Shame game

Fine, but I’m not putting his condom on for him this time.  I have my pride.

 

 

Don’t worry – the guys might think you look silly at first, but I’m sure they’ll be impressed when you go into your dance routine.

 

 

 

 

For a while my orgasm day was 29 February, but ‘we’ decided to stop all that, as it was getting a bit repetitive and predictable.

 

 

 

Women and knots, eh?  Bless ’em.

Which is a bit unfair if you have a fetish for being humiliatingly searched by ladies in positions of authority.  Oh well, at least she’s not wearing her uniform, so there’s a chance.


 

 

 

Smiles and tribulations

 

They say the best gift is a memorable experience.

 

 

 

Kind of her to help out.  You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly.


 

 

 

 

Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep.

 

 

 

As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway?

 

Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’?  Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him.


 

Tie me up and I’ll confess

 …a thousand ways that make you statuesque. (just more old music, nothing specifically femdom I’m afraid.  But it does feature Louise Wener and those lucky sleeperblokes, which is femdom enough for some).

 

 

Watch and learn – although it’s by no means certain you’ll ever get the chance to put it into practice.


 

 

Not often I feature maledom here, but I’m open-minded about it – I don’t mind maledoms, as long as they end up beaten, enslaved and crushed in body and spirit.

 

 

 

Whimper.




They are very concerned with fairness – and with unfairness too, obviously.




Well, as long as he’s cool about it I suppose you should be too.



 

 

Striking poses

As my SO points out: lots of women enjoy sex with their husbands, she prefers sex without her husband.  The difference is only a few letters but it’s a big deal for her, so who am I to argue?

 

 

Mmmm … a severe scolding, Mistress?

 

 

 

It’s going to be a special day for her boyfriends too.  And their mates.

 

 

 

Of course the OWK had safewords really.  In a variety of quite widely-spoken Central European languages, so there was really no excuse for ‘guests’ not knowing how to pronounce them perfectly.

 

Her kink is not your kink – are you going to make a selfish fuss?


Strict unethical standards


Sometimes, for brief periods when I am asleep or locked away in a cupboard.

 

 

 

 

God save the Queen.  And her subjects, who might need some divine intervention, in the decades of her reign.

 

What sort of fish?  Sustainably-sourced, I hope.

 

 

 

I did know at one point.  Maybe I forgot… it’s all such a long time ago.

 

 

 

Sometimes I wish English retained the distinction between familiar and formal modes of address.  I could try asking my domme to call me ‘thou’ but it just wouldn’t be the same.*

 This is the very lovely and French Ibicella.  She speaks English but, really, why would you want her to?

 

 

* Occasionally people ask me what my pronouns are.  To my embarrassment, I am forced to admit that I am not allowed any.

Why should it matter to us

if they don’t approve?

 


Why not both?




Thinking about her being clammy makes me clammy…





If you’re finding it difficult to relax, try explaining to her that you’d just rather she got a second opinion from a male dentist before drilling.  I’m sure she won’t mind.





Obviously.  Although it looks like it’s already got a lot of toppings, so maybe no need?





My SO sometimes forgets why she’s doing things even after starting.  The other day, we were about ten minutes into a judicial caning when she paused and confessed shamefacedly that she’d forgotten entirely what I was being beaten for!  How we laughed.  Later that day she remembered, fortunately, and she took the trouble to sort it out properly.





Despotic imagery


Wow.  My personal best is two and a half. Admittedly, I’ve only tried once.



Swings and roundabouts…




I expect there’ll be laughter and tears as well, to come.




Technically speaking, he’s actually the Right Honourable Pookie, QC.  But he doesn’t stand on ceremony, as you can probably tell.*



She’s always taken an interest in young, struggling actors.



* No, this is a different Pookie.

Sing when she’s winning

 

Scurry scurry scurry!

 

 


Much like his response to the question the priest will be asking him a little later.



 

I’ve occasionally asked my SO whether she’d consider putting me on obedience pills but weirdly she says she prefers an occasional bit of disobedience. Which is odd, because she always seems so cross about it… women, eh?

 

 

 

Even if he sued her and won, there’d be the question of damages and I think any competent (i.e. female) lawyer would advise that those would be derisory and purely token, at best.

It’s all part of growing up. 


 


Craven cravings

 

It’s not that Robert can’t do his own, obviously.  But you’re so much better at it than him – and so much worse at sex.  It just makes sense all round.


 

You’ll notice she hasn’t said you have to decide quickly, as she’s getting a lot of interest from other potential occupants?  That’s because she isn’t and anyway, she’s already decided.

 

 

A cover’s probably best.  They’re quite compassionate, the two of them, so having something unpleasant like that in sight could ruin what they had planned to be rather a special moment.

 

 

Ah… back in the time when the gimp suit came off at the end of the day. I miss that stage of our relationship, but times change, I suppose, and we move on.

 

 

 

It’s best not to quibble about the word ‘enjoy’.  It’s like the word ‘slavery’ – means different things to different people.


Inferior sex

It’s the only kind I’ve ever provided, according to my SO.  Although how she can come to such a firm judgement after only one (barely even one, technically speaking) occasion escapes me.  Oh well.


Dommes can be surprisingly clumsy, for such elegant goddesses. I once spent a few hours tied to a cross on the floor of a BDSM club and it was just astonishing how many ladies managed to walk into me.  And all from the same direction.



It’ll be all right on the day.  She’ll make sure of that.



If you read that caption and ended up feeling almost unbearable envy for Pookie, then you’re in the right place.

The lovely Maya Sin, who once slapped and humiliated Servitor for a few hours, providing much-needed certainty.  She seems temporarily(?) to have disappeared from the Internet but here is a page about her.


All of them?  Or should they come up in threes?



She had the right to remain silent, but I understand she waived it.



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