The wrongs of man

are self-evident but can be sorted out by the smack of firm government in the right hands.


 

She sounds like she knows what she’s doing.
Another day, another dollar.  Well… not a whole dollar, obviously.  That’s just a saying.  In fact, they only spend a penny each time.


Huh! I’d like to see him do better.
Maybe try another topic of conversation? I mean – you got her attention. That’s a good start.

See, there he is while she’s telling him how upset she was about his thoughtless gift and all he can think about is how his lungs are burning.  That’s what men are like. It’s a good thing there’s femdom to help set us right, that’s all I can say.


It’s all so calculating (she’s got a calculator)

You say you’ll never know him, he’s an unnatural man

It’s not the size anyway, it’s what you do with it.  And how many times.

He can say no, of course. As many times as he likes, actually.
She gets through boyfriends quite quickly, I’ve heard.  Must be a bit fickle, I suppose.  Shame, ‘cos she’s cute.

Looks good on her, don’t you think?  Better than on the donors, I expect.

Actually, there are lots of things they don’t approve of men doing. Good job you’ve got her to protect you.

I’m so hot for her, I’m on fire for her

yet she’s so cold.  And so’s the tub of cream in the bathroom cabinet, if she’ll only let me out of this corner to go and get some. Please, Mistress. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

It’s not about you, do you see?

 

Actually, you can fit a sub in either way round. She’s just got it wrong, that’s all. Made an embarassing, stupid mistake. Do you want to tell her, or shall I?

I could add a caption here, but what does my opinion matter anyway?

It’s important to understand the power dynamics of your bdsm relationship. Frankly, that’s important at any time, but it’s particularly important when you’re naked and dangling helplessly from the ceiling.
It’s good she’s decided to treat you as an adult, for once.


There’s something she forgot to say to you

Celebrate the conscious liberation of the female state!

The company has a very strict policy agaimst sexual harassment too.  So don’t worry about that. If you’re groped, or propositioned or demeaned in any way, you can complain to your boss, right then and there.

Hmm.  Looks like he’s going to be spending a lot of time bent over the the engine, today.

She might have her own list of course.
Nope.  No hangups there.  None whatsoever. I have five years of blog postings to prove it.

 

Female liberation. Quite the best sort.

Agony aunts

She’s got so much to give.
 
 
So much easier than a long drawn-out evening of silence.  Although, oddly, no quicker.
 
 

 

Boys can be so messy.  Especially during edge-play.
 
 

 

Poor Selina. I hope she’s feeling better.
 
 

 

Oh well… at least you don’t have to get down on your knees and apologise to him properly.

The true Scotch

Although
these days, there are Scottish-sounding brands available everywhere, the true
connoisseur knows that nothing can match the genuine product of the
Highlands.  Lochgelly (some insist on “The Lochgelly”), is a
name known to connoisseurs the world over, with good reason.


The dark
hue, redolent of the rich Scottish peat, the way the upper surface catches the
light… The glorious blend of smells diffusing from the slightly smoky well-cured leather
tinged with a subtle oil, that harmonises perfectly with the inevitable scents of
sweat and fear.
 
And the
taste!  Oh, the taste.  Many have tried to describe it,
none with true success. ‘Like an explosion across all five senses’.  ‘When you first experience it you think this
can has to be the end – an unrepeatable, once in a lifetime experience.  But then it comes again, and again, and
again…’  The sharp sting from the initial
contact with the surface of the skin is soon overwhelmed by a glow of pain that
penetrates deep into the body.  The
aftertaste can still be experienced days later. 
One of our young interns recently spent a day at Lochgelly, tasting one tawse after
another, and was almost incapable of speech by the end of the day. ‘A truly
humbling experience’ he eventually confessed.
 

‘Just
holding a Lochgelly in my hand makes me smile’, declares Miss Evangeline
Porter, of the Porter Reform School for young gentlemen. ‘Whether it’s the start of a full
day’s work with a class of 20 unruly pupils, or just a quiet evening in with my
husband, there’s a moment of silence when I first pick up the Lochgelly. I
like to savour that peaceful moment, taking my time so I can more fully
appreciate the pleasure I know is to come. And I always raise the Lochgelly in
a silent tribute to its makers, before I begin.’


Whether it’s
the classic single-tail cracking across the palms of the hands, a two-tail delivering a quick lesson in obedience or a more modern
three-tail being used to deliver a bruising in conjunction with a whipping bench, a Lochgelly will
always deliver the perfect end to a hard day – or the beginning of a night to
remember! So treat yourself.  There are
some luxuries you can’t afford to be without.

More of that kind of thing

Mistress Debbie to you.  Scarier than she sounds, huh?
 
 

 

I can feel it helping already.
 

 

Well, it wasn’t specifically on his hard limits list, so I suppose it’s OK.
 Lexi Sindel. Who else?  Well… some ants, I suppose.  Oh – and a bloke.
 
 
You’ll soon learn to detect the early signs of a long period of impotence.  Pursing her lips, finding fault with you – that kind of thing is usually a good early indication of a prolonged period in which you’ll find sexual release difficult if not impossible to achieve.
 
 

 

It’s good to have occasional surprises in marriage.

Sometimes I get a funny pain

Please help me in my agony, dear Jane, dear Jane, dear Jane.

 

 

Actually, you only booked an hour and half. So that’s an extra half hour free!  Guess you won that one, huh?
 

 

Not at all.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to beg for it.
 

 

Ymmmnneh Mnnntrrrcch!
 
 
 
If you can’t choose, just take a few.  She’ll choose.  Or maybe she won’t.
 

 

I’m sure when Suzie comes, this whole silly misunderstanding will quickly be resolved.

Rentrée

Literally, a re-entering, so obviously it’s not to be taken literally in my case.  But here we are, back again.

Same old, same old.

But more so.

If you know what I mean.

Update: thank you all for the kind comments, while I was away.  Sorry I didn’t respond at the time, but if you check back you should find that I have now.

…and while I was away, this blog went over 3 million page hits/views whatever it is!  Many of them by automated search bots no doubt, others perhaps by worthless little pathetic worms of no importance or interest to anyone whatsoever (if you’re wondering whether you’re one of them, then you probably are, like me), but even so it’s a nice big number.  Thank you all.

Update again.  Don’t you just love the horse picture?  Not the caption, necessarily.  Just the picture.  Isn’t it great?

Silenced cuckold femdom
It’s a bit unfair, really.  I mean he makes as much noise as he likes.  Doesn’t get the fucking sjambok, either. Why do we put up with this sort of thing?

Tawse ready and waiting for naughty boys
I’ve been caught shopkeeping eleven times, now.  Oh dear… am I out of butter again?  Off to the shops…

Femdom wife humiliation and enslavement oh my
He’s taking a subtle revenge for the lifetime of humiliation and suffering she imposed, though. He’s over-salted the popcorn.  Only slightly – but enough to notice, you know?  Haha!

Prison femdom mistress
You know, people can often behave very differently at home and at work.  Although actually, she doesn’t.

Weird pony PVC fantasy thing
I love this picture.  I quite like my caption to it, too.

Useless in bed
A bonus one, because I am by no means sure this one is actually femdom.

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