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.
No household bills, but Dave’s still paying off the instalments on his motorbike. And it’s not like the pay-pig gets to choose, right?
Cometh the hour, cometh the humiliation freak.
Almost sorry but not sorry.
The Government have been giving men a chance to show they can improve without harsh measures. So far, results have been quite disappointing.
Goes with your total lack of personality, I expect. Sorry, but someone had to tell you.
Of course, the only reliable way to decide which OWK Lady is nicest is to experience a whipping from each of them in turn. Fortunately, Nigel’s already been sufficiently outspoken that there’s a rota on the wall of the Ladies’ break room to ensure that’s exactly what he gets over the course of his stay.
Dommes! Summer safety tip for beach play: if you’ve commanded a sub to remain in position, either check he’s above the high tide mark or remember to take him with you when you leave the beach. Unless you’ve brought a spare or two on holiday with you, of course.
When they are graciously permitted to take part in a conversation, males should stick to subjects they know best, like screaming and begging for forgiveness.
Castration wards are often the best-equipped in any hospital; it’s because a lot of senior administrators in the NHS these days are women, apparently. They do such important work: angels, all of them, angels.
Looks like she’s decided her domestic life needs her urgent attention and her job is just going to have to wait.
Nigel got beaten savagely for wearing the dog costume… but then Madame Christine went on to beat the speaker equally savagely because it was Tuesday. When it was actually Thursday! OWK, eh?
It’ll be a quiet night in, except for the yelping.
