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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| Or the one before that. |
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| I like to leave these details to my wife too. She’s better at that sort of thing. |
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| Return of an old friend. |
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| On the plus side, they do get lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off. On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed. Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too. |
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| Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh? |
Oh, Arnold Lane. Pictures are mostly unrelated.
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| Yes…but…in the church? |
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| Actually, on this blog it’s not amazing. It was practically a certainty. |
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| Lots of men feel embarrassed about how they behave during castration. It’s a shame, because it’s not as if they’ll ever get another chance. |
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| I wonder if it’ll feel different, being whipped as a married man…. |
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| Interestingly, the one time they tried vanilla sex, she accused him of being only halfway in when in fact he was fully committed. It’s obviously a thing with her. |
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| Probably best. A little crying and pleading is OK, but after an hour or more it can start to get quite irritating. I’m sure you’d want to spare her that. |
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| The trick is to turn the slave all the way upside down. But I expect she’ll work it out eventually. Some dommes use scissors, but that’s cheating really. |
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| No fool like an old, emasculated fool, eh? |
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| I’m not so sure he was all that gentle… but I guess we can agree to differ. |
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| It’s going to be his special night, too. |
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| Hiding in plain sight. |
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| It’s best not to over-script these things. A really good session always contains surprises, I reckon. |
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| Let’s hope some of them are a bit cleaner, that’s all I can say. |
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| I don’t see this ending well. |
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| It’s silly to make such a fuss about a little thing like that. |
a mouth-soaping, a sound spanking and being sent to bed early without any supper. There’s usually very little pride left after that, I find.
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| Mmmm…kinky! |
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| Every girl should have a boyfriend collection. |
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| It’s good for husbands and wives to talk about the family finances together like this. Exactly like this. |
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| Welcome back. There have a been a few other changes too, but don’t worry, she’ll explain all about those in due course, when you’re wearing your shock collar. |
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| I don’t know about you, but I deplore our modern throwaway society. Time was, girls would really value getting a new slave. Now they can get three for £25 at Primark, they just use them once and chuck them out. It’s a shame, in some ways. |
She’ll do the rest.
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| Well, at least you can be confident you’re in safe hands. They’re obviously all trained professionals – look, they’ve got nurses’ outfits and everything. |
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| Oh well. No regrets, eh? Strawberries are good. |
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| I think she might be right. She usually is. |
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| And where’s the fun in that? |
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| What an unpleasant little tale. Why would anyone write something like that? |
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| I just love that “we agreed”, don’t you? |
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| It’s working if it’s hurting. |
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| Oh, it’ll be fine. What could go wrong? |
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| Sometimes being humiliated is not the most humiliating thing.. |
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| To be fair, it’s been a while since she had a really good orgasm. So, y’know, she’s owed. |
You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet. I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste. I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch. Just lucky, I guess.
Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now? You up for that? Great.
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| The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard. |
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| Cruella, from many many years ago. But still one of the best photo sets ever. The accompanying story was even about castration, you know. Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor. |
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| The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex. In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it. |
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| She’s right, you know. Women are, you see. |
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| Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh… |
I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:
helpless
It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me. The power of words, eh? But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?
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| Everyone should have a hobby. I have several. |
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| I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either. |
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| Oh dear. I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you? Maybe you should have a word. |
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| It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm. I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right? |
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| It’s good to do things together, as a family. |
You have a secret admirer!
No, really. You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago? Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff. And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.
It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff. Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing. She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories. There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice. And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.
Yeah, I know. Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I? I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example. It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them. The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you. It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs. She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake. But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.
I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself. It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.
How did I find it? Oh, I don’t know. Just playing around on the Internet. There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?
Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy! Pretty exciting, huh? Maybe I should be jealous of her!
You ready now? I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.
