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.
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| Or the one before that. |
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| I like to leave these details to my wife too. She’s better at that sort of thing. |
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| Return of an old friend. |
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| On the plus side, they do get lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off. On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed. Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too. |
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| Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh? |
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| It’s nearly time for your next session anyway. Might as well just stay. |
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| She loves him really. |
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| Won’t be saying that again. Or anything else, I imagine. |
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| Poor thing. Still another 20 minutes of the session to go. Her hand must be so sore. |
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| I wonder what she does with them all? It’s only a small apartment. |
As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.
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| Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place. |
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| That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth. |
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| Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything. |
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| I suspect ‘we’ will. |
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| I hope so too. |
