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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| If you do forget when you’re shopping for her things, just ask one of the assistants to slap you across the face a few times. Should bring it right back. |
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| Of course, they can still say no. As often as they like, actually. |
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| Aren’t you the lucky one? |
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| Not very much later. Actually, he’ll be ready after the first couple of strokes. But she won’t. |
Goodness, it’s ages since I wrote a story. I feel greatly refreshed.
Anyway, back to the captioned images of female domination.
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| The frantic begging for mercy can get a bit tiresome too. Why can’t they just shut up and let her get on with it? |
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| See how he’s allowed to use his hands and that little brush? I think she’s too soft on him. |
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| Actually, a lie-in would have been nice. Never mind. Maybe next year. |
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| I don’t know where she finds them. Looking at her, I suspect the answer might be “everywhere”. |
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| You need to build trust here. Try offering her something, something you value greatly. |
An interesting word I found recently, that means pretty much what you’d expect it to mean really. And it’s very, very much what this blog is all about.
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| Mostly “love, honour and obey” covers it, but she has expanded the “obey” part, providing a bit more detail. Well – quite a lot more, actually. |
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| I’d tell you what the word was, but I’m nearly out of soap myself. |
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| Always an optimist, that Orwell. |
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| Not that it did Fred any good in the long run. |
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| Men can be so unreasonable. Alice accepted the compromise after only a few hours discussion. She’s not happy, but she’s prepared to accept it. |
Willpower…I lack it, She has it in abundance. There is a deal to be done here.
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| He has so much to learn… |
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| I think it’s the healthy outdoor air that’s the main attraction. |
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| Silly really, because he’s paying a fortune to be there for the month – and there’s such a long waiting list to get in. |
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| I don’t want to give the impression that anything too extreme is planned here. It’s just play. Fantasy. She would never really do it. Not without your consent, anyway. So just relax, and let her play. And if she asks for consent, and you’re not comfortable with the idea of being castrated at that time, you just say no. OK? And the next time she asks, well if you still don’t want to. you can say no again. No problem. |
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| So, the secretary messed up, but you’re the one getting a spanking. Is that fair? I mean, just because they are the superior sex and we are insignificant maggots. Honestly, it makes me so angry. |
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| If they don’t get watered they wither and die quite quickly, I understand |
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| One of those days when nothing goes right… we’ve all had them. The best thing to do when it’s all over is go to bed, lie gingerly on your front and just sob yourself to sleep as the welts throb with pain. That’s what I usually do, anyway. |
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| An easy misunderstanding to make. Possibly you wouldn’t have let her tie you to this chair with your legs apart if you’d heard correctly – but, hey, c’est la vie, right? |
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| Very excellent website with a free trailer for every one of the many many videos. And isn’t she simply stunning? Sorry – haven’t got anything more amusing to say than that. Just…wow. Where’s she been all my life? (well, growing up, presumably). |
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| Luckily you have two scrubbing brushes, one for each hand. Isn’t that nice? |
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| Oh, what a sexy scene will play out here! You’ll repeat your claim, then she’ll giggle and make a playful grab for your trousers, and a hilarious, sexy struggle will ensue until finally you both fall on the bed, and she tugs your trousers off to reveal your full glory and then…well it’s up to you. You’re out on the landing with no trousers and the door slammed behind you. Wait there for morning or scurry off home? (Yes, it’s another one of those dates…but we’ve all been there, right? Right? Oh, OK, maybe it’s just me.) |
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| I expect they’ll be up all night, chatting away like girls do. |
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| Nice to see some pics of dommes looking happy. |
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| Isn’t that a sweet smile? |
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| Good thing she caught it in time. |
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| Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, daruber muss man schweigen |
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| Isn’t she beautiful? Aren’t we just the luckiest creatures to be permitted to breathe the air on the same planet as someone who looks like this? |
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| Well, I’d trust Madame Sarka with my life. Looking at her web site, it appears her slaves effectively do. |
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| Sometimes only a few words are needed. |
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| Sometimes a lot of words are needed. I wonder whether it can really be called a captioned image, as opposed to an illustrated story, when the ratio of image to text is this low. Ah well. There are no rules for this (unless and until some superior imposes some on me). |
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| Something about that smile just says to me – isn’t it just fantastic that I can make him do these things and get paid for it? I often wonder how it feels for all those scary OWK ladies, growing up as regimented little Young Pioneers in communist Czechoslovakia and now…beating the crap out of Western businessmen. There’s glory. |
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| Well, I’d certainly trust her to make the right decision, in both our interests. Wouldn’t you? |
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| On the Internet no one knows you’re really a dog…at heart. |
