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.
And she’s his everything, so that’s worked out quite well.
Yeah. I mainly look at pervy pictures of women on the Internet for the articles anyway.
Actually, almost anything causes impotence, for a male in a relationship with a sufficiently determined woman. The trick is finding something that temporarily removes it.
Oooh ohh – look at me, I was castrated! Like anyone cares, loser.
Just as well.. her mother’s only topic of conversation seems to be how you don’t deserve her daughter, while when his own ball-gag’s not in, her father only talks about how perfect and wonderful his wife is and how lucky he is to be under her guidance. Family, eh? I’d buckle the ball-gag on myself.
Obviously their fetish play gear isn’t all entirely unsuitable for the more serious purposes they have in mind. Some of the whips are painful enough for real use and you can always stamp on fingers or other bits with a good solid pair of boots. They do also wear latex, although mostly in the form of heavy, long aprons for when things get messy, not the skimpy little numbers so beautifully on display here.
I’ve always fantasised about my Mistress lending me out to a vanilla friend, but it’s actually less exciting than you might think. One of her old school friends offered to try it, but almost as soon as I arrived and got changed into my perky little maid’s outfit, somehow I knew it wasn’t going to work. I did the housework for a bit but I think we both felt uncomfortable and so after a couple of hours he phoned for Mistress to come and pick me up again.
Scurry scurry scurry.
There are more dandelions. Many more.
He’s at peace, now.
If she does roquet you – that is, hits one of your balls with hers – then she gets to ‘croquet’ – and there are two ways of doing it. The American rule is that she puts her foot down, firmly holding the ball immobile, before tapping it with her mallet. But in Britain, she just places her ball next to yours and thwacks as hard as she can. It’s all in the angles, you see. Anyway, both methods are a lot of fun.
