True, that. I’ve experienced a lot of pain in my relationships with women and I can only hope and pay for more in the years to come.
Category: kneeling
And do you really fear that you might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
The European female she’s here. Warning: safe for work and contains scenes of a non-sexual nature. Warning 2: yet another expression of Servitor’s fixation on 1980s British soft punk. But then so’s this.
Dressed to repress
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.
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. |
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. |
Head under heels
It’s important to fight back against the stereotypes. Wear the t-shirt, use the hashtag, carry the pliers. |
Well, it’s more romantic than stealing them from clotheslines. |
It’s best not to think about it too much. Thinking generally isn’t a sissy maid’s strong point anyway. |
I’ve never really understood knitwear fetishism, although enforced knitting as an alternative to line-writing has its attractions. |
Thank goodness for that. Lots of vanilla escorts wouldn’t have been so in tune with your needs, you know, might have just gone ahead and given you a blow job anyway. She’s obviously very special. |
But females are strong as Hell
An old caption. Unless something surprising happens between my putting this into the queue and publication. Which seems unlikely. As surprising things so often are. |
It’s always a shock, in mid-life, to discover you’ve actually been gay for some time without even realising it. |
I’d rather go bowling with Simon, actually, but what do my opinions matter? |
Slavish obedience
A bit presumptuous, from someone I only met five minutes ago. What makes her so sure I won’t just wander off and never meet her again? |
You might think that after this experience she’d become a pro-domme, but actually she’s fine with the escort business, as long as she can occasionally beat clients up. |
Now here’s a professional lady more focused on the subculture’s needs! |
That would be funny…
… if it weren’t so sad.
Actually, there’s a perfectly simple explanation. Just tell her you’re a pervert. |
You can get quite sweaty dressed up like that. Hope the other guests have brought plenty of liquids. |
Very true. We each have our special skill. Mine is ‘incompetence’. |
Blubbolow fllabbo ploh? |
Strap, shackle and crop
…it wakes me up every time.
…and don’t forget to say a Hail Mary. She’s called Mary. |
Very economical. |
She has ideas about how to conduct their weekly performance reviews too. |
It’s a good thing neither of them’s gay. |
Ordered relationship
According to Wikipedia’s page on Order Theory: “In other contexts, orders may capture notions of containment.” Well, that’s certainly true. There are several types of orders, if I understand correctly, among which ‘strict ordering’ is clearly the best.
Oh, I think we know what Natasha’s going to say. She’s been breaking boys’ legs since she was a teenager. |
Sounds like a lot of fun. Get to work! |
If everything not OK, there might be some bureaucratic formalities to go through, at the male holding centre. |
You have something you’d rather spend 60% of your income on, than the divine Lady Sophia Black? |
She’s gone to all that trouble. The least you can do is suffer for her, hmm? |