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.
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| It’s basically harmless: it’s just in a cage to keep it from getting into trouble, that’s all. |
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| Life-long learning. Apparently we’ll all be doing that in the future, which sounds very exciting. |
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| No, nothing. |
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| Happiest day of your life they say. OK, that’s not always true but it does seem certain there will be a great many days after this one that are thoroughly unhappy, so it’s quite an accurate description. |
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| Oh well. She tried. Now she’ll try something else. |
Contradicting the statement over there about the realism or otherwise of the material presented on this blog, just for once we are keeping it real with some accurate depictions of pro-domme sessions, rather than the fantasy this blog usually purveys.
So clutch your crumpled envelope full of banknotes tightly in your sweaty hand, turn off geolocator on your phone (but keep the phone itself on until the last second so you can nervously glance at the time as you hang around the nearby streets trying neither to be early nor late), try to look casual as you march up to the door, not meeting the eyes of any passers-by… and enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever.
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| And they say romance is dead. |
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| Remarkably, it’s still valid in the UK even after Brexit, as that Convention is not an EU instrument – indeed it predates it, having come into existence in 1953. Not particularly amusing, sexy or femdommy but actually true (see – you get a lot of useful information from this blog, as well as useless nonsense). You might wonder, therefore, whether she actually has any legal justification to ban the invocation of the Convention in session – but I advise you to take that up with her. |
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| They have a standard service charge of 175% for pay-piggies. But you should tip, too. |
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| Many men’s misconceptions about lesbian sex actually have a biological basis: specifically, their brains are too small to understand it. |
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| It’s good that she gets a chance to practice in a safe environment, where it really doesn’t matter if anything goes wrong. |
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Extra one that I’ll push out there while it’s still a bit topical:
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“the fact or quality of being easily handled, managed, or led; meek and unquestioning obedience or compliance”
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| Obviously. Let’s hope Jennie’s getting better at it, now she’s onto her fourth try. |
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| It’s one of those logical impossibilities – you know, like ‘a man saying “all men are lying, cheating bastards'”. Male philosophers used to debate these things endlessly, but I understand they are kept busy with more important, practical tasks these days. |
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| I don’t think he objects to being inside the couch, it’s more that he was expecting to be alone in there. |
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| Mrs Elton’s a good neighbour, anyway – happy to pop round and help out whenever your wife needs a hand. |
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| Topping from the bottom can take many forms – all equally objectionable. When my SO plays with me, for instance, there’s often a very fine line between “pleading frantically for mercy through the screams” – which she enjoys – and “expressing an opinion on when she should stop hitting me”, which she dislikes intensely. |
This is the lovely Vinyl Queen, who is in the lucky position of never having experienced the unpleasantness that is Servitor in session and is relatively unlikely to move to Edinburgh, being based as she is in San Francisco. Her other interest is gardening.
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| Dommes and cats… am I right? Ever noticed that? Dommes and cats… |
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| And a lot harder |
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| I have a purpose to my existence. My SO has promised some day to tell me what it is. |
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| Arachnophobia play is quite culturally specific. In the UK it’s just a matter of harmless terror, but in Australia I’ve heard it ‘s considered quite edgy. |
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| It wasn’t actually feeling that nervous – it’s just got one of those faces, you know? But it’s beginning to get a bit jittery right now. |
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| There’s nothing like standing in the corner with a well-smacked bottom on display to give you a sense of perspective. |
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| Her fees are reasonable. She isn’t, I’m glad to say. |
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| I tried calling the NHS helpline once, because I thought it would be a turn-on to ask a nurse all sorts of questions about the safety of enemas and how to deal with unwanted erections. The nurse I ended up speaking to was very sympathetic and started taking me through all of the details – but I must somehow have let on that I was just phoning for the sexual turn-on, so it got a bit embarassing after that. Anyway, he was very nice and we’ve agreed to meet up some time after lockdown ends, so that ended well. |
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| Sometimes a session starts badly, but I find when that happens the best thing to do is put it behind me and try to enjoy myself, anyway. |
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| Wearing a shock collar can give you a sense of perspective too… along with a lot of very unpleasant electric shocks, obviously. |
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| Actually that’s not true – she takes the keenest interest in making your knees hurt and derives great pleasure from it. |
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| I’m actually really good at fetching sticks. On dates, I usually try to work the conversation around, so I can casually mention it. |
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| I tried ‘coming out’ by telling some female co-workers about my true sexual nature and I have to say I didn’t get anything like this understanding reaction. Actually, the entire experience was utterly humiliating and very painful. So that was nice. |
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| It’s odd – when the lady who’s now my SO and I first got together, she always (well… both times, anyway) complained that I came too soon. Nowadays, apparently I take too long and she never has time, even though I’m pretty sure I’m quicker than ever. Women, eh? |
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| “throne”? |
… and very nice too*
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| All the ways I could be a better husband? Wow. I think I’m going to need two days locked in the stocks, at least. |
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| What a lot of fuss, about a routine operation. You’d think I was the first person whose tonsils she’d removed. I… hang on… didn’t I have my tonsils out when I was a teenager? |
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| Oh, don’t worry: I’ll keep looking. I might cry a little, if that’s OK. |
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| She insists on her tea being just the way she likes it. Also the ironing, bed corners, washing up, bookshelves, underwear drawer, bath, breakfast, ornaments, cushions, carpets, gin & tonic, shoes, lawn, floor tiles, nail polish, …. |
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| Many dommes find the things we submissives do disgusting. That’s why they so enjoy hitting us. |
* but if anyone happens to be able to locate the scene in the British sitcom Game On (rather a lovely ‘situation’: sad male failures share flat with goddess) in which Samantha Janus rushes around putting her make-up on to this song, I’d be most grateful.
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| It probably wasn’t intentional – just one of those things, you know? No point making a big deal of it. |
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| Don’t worry, she said ‘yes’ the second time around. And then she charged for her presence at the marriage ceremony at session rates – rather a sweet touch, don’t you think? |
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| Yes, that should help take your mind off it. I think she’d like a back-rub too, if you don’t mind. |
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| Many new husbands find it difficult at first, now they have to discuss things with someone else instead of just deciding for themselves. But it’s actually part of the joy of marriage. My SO, for example, prefers that I discuss with her before taking important decisions such as speaking, getting up from my knees or leaving her presence and – to be honest – I can hardly imagine how I managed before. |
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| No problem – I’ve got both on speed-dial. |
… well, the loose approximation of it represented by this blog, anyway.
The holiday, since you ask, was fantastic. It was in one of those picture-perfect resorts, you know, with the palm trees coming down to the powdery sand sloping down to a turquoise lagoon. But not at all crowded – it’s a private beach belonging to the hotel and at the prices I was paying, I can tell you, there’d just better be some serious privacy! And the hotel was as spectacular as the price implied: the rooms, the food, the pool… made a lot of new friends too, apparently.
What do you mean, ‘how do I know’? She sent me a postcard, of course. I mean, I didn’t actually see it until after my release because the kennels don’t allow postal deliveries, but I expect she didn’t know that and it was a very kind thought. She was having so much fun, she hadn’t even put enough postage on it, the silly thing! Had to come out of my pocket money. I’d been saving for.. well, I mustn’t complain.
Another year, another… maybe 550 or so captioned images? It hardly bears thinking about, does it? Better get on…
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| Stick-fetching is one of those things that sensible husbands quickly learn is not really up for discussion. |
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| You know, I think she might be about to confess her life-long fantasy of making love to a short, slightly overweight guy wearing a frilly french maid outfit. Give her time. |
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| It’s a shame they can’t both win. |
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| Damn. That was going well. |
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| It’s awful wearing a chastity belt on a beach – sands gets in, apparently. Not that I’d know. Sensible concrete floors, that’s what we had in the kennels. Fresh straw on Thursdays. |
