leash – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

I wanna

be her dog?

wagwagwag…

He’ll be paying rent to her as well. The monthly rate is a very reasonable “everything”.

Mistress Akella, there, showing how patient dommes need to be at times.

Oh, I don’t suppose Janice would mind. She’s very easygoing. As long as you stay on the leash, you can pretty much do your own thing when she’s not around. It’s that kind of marriage.

In OWK, slaves aren’t judged on whether they fail or succeed. Just on how badly they fail.


She seems nice. Remember, though: it is very unprofessional to get involved romantically with your clients. So don’t even think about it.

Leashed to a frenzy

It’s nearly time for your next session anyway. Might as well just stay.

She loves him really.

Won’t be saying that again. Or anything else, I imagine.

Poor thing. Still another 20 minutes of the session to go. Her hand must be so sore.

I wonder what she does with them all? It’s only a small apartment.

Serene ladies of pain

It’s a learning experience. On both sides.

It’s good of her to make these arrangements for you, when she’s so busy preparing for her business trip and everything. You should think of something you can do to show your gratitude. As well as the additional respect, of course.

I rather like the ridiculous pervert clothes. But then I’m a ridiculous pervert.

He wouldn’t have to be brave all the time. Just at the start, when she ties him up.

I hope Anna says no. Do you think she’ll say no?

NB – some of you who follow this blog closely might have noticed that there was briefly another post published today titled “Happy returns”. But an anonymous poster kindly pointed out I had identified the wrong lady in the photo. As it is not that lady’s birthday, the post didn’t really work any more, so it has been replaced with this one.

Hurtful things

…and he’s good for relieving my… tension!

Oh well. At least you no longer have all that awful responsibility of making sure you’re keeping within the distance. You can be fairly sure it’ll be no more than four feet. Always.

I don’t want to think about this.

Fucking off is something I’ve always been really good at. All the girls would agree.

We used to talk about my cock quite a lot, in the early days of our marriage. But ‘gorgeous’ wasn’t one of the words she used.