Brutal honesty

They do say honesty is the basis of every successful romantic relationship – but brutality has its place too.


Don’t worry – she has lots of equipment and techniques to help manage the pain.




They do say small ones have more pain receptors per square millimetre, which is actually quite a turn-on for a lot of ladies.



He’s the foundation of the building just behind her, by coincidence.




Time for the evil – sorry, what?  I can’t say that word!



OK, well if the other two are totally straight I guess they won’t need licking clean, for a change, so that’s a bonus.











Keep smiling through

Fans (there aren’t many) of the Downton Domination series here probably, like me, feel a subtle frisson when contemplating the nannies, chaste husbands and simply frightfully modern lesbians who feature in those tales.  How can we simply enjoy tales of thrashings, chastity and forced homosexuality among this carefree inter-war generation, knowing the global catastrophe that was to overtake them in a few short years?  I don’t know about you, but I for one cannot enjoy a good wank to femdom porn, in the presence of uncertainty about how it relates to the rise of global fascism and the collapse of the false hope of international order founded on the League of Nations.

So today we run the reel of history forward, so to speak, to see the heroism of ordinary women and men – mainly women, obviously – from the darkest days of the Blitz through to the triumph of democracy.

NB: before anyone points it out, yes I realise the same lovely lady appears in several different roles in these images. She is not simultaneously a British secret agent, a headmistress of a rather superior girls’ school and a gallant Frenchwoman risking all to shelter a downed British airman.  She is an actress.

















Simply frightful!

More tales of female domination from a more elegant era.


 

Oh dear, how very tiresome.




And when you’re competent at the basics, perhaps you could try your hand at felching?  I’ve heard it’s simply divine.




Mind you, they say being married is an education in itself.



Erm… yes, I actually think I do.  Very much.


One must simply find amusement where one can, when spending time in the colonies.  Of course, it’s important not to let standards slip – but I doubt Kitty has.



Dressed to repress

 

She’s actually very tolerant – it takes a lot to get her to lose her temper. Backchat, obviously.  Disobedience too… and laziness, of course, as well as forgetfulness and ingratitude. Anyway, what I’m saying is that you’ll quite often find yourself not being slapped, even when there might be cause to, so there’s really very little to complain about when you are. Even if she permitted complaining.  Which she doesn’t.


 

 

 

Yeah, first gay sex experience is always going to be a bit daunting.   Once you get through that first time, you can just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. It won’t be long before you’re a very experienced player, having enjoyed so many sex partners, you’ll have forgotten that just a few hours before you were a virgin. 

 

 

Sounds fun… expensive, but worth it.

 

 

I found I simply didn’t have time for TV sports any more, after getting married. Busy busy busy.

 

 

Toss a coin?

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing to fear but fear itself

An odd quote.  If I feared fear, I wouldn’t pay to endure it, now, would I?  Anyway, anyone who really thinks there’s nothing to fear but fear itself hasn’t had a tawsing session with Miss Hunter, or been hand-smothered by Mistress Eleise de Lacey, to name just two among many ladies who can strike fear into me and have done so most delightfuly.


Don’t worry – she’s a very accomplished cook and will have a wide range of things for you to kneel on over time.  Pasta, pulses, various grains… And when you’re done kneeling on them, she can boil them up to mush, add a few flavourings and voila – your feeding bowl will be full for a week.




Ooh – what a lovely game!  I just want to rain a flurry of kisses down on her shoe in a never-ending display of adoration… and as that’s what she wants too, that’s what will happen.




I don’t specifically remember agreeing that.  If anything, I try not to think too much about the evening when we ‘discussed’ it, as it brings me out into a cold sweat.  But I’m sure she’s right, she usually is.  Always, come to think of it.




Time of the month, eh?  Always a bit difficult for the man of the house, especially if he’s a due a whipping anyway.  As I always seem to be, during her periods, for some weird reason.




The worst of is when they’re all sweaty and they’re grinding and pumping away and one of them looks up to discover she got bored and is watching TV.  Still: best not to stop. You know how she is about these things.


 



The love that dare not speak

 … without permission.


Perhaps you could write her a nice thank-you note while you’re wearing it.



No, they didn’t mention Rodney. I hope I don’t have to pay extra for him.



Just a soft little harmless thing.



When visting a French domme, once, I confused ‘quatorze’ (14) with ‘quarante’ (40).  The difference is actually very easy to remember, when the 26 ‘extras’ are laid on with full force.




She believes in having honest relationships with her clients.  Most dommes do. It must be awful for vanilla sex workers, having to pretend to like their clients and to enjoy their nasty desires.



Inter-disciplinary


Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll get the hang of it.



I once had a date with a girl who claimed never even to have heard of SPH, but she was really good at it.  I guess some people are naturals.



“Let the butt plug take the strain” was actually one of my few successes when I worked as an advertising copywriter.




On your toes and bent over – at the same time.  Welcome to the modern marriage.



Radical.

Abject pleasure

Any prisoner being mistreated has the right to protest about it, too.  As much as he likes.




Shame really… if the two of you were gay, you could save a lot of money by doing this voluntarily instead and not paying her to force you.


The lovely Goddess Snow, who makes the most wonderful tease videos in which she induces uncontrollable erections by… well, by existing really.


It’s complicated.  To be honest, I don’t quite understand it myself.  But she assures me there is a very good reason and I don’t like to argue.



I do occasionally wonder – especially when bent over and quivering in fear while being caned – what life would have been like if I’d had a different sexual fetish.  Plushies for instance.  That must be really easy.




I’m told I have a very punchable face.  I can confirm that.

The Garden of Earthly Delights

Obviously, anyone’s bound to feel a bit nervous before having a microchip inserted into their brains, but just ask any man who’s had it done – you’ll hear nothing but gratitude.
They’re quite smart, those ‘rate my date’ sites.  I tried sneakily entering a positive review about myself and I was automatically redirected to ratemywank.com. Where I built up quite a profile, actually, until my SO stopped all that nonsense.
One positive thing is that he has discovered he and his father-in-law have a lot in common, so that’s nice.

Mmm… edgy.  Let’s hope she doesn’t get too drunk this time.

Despite the general female-led tendency of this blog, I want to make clear that I think it is OK to have disagreements between husband and wife in marriage.   I disagreed with my SO once, very early on in our life together, and although it was painful – very painful, actually – I think we both found it to be a learning experience that made our marriage stronger.

Written submissions



There’s actually a funny story to how I came by that nickname.  Just ask anyone.







Lots of men find it hard to navigate the unwriten rules of modern office etiquette, which is why it can be so useful to receive feedback that is frank, immediate and eye-wateringly painful when the inevitable occasional slip-ups occur.

Another word Auntie Kate can teach you is ‘sadist’ but that’s for another day.
For the grand finale they invite members of the audience to step up and join them.

Myself, I’m not too choosy about clothing – I just wear whatever happens to be locked onto me that morning, you know?
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