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.
You will, of course, have recognised the title from the divine Jane’s Sense and Sensibility and thus have girded your loins (or had someone else firmly gird them for you) for another chapter of this blog’s longest running theme: period femdom. Like period drama you see, only…
What? No, not that kind of ‘period’. Pervert.
Anyway, here come the hot chicks in empire-line dresses, bustles, cropped bodices and suchlike.
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| Pookie’s thoughts are mostly elsewhere, to be honest. Which is just as well, as her questions are rhetorical. |
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| You could try telling her that even Leicester is a tropical paradise when lit up by her divine radiance…? |
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| The first time’s very special, isn’t it? |
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| He had an imaginary friend as a kid. She used to beat the crap out of him too – maybe that’s where he gets it from. |
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| He has some pretty intense CP fantasies… I hope they’ve got the stomach and the stamina for it. |
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| Just realised I actually did two captions of this lovely image of the lovely lady (Maya Sinn!) and Pookie (most probably someone with a name unlike ‘Pookie’, but you never know) so you might as well have both. |
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| Perhaps she ought to explore ways to teach him what her orgasm sounds like. There must be opportunities, for an independently-minded lady such as her. | . |
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| Actually, most of the women I have ever paid to mistreat me are very kind to animals. Maybe it’s a balance thing. |
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| Thank badness for that. |
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| Hmm… let’s think. I’m not staying at a Travellodge, OK? I do have some standards. |
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| I read about this fake findomme who was defrauding her clients. Apparently she was taking their money and then not ignoring them at all. It’s sad that kind of thing happens, as it gives the whole industry a bad name. |
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| Just go with it, Robert. See where it takes you. |
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| He’ll be genius-level. And that’s just the first batch. |
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| Unlike many dominant ladies, my own SO quite enjoys it when I disagree with her. Says she finds it stimulating – I do too. |
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| There are some very responsible positions available. Of course, George would have to serve his time as a tampon boy, but do a good job there for a few years and the sky’s the limit. |
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| She’s doing the scene a real service. |
Mmmm… So, acting on numerous readers’ requests I fired up the old time portal to try to grab a few more glimpses from our future. But regular ‘readers’ of this blog will know that my time machine is about as effective and reliable as everything else I possess and this time it seems to have veered off into the past. The dial flicked between the 1930s and the nineteenth century, before breaking off and rolling into a corner of the cellar where my chain isn’t long enough to reach, so I’m afraid I have no idea when these originated.
I have a feeling this has happened before, though. Long, long ago….
Fundamentally, I am rather lazy, as my Significant Other will confirm. As She’s not here just now*, I thought today that rather than bother to write any captions myself, I would let others do so – freely and shamelessly borrowing from the world’s greatest philosophical thinkers (and Craig Silvey, whoever the hell he is but he has a great quote).
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| I must be a very bad man, then, because I desire it desperately. |
*You won’t tell Her, will you?
More of the usual kind of thing follows this short announcement.
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| Just go along with it. In a few hours, you’ll be married and then I expect we’ll find out who’s really in charge! |
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| Try hard. Think of plastic ducks and teddie bears. And next time – if you survive – try to click the right fucking box, OK? |
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| He’s losing. |
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| Normally, I want to make clear, I write all the captions featured on this site. But this is by someone else. There’s actually quite a lot of his work featured on the web, if you like it. |
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| I’m sure you do. Or you will. |
The title is a tribute to my favourite tumblr at the moment, which for a long time I assumed went by the name of “When women attack”, until I bothered to ask Mistress Google what it meant. And a much better title than mine it is, too.
So, on we go. Another post, featuring several hovercraft full of eels.
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| Lily looks rather sweet, doesn’t she? Not mean at all. Odd, that… |
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| Oh dear, they’re going to be so embarrassed on Monday! Also on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday – oh, and then really mortified on Friday, when I understand the girls have something special planned. |
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| One of the advantages of male submission, as compared to other sexual perversions, is that you can use it for self-improvement. My Significant Other taught me to fold my shirts properly, for example, by showing me how and then hitting me until I got it right. It’s useful on business trips. Not a particularly amusing or wry comment, I know, but it happens to be true. |
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| Of course, if they start coming out the other end it doesn’t count. |
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| Yes, Ma’am. Miss Hurley. Ma’am. |
An interesting word I found recently, that means pretty much what you’d expect it to mean really. And it’s very, very much what this blog is all about.
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| Mostly “love, honour and obey” covers it, but she has expanded the “obey” part, providing a bit more detail. Well – quite a lot more, actually. |
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| I’d tell you what the word was, but I’m nearly out of soap myself. |
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| Always an optimist, that Orwell. |
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| Not that it did Fred any good in the long run. |
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| Men can be so unreasonable. Alice accepted the compromise after only a few hours discussion. She’s not happy, but she’s prepared to accept it. |
