Some nursery rhymes to help you relax and go to sleep. Everything will be fine.
Oh, you didn’t realise that I wrote poetry?






Some nursery rhymes to help you relax and go to sleep. Everything will be fine.
Oh, you didn’t realise that I wrote poetry?
This lovely lady is Maitresse Blanche, based just outside Paris, whose medical skills have from time to time been employed in trying to sort out the many, many things that are wrong with Servitor.
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Don’t worry: what it lacks in teasing, it makes up in denial. |
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My gender doesn’t so much sit on a spectrum as cower timidly beneath one. |
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He’s a bit dim too, to be honest. Well… thick as two short planks, to be quite brutal about it. But she doesn’t seem to mind that, oddly. |
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I think she might have had an idea. |
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Hmm? Oh, the extra caption under the photo? Yeah, definitely got one of those around here somewhere. Hang on… |
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Sorry – this was intended for my other blog, dedicated to courier services. Nothing femdom in this one. I must have copied it into the wrong folder. |
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Health and safety gone mad, if you ask me. |
The lovely Mistress Sidonia, a staple of the femdom scene.
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Good the boys get something to drink too. Many dominant wives wouldn’t think of that. |
Thank goodness he’s around. |
Am I the only male sub whose first experience of toilet slavery was during the interval during a fully-booked theatrical performance? I suspect not. |
…which is actually true of a lot of things, if you think about it. As I’m sure you have. Pervert. |
Perhaps she’ll bring you a treat. |
Where there’s a will – and strong pelvic muscles, restraints and plenty of lube – there’s a way. |
Some valuable soft skills there, to complement the hard skill set many of the senior staff already have. |
If men’s libbers feel oppressed, they’ve got no one to blame but themselves. |
Raoul has a gay friend! Sign of the times. Maybe he’s moving on from those ridiculous old-fashioned attitudes. |
Contradicting the statement over there about the realism or otherwise of the material presented on this blog, just for once we are keeping it real with some accurate depictions of pro-domme sessions, rather than the fantasy this blog usually purveys.
So clutch your crumpled envelope full of banknotes tightly in your sweaty hand, turn off geolocator on your phone (but keep the phone itself on until the last second so you can nervously glance at the time as you hang around the nearby streets trying neither to be early nor late), try to look casual as you march up to the door, not meeting the eyes of any passers-by… and enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever.
Mock away. |
If you wiggle about, he’ll probably finish quite quickly. |