For ever and ever…
This is a concept from ethical philiosophy, apparently, that involves treating someone as a child, unable to make decisions for themselves. I must say, it sounds rather nice, but I myself have never specifically been denied agency, because I have never dared ask for it.
On we go.
So, after all these years of being told that football’s just a silly game in which a bunch of moronic boys chase a ball around in a field and surely I’m not asking to be allowed to put the ironing off just to watch that nonsense, apparently it’s a remarkable display of female skill, grace and power. Who knew? Well, my SO did, obviously, and now I do because she’s told me and that’s that.
Personally I’m not so much interested in the football itself as
in the players’ muddy boots and sweaty socks in the fact that we are now officially all allowed to cheer ourselves silly(er) for a team called ‘The Lionesses’. That I do like, rather a lot.
It’s coming home. Unless the Lionesses lose on Sunday, obviously, in which case it’s going somewhere else. [UPDATE: They did. It is.]
Anyway, back to the depressing porn.
I have posted this before, but ‘too few’ is always the number of times I have done that, so here’s the lovely Mistress Vixen playing the piano.
Men can learn a lot from women, especially if they are willing to step out of their comfort zones and bend over to learn something new.
|Of course, it’s not actually a threesome if only two get to come… maybe you’d better explain that to them.
|Perhaps you could learn German instead. I hear she offers lessons.
|They also serve who only stand and wait.
|The next bit might not be entirely consensual and safe, truth be told, but who really cares?
NB, tonight the Servitor household are packing up the whips, canes and portable travel-cage to head off for two weeks of sun, sea, sand and sadism. Long term readers, who were here in the days before The Thing will know what this means…
|Argh! It’s worse than when waiters do this… write it down!
|Time to discover some traditional small-town values, I suggest.
|You might as well be comfortable, while writhing in agony, after all.
|Can a truly life-long relationship be founded on such flimsy foundations as a boots fetish and financial exploitation? Do you think he or she cares?
|Kitten has sharp claws, daddy issues and some serious rage to work through.
I wish they would turn… all is dark, cold and bleak at this time of year*. Still, there’s always Turning Points, the increasingly contrived mildly suggestive femdom scenes for which I ran out of good ideas years back, but continue posting out of sheer bloody-mindedness**.
* And at other times of year if you’re one of those chaps who spends his time chained up naked in a cellar. But very few of those have Internet access, so you’re probably not.
** Experienced ‘tops’ will no doubt recognise this as ‘brattish’ behaviour and will doubtless have ideas on how to deal with it.