… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.






… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.






Which is obviously fine, humanity being properly reserved for humans not apes or maggots.






Incidentally, my captions here often feature the wonderful Mistress Eleise (with whom I had the pleasure and pain in Paris of a session or three) objecting to blonde jokes. But that’s just my invention. Maybe she really likes them, collects them and treasures examples in which the blonde is being particularly dumb? If anyone visits Canada and if she’s still working, do try a few out and let us know how it goes.
It makes you understand very quickly.
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. He knew a thing or two, that lad. They should name something after him, to commemorate his life and work.





Cruellan (and Goddessian) material continues to become more and more available. Go check out the ‘SLOC’ programme and download gigbytes of sneering, beatings and delicious unpleasantness – and there are ever more magazines. ‘Is it free’? No it’s not free, you cheapskate, and nor are the best things in life. Like a lot of this stuff, though, I’m sure it’s vastly cheaper than it used to be when these things were bought wrapped in flowery paper in a Soho shop and carried home in shaking hands and breathless anticipation.

More feeble attempts at Far Side style humour, or at least captions that seem even less firmly strapped down onto reality than usual.






I’m afraid that once again this blog must turn from its usual light-hearted pursuits to the serious business of war. The last war. The war to end wars. They say there are no winners in war, only losers, but they are wrong. This was World War M.






Essentially the title is purely descriptive: we are back (after waking up woozily, dangling upside down, swaying around sickeningly as the abduction van tackles the winding country lanes) in the Facility. It’s a woman-owned, woman-run business that provides an ideal country break. Women can relax here, while men can get away from the stresses and cares of their everday lives to experience stresses and cares that are so, so much worse, for as long as their sponsors decide to keep them there.






Pretty girl. (Warning: SFW).






Again a post in which I have selected out those captioned images that seem to me to go a leetle too far into whimsy; which I’ll clumsily attempt to justify by sugesting they are in the style – although nothing resembling the same class – as Gary Larson’s brilliant Far Side.











