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.
Katharine Hepburn said that. And this  is a picture of Audrey Hepburn, so the picture, like the Hepburns, is unrelated. Thanks to Downlow, low down in the comments for pointing this out. I’ll get me coat…
I’d have to say yes please. Ma’am.
“Readers” with an interest in Hollywood actresses may want to check the blog this coming Sunday. Just saying…
I suspect she’s already got the job on the basis of her proven leadership potential.
At least twelve years… and that’s subject to good behaviour. Admittedly, almost every single inmate is on his very best behaviour every second of every day, from about day two or three onward…. but nonetheless, somehow very few of them manage to qualify for early release. I suppose the wardens are just being careful, bless them… protecting the public.
Not sure permission to kneel was actually formally given, there, was it? Hmmm.
It must be a lot of fun having an underground swimming pool – this rich couple I know had one constructed, and I’m not sure I’ve seen the husband since it was completed. Apparently he spends all his time down there.
Oh, right. Well, if Raoul has needs, obviously that’s different. Sigh.
It’s your own fault: what you get for abusing her kindheartedness.
Good thing they had the bat with them. They usually bring it along on their walks, though – just in case it might come in handy.
…and so on. Sounds like it might become rather repetitive. I hope you don’t get too bored.
Don’t worry about the forced tofu-eating. Tofu has a slightly disgusting texture, but it’s pretty nearly tasteless – just absorbs the flavour of whatever liquid it”s been soaking in, basically. So whatever Raoul chooses to… yeah, anyway, I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Oddly, though, the client she still calls ‘Mr Superglue’ became a regular, after he left hospital. Subs, eh? You think you know how weird they’re going to be but they’re always twice as weird again.
In trying to come up with that title, I was thinking of ‘Blonde justice’ and had a sneaking suspicion I’d used it before, so I searched and found… oh dear, four posts all called ‘Blonde justice’. Is the blog really so forgettable, even for me? Maybe been going too long… but I’ve still got another 2772 captioned images unposted and I write more all the time, so I’m afraid we’re just going to have to carry on.
Anyway, blonde post. Yes, of course Mistress Eleise is in it. Did you really need to ask?
Obviously, it’s going to be very painful – it often is when a relationship ends – but don’t worry: one day she’ll look back on it and laugh. Possibly even next Thursday, when you come home with that funny bruised face.
Why should he mind? Why should she care if he does?
She’ll freely admit she’s a trophy wife. First prize in the ‘deluded and regretful old fool’ category.
I hate hypothetical questions. Strap me to the gurney and let me see the scalpels, then it will feel more like a real choice, that’s what I say. Assuming I’m still allowed to choose.
If you keep it up long enough, even an obese 220-pound man can easily lose as much as…well, 220 pounds, eventually. By weight, I mean. A lot more pounds sterling, obviously but who’s counting?
Told you. She’s magnificent. What an extraordinary honour and pleasure (and pain) it was for me to session with her a few times, in Paris some years ago.
In fact… shall we have another Mistress Eleise image? I say we should and it is my blog, after all.