A few more of these… it’s been a few years, I think.
Category: slavery
There’s a two-legged animal running about
… but if it’s kneeling down on one knee, I reckon things are probably OK.
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| It can be more complicated for them to find better quality ‘playmates’, as those are often reported as missing after a while. Which isn’t a problem – she’s even had some minor celebrities who’ve disappeared into her playroom – but it’s an added complication. |
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| With a bit of luck, maybe Pookie will get bored of having monthly orgasms after a while and stop trying so hard. Then it’ll be your turn. Just give it time. |
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| Looks like you have an extra 45 minutes free! Whatever will you do with it? Ironing, dusting… the possibilities are almost endless (within the very limited range of things you’re permitted to do, obviously). Later on, it looks like there’ll be quite a lot of chocolate stains to clean up, so best to get ahead on the regular chores. |
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| She’s enjoying it in a non-sexual way… and if you’re as exhausted and sore as she implies, you’re probably hating it in a non-sexual way too. So that’s very compatible. |
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| She’s quite tender-hearted, so she’ll be upset when she comes back from her next trip to the forest but I expect Vanya 2 can cheer her up. |
A quick succession of busy nothings
More captioned images of ladies occasionally displaying daring glimpses of ankle, or elegantly-shaped necks. Yes, it’s more hot chicks in empire-line dresses. Just the sort of porn you come to the Internet looking for, right? Right?
It’s what you’re getting today, anyway. Lovelies in lingerie, leather and latex will reappear in future posts, don’t worry. Well… these ladies are presumably wearing lingerie too. Some kind of unmentionables, anyway. You just don’t get to see them.
If it’s Tuesday this must be femdom
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| Fortunately their arguments are usually quite short. She’s very sensitive, poor thing – hates it when there’s disagreement in her marriage. |
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| Her husband’s very sensitive too, which is just the way she likes it. |
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| “This slave is so privileged to have the honour of directing your divine footsteps, Mistress, and ventures most humbly to suggest that Mistress’s perfect feet should first take a left (by which is meant her left, needless to say, not the left from the perspective of this worthless insect), then…” etc etc. |
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| Apparently one of his favourite maledom fantasies concerns ‘caning to real tears’. So he’s in for a real treat today because that’s definitely on the agenda. |
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| Just to be clear: she’s fairly unlikely to hold with that sort on nonsense after the wedding day, either. And there are other words for which you’d be wise not to dispute her definition: ‘husband’, for instance. |
Stunning and entrancing
La la la la lah la la la-lala…
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| Maybe they’ll show you what’s in the trunk. Although being British, I find the word ‘boot’ comes more naturally to mind when contemplating this scene. |
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| I find my body works much better when I’m being obedient. Less bruised, for one thing. |
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| Wonderful to watch a creative mind at work. In the end she just called it Unfinished Composition #1 and decided to treat the whole series as a work in progress. They say that a work of art is perfect not when it is complete, but when there is nothing left to take away and that’s certainly her philosophy. |
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| She’s right of course – what’s a few moments of pleasure from an unhealthy treat, compared to hours shuffling as fast as the ankle chains will allow, on the combined treadmill and electric shock device? She doesn’t want to have to increase your daily stint on that, if she can possibly help it, does she? |
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| Oh dear. Let’s hope the bank hotline doesn’t keep you waiting for long. |
Lady drivers
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| What sixth sense is it that tells me that when Cindy finally gets the rock of her dreams, she’s going to want it put right back where it came from? |
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| It’s her way of coping with grief. Don’t worry, she got plenty of cock on the second night of her marriage, though. |
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| You know you’re going to be in good hands. |
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| He was right about one thing: one minute did indeed turn out to be more than was really needed. |
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| If you’re wondering how she intends to tackle the awesome responsibility of deciding who stays and who ends up in the bin-liner, she – oh, she already decided apparently. But I’m sure she gave it a lot of thought – you know, just very quickly. |
Smiles and tribulations
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| They say the best gift is a memorable experience. |
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| Kind of her to help out. You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly. |
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| Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep. |
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| As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway? |
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| Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’? Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him. |
A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself
Another look back in time, to the more elegant and yet sweetly brutal femdom of yesteryear.
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| She had remarkably progressive attitudes for her time, as you can tell. Indeed, I believe she visited the former colony, by then a thriving republic, later in her life and has something of a claim to being the founder of ‘BBC fetishism’, now so very popular on the Internet. |
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| Cecily has a lot to learn… as does George, but soon after this, the ladies engaged a very experienced governess to help with all that and never had to bother themselves about him again. |
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| She’s beautiful when she’s vexed. |
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| What a fine moral compass that young lady has! I’m sure it will stand her in good stead when she marries. |
And one too large to fit as a caption, even one as wordy as those above.
My dearest Emilia
Of course, my first communication on my return from honeymoon can only be to my dearest school friend, so here you find me writing. Goodness, what an exciting time we had! So many tea dances, sonnet recitals and long country walks in the rain, it made my head quite spin.
And of course, marital bliss. Dear, dearest Emilia, I was reminded of the little games you and I used to play at school – do you recall, in the dorm, when the nuns had ceased patrolling for the night? Silly, girlish games, really, but I recall them with great affection. I was reminded for some reason of our little ‘tickling contests’ under the sheets. Do you recollect, my dear, your telling me that our little games were useful practice for romance with a man? All that kissing and petting and… other things? Well, my dear, the ‘real thing’ so to speak is a little similar in some respects but very different in others. It is quicker, for one thing. Much, much quicker. I had barely thought it started, when – done! Men are so much more efficient in these matters, it seems.
Also, nothing in my previous experience had prepared me for the important role that my shoes would play in ‘rousing’ Harold to the right state of enthusiasm. Nor the necessity of securing my husband
tightly to the bed with straps, to prevent harm to his delicate wife. All most ‘educational’. Perhaps these things are ‘old hat’ to you, my dear, living your glamorous life in London. Although I understand your social circle consists almost entirely of women. So perhaps not.
Would you care to visit some time, dear Emilia? Even a married woman must not forget her old school chums. Why, peculiarly enough, I have been thinking a lot of Lydia, lately: old ‘slipper’ herself, the terror of the dorms when she was a prefect. I happened to mention her to Harold for some reason or other and he seemed quite fascinated, so I had to recount all the details of how we suffered under her hand! And of course you and I would comfort each other afterwards, kissing all that poor bruised flesh better. However, I thought Harold would not be interested in that part of the tale, so did not bore him with it.
So, Emilia, dearest, do write back with the utmost haste to arrange some dates for a visit. Or simply arrive! We do not have much space to spare but I am confident we can squeeze you in! For three days of the week Harold inspects the farms in the North of the county, so it will just be the two of us – oh, and my young housemaid Agnes, of course.
We could even share a bed.
Mmmm…. Perhaps not.
We could even share a bed. It would be just like old times, my dearest Emilia, so do act without delay and I look forward impatiently to once
again holding you in my arms and
No.
holding you in my arms and conversing with my dearest, closest friend.
It brings me great joy to be presented to the world as ‘Mrs Melchett’ but to you, my dearest, I fondly hope always to be your beloved and
and… and… and… ah yes!
affectionate
Anne
Sweetly unreasonable
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| How very convenient. |
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| ‘Not tonight, I’ve got a headache’? No? |
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| Living a truly female-led life can involve lots of difficult choices, so it’s good there’s someone else there to make them. |
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| Look at what? Whatever is she talking about? Do you know? I have no idea, none at all. |
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| Pitiful, most likely. I usually am. |
Here’s a random and rather lovely thing, by the way. Who needs boys, anyway?
Attention Trump voters
Yes, you. There must be some that read this blog. According to Google (admittedly part of the tech libtard conspiracy, so who can believe their numbers, right, I mean they’ve got like percentages and everything and who can understand that?) many “readers” of this blog come from the US of A. Most of those “readers”, I’m willing to bet, are male or at least notionally so. Submissive males probably tend more toward the other political party, as its policies place more emphasis on caring and nurturing and rather less on “grabbing ’em by the pussy” than the current Republican leadership. Nonetheless, statistically speaking, at least a few of you are likely be planning to vote for Trump, even though compared to many pornographic blogs out there, this one does occasionally use long words so you probably find it quite hard to understand sometimes.
So: this particular post is addressed to you. Hi there! This is for your attention, as likely Trump voters (where the word ‘attention’ basically means ‘lookit’ and ‘voting’ is the thing where morons like you, for reasons that must have made sense some time to someone, have a say in choosing who runs the most powerful country on Earth.)
Anyway, I myself have no stake in the presidential election, partly because I don’t really believe in males voting, but mainly because I’m not American. Yes, all this time you’ve been looking at sexy pictures and failing to get most of the jokes on a blog written by a durn furrener. And you can’t even chant ‘Send him home!’ because I already am. Sorry.
So it’s none of my business. As it happens, my own political views lead me to be somewhat reluctant to support a candidate who endorses a platform of “grab ’em by the
pussy”, whose every former colleague calls him an idiot and a crook, who has been selling the country’s interests out to brutal dictators and through incompetence has caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of his fellow citizens while suggesting they inject bleach as a cure but that’s just me. People are entitled to
their own political views, no matter how moronic and deluded they
are.
And I suppose it would be constitutionally improper for me to seek unduly to influence anyone’s vote. So, without in any way making a party political point, I’ll just note that IF the Harris/Biden ticket wins today (or is declared to win later, not on the night itself, which is a perfectly normal outcome in elections in lots of countries and no reason to abandon 250 years of democratic principles and anyway what the hell is the deal with the TV networks being the ones who ‘call’ who has won before the votes are counted?) this blog will reward the American people by celebrating “Take the nuclear launch authorisation codes away from the orange-skinned narcissistic science-denying buffoon week”, with three extra captioned images every day, for your amusement.
Three a day for a week, Trump voters. Think of that. How many’s that in total, you ask? Well.. let’s just say it’s more than you have fingers and toes… unless you’re from some particularly in-bred rural community. ‘Nuclear’ means the same as ‘nukillah’, by the way, it’s just the libtard way of spelling and pronouncing it.
But we don’t get to celebrate “Take the nuclear launch authorisation codes away from the orange-skinned narcissistic science-denying buffoon week” if he ‘wins’ re-election, do we? No we don’t. Glad we had this little chat.
I’m just, y’know, putting it out there for people to decide, as someone likes to say.
Anyway, here’s the usual stuff.
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| I suspect it’s his fault: he’s not trying hard enough. Perhaps she could help him focus. |
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| Tell me what? What is the point of captions that don’t go anywhere? Now I’ll be getting more complaints from anonymous commentators. |
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| Sounds like Annie’s been very reasonable. Which is odd, as she isn’t usually like that, especially where men are concerned. |
You are going to be seeing quite a lot more of this goddess with the innocent wide eyes, as I’ve just found a web site devoted to images of her and given many of them the good hard captioning they deserve.
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| Notice how the caption delicately makes sure it is understood that this image involves neither incest nor under-age sex. As they always will – if you see a captioned image here and think ‘OK, so that must be his daughter, right?’ you’ve mis-understood and it isn’t. |
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| But they do it for our sakes, bless ’em. |
