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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| Horsey horsey don’t you dare stop. |
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| In case you’re thinking the judge was a little unfair – apparently the man in this sorry little tale had been masturbating to pictures on the Internet. I think we can all agree that’s a good reason for him to lose everything, can’t we? Disgusting habit. Just ask Google. |
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| It’s odd, isn’t it? Some of us would bend over backwards to be in that situation. Forwards, too. |
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| Try to be brave. Think of her feelings, after all. |
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| I would. |
There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.
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| Finally found something you’re good at! Well done. |
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| The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem. |
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| Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will! |
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| They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes! |
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| Awww… sweet. |
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. |
…and isn’t that great?
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| No. You’re not going far. |
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| It’s useful to understand your partner’s hard limits. For example, my Significant Other is OK with most forms of play, but ‘disobedience’ and ‘answering back’ are real hard limits for her. |
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| Czech has almost twenty different ways of saying “sorry”, you know. Which actually turns out to be quite useful. |
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| Two OWK captions in one posting. Goodness. Servitor must be feeling in need of harsh treatment. |
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| It’s a nice gesture, but what’s the betting she’ll decide she wants to use the belt this time? Women – eh? |
Oh hi! You’re Paul, right? From IT? I’m Jane. I guess I’m the “boss” in this part of the company! Oh, but just call me Jane – we’re very informal around here!
Look – we’re really grateful that you’ve come to help us out, OK? I mean I know you’re all so busy down there, with that…computer stuff. Fixing things… brilliant!
But we’ve got such an important meeting tomorrow – really important clients, right? – and I saw you give that presentation in Head Office last month and I just knew you’d be perfect for it! So I asked Karen, and –
Which one? Do you give a lot of presentations? Oh! Well, you have to send me invites to them. I only saw the one – but you were great. It was the one about computers. Something about a… network, was it? It was brilliant, anyway! And I just thought – that’s what we need for next Wednesday! The clients will love it. And Wednesday’s tomorrow now… and here you are! Brilliant!
Hmmm? Yes, yes that topic would be fine. Computers…networks…all that. They’re very interested in that stuff. They’ve got lots of computers. I mean, it’s a bank so they’re bound to, aren’t they?
Oh! One little thing. Silly really. Erm… you were wearing these, mmmm, white trousers? Not quite sure what sort…I’d recognise them again if I see them. They were…quite tight. Really tight actually! Anyway, I thought that was very effective. Really helped to…well, the audience could see you very clearly. I certainly could. Do you think you could, erm…wear them tomorrow? Hmm? That be OK?
No…not quite sure what brand they were. Do you have a lot of pairs of tight white trousers? Oh. Well, that’s good, isn’t it? Tell you what – bring all three pairs in tomorrow morning and we’ll see which works best, OK? Great! We can have a little fashion show! Right here.
Slides? What do you mean, slides? Oh PowerPoint slides! Yes, definitely. Got to have slides. PowerPoint’s brilliant, isn’t it? And then we can darken the rest of the room, so it’s like you’re just there in a spotlight…all in white.
No, I know. Not all in white. But the trousers are.
Oh…there was a little thing you did. At one point you dropped all your notes, and you sort of bent over and picked them up for a bit? And you looked kind of humiliated and embarassed as you did it? That was quite effective too, I thought. Really got the audience’s attention. Put them at ease… An accident? Was it really? Oh. Well, you know if you were to do it ‘by accident’ tomorrow, I’m sure the client would like it. Possibly several times.
Great. Well, I think we’re all set, then. The client arrives at about 4pm, and we’ll go straight into the meeting. No you don’t have to be there for that bit – that’s the serious business of the day. Then we’ll talk to her a bit about the joint venture (you don’t need to worry about all that – boring old financy things!) then when that’s all agreed we’ll have your presentation at the end of the afternoon! Deal all done, down go the lights, onto the stage goes Paul and it’s all about…internet protocols for the rest of the afternoon! Great!
Oh, is ‘internet protocols’ different from ‘networks’? OK, well either really. Gosh aren’t you clever – knowing about both!
Anyway, I expect we’ll all go off for a drink or something afterwards. You should come along. She’d like that.
Brilliant. Look – tell Karen I owe her one for this, all right?
Oh wow. You really call her “Miss Oldfield”? Oh, that is cute! Look – forget what I said about calling me Jane, OK? You can just call me Miss Summers tomorrow, OK? In front of the client. I’d like that. I’d really like that! Or…you could call me “Boss”.
Go on – just for me. Say “OK, boss!”
Brilliant!
That’s what you call it when you come before she’s given you permission. It can be quite painful.
On with the show:
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| Days with a “y” in them, for example. |
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| Now two men aren’t having sex with her. |
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| But in the event she decided the next morning not to marry him. Wanted a man who still had his testicles, apparently. Women! Eh? You just can’t please them. |
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| It’s very kind of Sarah to do this while she’s away. After all, she really doesn’t like men – quite the man-hating lesbian, really. |
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| Consent. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it’s the most important word in BDSM. |
Let me just – ouch – try to settle myself back in this – oooh! – chair, and I’ll just see if I can get some pictures to put up. Sorry. With you in a moment. Just a bit battered and bruised. Thank you, Miss Black.
Ouch. Right then. Got some captioned images here somewhere, lovely fresh ones, ah here we go:
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| It’s actually a rhetorical question. I’m not even sure there is a right answer, but believe me “Because they’ll be ripped right off and I’ll be left castrated in agony you evil bitch!” isn’t it. |
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| Just for Paltego. He da man. |
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| Isn’t that special? |
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| Phobias are funny things, aren’t they? |
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| Kindly humiliation – an underserved niche in the femdom market, I’ve often thought. |
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| They were so distracted they shot the wrong one first time – a perfectly healthy human pony. Madame Sarka was cross, as I expect you can imagine. |
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| Mmmphh pppmmpphh arvvnnnng ggrgh! |
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| The exericse bike is good for his legs, carrying the concrete block around is good for his arms and getting the cane is good for his obedience. |
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| If you like, you can pace about nervously. The time’ll go quicker than you think – you’ll see. |
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| She hasn’t looked round, either. Don’t worry. She knows you’ll be there. |
I do apologise for not posting yesterday. And I see the stats for pageviews are way down on the day. I suppose that means many of you visit every time it is updated. Goodness. Hello there. Some time soon, I’m going to try to find out more about you: which posts you like, which you don’t so much, and which you’d like me to be spanked for putting up. That sort of thing.
I was unable to post anything yesterday, because I was too busy trying to open a portal to the future to obtain a magazine subscription for Lady Grey. Unsuccessfully, so now I’d better produce some extra work rather quickly, or I expect I will really be in trouble. Also, for lying, because this is just not true.
I’ll get out of the way now, and let you at a few more than usual (wait for it, search engines): captioned images of female domination.
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| Sometimes, pity can be more humiliating than contempt, don’t you agree?
I wish I got really turned on by ‘small dick humiliation’. Then all my dates as a teenager would have been wildly exciting. Of course, there’d have to be a ‘don’t quite know what to do with it anyway humiliation’ fetish too. |
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| At least she hasn’t branded him. That happens just before the drive into winter pastures, I understand. |
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| Aren’t they great? Wouldn’t you just love to be running naked from them, ducking and weaving in blind terror to avoid the high-velocity rounds from their automatic weapons? You wouldn’t? Boy, you’re really weird, aren’t you? |
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| Raoul’s back – actually, I could tell because I’m the one who has to wash his underwear. |
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| I’ve a feeling I’ve used this picture before (but with a different caption). If not, it’s been sitting on my computer without being captioned and posted, which seems quite implausible, considering. |
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| I think what we have here might be a cultural misunderstanding. It’s important to let her express her annoyance the way she wants to, without rushing to judgment or culturally insensitive condemnation. |
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I actually think Madame Sarka looking cheerful is even more scary than Madame Sarka looking angry.
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| Quiet, measured menace. Yum. |
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| Isn’t she great? Lucky Rudy. |
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| I think this could explain a lot about the perfomance of British companies lately. The best way to avoid it is to put ladies in charge, obviously. |
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| I’ve always liked the idea behind this caption and I’ll probably use it again… |
