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.
The call of nature must be obeyed.
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| She actually has very high standards for sorryness. You’ll see. |
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| It’s her own recipe. |
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| Hmmm… edgy blackmail play. Got to love it. No really, you do. |
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| Love her, love her cane, I suppose. |
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| She has her own way of dealing with problems. |
Yes, I know. If it’s
any consolation, I think it’s a bit unnecessary too. When I told Alan your branded initials would
be wrong, I was really just making a light-hearted comment. I didn’t think he’d insist on changing
them. But you know what he’s like.
Hmm?
Yes, that’s the problem.
I mean, you just can’t brand a R over a W.
It wouldn’t look right. I tried on paper, and it just always looked really forced. So we’ll
burn a blank over to erase your old one completely, and then have EMR freshly branded
underneath.
Oh stop crying.
You’re lucky you’re not getting EMR-W! That would be even more painful, wouldn’t it?
I’d suggested hyphenating our last names. But Alan’s a bit old fashioned. Doesn’t really believe in feminism. So, I’ll be EMR, and it’ll say that on my credit cards and my passport – and on your left buttock. Actually, I’m kind of glad he insisted. It makes me feel very secure, as if by carrying his name around with me I’m holding his hand. I know it’s not very feminist, but I’m just not a very feminist girl, really. Alan’s made me realise that. That’s one of the reasons I love him, actually.
You’re getting away lightly at the moment, anyway, you know. I’m just waiting for him to realise that all our property
belongs to both of us. If he
does, maybe he’ll want his initials on you too.
But he hasn’t said anything yet, so fingers crossed – OK? Just our little secret. I know it really hurts, so I don’t want you to have to face any more irons than absolutely necessary, OK?
Sure. I won’t say a thing.
Oh – and Alan left some shirts to be ironed – and he wants his shoes polished. Something else to get used to, I guess! It’s going to be strange for you, having a man to run around after as well as me. Strange for both of us – I’ll have to get used to not being the only one in charge. You know he’s already offered to spank you, if I’m too tired some time?
It’s what she says when my hand’s been doing a bit too much lovin’. I just say ‘Yes Ma’am’.
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| The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I’m sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies. Except her clients, obviously. |
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| Perhaps these things should come with instructions. |
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| Sounds like a win-win. |
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| Actually it arrived two days ago. Come on – you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she’s going to be very cross. |
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| That’s very considerate of her, isn’t it? They’re not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know. |
Look. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did. It was just…a bit of a shock, you know? It’s not really something I know a lot about, and it just sounded kind of weird and scary… and I guess I just didn’t want to hear that this was happening. That this wasn’t really my husband saying these things. You know?
Oh darling, calm down. It’s OK. Really it is.
Only…it’s all very new to me, so you’ll have to be patient
with me at first, OK? I don’t think I
can do all of it. Not straight away. I mean like dressing
up in leather and rubber and stuff like that.
I don’t think I can do that. We don’t have to, do we?
But I was reading about these husbands who dress up in
maids’ outfits and do all the housework.
That seemed all right. Shall we try that? And I’m supposed
to punish you if it’s not done to my satisfaction, right? With a cane or something?
Oh – and financial domination too. I could do that, I think. We’d get your company to pay your salary into
my account, and I’ll control all the money – keep a tight rein on your
spending. Maybe give you an allowance
each week; or just make you ask me if ever you want to buy anything. Cane you if you spend any money without my permission.
“Or paddle”? For that one as well? OK, sure. Doesn’t have to be a cane, I suppose. Not every time.
I read a lot about financial domination. It does sound kind of fun, actually. So we can do that.
But no more than that, at first, OK? Just so we can take it slowly, for me. I’ve included in the contract the right of
Mistress to change the terms anyway, so we can maybe put in a few more things as I
get more confident with it.
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| She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often. She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you? |
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| It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that. Still, she could probably play around a bit. I mean, it’s only fair. And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key. |
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| She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair. |
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| Women, eh? There’s always one more thing, isn’t there? |
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| Pesky Geneva Convention. |
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| So bandwagon! Much out-of-date meme. Many comic sans (sorry Steve!). |
Let me see now… what did they want to know? They asked about hobbies so I said cleaning, ironing
and cooking. They asked about your sex
life, so I told them you didn’t have one.
They asked if there were any purchases that you always make sure you
never run out of, so of course I said tampons, because you know how cross I get
if you don’t have them ready for me. Oh
– and they asked about disposable income so I said you get five pounds a week
in pocket money if you’ve been good.
They lost interest after that, I think, because they just
finished up the survey and rang off.
I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:
helpless
It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me. The power of words, eh? But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?
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| Everyone should have a hobby. I have several. |
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| I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either. |
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| Oh dear. I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you? Maybe you should have a word. |
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| It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm. I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right? |
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| It’s good to do things together, as a family. |
Hi honey!
Listen – if that’s what makes you feel sexy, it’s fine with
me, OK? But I just need you to wash the trainers
out each time you do it, before I use them again, that’s all.
Oh – hey! I just had
a brilliant idea. Why don’t we keep an
old pair of my trainers for you to come in?
You could sniff the pair I’m using as much as you like, but then when you jerk off you’d do it into one of the old ones. Then I
wouldn’t have to worry about finding my new trainers all sticky!
Yeah? That works?
Oh – if I force you, huh? Honey, you’re really pretty kinky aren’t you! Sure – I can force you. I’ll tie your hands behind your back and force your face down onto my stinky trainers with my foot – how about that?
Yeah – I thought you’d like that. Or I could tie you to the bed and leave one over your face all night. Yeah, you betta believe it. All night, honey. Not in my bed, obviously. I’m not sleeping with a smelly old trainer in the bed. But I can put you in the guest bedroom.
Hmm? No honey, that’s
just Mario talking. I’m at the
hairdressers.
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| Not these, honey. These are mine, OK? |
Oh – hang on! Before you hang off, my old trainers are in the closet by the kitchen door, OK? Those are what you use for playing with yourself, honey, not the new ones! I mean it!
That’s right. OK, honey, have a good time. I’ll be back quite late – maybe not until nine or so. I’m having some complicated hair treatments today. I expect you’ll find something to amuse yourself with until I’m back. Won’t you?
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| See honey? This is where you’ll be making love from now on. You’ll always have a choice between two sexy lovers who’ll never tell you you’re too small, and they don’t mind how quickly you come! Do you wanna give them names? I think you should give them names. |
…just a few links and questions.
Firstly, if you haven’t watched R100 already (and you should have done because Paltego featured it ages ago on Femdom Resource, but now the full movie is on Youtube) just do so immediately, OK? Don’t worry about it all being in Japanese – I understand the plot doesn’t make much sense anyway, and in all honesty are you really watching it for the plot?
Here are some photos, anyway. Not carefully selected from hundreds of vanilla shots: a lot of the movie really is like this, all the way through. You know how you skip through movies looking for the kinky bits? Yes you do, just admit it. That’s better. Well, in this, you don’t need to skip.
Secondly, and very different, there’s this. It’s not really femdom, because there’s nothing overtly sexual about it. But if you’re into 60s housewives and if you’re into menacing, dangerous ladies (and I expect you are, because let’s face it, you’re a bit of an old pervert aren’t you?), you might like it. But after the dominatrix-fest of R100 don’t go expecting it to be femdom in the mainstream, OK, because it just ain’t like that. Just a menacing little tale.
And finally, if you’re still here you’re probably a regular reader and I thought I might ask you about the blog. I don’t really understand what’s going on with the stats. I have more and more pageviews than ever – August 2014 was nearly 100,000, equal best ever, thanks to daily holiday photos. Took me over three million all time, woohoo. But there are fewer comments and absolutely no new followers: my follower list has been stuck on 296 for as long as I can remember. So I’m beginning to think maybe more and more of my traffic is web-crawlers and suchlike and really the blog is static or in decline.
Most new blogs seem to be on tumblr. Should I move to tumblr? I don’t really like it as much as blogger… it feels more ephemeral and less serious than blogger. I treat tumblr as a sort of database of internet porn photos and often don’t even notice whose blog I’m on. So I feel the blog would lose identity if I moved it.
Is there anything else I should be doing? I occasionally get extra traffic from having a captioned photo posted on tumblr (hence the little watermark), but it never seems to translate into sustained new sources of traffic – the sources of visits here are always the same (thank god and paltego for Femdom Resource!).
None of this matters all that much. I am fairly happy continuing to post things, and I have well over a year of unposted captions just now, so… I’m not about to stop or anything. I just wondered whether I’m missing anything and I’m in a declining section of the Internet. Surely the population of perverts on the Internet isn’t maxed out yet?
Anyway, here’s a captioned image for reading this far. Thanks.
