Category: lesbians

The voice of authority

Thank goodness we have women to handle these tough decisions for us.
Don’t worry: you can tell her as many things you really hate as you like. In fact, she’d quite like to know what your number four and number five are, so don’t hold back.
Police have a difficult enough job dealing with rapists, it’s best not to tie their hands with namby-pamby restrictions on what they can or cannot do to them.

Back under the bed. They’ll try to keep the noise down.
She’s not planning to brighten your smile, but then you won’t be smiling much when she’s finished with you, so that’s OK.

The wrongness of men

She shouldn’t have to do all the work in this relationship. Or any, in fact.
Tricky situation. Torture and murder are, let’s face it, ethically questionable activities, at best. On the other hand, they really are very pretty feet. What to do?
Oh no, not again. And they needed a new umpire after Edie disputed that line-call, too.
I don’t think anyone has mentioned any limits – no one female, anyway – so I suppose it’s open house, so to speak.
I think of the time between 5 am and… oh, anything from about 10 onwards, I suppose, as my special time. No disturbances, nothing to do but chores. Bliss.
She could have just unhooked the leash, rather than taking the collar off. That’s a sign of trust in your releationship, you know. Cherish it.

Unsafe spaces

If you want to experience the thrill of taking risks in public, try disobeying her.
It’s their civic duty, unpleasant though it might be.
Ah… the sadistic new lesbian girlfriend. Always a tricky transition in any sub-male’s life.
Mistresses Hannah and Sarah are unavailable too… odd, that.
The whole N*z* girl thing is actually something of a declining fetish. I understand in America, liberal subs are increasingly requesting dommes to wear red MAGA caps, while conservatives want schoolmarmy types who will force them to state their pronouns. Maybe there’s hope yet, to heal the rift.
Ooh, maybe you’ll get to have sex with her! Or at least, you’ll get to have someone having sex with you, quite near her.
I told my regular domme recently that I’d find it very exciting if she were to spend a romantic evening with another woman, culiminating in lesbian sex, while I was kept in chastity and ignored. Turns out she’d already been doing that for months, if not years! So that’s quite a lot of backdated session fees I owe her.

And don’t forget to thank her

Kindness costs nothing, unlike cruelty which in my experience costs several hundred pounds an hour.

I think she’s not convinced but there’s still time. He’s getting to that point that negotiation experts call ‘closing’ and subs call ‘desperate pleading’.
I think for the next few hours at least, you’re Treasure’s favourite toy.
More life skills: maintaining eye contact is a good way of projecting confidence, trust and stupidity.

Even without the label you’d always know a Cruella shot from the glamorous locations, right?

Its’ a sugar-free version, basically.
Wow – bet he’s glad he’s not that guy!
More negotiation tips here, but… well, I’ve just never understood how anyone could do anything other than giving Annie whatever she wants, immediately.

Harsh untruths

“As long as it takes”, usually. Sometimes longer.
What are you waiting for? It’s rare to find a kinky costume that actually turns a woman on. Think how much closer this is going to bring the two of you.
And don’t worry if you have any concerns about her ‘three or four little changes’ – if there’s even one word that you want to change, she’s quite happy to leave the whole idea for now and give you as long as you like to come around.
Later on – with a lot of effort – they put him in the cage. That finally got him to their desired weight, without any more effort on their part, although it took quite a while.
It’s odd how many of the lesbian slavegirls on this blog seem to have an obsession with male genitalia. But I just posts what I sees.
Not entirely a surprise but he was at least hoping Nata would toss him off herself.

Books do furnish a dungeon

Due to the unparalleled reach of this blog (other blogs may – indeed do – reach more people and indeed many of the same people, but none will be exactly parallel), book publishers tend to send me ‘flyers’ for their latest publications. I thought I might as well chuck them onto the blog, as you lot will wank to anything with pretty girls saying vaguely pervy things, and it’s a lot easier than doing anything creative.

Available in all good bookshops, but you might have to go along way to find a bookshop good enough, these days.

Struck by her beauty

The purest feeling a woman can have for a man is the desire to hurt him.
Oh dear, I hope he hasn’t lost all feeling in them. That would ruin her plans for the evening.
Poor thing, she’s obviously been fretting. I’m sure it’ll all go perfectly, then tonight you can help relieve her stress in her favourite way.
That sounds scary. Thank goodness you’ve got a few hours outside in the snow, first.
They used to use waterballoons, then one of the girls had the brilliant idea of filling the balloons with other liquids and… well, it just developed from there, really.
If only people were more thoughtful… I think about Annie all the time.

Sanity, thy name is woman

Oh dear. I think the discussion about whether you need to be microchipped is finally over.
She wears things that turn you on… dresses, shoes, that kind of thing. So: time to slip into something less comfortable for her.
Actually everything was OK, because it turns out Treasure’s a bit kinky too. Well… maybe kinky’s not quite the right word. It’s more that she had deep-seated issues of rage towards the male sex to work through, but the result is much the same in practice.
She has developed a technique for dealing with panic attacks… usually she just goes off and has a cup of tea.

The lovely Maîtresse Blanche, there, who applies her treatments in a pretty little town near Fontainebleu outside Paris. I have been in that position, presumably in that very chair, and I was coping… OK with it all, until she discovered I was ticklish. But she coped very well with my not coping.

If you’re lucky she might let you have a longer ankle chain. But I wouldn’t bet on it.
Kitten’s going to think really hard about that.

Women’s scorn

You’re actually better off out there, away from the hot rocks and the tongs. Take my word for it – how anyone could claim saunas are relaxing is beyond me.
I suppose some might say she should use her powers for good. But there’s a lot of giantess / stomp fetishists out there and many of the videos are woefully unconvincing, so she is bringing delight to their sad lives – and earning a good living doing it, so really where’s the harm?
That describes me to a t. It might be the ‘Exploit me’ tattoo on my forehead, I suppose.
Obviously he knows the game… I mean, it’s not as if he could exactly be jealous of you, right? But he knows what she likes too and although he doesn’t share her sadistic impulses, he’ll do it for her and even pretend for her to be angry enough to want to break your bones and beat you unconscious. Rather sweet, that he’s so attentive to her needs – alphas aren’t always heartless brutes, you know.
Irina looks at least mildly amused. I suppose. Anyway, I’m sure it was worth it.
You could try running… Actually, not a bad idea as the Outdoor Freestyle is the event they most need to work on.

And she’s got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need

More Downton Domination: captioned images of high society and lowered trousers, in the 1930s and a little bit beyond.

The title of course is a quote from one of those frightfully amusing tales by dear old Plum.