Late handing in homework

Sorry!

I could… but you’d never believe me.
 

 


Can I brush my teeth now, please? Mouthwash would be nice, too.



 

 

And how he’s going to get there, with no money for the bus.  Still, she hasn’t stood in his way: credit to her for that.
 

 

Synergies!  Clever domme.
 

 

What a bitch.

Blonde justice

C’mon now!  Are you going to let her get away with that? Huh?
Oh.  OK then. 
 
 

 

Yeah, the human body has remarkable self-healing powers. And if not, there are lots more men out there.
 
 
 

 

She should watch out… illegal to watch that sort of thing in Britain.  Illegal just about everywhere to actually do it too, so don’t worry about a thing – she’s only playing.
 
 
 

 

Just try to hold onto the memory. For about eight weeks.
 
 

 

I like to be helpful.

Gynophilia/gynophobia

The love of women and the fear of women.  I have both conditions.

Hmmm… She’s merely disappointed, not repulsed. I’ll consider that as progress.

 

It’s a sacred bond – or a device for getting the housework done, depending on whether your finger’s on the button.

 

Don’t worry: he’s very professional.  You can be tied tightly naked over his trestle, and no matter how horny he’s feeling, you won’t have a thing to worry about. Well, except the savage beating you’re about to receive, obviously.

 

…and she does mean everywhere.
She’ll track them down. She’s very persistent. Anyway, can’t have feral males running about the place can we?

 

Back under the saddle

Ah well, summer holidays over and it’s back to the daily grind.  Which to be honest can leave you quite sore, especially when you then have to get up and go to work.  But who am I to argue?

I hope you enjoyed the archival clear-out over August.  But not that you enjoyed it so much you did anything you shouldn’t.

Back to normal.  More of the same, but written more recently.

Down you go.  You’ve got at least 10 hours before sunset.
 
 

 

Submissive man not actually very good at housework, in reality!  Who’d have thought?
 

 

It’s just her thing. Go with it.
 
 
 
 
She got you, babe.
 

 

Yes.  Anyway, it really doesn’t matter how big it is, if you’re not allowed to do anything with it.
 

All your praises they shall ring if it be your will … to let me sing

Erm… sorry, was I supposed to be typing something down here?
 
 

 

Well it matters to the bug.  Still, I suppose it’s quite low down in the grand scheme of things. No point paying attention to the feelings of worms or cockroaches, is there?
 
 

 

Yes.  How awful it must be for guys with huge cocks, who are into SPH, did you ever think of that? Poor souls…
 
 

 

And I’ll be thinking about her (Lady Sophia Black, ladies and gentlemen!)
 
 

 

The nickname’s a bit unfair.  It’s not his fault his breath smells of piss.

Married, with consequences

Married couples should talk about their finances.  Too few do – but it can save a lot of pain later on.
 

 

Than you Susan.  (braces)
 
 

 

I hope she doesn’t give in to peer pressure. When she decides to have you castrated it should be because that’s what she wants to do. No other considerations should come into it.





 

 

Nasty man with big smelly feet. Really smelly feet.  I can’t understand what she sees in him.
 

 

Those surveys… I think all they do is make women feel unsatisfied.  And I should know.

Distorted view…see-through, baby blue

Oh, Arnold Lane. Pictures are mostly unrelated.

Yes…but…in the church?
 
 

 

Actually, on this blog it’s not amazing.  It was practically a certainty.
 

 

Lots of men feel embarrassed about how they behave during castration.  It’s a shame, because it’s not as if they’ll ever get another chance.
 

 

I wonder if it’ll feel different, being whipped as a married man….
 
 

 

Interestingly, the one time they tried vanilla sex, she accused him of being only halfway in when in fact he was fully committed.  It’s obviously a thing with her.

Cold comfort

…but not on the farm.

 

I’m not sure if I could manage that.  But I expect I’ll learn, over time.

 

 
 
Oh well.  As long as it’s completely voluntary, I suppose it’ OK.
This is the lovely, magnificent, Vancouver and Paris-based Mistress Eleise de Lacey. But then, you knew that didn’t you?
 

 

Gosh, it’s a long way down, isn’t it?
 

 

One day perhaps.
 
 

 

And replace them with inhibitions about disobedience.

We’re not worthy

Just never met the right girl, I guess.  Hard to strike up a meaningful conversation in seven seconds or less.
 

 

Happy to be of service.
 

 

Shame she doesn’t get sexual pleasure out of the beatings.  That’s two of you, then.
 

 

It’ s easy to get confused.
 

 

No comment.

Hopefully devoted

It might sting a bit.  More probably, it’ll sting a lot, actually.
 

 

She’s not a big fan of mens lib, to be honest. Just old-fashioned that way.
 
 
 
 

 

Sounds a bit edgy. Still, what’s the worst that could happen?
 
 

 

It’s a perspective thing – like that dress the Internet went crazy about.  If you’re looking at this picture and thinking about your own cock, then her strap-on bound to look huge, isn’t it?
 

 

I wonder what they’re expecting to happen? I mean there’s just you, a bare concrete cell and a strange scratching and scrabbling sound from behind that grill to your right there…

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