjoying a lot, actually. You might too, who knows? Only one way to find out, isn’t there?