Male In Name Only

Actually, although it’s a very specialised field of architecture, her fees are fairly low, not least because she doesn’t need to pay any assistants.

 
 
 
 

And they say castratrices have no feelings.

 
 
 
 

If he’s bad at sums, he might need a little thinking time in the corner to get the salary offer right.

 
 
 
 

I’d queue up…

 
 
 
 

I’ve always enjoyed a vigorously bisexual sex life: left or right hand, doesn’t matter to me.
 
 
 

 

Chain keep us together, running in the shadow

Yes, it’s another link to a music video with only the most spurious and tangential connection – if any – to the theme of this blog.  
 
That theme being, obviously, this:

He even scratched in the corner his tally of how many there are.  But you could wipe that off if you don’t want spoilers.

He’s going to have ever such a clean mouth. And a very respectful attitude too.

Hmmm. Looks like you’re gettig that date rape after all!

Oh, it doesn’t matter.  Mouth and anus – they’re just two ends of the same tube. As my SO likes to point out: shit comes out of both and ocasionally needs to be shoved into both too, so why worry?

Awww.  Sweet.


Gynarchy for the UK

It’s coming some time…maybe.

All these are to be read out in a Bri-ish accent, orright?

Don’t worry – she’ll give her one more chance. She’s quite forgiving really.  She’s just cross because she’s got to go to all the trouble of murdering you and disposing of the body, that’s all.

I myself am very firmly opposed to corporal punishment.  Forunately, nobody pays a blind bit of attention to my views.

She’s good at riddles, too.
Send him out?  Honestly, Henry shouldn’t let her just boss him around like that.  He should stand up for himself… be a man.

He does.  But I’m sure he’s grateful inside.  The British Institution – not to be confused with the Royal Institution, although the one time the BBC made that mistake was the best Christmas science lecture series ever.



See if you can spot the eight men concealed within this picture!





Baby it’s cold outside

…but not quite cold enough yet for me to be allowed to sleep in the house.  Never mind.  Here are some wintrish captions.


It’s a bit cruel of her, to focus so much on the depressing news of our changing climate. Look how unhappy he seems.

The treatment he’s experiencing looks most unethical.  I’d click to inform People for the Ethical Treatment of Males about this disgraceful behaviour, but I only have one hand free and that one’s typing.

Oh well.  At least your day had the prospect of some meaning, for one brief moment.  Back to your squalid and pointless existence.
The UK’s not generally known for its outdoor porn shoots: pallid, goose-pimpled flesh shivering under a grey sky isn’t really a turn-on for most punters.  Femdom porn, as ever, is an exception and Cruella especially has lovingly documented the effects of the changing seasons on the male British body.  The shoot above appears to me to be in early summer, when the weather is no longer wintry but is turning merely ‘bloody cold’.  Impressive they managed to find a day when it wasn’t raining, too.


OWK does actually have a complaints box for its male guests, surprisingly enough.  I spent six hours in it once. 


Bring me to my knees

Mistress Chrissie always does.


Witchcraft? Oh what nonsens

Apparently, they’ve just discovered a new treatment that prevents testicular cancer altogether.  My SO has arranged for me to have it next week – wasn’t that thoughtful of her?
Could be the solution to our over-stretched prison service.  I happen to know several ladies in London who own cells, cages and suchlike – they should get in touch with the Home Office, offer to help out.
She does extras. Tip her enough and she’ll even fake laughing at your jokes.





She’s making mushroom surprise.






It’s what I go to dommes for

...you can call me crazy


(Kinky bit is 2.18 in if that’s really all you’re after. Pervert).



Of course, as long as everyone keeps quiet there’s no way she can find out who wrote it.  And it’s not as if she can cane the whole class just because one boy misbehaved now, is it?


They do need male teachers, though.  Every time they seem to have got the male/female ratio on the staff up, another lot disppear and they have to start again.  So at least you’ve got job security: there’s that to be said for it.

Cold cream?  And, ermm… not being beaten?


What a bad girl.

I wrote this caption last year, surprisingly enough.


Just like a prayer

Humbler and humbler we become.
Brisk, businesslike and to the point.
I was the victim in an abusive relationship once.  It’s actually quite a traumatic memory.  I was upset for months afterwards… begging her to come back.

 

It’s good to have a hobby.
Charlotte’s Web – the femdom version.  With bacon for supper.

 

Trustee

Ah, now that’s Servitor.  Nasty perverted little piece of work, but
he’s a trustee now so he’s allowed outside.

You see, we had this competition among
inmates for ideas on how life here could become less pleasant.  And Servitor came up with the daily branding.
Of course, we already knew that the inmates hate the branding iron, more than
anything else.   But you can’t burn them
every day, they wouldn’t last their sentences.

So this clever little weasel came up with
the idea of strapping each inmate down every day.  The guard stands behind the prisoner, and
grabs a red-hot iron, but she also grabs one that’s just slightly warm.  Then another guard rolls two dice. If she
rolls two sixes, he gets the glowing brand, if she rolls anything else he gets
the cold one.  But the movement is just
the same each time, so he won’t know until he feels it.

We do them in rows of 10 or so.  According to this little worm, there’s a 25%
chance of at least one of them being burnt in each row. Every single day, back
they come, for their branding time.
 

Quite the clever little worm!  But not a very lucky one are you,
prisoner?  Show Sergeant Woods your arse!

See? Got three already.  He probably goes around all day dreading
it.  They all do.  More than two years of his sentence to go… how many more double sixes, eh Servitor?
Every one of them richly, richly deserved.

The parts of the lovely (but firm!) guards in this short tale were played by Mistress Eleise de Lacey and Miss Woods.  The part of the clever servitor was played with some difficulty by the real, stupid, Servitor.

New job


So, that’s that!  Last
session.  Hope you enjoyed it.
Hmm?  No – I’m giving
up the business completely, I’m afraid. 
Got another job!
You know about this new programme they have for convicted
rapists?  Hard labour and corporal
punishment  – well, it’s just like the
job, isn’t it?  They even keep them in
chastity belts.
So I saw an ad for prison guards and I thought ‘why
not?’  I didn’t think they’d really want
a pro-domme, but I had an interview and then they gave me a rapist to work on –
you know, show what I could do.  I really
enjoyed it, actually.  Just brought home
to me how much I hate pandering to you lot – dressing up like this, not really
hitting hard, safewords, all that. So I really went for it. 
And they said it was great! Later on, when he had his apology
session with his victim, they said they’d never seen anyone begging for mercy
so frantically.  Didn’t do him any good –
she gave him the maximum additional years. 
Apparently they always do.
 
 

So yeah, I start next Tuesday. No more pro-domme, no more
clients.
Hmm? No, I don’t want to stay in touch. If that’s all right.
It was always just business. You know? 
There are plenty more dommes. You just have to accept that you’re not
seeing me again.
Well yes, I suppose we would see each other again if you rape someone!  But really, you do not want to meet me like
that.  You wouldn’t believe how much more
it hurts when I really mean it.
Oh – and rape is not a joking matter.  Rather a bad note to end on, don’t you think?  But then you always were a bit of a tosser.  Now fuck off.
Yeah, you too. Bye. Stay out of trouble.
 
 

 
The role of the divine Goddess Heather in this story was played by, errr, Divine Goddess Heather, appearing in a Femme Fatale Films photoshoot.

Don’t question why she needs to be so free

…she’ll tell you it’s the only way to be.

Dinner parties can be such hell, can’t they?
 

 

Seems fair.
This is the lovely Mina Thorne, in a very fine video for Men Are Slaves (well of course they are)

 

Hmm.  Maybe there’s some hidden food and when I find it I’ll also find a way to kill the cockroaches?  No, that’s not it…
 
 

 

You’ll feel a lot better once you know you have no secrets from her.  Well – when the welts have died down, anyway.
 
 
If you look very carefully, you can just see one of his toes poking out, I reckon.  He’ll get in trouble for that if she finds out,though, so keep it to yourself, OK?
 

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