Goddess bless us, one and all!
Category: Christmas
“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost.
“I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
A typically uplifting sentence from Mr Dickens there. Actually, I have been developing my own version of his classic tale. Titled ‘A Findomme Carol’, it has a similar story arc but the heroine, Princess Screw-you, isn’t such a soft touch as Dickens’s Scrooge. Like his tale, though, it has a happy ending, celebrating the true meaning of Christmas, which as we all know is ‘getting’.
But for this year, ho ho ho, it’s just a few captions with a rather tenuous and even desperate link to the holiday season. Bah humbug.
…and as it’s Christmas, here’s a bonus image, from the series OWK Ladies remember…
All through the house
All she wants for Christmas is you
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Oh, you can wait, surely? So selfish… |
Accessorise! |
I wouldn’t say ‘peaked’ exactly. It continued to rise for a bit, then fell off a cliff, so to speak. |
Tidings of discomfort
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
My favourite Christmas lyrics. Of course, I hear that phrase all through the year, but it means so much more to me in this very special season.
Let me take this opportunity to wish a very merry Christmas to this blog’s handful of female readers, and I hope the rest of you have the miserable, bleak and pitiful time you all so richly deserve – and secretly crave – you revolting little creeps.
Happy Boxing Day, Paltego
Following a subtle hint in a reply to one of my comments on his wonderful Femdom Resource web site: here as a special, extra Boxing Day present for Paltego are some ‘turning point’ captions. Of course, I’m not doing this just because Femdom Resource is a leading source of traffic for this blog. It’s one of two leading sources, about equal with Google. So Paltego’s blog is no more important than Google. Hope that puts him firmly in his place.
Turning points. Here are some more.
I hope this has worked out better than my subtle hints to my SO about what I wanted for Christmas. Oh well. Maybe next year… or there’s my birthday.