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.
It’s Sunday, so it must be a themed post. Unless I run out of themed captions, in which case there won’t be a Sunday post at all. I’m not made of captions, you know…
On this occasion, the theme is the ever-unpopular ‘Vanilla vs. Femdom’. Enjoy. Or dislike. Whatever.
PS, fans of old British femdom mags and of quirky mainstream takes on our little hobby might be interested in Alf Garnett discusses Cruella, over on Mr Rogue-Hagen’s magnificent Cruella site. Alf Garnett was the British inspiration for Archie Bunker, for American ‘readers’: an old man satirising right-wing views in absurd ill-informed bigoted rants. Nowadays of course, our political leaders do that themselves, so there is no need for such stuff.
She finds she meets interesting people when she walks you in the park. And tedious but enslaveable ones too.
She’s a very spiritual person, as you can tell.
I don’t know what the bad things were in my brain that the doctor removed but there must have been a lot of them, because it’s very empty now. Thank goodness I have a loving wife to remember things for me.
The taste of ‘shut the fuck up’ will always be associated for me with the sharp, painful feeling of ‘because I say so’.
“The band was the inspiration for the phrase “Sleeperbloke“, referring to
the disparity between the glamorous singer Wener and the other
frequently ignored members of the band (who tended to be far more
anonymous and stood at the back)”
Quite right too. On we go.
Oh… the sort of ‘discussion’ in which my contribution is mainly limited to thanks, apologies and tearful pleading. OK, I’m good at those.
Thank goodness Billy has a loving wife to look after him.
You need to make sure you shave closely every day. But that’s not so much to ask, is it?
I’m sure she’ll want to hold full and frank discussions thoroughly exploring all of their demands, before thrashing out an agreement.
I’ve tried assuaging my residual Catholic guilt by seeking punishment from dominatrices but for me it just never really works, as I end up having even more sinful thoughts – it’s like a never ending cycle of lust, guilt, penance and shame. I love it.
Oh… and an extra one. Being for the benefit of Mr Allen.
I have quite a few tattoos – my SO says it gives her a feeling of ownership. Mostly shopping lists or phone numbers.
Still, she’s wearing a proper medical outfit, so you know you’re safe in professional hands.
Poor Andy. Bet he felt humiliated!
I’m quite good at scrabble. I’m rubbish at blow jobs, though… everyone says so.
Looks like someone has forgotten the virtues of kindness! Honestly, saying such hurtful about Felicity; it’s hardly in the spirit of charity and forgiveness that the Order prescribes, is it?
Goodness. I hope I don’t have to say too many Hail Marys.
There’s an interesting philosophical point there, actually. Can one ‘show’ nothing? Or is ‘nothing’ merely the absence of showing? Taking the thought experiment further, can one be ‘nothing’? My SO says one can, and one is, so that point is fairly settled.
Icelandic femdom is complicated. But worth it for those interested in play that involves being subjected to extremes of hot and cold, as well as eating raw fish.
Lots of men get quite nervous before their first time with her. And full-on hysterically terified before all subsequent sessions.
Finishing with a religious theme too. The movie Valentines Day is highly recommended. Taylor, Anne… Mostly vanilla, obviously, but there is even a very brief femdomination scene, with Anne being a phone sex Russian domme with a rubber band.
These ladies can do that for you, if you like. Or indeed, even if you don’t.
It’ll be all right. You should be able to avoid the more painful penances as long as you haven’t been having sinful thoughts. You haven’t… have you?
Particularly as you’ll not be staying in the same hotel as them.
Hope he has a diaper fetish…because she’s a bit incontinent these days. Still – not many of us get a chance for real 24-7 slavery to a dominant woman, eh? Lucky beggar.
You sit on the edge of the engine, with your trousers down around your ankles, and just wait for the fun to start.