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.
… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.
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| And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway. |
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| I wonder what’s in the box? |
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| Very practical. |
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| Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come. |
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| She has my attention already. |
Servitor says: new widget! Try the new lucky dip feature, over to the right there.
… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.
Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!
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| ‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she? |
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| You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment. |
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| She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that. |
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| Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post. |
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| Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay. |
… and indeed beyond.
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| Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they? |
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| I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them. |
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| Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed. |
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| Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening. |
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| Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous? |
I don’t really have much of a managerial role in our relationship, actually, so I don’t know too much about that. This is what I know about:
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| It’s not easy being newlyweds – so many things to learn about how to live together. Thank goodness for whips, eh? Oh – and for some tips about marriage? Try Servitor’s seven secrets series. You’ll never see marriage in the same way again. |
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| No indeed. He’s only got one left, and he’d hate to lose it. |
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| Now I want you to know that Mistress Eleise, who features so beautifully in this image, would never really use a coathanger as a sound. Not unless it was strictly necessary, anyway. |
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| Why do I imagine that what they decide to do about it will also involve beating…? |
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| It’s actually quite hard doing open-heart surgery when you’re having an orgasm. Fortunately, it’s only a man they’re operating on. |
But by ‘ecstasy’ I mean extremes of pleasure, OK? This blog does not do drugs. Nothing here but good wholesome stuff like torture, castration, toilet slavery and forced bisexual blowjobs.
And not all at the same time, obviously. That would be ridiculous.
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| Oh dear. Still, it’s only 24 hours, isn’t it? How bad could it be? Is there anyone out there (apart from weird vanilla or male-dom types) who does not recognise Mistress Sidonia von Bork? Wonderful name, wonderful lady. |
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| Realism in session – it can be over-rated, you know. |
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| Nice tits. Nice cattle prod. Can’t have one without the other. |
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| He should go down on her knees to her. Like he did when he proposed. Or whenever he needs to use the bank card. |
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| Yeah…well, that’s actually true. |
… and I thought what I yam was a beta male, but apparently not. It turns out, I am an omega male:
Omega animals are subordinate to all others in the community, and are expected by others in the group to remain submissive to everyone. Omega animals may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.
Ah, let me be her outlet for frustration…
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| Yes, Ma’am. |
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| Not a beta – you see? |
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| Actually, good rough sander will have much the same effect – and it would be a lot cheaper. Fun, too. |
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| I’m sure she’ll think of something. |
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| There’s always a bit left over. |
…make love to me (in stereo!).
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| So hard to choose… |
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| That’s a relief. I was feeling a bit unmotivated there, for a moment. But I expect the whip will sort that out. |
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| How humiliating it is… not to have enough of your own money to buy condoms for your wife’s date! Sigh. Better fetch the purse. |
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| Nothing to worry about at all. I’m sure they handle all sorts of different online payments. |
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| Grr, She had a headache last month, too. I’m beginning to think she might be faking it. |
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| Fair point. It’s quite hard to travel internationally without money too. Or clothes. |
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| I expect they’ll just agree to keep it our little secret, don’t you? In exchange for total obedience, obviously. |
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| This is kind of autobiographical. I really hate the actual feeling of being beaten, so although in the weeks leading up to a session I’m all excited, in the hour or so before there’s just this “oh fuck, pretty soon someone’s going to be hitting me with a leather strap and it’s going to hurt!”. Out of all the fetishes there are, why this one, hmmm? Why not cuddly toys, or something? Or ballooons. I’ve tried…and balloons do nothing for me. |
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| Go on – surprise her! |
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| Yes, you’ll always have those memories. |
You know, for years now my Significant Other has been telling me (and all of her friends, and my co-workers, and people who work in the shops locally and so on) that my cock’s too small.
But do you know what? Just the other day, she told me she’s decided it’s too big, and she’s arranged for something to be done about it!
Well, I had to laugh. Women, eh?
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| Nothing to worry about – the flight’s delayed by three hours, so there’s plenty of time. |
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| Married life… it’s going to take some getting used to. Might as well start now. |
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| Looks like she’s decided to work to save the marriage. That’s a relief. |
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| Hmm. Another lady who seems to have made a big decision. Looks like important relationship milestones are a theme of today’s blog. |
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| Worcester is pronounced “wooster”, in case you were wondering. And this is the most beautiful woman alive. Anything else I can help you with? |
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Oh… and there’s a little extra at the bottom of today’s post. Just a little something.
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| A day to remember… and then a day you will try desperately to forget. |
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| It’s not as if your parents haven’t seen you cry before, anyway. |
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| I think it’s every boy’s dream. To grow up to do the laundry for a real fighter pilot… |
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| Well…someone who hasn’t paid, for a start. |
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| Gone but not forgotten. |
Extra extra!
Now, for those of you who have been sufficently dedicated to ‘read’ down this far, a little treat. Here’s a site I discovered yesterday and I can’t understand why I have never come across it (fnar fnar) before, It’s British, brutal and – well, like Cruella, really. And I do. Like Cruella, I mean.
http://thebritishinstitution.com
Pay site, and the preview pics are a bit small, but there are over 100 decent-quality (very short!) preview vids to watch.
I think it’s great. I don’t normally post links – I leave that to the mighty Paltego – but this site just doesn’t seem sufficiently well known.
Obviously, I don’t have any connection with this site. I don’t have any connection with anything, really.
Here are a few of the (too small!) preview photos:
Off you go, now. Don’t keep the Warden waiting.
