Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
The call of nature must be obeyed.
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| She actually has very high standards for sorryness. You’ll see. |
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| It’s her own recipe. |
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| Hmmm… edgy blackmail play. Got to love it. No really, you do. |
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| Love her, love her cane, I suppose. |
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| She has her own way of dealing with problems. |
Regular “readers” will know that my musical tastes rarely extend beyond about 1988. But I am prepared to make an exception for Mistress Swift.
On with the rest of it… femdom captions, dominatrices, chastity, all those words that get search engines so excited, you know?
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| Oh no, not again. |
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| You could try calling her tomorrow. “Hi! It’s William from last night. That’s right, the one with the small penis. Listen, I was wondering…” |
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| NO! Not the comfy chair! |
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| Well… I hope someone’s asked Andy if he’s OK sharing his cucky closet, that’s all. Some men can be a bit funny about that sort of thing – it’s their own special place, you know? |
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| …and then if that gets too much, the electric shocks will take your mind off the pain from the welts. |
You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet. I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste. I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch. Just lucky, I guess.
Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now? You up for that? Great.
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| The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard. |
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| Cruella, from many many years ago. But still one of the best photo sets ever. The accompanying story was even about castration, you know. Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor. |
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| The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex. In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it. |
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| She’s right, you know. Women are, you see. |
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| Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh… |
…I don’t pretend to know what you want, but I offer love.
(trigger warning: vanilla link. For no obvious reason, I’ve always thought of the song as rather D/S… but I think that of many things).
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| Don’t worry if you’re still confused. Things will be made clear. |
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| I think that’s disgraceful. Just because we’re submissive doesn’t mean ladies can treat us like doormats, can they? Well, I mean, obviously, if a lady like one of these wanted to treat me literally as a doormat, that would be fine, wiping her muddy boots across my back, but erm… OK, maybe they can then. |
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| And you prefer not being gay too, don’t you, so it sounds like you and Master Mark are very compatible! |
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| Get another one, of course. There’s plenty. Hello! Ma’am? Over here! |
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| I offer love… this is one of the most Significant of the Others in my life. Lady Sophia Black is simply wonderful. |
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| She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often. She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you? |
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| It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that. Still, she could probably play around a bit. I mean, it’s only fair. And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key. |
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| She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair. |
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| Women, eh? There’s always one more thing, isn’t there? |
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| Pesky Geneva Convention. |
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| So bandwagon! Much out-of-date meme. Many comic sans (sorry Steve!). |
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| He’s a lucky guy. |
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| Cruelty-free farming has its downsides. Still, I’m glad she found a solution. |
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| Oh dear. Another of those painful conversations. |
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| Actually, the story is rather simple. The post of office tampon boy was advertised, so he studied, and prepared and pulled every string he knew of to get it. But wouldn’t you? |
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| Try not to take it too badly. Just because you’ll be spending the rest of your life alone, in poverty, with your empty days filled only with the longing for her doesn’t mean you have to be miserable. It just makes it very, very likely. |
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| I like a woman who knows what she wants. Don’t you? |
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| Mmmm. If you pay extra maybe she’ll ignore you even more. |
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| It’s tragic, the breakdown in authority in schools these days. Don’t you think? |
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| Mmmm… pretty exciting, huh? I wonder what she has planned? A really hard spanking? |
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| Actually, I have a ‘frequently annoying traveller’ card. So they don’t have to make any special arrangements: the stewardesses just slap me on sight. I get special meals too. |
It’s a strangely self-defeating exercise, because we love it.
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| That’s kind of her. Not exactly a sympathy fuck… more of a pitiful wank. But the principle’s the same. |
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| Kinda scary. Yeah. |
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| I hold that truth to be self-evident. |
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| OK, now that would be humiliating. And not in a good way. Well…maybe a little bit good…mmmm. |
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| It’s uncanny. It’s almost as if she knows me. Do you think I should go and hang around her house in Beverly Hills… see if fate somehow brings us together? |
But by ‘ecstasy’ I mean extremes of pleasure, OK? This blog does not do drugs. Nothing here but good wholesome stuff like torture, castration, toilet slavery and forced bisexual blowjobs.
And not all at the same time, obviously. That would be ridiculous.
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| Oh dear. Still, it’s only 24 hours, isn’t it? How bad could it be? Is there anyone out there (apart from weird vanilla or male-dom types) who does not recognise Mistress Sidonia von Bork? Wonderful name, wonderful lady. |
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| Realism in session – it can be over-rated, you know. |
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| Nice tits. Nice cattle prod. Can’t have one without the other. |
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| He should go down on her knees to her. Like he did when he proposed. Or whenever he needs to use the bank card. |
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| Yeah…well, that’s actually true. |
Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.
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| Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously. |
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| I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start. |
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| Women, eh! Never satisfied. |
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| I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree? |
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| Lucky, lucky us. |
