Another post pointing out the various ways in which vanilla sex is just plain weird, as well as weirdly plain. Vanilla vs. Femdom – no contest, really, is it?






Another post pointing out the various ways in which vanilla sex is just plain weird, as well as weirdly plain. Vanilla vs. Femdom – no contest, really, is it?












Yes, more scenes from stories of brave princesses rescuing – or not – helpless knights and suchlike. A ‘happy ending’ every time – without even the need to plead and beg for it.












Or at least, as much as she decides he can take.






A few adverts I have come across*, while tidying my SO’s magazines.






* [Memo to self: put footnote down here with some witty innuendo about ‘come across’]
In your room. (Fem-not-dom and sadly SFW)






No, not the weather. Alas. Just these ladies. Hoorah.
I’m still having problems with the stupid firewall, sorry. But if you have tried to comment and requested access, do come back a day or two later! A couple of times recently I’ve approved access for people who don’t then seem to have used the access and commented. In principle, it should always work after I’ve approved you, at least for the same IP address. You just have to keep trying, as my SO wearily remarked the other day, as she took the cane back down from its hook and gestured for me to bend over the chair.






More feeble attempts at Far Side style humour, or at least captions that seem even less firmly strapped down onto reality than usual.






“We’ll take our tea in the punishment room, Watkins, as I’m afraid His Lordship needs an extended session today. No tea for him of course but do ask Cook to whip up one of her marvellous horseradish enemas, will you?”
More Downton Domination.





