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.
More Downton Domination: captioned images of high society and lowered trousers, in the 1930s and a little bit beyond.
The title of course is a quote from one of those frightfully amusing tales by dear old Plum.
But fortunately correcting them is in the power of woman.
John Calvin said that, kinky little slut that he was.
In case you’re wondering why I am posting on a Thursday instead of the usual Friday, the answer is ‘rank incompetence – the idiot’s not even able to read a calendar properly, for goodness’ sake!’.
Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, a day when humiliation freaks worldwide will rush down to the letterbox in the morning, to revel deliciously in the proof that once again, not a single one of the three billion females in the world has the slightest romantic interest in any of us.
Actually, I did once receive a Valentine card, from this girl I really fancied at school and didn’t have the courage to tell of my feelings for her, but it turned out it she had sent it to the wrong address and it was intended for someone else. Goodness, how everyone laughed and laughed when that little mix-up was revealed in class, after I got down on my knees to confess my long-standing love for her. I hope she wasn’t too humiliated by her error being exposed so publicly, poor thing.
I do have a couple of Valentine-themed captions, as it happens, but not a
full set of five, so I thought I’d… what’s that, readers? You say you don’t
give a flying fuck whether I creatively theme the blog or not? That you
just want to masturbate to images of pretty ladies saying humiliating
or vaguely menacing things, so why don’t I shut the fuck up and get on
with it?
Oh. OK then.
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| You could cavil at the poor quality of the photo, but this is Mistress Ardenne so even a blurry photo is more beautiful than 99.999999999999% of things on the planet. Long retired, I’m sure, so don’t even ask, OK? |
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| Wow. No time for second thoughts – let’s tie the knot! |
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| My SO says the same: apparently it’s ‘easier’ to leave me locked up. Personally, I’ve never had any real difficulties masturbating (except when my penis is locked in a tube, or I’m in tight bondage or agonising pain, that is) so I don’t really see why that should be but I don’t doubt she’s right. For one thing ‘doubting she’s right’ is #255 on the list of forbidden activities, just 243 places below masturbation itself. |
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| Selecting honesty level two would have got you “Oh… it’s all right, I suppose. A bit below average but I’ve seen worse.” |
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| Funny how it still feels just like that very first date you went on together. Some relationships are like that, but it’s very rare. |
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| Oh dear, not again. You’d think she’d have learnt to be more careful by now. |
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| My SO promised me, when she brought out my first little maid’s dress that if it ever became too humiliating, I could take it off. So far, apparently it never has – in fact, she generally thinks it’s not humiliating enough – so we’ve not really tested that, but it’s good to know. Safeguards are important. |
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| Respect is very important in a marriage. |
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| Young people in love can be so romantic… let’s hope he gets out of their way quickly. |
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| This humble slave once assumed ‘supplication position #3’ to ask its revered and powerful Mistress whether She would gracefully consent to granting Her humble slave the precious gift of a high-protocol BDSM relationship, but she just told it to fuck off and stop being so irritating. |
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| Nice of her to ask, but she really needn’t have. |
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| Don’t judge her, OK? Let her judge you. |
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| Every hour is devotional time, surely? |
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| Technically, it works just as well when he’s not conscious, obviously, but she finds it harder to get motivated. |
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| Poor things, I hope they’re not too cold. Thank goodness they have coats, anyway. |
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| People think that the whole ‘femdom humiliatrix’ thing is just a minority interest but back in the day when I was dating I met so many girls whose sexual fantasy was to deny me sex – and many who mocked my small penis, too. They’re out there if you know how to find them. |
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| It’s actually a bit hypocritical of her to say that, because in the six months before the op, she was the one who managed to work the subject into almost every conversation. Still, probably best not to call her out on it… you know what she’s like. |
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| It’s very odd – according to my SO, I often choose courses of action that lead inevitably to my being subjected to intolerable pain. But she’s supposed to be the sadistic one! Go figure, as they say. |
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| Erm… whatever we’re permitted to say, I suppose? |
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| Several of the prisoners in the nearby underground prison tearfully begged Madame Jana not to make him do that again, saying they preferred the whip. |
And finally, any Swiss fans of the World War M series might want to note that their opportunity to serve their country in those crucial mobile laundry units has finally arrived.
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| Perhaps she ought to explore ways to teach him what her orgasm sounds like. There must be opportunities, for an independently-minded lady such as her. | . |
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| Actually, most of the women I have ever paid to mistreat me are very kind to animals. Maybe it’s a balance thing. |
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| Thank badness for that. |
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| Hmm… let’s think. I’m not staying at a Travellodge, OK? I do have some standards. |
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| I read about this fake findomme who was defrauding her clients. Apparently she was taking their money and then not ignoring them at all. It’s sad that kind of thing happens, as it gives the whole industry a bad name. |
