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.
Whatever…
Number 42 in the series, apparently! How many roads must a man walk down before he reaches a turning point, eh? OK, one, I suppose, as if he was on a second road he would presumably already have passed a turning point. OK, so not a good analogy, but you see what I’m trying to say here, right? Erm… anyway, I’ll just get on with the not-quite-femdom captions, now.
Yup, those. Number forty in an occasional… forty? Forty?? Bloody hell, how long have I been doing this blog?
Even more turning points! Yay… That’s 38, now… should be thoroughly turned and done to perfection, soon enough.
… turning points! That’s all.
NB: I have just realised that the default comments policy on the blog required a name and email. I have switched this off, so you can comment as anonymously as you like (but please give yourself a name, at least in the body of the comment, so you’re not all just ‘Anonymous’. Unless of course, your name is actually ‘Anonymous’ which would be a cruel burden to bear).
Yes, it’s the latest in the increasing desperate series of posts using titles from songs that somehow include a version of the word ‘turn’. It’s driving me mad, just another way of passing the day.
As in ‘turning points‘.
More of these.
Music is largely unrelated except for being about turning.
…and a bonus one just for Tom Allen:
