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.
Many people think that any deals thrashed out in the context of a long-term femdom relationship will inherently be unfair to the male, but it’s just not true. Every time my SO and I have come to an agreement about something, the deal has always involved my getting something I value: an imminent prospect of the cessation of pain, for example. That’s usually a lot more important to me than whatever it is I have to give up in exchange. So it’s a win-win, really.
The wonderful, magnificient Eleise de Lacy, of course, and the delightful Miss Woods who has not had to suffer the unpleasantness of Servitor’s proximity.
…and an extra one with an absurdly long caption, why not:
…although I share them, obviously, even the ones I haven’t been told about.
She’s taking this very casually at the moment, but don’t worry: I’m sure it’ll come up again in the next weekly reminder session.
Best to get it over quickly. After all, the whole point of chastity play is the chastity, not the orgasms. Some men don’t get that, at first.
Deniably, that is. I’m sure she could think of many, many things he could die of, were it not for the pettifogging legal system.
As it turned out, he did indeed ‘experience fresh challenges while continuing to deepen his existing skill set’ in his session with Strict Madame Lydia, so that worked out well too.
She gets a lot of job satisfaction. Not just the pain she gets to inflict, obviously, because she’s a professional with a keen interest in social rehabilitation. No: it’s the humiliation and the misery, too.