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.
Occasionally I feel the need for a headline that takes us back to femdom basics. Not everything has to be ironic all the time. Does it?
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| Better do as she says. |
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| Sounds very sensible. You get what you don’t pay for. |
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| You’re going to experience some of her choices too. |
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| Oh, OK. I just like to know. |
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| My head is currently very, very fucked! |
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| It’s not the only cane, either. Dammit. |
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| Yes, that might be best. |
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| Don’t worry. She’s good at pain management. You’ll see. |
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| Thoughtful! |
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| Just one today, thank goodness. |
Sorry!
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| I could… but you’d never believe me. |
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| Can I brush my teeth now, please? Mouthwash would be nice, too. |
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| And how he’s going to get there, with no money for the bus. Still, she hasn’t stood in his way: credit to her for that. |
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| Synergies! Clever domme. |
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| What a bitch. |
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| “…and if there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left. “ Actually, I’ve never believed that. Some of us would be traitorous quislings from the start, for one thing. PS – she didn’t recognise him, actually. Not her fault – they used to get a lot of men at OWK. They all look the same after a while, I expect. |
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| The holiday starts here. |
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| Some of us have high natural levels of this chemical in our bloodstreams already. It’s produced in the spleen, I expect. Mostly because I enjoy typing the word ‘spleen’, which is a rather underused organ in femdom porn, I’ve always felt. |
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| It’s best not to let the cute ones off too lightly. |
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| Nazi dominatrices! Cute, huh? A bit illegal in Germany, but hey – this is the blog that treats its readers with contempt, remember? |
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| C’mon now! Are you going to let her get away with that? Huh? Oh. OK then. |
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| Yeah, the human body has remarkable self-healing powers. And if not, there are lots more men out there. |
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| She should watch out… illegal to watch that sort of thing in Britain. Illegal just about everywhere to actually do it too, so don’t worry about a thing – she’s only playing. |
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| Just try to hold onto the memory. For about eight weeks. |
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| I like to be helpful. |
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| Get ready… they’re rough. |
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| It adds a bit of tension to an otherwise dull game. |
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| Very wise. |
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| Oooh. |
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| Of course, there’s always a risk in catching up with old schoolfriends, that they’ll make you feel bad by being, like, waaay more successful. But really, when your future’s the butcher’s hook, there’s no point in drawing fine distinctions, I say. |
The love of women and the fear of women. I have both conditions.
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| Hmmm… She’s merely disappointed, not repulsed. I’ll consider that as progress. |
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| It’s a sacred bond – or a device for getting the housework done, depending on whether your finger’s on the button. |
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| Don’t worry: he’s very professional. You can be tied tightly naked over his trestle, and no matter how horny he’s feeling, you won’t have a thing to worry about. Well, except the savage beating you’re about to receive, obviously. |
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| …and she does mean everywhere. |
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| She’ll track them down. She’s very persistent. Anyway, can’t have feral males running about the place can we? |
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| Women, eh? Sometimes there’s no pleasing them. You try to apologise, and they just run you over with a tank anyway. Still… I guess we wouldn’t have them any other way, eh chaps? |
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| Cathie might need a new lawyer in her stable. She gets through slaves quite quickly – doesn’t look after them properly, truth be told. |
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| She has a plan. |
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| I suppose there’s little chance of either being a blow job? No? Worth asking… |
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| I suppose any Radio 4 listeners amongst you will want to point ou that I got the apostrophe in the wrong place. Radio 4 listeners are like that. The rest of you have no fucking idea what I’m talking about, have you? I don’t know myself sometimes, to be honest. |
Ah well, summer holidays over and it’s back to the daily grind. Which to be honest can leave you quite sore, especially when you then have to get up and go to work. But who am I to argue?
I hope you enjoyed the archival clear-out over August. But not that you enjoyed it so much you did anything you shouldn’t.
Back to normal. More of the same, but written more recently.
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| Down you go. You’ve got at least 10 hours before sunset. |
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| Submissive man not actually very good at housework, in reality! Who’d have thought? |
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| It’s just her thing. Go with it. |
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| She got you, babe. |
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| Yes. Anyway, it really doesn’t matter how big it is, if you’re not allowed to do anything with it. |