dentist – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

If voting changed anything….

Generally this blog doesn’t comment on political or topical events but…but… is there anyone out there who still thinks it’s a good idea to let men vote? I mean, really? Could there be better proof that politics is just not something that we should bother our silly little heads about? It’s not as if I’d mind the smack of firm government in the right hands, but…

Oh well. Life goes on and I suppose there are things to be thankful for. Not being Estonian, Latvian or Lithuanian just now, for example.

Probably best just to think about happier things, like torture, forced labour and humiliation. So, back to business as usual.

Hmmm
“breath play”? Well, I guess being breathed upon can’t be so bad.
Thank goodness – I thought she was in a vengeful mood after I broke that
ornament of hers.

Actually, it’s fairly obviously the whipping post by the fountain. The one by the walled garden is already occupied by his lordship.

Of course, this isn’t the first time he’s been on his knees since then. In fact, he’s rarely off them in her presence these days.

Devil Planet, Space 1999. The gift that keeps on giving.

Actually her sister’s much more the vicious sadist than she is. She can only get off when she’s making a man scream hysterically in pain. She keeps it very separate from her dentistry, though – she’s professional like that.

Put your lovin’ hand out baby

It’s what she says when my hand’s been doing a bit too much lovin’. I just say ‘Yes Ma’am’.

The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I’m sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies. Except her clients, obviously.

Perhaps these things should come with instructions.

Sounds like a win-win.

Actually it arrived two days ago. Come on – you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she’s going to be very cross.

That’s very considerate of her, isn’t it? They’re not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know.

It’s a big enough umbrella, but it’s always me that ends up getting wet

I loved that line, and the image it conveys, when I first heard it as a teenager.

Y at-il un lecteur de ce blog qui sait où je peux trouver un donjon (ou “SM-Studio” ou quelque chose de similaire) à louer pour quelques heures, Paris ou ses environs? S’il vous plaît écrivez dans la section des commentaires si vous en connaissez un. Un grand merci (et je m’excuse pour ce que j’écris le français si mal!).

Back to English. More pictures of incompetently captioned perfection follow.

Not quite dry…

Don’t worry. She’s promised to keep really quiet, when she reaches orgasm.

Awww, c’mon. Don’t be a meanie.

And there you were thinking that Karen hates you! It just goes to show…

They say laughter is the best aphrodisiac. Believe me, it isn’t true.

The truth can hurt

…but so can lying.

Actually, he was wearing two belts.

Men’s brains aren’t good at remembering dates, but they do have a really good nerve connection to the genitals, so it’s a perfect match.

“Snip-Lit”. It’s going to be the next big thing after 50 Shades of Grey, you’ll see.

She’s not actually a dentist. She did admit that on his fourth visit, to be fair.

I think this is one of those marriages where the arguments always end up with screaming and tears, don’t you?

Sweetly mean

And don’t be afraid to tell her if it’s hurting, OK? She likes to know.

And when she’s finished, she’ll turn her attention back to you. Lucky boy.

Ah…cute Mr Snuffles. She had his balls cut off, she feeds him dogfood and keeps him on a leash when she goes out. You know – that’s your future, right there.

It actually is fantasitc, yet true. Probably be a big disappointment when it comes out, but I can dream…