Category: mens lib

The nymphs tread out their ground, fa la

 .. for now is the month of Maying.  Fa la la la la la la la.


A latex-shining session?  Pah – that’s practically vanilla.  You’ve got a proper femdom activity booked, you have, so go ahead and enjoy every authentic moment of it.



That’s a shame, as the date was going quite well up to that point.  Maybe they’ll leave you their phone numbers.





My SO is fine with me deciding for myself what I want to eat when we go out to a restaurant.  She doesn’t usually let me have it, of course.


Don’t worry, she’s only planning to shoot to wound.  Much more fun that way.

The shapely ankles and calves within these elegant boots belong to Miss Chambers, of Cruella fame.  Now if only we could see her lovely, lovely nose too.



That’s a good clause.  I have it tattooed on me, just in case I ever forget.



Oh, and as a little bonus, I just discovered this delightful thing and felt compelled to share it. 

#Chris Pine from Entertainment Weekly

Unreasonable demands

She’s embarrassed now… but don’t worry, she has coping techniques for that.

 

 

 

Now come on – man up.  Remember what you all discussed at the last encounter group?  No, no I don’t mean the bit about ironing pleats – about standing up to your wives?  Yeah?  Right then.  Hang on – where are you going?  You can’t stand up to her on your knees!  Oh for goodness’ sake…

 

 

My SO and I have a consensual relationship.  I didn’t want to but she insisted.


They’d starve to death, I expect.  I mean, more of them would than when the Ladies actually are there, anyway.

 

 

 

This photo is actually a rather sophisticated optical illusion.  Many men, seeing it for the first time, don’t notice the slice of pizza, the big red cup, the bottles of water or the coffee maker – even after staring at it for hours.  Something to do with how the brain processes images, I understand.


 

She looked like something special

 …the kind who’d understand.


Perhaps she’ll bring you a treat.




Where there’s a will – and strong pelvic muscles, restraints and plenty of lube – there’s a way.


Some valuable soft skills there, to complement the hard skill set many of the senior staff already have.



If men’s libbers feel oppressed, they’ve got no one to blame but themselves.




Raoul has a gay friend!  Sign of the times.  Maybe he’s moving on from those ridiculous old-fashioned attitudes.


Their beauty and their style

He can do 100 words a minute – most of them being ‘sorry’.

 

 

 

I don’t see why it’s so unethical.  I mean, consent was sought and freely… well, consent was given anyway, which is the main thing.


 

 

 

She’s always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses.

 

 


I think we can all agree that anyone doing that deserves whatever Hayley feels like handing out (and she’s a big strong girl).




Romance, revenge and healthy exercise, all in one long, happy afternoon.


 

Well-ordered

 

You’ll find her arguments compelling, I guarantee it.

 

 

 

 

 

I know that some subs who are subject to strict speech rules rather resent them, but personally I really can’t complain.

 

 

 

 

That Clause 17(b) is a tricky one, particularly as it is written in an obscure regional dialect of Czech.  But it’s very useful.

 

 

 


And if you want something to take your mind off the pain, try letting yourself be overwhelmed by the frustration of a lifetime in chastity.  See – it’s a kind of virtuous circle.




Or higher.  Whatever.

 

Decadence: time for birthday spankings

Ten years today.  Good grief. 

Here are some of my favourite ever captioned images.  In general, when there’s one I am really pleased with, it is because the words and photo go together perfectly.  Either because the lady’s expression seems just right – in that, once you’ve read the caption you can imagine she’s saying that, or even be unable to imagine she could be saying anything else – or just because the caption picks up some quirk in the scene.

Other people might like other ones.  Or stories.  But I adore each and every one of the ones below, so I won’t comment further.























































And, of course….

 

… and…

…and finally, what my Tumblr stats suggest is the most popular captioned image I have ever done.  Which is quite heartening, as it’s not some fetish scene with latex-clad blondes (delightful though those are), but simply this:

 

 

 

So here’s to the next ten years.  Starting tomorrow with a bonus post of new stuff, to make up for all this recycled trash we’ve had over the last few days.

 

 

 

 

Society for the Promotion of Cruelty



Possibly insufficient levels of whatever hormone it is induces feelings of terror, too.









I once paid for this stunningly beautiful escort to go with me to a party. She was supposed to laugh at my jokes but I think her agency must have messed things up because in the event, she laughed at everything except my jokes.  Still, it was lovely being with her, at least until she got off with my best friend and abandoned me.  Quite expensive, though.
Looks cosy.




It’s the sound of one hand clapping.
 This the lovely Amy Hunter, who once left me battered, bruised and happy.  She has startlingly blue eyes and a startlingly painful tawsing technique too.

It’s funny how dommes constantly insist on being thanked for stuff like this.  Do you think maybe they have self-esteem issues?


An orderly marriage





Without question.



Good. Can’t wait for my consciousness to be raised.
10 is the new 8?  You know, just the other week my SO was caning me and I thought we’d finished but she announced that 12 was the new 6!  I don’t know… when I learnt maths in school it all seemed a lot simpler than that. You just held your hand out and counted until she was finished.


Actually, the vicar turned up on time and I have to say: he was quite cross to see what was happening on top of his altar!  So that was a bit embarassing, but the rest of the wedding day passed off smoothly.  The night didn’t go so well, unfortunately, but thank goodness Sven was there too or I think things would really have been difficult.









If I manage to find a copy of the video, I’ll share it with you. I’ve never actually posted a funny cat video – must be the only blog on the Internet not to have done so. 


I stand to be corrected

… or I bend over, or I just wriggle slightly in the bonds, making little mmphing pleading sounds.

There are no ‘behavioural problems’, only behavioural opportunities, my SO always says.  And I agree with her.


What many men who dabble in men’s lib don’t get is how profoundly offensive it is to women, to suggest that the sexes are equal.  I mean, how do you think she’d feel, to be told she’s no better than…  well… you?

Hypothermia play!  Mmmm….

Actually, I’m more of a leg man.  So, with a bit of luck…. oh dear.

Customs change – what was acceptable in times gone by is profoundly offensive nowadays.  I went to a stage show the other night which featured an on-stage spanking and I just cringed. I wasn’t even in the front row either – how come I always get picked?