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.
It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.
How silly of her not to realise that the solution to her problems is right there in the room with her, even as she speaks. In the chest of drawers, there: third drawer down at the back. You could even plug it in for her, so it has plenty of battery.
He likes to give himself a bit of Christmas cheer by imagining that it’s a stable he’s shivering in and that tin bath in which he’ll be plunging a few days later is a manger. No gold, frankincense or myrrh but she did once put a goat in with him.
She’s generous with her gifts: it’s not just the quantity but she also has a knack for choosing something that is just what he least wanted.
Let’s hope she’;s not disappointed. She’s suffered a lot of disappointment in her marriage, poor thing.
That wooden doll on the table is actually a large nutcracker. One of my SO’s girlfriends got her one just like it, one year, and she spent most of the day playing with it obsessively. One of our more memorable Christmasses.
Try to look pleased, even though it’s what she gets you every Christmas or birthday. She’s not thoughtless or anything, mind you: she does think quite a lot about what present you might like. She just doesn’t care.
I’ll take this opportunity to wish all my male readers a miserable, frustrating and humiliating Christmas. I hope you all get what you deserve.
As my SO likes to say, ‘It’s not hurting enough unless it’s hurting too much.’ Bless her.
One of the toppings will be sprayed on quite warm, which should help make the frozen pizza a lot easier to bite through.
The firm has invested heavily to try to make its workforce as productive as possible: decent coffee, gym and chill-out spaces for the female employees and a really well-resourced office disciplinary team for the males.
I hope he’ll have the sense tomorrow to thank her properly for letting him spend the night on her lovely concrete floor. Some men can be so thoughtless.
Funny how women want to test the chastity belts. I mean, mine has never bent even slightly under pressure of the very hardest erection, so it hardly seems necessary. Arguably, I might conclude it’s a bit over-engineered, but arguing’s not permitted.
It’s good of her to check – sometimes, I need a ‘little reminder’, for which I am always very thankful.
Of course, the permanent slave quarters won’t be as luxurious. On the plus side, they won’t smell as strongly of shit – not at first, anyway.
I still remember the day my SO found an item of women’s underwear that wasn’t hers, pushed to the back of my bedroom drawer. It was her mother’s – and I’d pretended she hadn’t put it in the previous week’s laundry bag, when in reality I just hadn’t been able to scrub the period stains out. I learnt my lesson, you can be sure!
Many wives like to have the anaesthetist there and ready, at least, in order to enjoy the look on hubby’s face when he realises she’s not going to do anything.
I suppose I really ought to make a British joke about having a boot fetish, but as we say in the UK: I can’t be arsed*.
He’s worried about lots of things, actually. Not unreasonably, in my view. Incidentally, you might worry about back problems in this sort of play, but you can be assured she’s made that her top priority – see how straight she’s sitting?
* Actually, I can be arsed, repeatedly and vigorously, but only when the mood takes her and she has enough boyfriends round.
In fact, you usually have to pay them. After sending a polite introductory email, and confirming on the day.
You might have an opinion on the subject, but not one that’s different from hers, surely?
It’s good they provide an alternative activity for those slaves not up to the hard labour. My SO always allows me a second option if there’s anything I don’t want to do: I can take a beating and do it after that.
There’s bound to be some wear and tear on the agency’s stock. You know what girls are like.
If you haven’t tried wearing a shock collar, you should try it just once. If you decide you don’t like it, just tell her.
If you have any concerns about the course of treatment she’s proposing, do feel free to burst into tears and start pleading hysterically.
She’s accepting the award on his behalf because he’s… erm… well, he’s not able to be there in person, anyway. Although maybe some of him is, in her handbag, if the rumours are true.
You didn’t think there was anything better than an orgasm, did you? Apparently you were wrong.
It’s good she’s taking the trouble to be so reassuring.
He’s always been harmless, but when she first acquired him, she decided to make sure.
I’m sure she knows exactly what she’s doing, so best not to interfere.
Most customers only make use of this service when all the machines are in use, but she just went straight for it. Of course, it’s a lot cheaper.
One of a series of ‘Cooking with Mila’ videos. ‘Housework with Mila’, ‘Gardening with MIla’ and ‘Money management with Mila’ all take a similar approach, I understand.
A poetry special! Well, I can’t let PP have all the glory. Plus, I expect some of you are masochists, so you should enjoy these. I’ve been told my poetry is great upon the ears… or something that sounded very like that, anyway.
Two wonderful dommes with whom Servitor has had the painful pleasure…
If it’s any consolation, it wouldn’t necessarily be about to go any better if you had left her with a choice.
Many ‘funky’ office redesigns just don’t consider the everyday needs of the users.I mean, how’s she supposed to receive oral sex, sitting on that thing, just to take one obvious example?
Try to guess what she’s thinking. Don’t worry: you can have as many goes as you like.
Good thing she’s leaving a note that he doesn’t like ball-busting. The OWK ladies always want to know about such things.You know… now she comes to mention it…
There’s a thing some of them like to do with the boots, too.
Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.
Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.
I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re male? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.
Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.
They also serve, who only kneel and pay.
They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.
He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.
This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*
*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.
Don’t worry, she’ll adhere strictly to the conditions in the contract you just signed. You did read it, right?
It’s understandable: most operations on males don’t require anesthetic.
Next time she might try just not turning up. Testing your limits… you see?
No animals were or will be harmed in the making of this torture-snuff caption.
That is a good mnemonic: works for lots of things.
Fortunately they were able to use agency photos to illustrate the article as the camera-sissy’s hands were shaking too much with shy excitement to do justice to Mistress Kate’s flowing locks.
Obviously, in dental play she avoids doing anything for which you need years of specialised training. Using anaesthetic, for instance, which can be quite dangerous if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, so she wisely never tries it.
Miss Chambers of Cruella, of course – and although it’s not in the foreground, it is in profile so once again, I will obsessively draw your attention to that lovely nose. Cleopatra has nothing on Miss Chambers. Now go and buy Andy’s stuff before he changes his mind about selling it online!
Well that’s hardly difficult.
Just for once, the queue for the ladies’ isn’t that bad but she’s always wanted to try this.
That’s the thing about a visit to OWK – it helps you confront your irrational fears and replace them with rational ones.
‘All men are equal’ – sure. I can get behind that. But that’s about as far as it goes.
