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This is a concept from ethical philiosophy, apparently, that involves treating someone as a child, unable to make decisions for themselves. I must say, it sounds rather nice, but I myself have never specifically been denied agency, because I have never dared ask for it.
On we go.






…who are also subjects.





So, after all these years of being told that football’s just a silly game in which a bunch of moronic boys chase a ball around in a field and surely I’m not asking to be allowed to put the ironing off just to watch that nonsense, apparently it’s a remarkable display of female skill, grace and power. Who knew? Well, my SO did, obviously, and now I do because she’s told me and that’s that.
Personally I’m not so much interested in the football itself as in the players’ muddy boots and sweaty socks in the fact that we are now officially all allowed to cheer ourselves silly(er) for a team called ‘The Lionesses’. That I do like, rather a lot.

It’s coming home. Unless the Lionesses lose on Sunday, obviously, in which case it’s going somewhere else. [UPDATE: They did. It is.]
Anyway, back to the depressing porn.




I have posted this before, but ‘too few’ is always the number of times I have done that, so here’s the lovely Mistress Vixen playing the piano.

Men can learn a lot from women, especially if they are willing to step out of their comfort zones and bend over to learn something new.





It’s a science fiction special.

You want to watch out for those dominatrix sex robots…




Not mutual respect, obviously. No fun in that.
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| Go on, it’s an opportunity to show off your strength. Girls like that. |
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| An optional 150% service charge will be added to his bill, but of course it’s entirely at her discretion. |
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| I don’t think ‘we’ are going to be doing a lot of talking, except of the begging and pleading variety. Same as usual. |
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| We were bent over the desk, dreading every stroke, I think, if I remember rightly – and wondering why we can’t just enjoy normal sex, like normal people do. |
Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day, a day when humiliation freaks worldwide will rush down to the letterbox in the morning, to revel deliciously in the proof that once again, not a single one of the three billion females in the world has the slightest romantic interest in any of us.
Actually, I did once receive a Valentine card, from this girl I really fancied at school and didn’t have the courage to tell of my feelings for her, but it turned out it she had sent it to the wrong address and it was intended for someone else. Goodness, how everyone laughed and laughed when that little mix-up was revealed in class, after I got down on my knees to confess my long-standing love for her. I hope she wasn’t too humiliated by her error being exposed so publicly, poor thing.
I do have a couple of Valentine-themed captions, as it happens, but not a
full set of five, so I thought I’d… what’s that, readers? You say you don’t
give a flying fuck whether I creatively theme the blog or not? That you
just want to masturbate to images of pretty ladies saying humiliating
or vaguely menacing things, so why don’t I shut the fuck up and get on
with it?
Oh. OK then.
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| Wow. No time for second thoughts – let’s tie the knot! |
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| Selecting honesty level two would have got you “Oh… it’s all right, I suppose. A bit below average but I’ve seen worse.” |
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| Funny how it still feels just like that very first date you went on together. Some relationships are like that, but it’s very rare. |
… and elegant savagery too. Both are good.
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| She’s being remarkably patient with you, but patience has its limits you know. |
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| He’ll have plenty of opportunity to think about it, which is just as well, given he is male. |
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| Poor Treasure… I’m sure she is wracked with paroxysms of guilt. Maybe she needs a kiss and a cuddle, hmm? |
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| Girl talk… good thing the guys have got more important things to be getting on with, than sitting around listening to her prattle on. |