..but I think we’ve long ago established that, no? Anyway, it’s just yet more 1980s pop, this time from Mistress Tracy (Tracy). Distressingly SFW, like so much in life.






..but I think we’ve long ago established that, no? Anyway, it’s just yet more 1980s pop, this time from Mistress Tracy (Tracy). Distressingly SFW, like so much in life.
Once again, it’s time to look back on the more elegant femdom of times past. One of this blog’s earliest and least-popular series, continued here out of sheer stubbornness and an almost total lack of self-awareness: Jane Austen femdom. With a few anachronistic wobbles of a hundred years or so in either direction from the divine Jane’s own period.
* Yes, I know Jane Austen was pre-Victorian. Do pay attention: as the paragraph at the start noted, the actual time period featured here varies. All posts set before 1910 or so** are labelled as ‘Jane Austen‘ (indeed, many are introduced as featuring ‘Hot chicks in empire-line dresses’ even when the hot chicks featured are in fact attired in the fashion of an entirely different era).
** Posts after 1910 (and before about 1960) being labelled ‘Downton Domination‘. But you knew that, right?
So, after all these years of being told that football’s just a silly game in which a bunch of moronic boys chase a ball around in a field and surely I’m not asking to be allowed to put the ironing off just to watch that nonsense, apparently it’s a remarkable display of female skill, grace and power. Who knew? Well, my SO did, obviously, and now I do because she’s told me and that’s that.
Personally I’m not so much interested in the football itself as in the players’ muddy boots and sweaty socks in the fact that we are now officially all allowed to cheer ourselves silly(er) for a team called ‘The Lionesses’. That I do like, rather a lot.
It’s coming home. Unless the Lionesses lose on Sunday, obviously, in which case it’s going somewhere else. [UPDATE: They did. It is.]
Anyway, back to the depressing porn.
I have posted this before, but ‘too few’ is always the number of times I have done that, so here’s the lovely Mistress Vixen playing the piano.
Oui, c’est le jour de la Bastille, la journée nationale en France! Hourra! Vive la domination féminine!
The day the we celebrate the core French values of liberty, equality and fraternity – all three of them contrary to much of the material published in this blog, it’s true, but stirring and inspiring nonethless. As a Brit, resident in France and stubbornly hanging on despite Brexit (stubbornness is in my nature, despite vigorous attempts by highly skilled ladies to break me of the habit permanently), I feel compelled to pay my respects to the glory that is France and the gifts that great nation has brought to the world in the only way I know how: publishing porn.
Celebrated this day here before, once.
So, a selection of captioned images with at least some tenuous connection to La Belle France. Mostly published before, so there will be a proper post with five new ones tomorrow. Would I let you down?
And, look, chaps, if you want me publish a similar celebration of the jolly old national day of celebration in Blighty, you’re going to have to wait until they dashed well invent one, aren’t you? I’m not celebrating the bally King’s birthday, official or otherwise. Trafalgar Day… that would work. Celebrate rum, sodomy and the lash… I’m afraid I don’t personally drink rum but two out of three ain’t bad. Perhaps if they ever put Penny in charge, hmm?
More in this vein here.
Oh, and there’s this for sissy types, or anyone who loves frou-frou skirts.
… that’s what most men need.
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She’s getting mixed signals here. Fortunately, the ones she’s giving are entirely consistent. |
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Thank goodness for that. |
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My own SO avoids this problem by only fucking guys who despise me. Fortunately, that doesn’t restrict her freedom of action at all. |
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Honestly, given the choice between fucking her and fucking you, it’s hard to see how anyone could prefer not to play it straight. But some guys have weird sexual preferences. I’ve heard. |
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Actually, I have a funny story about a pair of masturbation gloves and some nettles. Well… it was funny at the time, anyway. For her. |
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Argh! It’s worse than when waiters do this… write it down! |
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Time to discover some traditional small-town values, I suggest. |
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You might as well be comfortable, while writhing in agony, after all. |
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Can a truly life-long relationship be founded on such flimsy foundations as a boots fetish and financial exploitation? Do you think he or she cares? |
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Kitten has sharp claws, daddy issues and some serious rage to work through. |
It does – like many other men, I discovered early on in married life how much pain can be caused by not listening carefully enough to my partner’s concerns.
Hmm. It’s hardly surprising they don’t send her the best boys they have, if she keeps on breaking them. But I don’t want to be the one to tell her that. |
Unnecessary rudeness can leave such a nasty taste in the mouth. |
Mistress wants her slave to put his clothes back on – quietly now! – tiptoe off to the dungeon door and silently fuck off. There’s a good boy. |
It’s good they’re all labelled because the faces usually get a bit messed up and hard to recognise, particularly those who were married when they arrived. |
Try not to judge her too harshly. He is very annoying. |
She doesn’t need any limits, so why would you? |
Actually, the disciplinary spankings can also be part of a healthy, active sex life, as long as it’s understood that it’s not yours. |
It’s a day to express gratitude, so don’t forget to do that. Oh – and to count, too. |
Don’t worry: ‘the good bit’ goes on for a long time. |
When she says she ‘doesn’t believe a word of it’ she means the story, obviously. She fully agrees with the statement that was actually tattooed on. |
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I usually find that my main thought during ‘thinking time’ is ‘I think I can’t stand this much longer’ but my SO says it helps and I don’t like to contradict her. |
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I think she’s over-reacting. First rule of army life: ‘stuff goes missing’, amiright? |
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They do other things too. But mainly that. |
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I think you’re about to make two lovely ladies very happy. |