Category: chastity

It’s a girl thing

Maybe just for the company?
 

 

And work slowly around the rest of your body.
 
The delightful Strict Miss Zoe, who in addition to being strict is a really sweet and lovely person.

 

There’s something comforting about a collar.
 

 

Yeah. He’ll have been fine. Probably. Anyway, that’s not really the point of the story, you know?
 

 

Oh go on – try the chat-up line anyway, why not?

Back on track

Well, the consensus seems to be that Google has backed down, so here we go again.

Have a double-length post to make up for it. Oh – and for the next three weeks or so there will be an additional caption each day on the Tumblr site, that will not appear here (because my filing system is too disorganised to find the right ones, if I delete the Tumblr queue).

****ing Google. 

Don’t worry.  You don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want you to do. In fact, you mustn’t.
 

 

Who says men are useless, eh?
 

 

I expect you’ll manage well enough without.
 

 

It’s bound to be a bit painful at first.  But you’ll get used to it.
 

 

I’ve always had this ability to make women laugh. I think I was born with it.
 

 

When he left school, he wanted to work in IT. And he does – he usually stops by that department just before lunch
 

 

I think we’ve all been there.  Just the other day a market research company rang up and asked if I was interested in taking part in a survey about web use. So I said sure, but after about five or six questions about my browsing habits, they just rang off without any warning!  Bizarre, huh? I mean why did they ask if they don’t want to know the answers?
 

 

Something to look forward to.
 

 

That’s good of her.
 
 
Another thing to tick off her bucket list. 
 



Just scream and weep

She’ll do the rest.

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.
 

 

Oh well. No regrets, eh?  Strawberries are good.
 

 

I think she might be right. She usually is.
 

 

And where’s the fun in that?
This of course is the lovely Mistress Vixen, sometimes to be found virtually at the address shown there.  Oh go on then, I did it for you.  But she seems to be out.

 

What an unpleasant little tale.  Why would anyone write something like that?



Elle ne regrette rien

I just love that “we agreed”, don’t you?
 

 

It’s working if it’s hurting.
 

 

Oh, it’ll be fine.  What could go wrong?
 

 

Sometimes being humiliated is not the most humiliating thing..
 This of course is the divine Mistress Eleise de Lacy.  I met her.  She’s wonderful!  And no doubt would never be as unprofessional as this, in a real movie.
 
To be fair, it’s been a while since she had a really good orgasm.  So, y’know, she’s owed.

Helpless devotion

Remember – you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, OK?  Unless she orders you to. Obviously.
 

 

If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing properly, they say.
 

 

He probably thought about that quite a lot. But best not to argue.  You know what happens when you argue.

 

 
Makes a lot of sense.
 
 

 

Yeah. Her Kink is not His Kink, you see.  Actually, Her Kink is not Anybody’s Kink, to be completely honest.

Stop your sobbing


She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often.  She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you?
 

 

It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that.  Still, she could probably play around a bit.  I mean, it’s only fair.  And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key.
 
 
 
She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair.
 
 

 

Women, eh?  There’s always one more thing, isn’t there?
 
 

 

Pesky Geneva Convention. 

So bandwagon!  Much out-of-date meme.  Many comic sans (sorry Steve!).

You can get more with a kind word and a whip…

… than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.





Disappointed?  Well.. maybe a little.
 
 

 



He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.
 
 




 
 

 



Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now…
 
  

 



Woof.
 
I’ll confess, I don’t often last the full twenty seconds.  But she’s not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.
 
 

 

Hymn to her

And she will always carry on

It’s been a while since I did this, but I believe that you begin with the examination of conscience.  Oh, and penance is involved somewhere down the line.  Quite definitely.
 
 

 

Hmm.  What makes me think the answer by the end of the evening will turn out to have been ‘both’?
 
 

 

As far as I know, there aren’t any countries that provide constitutional rights to have a tantrum.  So you’d better just bend over.
 
 

 

Tantrums featuring a lot today.  New husbands are prone to them.  Experienced husbands, less so.  You’re about to become a lot more experienced, by the look of this!  Many happy returns of the day.
 
 

 

And although she seems to be looking away, it’s probably best not to pout when she’s given you this information, if you still have hopes of next month too.



She wants you back

You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said about how
frustrating and humiliating you find it – being locked up in that thing while I
fuck Raoul.

I think I might have the solution.  You could both fuck me!

I mean, not at the same time of course.  Not quite at the same time, anyway.

You see, Raoul’s really rubbish at foreplay.  Well, actually he can be fantastic at it, but
usually he doesn’t bother, you know? 
Just wants to get his massive cock into me and start thrusting away –
silly old bull.

So I thought maybe you could do the foreplay?  And Raoul needn’t even be there – he can be
downstairs watching the football or something. 
You could be delicately stroking and kissing me – not on the face,
though, because I want to pretend it’s Raoul, not you.  And using your tongue.  Of course, you’d stay locked up just to make
sure there are no accidents.

And then when I’m good and ready, you can go downstairs and
tell Raoul he can come up.  Remember he
likes you to call him Sir.

And then we’d lock you in the cuckold pillory and fuck the
rest of the night, just like now.

There – that should help with that horrible sexual
frustration – don’t you think?

No?  Oh.  Well, you’re doing it anyway, grumpyface.