…than this one but Rule 18 is the only one that regularly features here. Reminder: it’s the advice to a novice domme that reads “try to avoid sessions with clients who have really specific fetishes and can’t get off unless it is exactly right.” But it’s just become an excuse to post pictures of things that might be weird fetishes or would be weird as fetishes.
Yes, I know none of you like this series. But (a) this is an extra post, so you don’t miss out on the usual Tuesday and Friday deliveries of wank-fodder and (b) I don’t care.
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| Oh that coy, come-hither look! And those froggy eyes. |
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| This particular kink is neither sane nor safe. Makes a nice arty picture, though. |
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| As it happens, the client’s specific fetish in this one was being told to fuck off and make coffee, so it is actually a Rule 18. |
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| What are the rules of this game again? Very different from the sort of hockey I played at school, anyway, which involved a ball, curvey-ended sticks and lots of fantasising about sporty girls with strong thighs charging around the playing field wearing gymslips (sadly in short supply at my boys-only school). Although in January and February, the playing surface was quite similar to the one in the image above, because our playing fields flooded, then froze. As did we… made me the man I am today, y’know. |
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| Oh… This Kink Is Definitely Not My Kink. If it happens to be yours… well, you’re the luckiest person on the Internet today, then, aren’t you? |
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| She looks pretty wascally to me. |
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| She doesn’t want your pathetic, wilting, stale little cup-cake, loser. She wants the firm, sweet and satisfying cup-cakes those guys have to offer. Possibly all three of them, at the same time. |
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| Of course she has. She’s a professional. |
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| Advice to a novice domme: no. Just no. Especially not in those heels. |
