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| I don’t mind being ice cream coned in public – let’s face it, guys, we’ve all been there – but I do object to having to wait in the queue to buy her another one, with the cream oozing slowly through my hair and down my face. Especially as I know that second one’s only going into my trousers. But my SO says it’s better that way. |
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| Shoe fetishists have it easy. So do humiliation freaks like me, actually: I mean, even the very worst, most cringe-making car-crash of a date can turn out to have been the best ever. |
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| I suppose they could go and put the kettle on, then bring him out a nice hot steaming mug. Honestly, dommes can overcomplicate things some time. |
These lovely ladies are at the English Mansion and the lady on the right there is Mistress Vixen, who also plays the piano rather sweetly. ‘Behind the scenes footage of dommes not realising they were being filmed’ is an under-served fetish, possibly because it often ends in the destruction of valuable cameras (and less valuable cameramen).
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| It’s more difficult than it looks, you know. |
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| She’s not easily impressed, to be honest. Especially by males who are inherently very unimpressive. |
That’s your lot for today, I’m afraid! You know the drill by now: five CtD captions, twice a week plus an occasional weekend ‘special’. But fear not, for I bring tidings of discomfort of the most joyful kind: unto us is born a new blog. Or, to put it less pretentiously, check out The Age of Femocracy by spicegrinder, a long-standing commentator on this blog. It seems likely to feature brutal oppression, humiliation, pain and other fun stuff like that so do give it a go.
