




…although I share them, obviously, even the ones I haven’t been told about.
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She’s taking this very casually at the moment, but don’t worry: I’m sure it’ll come up again in the next weekly reminder session. |
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Best to get it over quickly. After all, the whole point of chastity play is the chastity, not the orgasms. Some men don’t get that, at first. |
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Deniably, that is. I’m sure she could think of many, many things he could die of, were it not for the pettifogging legal system. |
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As it turned out, he did indeed ‘experience fresh challenges while continuing to deepen his existing skill set’ in his session with Strict Madame Lydia, so that worked out well too. |
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Time for a chivalrous gesture. |
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No regrets. What you never have, you cannot lose. |
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Oh dear. Let’s hope he’s not too rough with her. |
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Only a few. She has more. |
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Many stepdaughters find the arrival of a new parent uncomfortable. Looks like she’s found a way to deal with that discomfort; indeed transfer it to you. |
… and hear me squeak.
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I’m not allowed to look my SO in the eye under any circumstances, so for that (and other) reasons this situation never arises for me. |
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Loving brutal domination… that hits the sweet spot (repeatedly, raising welts and leaving it throbbing and sore). |
Hard to understand atheists who say there’s no such thing as a divine being, in a world on which Mistress Eleise walks among us.
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I wouldn’t mind but it’s seven floors up and the male lift (‘elevator’, Americans but you knew that right?) has been out of action all week. |
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It’s odd how often I find myself begging my SO for mercy, when begging her for brutal and gleeful ferocity would be so much more likely to succeed. |
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There’s really no need for males to learn mathematical techniques beyond basic counting and thanking. I often even get that wrong, to be honest. |
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If its something you’re already good at, then maybe you should try that 10,000 hours technique, you know? That’s all you need to become really expert. |
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It’ll be good practice for when he’s released to forage for himself. |
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Aitor might make a bit of a mess later too, so thank goodness you’re around. |
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Looks good on her, but then she’s not attached to the wall by a chain clipped to her genitals, desperately gasping for short breaths. |
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They’re just redistributing the wealth. From each according to how much she wants from him, to each according to whatever the little fucker deserves. |
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Good thing she had a humiliation session booked later the day she discovered the putrefying remains. |
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You have to slap pretty hard to get the ketchup sachet to burst open. But then you have to slap pretty hard anyway – she insists on it – so don’t worry about that. Worry about other things. |
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And she’ll make sure you’re penciled in for one of the first slots available in her schedule after her holiday, OK? |
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Don’t worry, her travel insurance will make sure she gets all the money she needs after your tragic and unexplained disappearance. |
… then you know you’re onto a good thing.
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Make sure you get the right one, this time. |
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She’ll have plenty of sex and plenty of money – she prefers to get them from different people, that’s all. That’s not going to be a problem, is it? |
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Sexual pleasure is over-rated anyway, so I have been led to understand. |
Princess Neive and Miss Analisa, there, and also here. But neither working in person any more, I believe, alas.
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Oh well. You can enjoy watching her eat too, I suppose, just like you watch her do the other thing. |
Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, a day when humiliation freaks worldwide will rush down to the letterbox in the morning, to revel deliciously in the proof that once again, not a single one of the three billion females in the world has the slightest romantic interest in any of us.
Actually, I did once receive a Valentine card, from this girl I really fancied at school and didn’t have the courage to tell of my feelings for her, but it turned out it she had sent it to the wrong address and it was intended for someone else. Goodness, how everyone laughed and laughed when that little mix-up was revealed in class, after I got down on my knees to confess my long-standing love for her. I hope she wasn’t too humiliated by her error being exposed so publicly, poor thing.
I do have a couple of Valentine-themed captions, as it happens, but not a
full set of five, so I thought I’d… what’s that, readers? You say you don’t
give a flying fuck whether I creatively theme the blog or not? That you
just want to masturbate to images of pretty ladies saying humiliating
or vaguely menacing things, so why don’t I shut the fuck up and get on
with it?
Oh. OK then.
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Wow. No time for second thoughts – let’s tie the knot! |
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Selecting honesty level two would have got you “Oh… it’s all right, I suppose. A bit below average but I’ve seen worse.” |
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Funny how it still feels just like that very first date you went on together. Some relationships are like that, but it’s very rare. |
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Better do as she says. But with dignity, right? Always with dignity. |
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She needn’t hurry. This isn’t going to be over any time soon. Not ever, actually. |
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She’s not saying it’s a hard limit, mind. |
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Maybe since she broke her side of the bargain, you should ask for all the presents back? It’s only fair. Admittedly, fairness has never really been big in this relationship. |