To provide welcome relief from the brutal vulgarity of much of today’s femdom, here are some more Downton Domination captions, recalling a more elegant age when brutality was not so vulgar.
* Yes they did, they invaded Poland.
To provide welcome relief from the brutal vulgarity of much of today’s femdom, here are some more Downton Domination captions, recalling a more elegant age when brutality was not so vulgar.
* Yes they did, they invaded Poland.
Once again, it’s time to look back on the more elegant femdom of times past. One of this blog’s earliest and least-popular series, continued here out of sheer stubbornness and an almost total lack of self-awareness: Jane Austen femdom. With a few anachronistic wobbles of a hundred years or so in either direction from the divine Jane’s own period.
* Yes, I know Jane Austen was pre-Victorian. Do pay attention: as the paragraph at the start noted, the actual time period featured here varies. All posts set before 1910 or so** are labelled as ‘Jane Austen‘ (indeed, many are introduced as featuring ‘Hot chicks in empire-line dresses’ even when the hot chicks featured are in fact attired in the fashion of an entirely different era).
** Posts after 1910 (and before about 1960) being labelled ‘Downton Domination‘. But you knew that, right?
…but these ladies can.
Let’s just say I’ve had time to get my hand in. |
They should be more careful with their property. |
Don’t be alarmed; her mother may be a bit bossy but at least she likes you. She described you as ‘very suitable’ when you were first introduced to her, remember? |
She has a different – but very effective – approach to ensuring that the tasks you undertake are carried out properly. |
This is of course Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress or (for simplicity): ‘Ma’am’.
I think she shouldn’t be so diplomatic – sometimes it’s best to get honest, direct feedback. |
She doesn’t usually accept ‘submissive little weirdo’ clients, but sometimes it’s a pleasant change not to have to pretend to like them. |
Of course, even with a genetic explanation it’s still your fault. |
Percy looks like he might need to soak for ten minutes or so in the icy water of the pond in the garden, before he’ll be small enough to fit into his winter quarters. |
And this is Lady Annabelle whom I suspect is retired, but if not, she is certainly one of the smiliest dommes around, with a very fine line in teasing and mocking. If anyone can find a link to a site that’s her own, please feel free to share it.
She loses track. Does it matter? |
He must be very grateful. |
Safety first – sure,everybody knows that’s rule number one in BDSM play, but what’s less often remarked is how important it can be in non-consensual revenge torture too. |
She is technically a sex worker but then what you are doing is not technically sex, so I think it’s really up to her. |
You could try giving her just a little trouble. Just to test that wrist action. |
Yeah, it’s not a sexual thing for him. Or for you, as you’ll discover. |
I had a very sheltered upbringing – so much so that I was still a virgin when my second wife divorced me. |
Obviously. |
If he finds it any consolation, the things they will be doing to him will indeed bring sexual pleasure to both of them at the same time. |
The number’s important, because obviously the ‘U’ will change to a ‘C’ at some point and any staff member can access the records and alter the ‘R’ to an ‘E’ should she feel it appropriate to do so. |
I use names, though, including the awesome and glorious name Eleise de Lacy.* It’s an honour to do so.
Original here. I’ve heard that Doktor Soos is considered politically incorrect these days. I hope this goes some way to redressing the balance. This too. |
* Even though I am not quite sure how to pronounce it. Eleeza or El-eye-ssa?
More Downton domination. That’s all.
Thank goodness for that. |
He’s lucky. They had something back then that the modern world has lost, I think. |
Poor thing. She was very upset when her husband disappeared, you know. Made all the domestic staff except Havers leave the house for a week. |
Nothing worse than cold tea, is there? |
… you would never break the chain.
Oh, not again… |
Do you know, I think I might be so full after all that, I don’t think I could face a dessert? But fortunately, no one cares what I think. |
I’ve suffered from a few sexual complaints in my time. |
Well, it’s hardly my fault. I mean – I just glanced at her. For two seconds – three, tops! |
It’s tough, being a responsible adult. So I’ve heard. |