

The lovely Zoe Page, of course. You knew that, right? She gave me a wonderful post-spanking cuddle once, but her femdom persona these days is a little harder-edged.




… and finally, because it’s not particularly femdom, we’ll call this one an extra:



The lovely Zoe Page, of course. You knew that, right? She gave me a wonderful post-spanking cuddle once, but her femdom persona these days is a little harder-edged.




… and finally, because it’s not particularly femdom, we’ll call this one an extra:







Costs… quite a lot. If you want her to pretend to care, that’ll be extra, too.






…without good reason.










These are of course the magnificent Goddess Sophia, on (and in) the right there, who has had the discomfort of having to scrape Servitor off the sole of her shoe several times over the years. And Ms Morrigan Hel, on the left, with whom I have not had the pleasure, although she did once walk past a cage I was in.














A week is a long time in politics, they say, which makes it a lot like predicament bondage.
I should apologise for any medical problems induced by the high prevalance of heart-stopping beauty in this post. But I won’t, because anyone collapsing in front of his screen, trousers around his ankles, probably deserved it, nasty little pervert.












Quick reminder (I know most of the blog’s readers are male and therefore have difficulty remembering things not thrashed into them): Servitor on holiday, three contextless images a day pre-programmed in (except occasionally when there are more), probably no replies to comments etc.


