





A week is a long time in politics, they say, which makes it a lot like predicament bondage.
I should apologise for any medical problems induced by the high prevalance of heart-stopping beauty in this post. But I won’t, because anyone collapsing in front of his screen, trousers around his ankles, probably deserved it, nasty little pervert.
You will, of course, have recognised the title from the divine Jane’s Sense and Sensibility and thus have girded your loins (or had someone else firmly gird them for you) for another chapter of this blog’s longest running theme: period femdom. Like period drama you see, only…
What? No, not that kind of ‘period’. Pervert.
Anyway, here come the hot chicks in empire-line dresses, bustles, cropped bodices and suchlike.
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Any prisoner being mistreated has the right to protest about it, too. As much as he likes. |
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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. |
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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. |
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I’m told I have a very punchable face. I can confirm that. |
“Well?” she demanded. “Get on with your chores” and she watched them scurry from the room, stammering their apologies.
“Sorry about the smell. Been on my feet all day”, Cinderella
explained.
“It’s, erm… it’s no problem at all.” gasped the
Prince. “You know, Lord Chamberlain, I think we don’t even
need to try the slipper.
This is obviously the right pair of… pair of feet.” and he moved closer,
his face hovering just above the damp, stockinged foot.
“Oh yes. Yes: these are the feet.”
“Are you sure, your Majesty?” the Chamberlain
replied. “They look a little on the
large side to -”
“Well then the slipper must have shrunk!”
snapped the prince, not taking his eyes from the foot he held so gently.
“Shrunk, Sire?” the Chamberlain replied, one eyebrow
raised. “The glass
slipper?”
The Prince turned on him in fury.
“How dare you question your Prince!
Arrest this man! I shall decide
what to do with him later.”
“Perhaps a few years in the salt mines?” Cinderella suggested. “With hard labour? I’ve heard that can be quite
effective.”
The Prince looked up into her blue eyes in shock. “That’s quite a harsh, erm… well, for a man in
his age and condition…
I think…” he tailed off, noting a distinct pout coming over the lovely features
above him.
“Quite right, my dear, of course.” he continued. “As you wish.”
Her restored smile seemed
to light up the room. “And we won’t be needing
that silly thing” she added, indicating the glass slipper with an elegant
finger. The finger pointed towards a spot on the
floor, where the Prince placed it.
Stand back”, she instructed. And down
came Cinderella’s other, still-booted, foot shattering the slipper into ten
thousand iridescent shards.
“Oh dear” she smiled. “So now I suppose whoever’s foot fits into that gets to be Queen?”, and the Prince raised the boot he was holding in shaking hands towards her gracefully-pointed toes.
And it was a perfect fit.
Please? Please don’t say that. I’ll be good, I promise. I –
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Its ridiculous really. If she wants a curvy cock, what does she think this is, neatly tucked away in the tube around my scrotum? Women, eh? |
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He’ll be thanking her particularly fulsomely.* |
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Maybe I could have sex in the fields? When the weather’s a bit warmer, obviously. |
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I wonder what the question was… Honestly, who writes these things? Why be so obscure? |
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And new things about bears. I’ve heard they shit in the… anyway, I’m sure you’ll have a very interesting time. |
* ‘Fulsome’ is a word often mis-used to mean ‘complete’ or ‘enthusiastic’ when in fact it means ‘excessively flattering or insincerely earnest’. I once emailed a domme I was visiting, expresing my ‘fulsome’ thanks for my treatment in our last session, to be greeted next time by a Mistress holding a dictionary and a cane.