More scenes from that wholesome and traditional countryside activity: The Hunt.






But fortunately these days, more and more women are skilled in trapping and subduing these feral creatures and in the training techniques needed for domestication.
Whatever…
Number 42 in the series, apparently! How many roads must a man walk down before he reaches a turning point, eh? OK, one, I suppose, as if he was on a second road he would presumably already have passed a turning point. OK, so not a good analogy, but you see what I’m trying to say here, right? Erm… anyway, I’ll just get on with the not-quite-femdom captions, now.
…a word that doesn’t mean what you probably think it means, as it is a form of ‘systematic argumentative discourse’. So probably not recommended in the sorts of relationships this blog favours, where apologies should be simple, heartfelt (and felt in other parts of the body too) and frequent.
Not The Hunt, for those of you paying attention to such matters, this is more of an informal social thing, with friends and less death.
More glimpses of life (if you can call it that for the inmates) from The Facility, a very occasional and thoroughly unpleasant and non-consenual series.
This wonderful lady is Miss Tamara Kenworthy, also known as Samantha Alexandra (but not in any pictures you and I are allowed to look at).
Yup, those. Number forty in an occasional… forty? Forty?? Bloody hell, how long have I been doing this blog?
Yes, more tales told over a stirrup cup, after a fine day at The Hunt. Brutal, misandristic and non-consensual throughout – so if that’s not your style of femdom, try this instead.
Tally ho!