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.
Oh, what a shame. I was so looking forward to sitting in an overcrowded pub with a bunch of self-obsessed men, pretending to laugh at anecdotes I didn’t properly hear over the thumping music. Guess I’ll just be staying in, quietly rearranging her panty drawer. Damn.
Or several orgasms. It’s different for women, you see. In many ways. They get to come, for a start.
What, did you think they were going to bet their own money? That’s just not how this thing works.
She’s noticed there’s always extra demand for those products around the end of July: that’s the local domme’s birthday.
Oh, being blackmailed isn’t so bad. It’s when she decides to stop blackmailing you and publish the photos: that’s the really unpleasant bit.
She doesn’t really care, she’s just passing the time.
And an extra one, inspired by a letter I received this morning.
BDSM… it’s all about giving up power, as I might have to if the prices rise any more.
The hot goddess in this silly satire was of course the truly chilled Goddess Alexandra Snow.
Fortunately, Sally has come equipped with all manner of pins, pincers and other sharp objects. Wasn’t that lucky?
You asked her if you could hear a little less ‘Julio says’ so here you are – three days when you won’t have to hear that bloody phrase once. Maybe even longer.
Sometimes the trickiest ethical questions in philosophy turn out to have remarkably simple solutions in practice.
Keep quiet and maybe they’ll forget you’re there.
Especially if the person in question were hypothetically restrained and unable to do anything about it, no matter how much he – sorry, they – hypothetically screamed and pleaded?
She’d worry she wasn’t doing it right, if you weren’t crying.
There’s nothing like standing in the corner with a well-smacked bottom on display to give you a sense of perspective.
Her fees are reasonable. She isn’t, I’m glad to say.
I tried calling the NHS helpline once, because I thought it would be a turn-on to ask a nurse all sorts of questions about the safety of enemas and how to deal with unwanted erections. The nurse I ended up speaking to was very sympathetic and started taking me through all of the details – but I must somehow have let on that I was just phoning for the sexual turn-on, so it got a bit embarassing after that. Anyway, he was very nice and we’ve agreed to meet up some time after lockdown ends, so that ended well.
Sometimes a session starts badly, but I find when that happens the best thing to do is put it behind me and try to enjoy myself, anyway.
Wearing a shock collar can give you a sense of perspective too… along with a lot of very unpleasant electric shocks, obviously.
Well, all right. As long as I get to have my say on the subject.
That’s fair.
It’s so hard to choose sometimes, isn’t it? Hmm… would I rather have a cock in my mouth or a turd? It’s so hard being submissive – I’ll bet other sexual perversions don’t end up causing such dilemmas.
It’s actually doubly unfair to set particularly hard questions to boys, because we’re stupider.
Hope she reads the instructions. Apparently, if you exceed the recommended dose, it can cause quite a lot of discomfort. I mean, more than the intended discomfort, obviously.
