Category: torture
Serving her right
Lashes speak louder then words
She builds you up just to put you down
Feminine guiles
The shape of things to come
Another science fiction-themed post! Sadly not featuring those whip wielding Amazons from Space 1999 this time but I’ll try to remedy that in future.
Life is pain, Highness
True, that. I’ve experienced a lot of pain in my relationships with women and I can only hope and pay for more in the years to come.
Intended consequences
Historical females
Once again, it’s time to look back on the more elegant femdom of times past. One of this blog’s earliest and least-popular series, continued here out of sheer stubbornness and an almost total lack of self-awareness: Jane Austen femdom. With a few anachronistic wobbles of a hundred years or so in either direction from the divine Jane’s own period.
* Yes, I know Jane Austen was pre-Victorian. Do pay attention: as the paragraph at the start noted, the actual time period featured here varies. All posts set before 1910 or so** are labelled as ‘Jane Austen‘ (indeed, many are introduced as featuring ‘Hot chicks in empire-line dresses’ even when the hot chicks featured are in fact attired in the fashion of an entirely different era).
** Posts after 1910 (and before about 1960) being labelled ‘Downton Domination‘. But you knew that, right?
Here’s a bit of a how do you do!
Yes, here are even more modern femdom notions awkwardly crowbarred into scenes of elegant soirĂ©es, lusty stable-lads and thoroughly modern (and simply thrillingly butch!) lesbians… it’s another Downton Domination post.
Pre-war, obviously. During the war, bacon fat and lard were on the ration, so they just had to make do as best they could. Still, mustn’t complain: there was a war on, you know. |
Looks like she’s planning to keep her chin up, no matter what. You might find yourself doing the same. |
Men were men in those days – and knew how to take a marital beating like a man, too. Try not to let the side down, old chap, hmm? |
She’s making sacrifices for her country: you, specifically. |
Some might regret the passing of those days when a wife would see it as her duty to do whatever it took to satisfy her man sexually, like that. I won’t comment. |