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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| She can be quite merciful, actually. Just never when you really need her to be. |
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| That’s a bit unfair. I mean, it’s already quite a dainty one to begin with, isn’t it? Not many excess ‘unsightly inches’ down there, even now. |
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| And then tomorrow you can move on to Riemann manifolds, because it’s Saturday. |
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| True friendship. That’s got to be more important than some shallow, meaningless relationship based on nothing but sex, right? |
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| Yes. |
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| It’ll be quite a tight fit. Still – only a month to go. |
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| You have the right to remain silent and obedient. |
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| Could be quite an uncomfortable situation, there. |
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| He keeps a daily diary. To be honest, it’s a bit boring. |
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| I’ve never eaten a sweater. I licked out the contents of a vacuuum clearner bag once. Fluffy. |
All rather domestic this time. Lovers of evil dominatrices in black leather…goodness I enjoyed typing that, let’s go again… evil dominatrices in black leather, look elsewhere. The very next post, frinstance.
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| Look on the positive side of things. You and her mother have never got on – let’s face it, she hates you. This might be the time when you really get things sorted out. |
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| Just as long as it’s not Nadine. Oh please don’t let it be Nadine… |
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| Ah…recently married couples. So sweet. |
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| You’ve got hers, so why would you want your own? |
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| It’s a good point, and one she’s made before. At the wedding reception, for a start. |
… the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.
Hosea Ballou 1771 – 1852
Crazy name, sensible guy!
On with the pictures of not-nekkid leddies:
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| Don’t forget to say ang ooo. |
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| On reflection, you were just going to ask if she wanted a nice cup of tea, weren’t you? |
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| Ah the smell of burning rubber, the screams, the sounds of sirens… What’s that? Bad taste? Hey – YKINHK, right? |
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| Hey – don’t knock it. Imagine having a girlfriend who handles mens’ genitals all day for a living. Hmmm? |
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| But later she overdid it and found that his attention disappeared completely. Never mind. Plenty more fish in the sea. |
Nothing in particular. Just generally.
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| Come on now. That’s got to be a hard limit. Just look her straight in the eye and tell her you won’t let her. |
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| Actually, fear and trust can go hand in hand to make the relationship fly. Like love and contempt. |
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| Phew. Let’s hope Miss Chalmer is in a kind mood too. |
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| You should be grateful to her for making the effort to control every single aspect of your life. |
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| Aaah… Isn’t that nice. It makes me think of our honeymoon. Raoul was a real pig that whole time, too. |
or at least, as hard as any other word except “NNNNggghh! NNNnngghh! NNghh nnngghh NNNGGHHHH!”
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| She’s working to make this marriage a success – maybe you could give a little too? Y’know, occasionally hand her the cane and bend over even without an order? It’s those little things that matter. |
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| She’s always been playful. There was the time she made him grind his own face in dogshit only to discover it was a trick: fake poo. And that other time, when it wasn’t. |
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| I think she looks cold. Don’t you think she looks cold? I’ve been looking at all that exposed flesh for a while, and I’m pretty sure she looks cold. Especially the buttocks…and those long, firm thighs, and… |
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| I should point out that this is just a work of fiction on my part. I have never, ever paid a prostiute for sex. They always hand the money back when we get undressed, and say they’re not in the mood. Of course, I respect their decision but what are the odds, eh? Seven ladies in a row! Just my luck. |
My Mistress gave to me
…four across the buttocks
…three across the knuckles
…two hours in the corner
…and an hour being spanked across her knee.
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| I expect they’ll find something to amuse themselves with. I wonder if Amanda has any hobbies? |
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| Their grades have been quiite poor, actually. I think your professional integrity requires you to resist revising them for as long as possible. |
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| Ironically, being married to her is a bit more expensive too. Still, too late now. |
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| Yes Ellen. |
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| Wasn’t it nice of her to ask him? And isn’t Anne Hathaway just the most…., just the… oh words fail me and I’m not even fit to be unworthy of her. Sigh. SIGH. |
I’d like you to meet some ladies who are really good at that.
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| Don’t worry, you’ll show her. Just go and get yourself a lawyer and – oh. OK, so if you save your pocket money for about two years, maybe you can afford a really cheap lawyer, and then… |
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| Maybe you choose tonight. Then she can choose again tomorrow. |
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| Let’s just hope the little wife doesn’t ever mention that you call her ‘the bitch’. |
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| Unconditional surrender. |
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| Nice to see her soft and affectionate side, for a moment, before she really gets started on you. |
Oh, you will.
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| He should be more sensitive. Fortunately, parts of him are, so she can start working on those. |
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| It can’t be for clothes, because she buys them for you. And you’re not allowed alcohol or cigarettes. |
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| She calls it “head-spanking”. Isn’t that cute? |
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| Of course, it’s just possible they’ll take a bit longer than an hour. So – best to stop all that frantic banging and wriggling about. |
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| Won’t your wife be pleased when you get home and show her? |
Often undervalued, don’t you think? It’s the chill of fear striking deep into my stomach, as I watch the minute hand creep closer to the appointed hour, the hesitancy with which I approach the door and the tremble in my hand as I reach out for the doorbell that – for me – makes it more than just another way of getting bruises.
Ahem.
Next!
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| Don’t be fooled by that severe exterior. She’s actually a very kind person. Why did you know, she gives 20% of all your money to animal charities? |
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| Of course, she’ll need training. The Headmistress reckons that Mr Jones, the maths teacher, might be available to assist. |
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| Apparently, the new one has voice recognition. You have to train it to recognise your voice, though. So you say “Clean the floor.” If it doesn’t do it – press the red button to zap its balls. Then repeat the command. It’s quite uncanny how accurate and responsive it can become. |
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| That Raoul has always had a wicked sense of humour. Remember that time he told her you’d called her a bitch? |
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| What a lucky man you are that someone so attractive takes the trouble to despise you. |
