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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| 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?
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. |
It’s the only kind I’ve ever provided, according to my SO. Although how she can come to such a firm judgement after only one (barely even one, technically speaking) occasion escapes me. Oh well.
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| Dommes can be surprisingly clumsy, for such elegant goddesses. I once spent a few hours tied to a cross on the floor of a BDSM club and it was just astonishing how many ladies managed to walk into me. And all from the same direction. |
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| It’ll be all right on the day. She’ll make sure of that. |
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| If you read that caption and ended up feeling almost unbearable envy for Pookie, then you’re in the right place. |
The lovely Maya Sin, who once slapped and humiliated Servitor for a few hours, providing much-needed certainty. She seems temporarily(?) to have disappeared from the Internet but here is a page about her.
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| All of them? Or should they come up in threes? |
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| She had the right to remain silent, but I understand she waived it. |
Just trying out a more literal approach to naming these posts. I have to say, though, I reckon “Attractive young women saying vaguely threatening things” would make a great name for a band.
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| My muscles are relaxed. The rest of me is suddenly feeling strangely tense. |
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| Romantic moment ahead! No spoilers, but let’s just say this turned out to be the turning point in their relationship. This is when it became serious… really serious. |
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| Don’t worry: she’ll make sure he drinks plenty of liquids too. |
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| Oh, OK. Plenty of time then. She’s not planning to turn it any further until after tea. |
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| I don’t know about you but I just seem to be constantly charging appliances. If it’s not the phone, it’s the shock collar, if it’s not the shock collar it’s the cattle prod. I’m sure life was simpler in the old days. Even on our wedding night… turned out I was supposed to have charged up her vibrator. She wasn’t pleased, I can tell you. |
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| Don’t worry: you’ll feel her pain |
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| It probably wouldn’t say anything very interesting, to be honest. Mostly whiny pleading. They’re not missing anything. |
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| Like many male teachers in girls’ secondary schools, he often finds himself being the teacher who has to deal with the bullies. |
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| I understand that if you actually open them up, by breaking the flesh from whipping too hard for example, you can void the warranty. But it doesn’t sound like she’s done that, so it’s probably OK. |
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| She’s not a pro-domme, anyway, because to the eternal howls of anguish from love-sick slaves, I believe Lady Sophia Black has retired. |
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| Urban foxes maybe? We used to have urban foxes, round where I lived in London. They used to steal so many things: shoes, certainly. They’d even take the panties and bras off the clothes lines of my neighbours… Yeah. Nasty little beasts. Agile too, to leap up high enough to reach the clothes line. |
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| No, no: don’t get up. |
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| Actually, it’s not quite true that she doesn’t care about your feelings. Truth be told, she enjoys the thought of your misery. But she’s too kind to admit it. |
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| That’ll teach her. |
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| It’s a pretty effect, isn’t it? Makes a change from the usual striping. |
Now it’s your turn.
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| I suppose a little light felching’s not going to harm my heterosexual credentials. |
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| Brave? I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘fear’. Janice does, though. |
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| Safewords only work if you’re actually safe. |
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| Goths, eh? Better humour her, she’s obviously very upset. |
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| Or unless they commit serious crimes, such as making sexist jokes or publishing disrespectful captioned images of famous actresses, obviously. |
What a lovely word. I am her thrall.
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| Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about! |
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| It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death. |
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| I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth. |
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| Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play. |
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| He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office. |
A quote, or nearly so, from George Eliot, who shamefully had to pretend to be a man to get published. What an embarassment that must be, for a woman. Do you suppose she had to make spelling mistakes, miss deadlines and generally dumb down in correspondence with her publisher, just to appear authetically male?
Still, the quotation is rather a lovely image, isn’t it? Here are some more.
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| Her impotence treatment works every time – it’s a remarkable medical breakthrough, actually. |
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| She seems nice. What a shame you’re nothing special. Better luck in Somalia. |
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| She’s such a sweet person, wouldn’t hurt a fly in real life. Still: she’ll flog him bloody and then piss on the wounds, because that’s the kind of professional she is. Then go and have dinner with Dave and maybe a cuddle before bed. |
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| Castration manga is actually a great way to interest girls in comic books, because it’s using the medium to speak to issues that concern them as women, you know? Also: it’s just a lot of fun, obviously. |
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| He was quite fat when they started training him. Still some way off the target weight of zero that they are aiming for, but he’ll get there. In fact, he’s going to lose a whole bunch of weight all in one go next Thursday: they just haven’t told him yet. |
That all women are created equal, and that men are all equally useless. I’m certainly looking forward to voting for Female Supremacist candidates… I’d really rather not bother my little head about it, but apparently if they’re successful, I won’t have to vote again, which is a relief.
