Foolish things, done with enthusiasm

Many women are reluctant to try a bit of kink, but if you make clear they really get to hurt a man, a surprising number are prepared to give it a go.
Consent’s really important in BDSM. Far too important to be left to males to decide.
Always good in any relationship to have room for improvement, but doubly so in one based on D/S.
Audiences at snip-flicks can be quite intimidating. I remember as a teenager walking past the back door of our local cinema just when the crowd who’d been watching Rebecca’s Revenge (remember? A classic of the genre!) spilled out onto the streets. Suddenly swept up in crowd of over-excited young women all laughing and shouting about castration, I was lucky to escape with my dignity.
Treasure has some wicked ideas, but don’t worry: no one who anyone cares about will get hurt.
Of course, even in some forms of traditional sex work, it’s the woman who’s really in charge: mine certainly is, when she has me earning a bit of extra household cash in our local gay bar.

Travesties of injustice

It’s not the masturbating in public I mind, it’s the way she makes me put a collection box out in front for the passers-by, reading “Please Help”.  Mind you, I can make anything up to 60p per session, and that’s almost 1000th of her fee, so it does mean I get to visit her more frequently.

 

 

 

Hmm?  Oh, the extra caption under the photo? Yeah, definitely got one of those around here somewhere.  Hang on…

 

 

Sorry – this was intended for my other blog, dedicated to courier services.  Nothing femdom in this one. I must have copied it into the wrong folder.



 

Health and safety gone mad, if you ask me.

 

The lovely Mistress Sidonia, a staple of the femdom scene.




Good the boys get something to drink too.  Many dominant wives wouldn’t think of that.