Category: wife

Commanding respect

Or the one before that.
 

 

I like to leave these details to my wife too.  She’s better at that sort of thing.
 

 

Return of an old friend.
 

 

On the plus side, they do get  lots of great shots of dommes looking really pissed-off.  On the minus, a lot of expensive cameras have been smashed.  Oh – and the photographer’s been hospitalised once or twice too.
 

 

Kind of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, huh?

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.

Submissions

Yum yum.
 

 

…but the price goes up the less time there is to go.
 

 

Phew.  Just in time, eh?
 

 

Hmmm. Kurt’s night-night “kisses” can taste a bit disgusting, to be honest. If only I were still allowed to kiss him on the lips.
 
 

 

Yes, I should be thankful for small mercies.  They are the only sort I get.

Wedlocked

One day you’ll laugh about it. Everyone else does, after all.
 
 
Mmm… that does sound humiliating!

 

 

 

Actually, he’s lucky.  The bricks are  little bit irregular.  If it wasn’t for that to engage his interest…well, he’d have had a pretty boring time of it over the years, I can tell you.
 
 

 

She’s trying to make this work – why aren’t you?
 
 

 

Actually, you can make a fuss if you want.  It doesn’t really matter.

Heavenly torment

Horsey horsey don’t you dare stop.
 

 

In case you’re thinking the judge was a little unfair – apparently the man in this sorry little tale had been masturbating to pictures on the Internet.  I think we can all agree that’s a good reason for him to lose everything, can’t we?  Disgusting habit.  Just ask Google.
 

 

It’s odd, isn’t it?  Some of us would bend over backwards to be in that situation.  Forwards, too.
 

 

Try to be brave. Think of her feelings, after all.

 

 
I would.
 

Back on track

Well, the consensus seems to be that Google has backed down, so here we go again.

Have a double-length post to make up for it. Oh – and for the next three weeks or so there will be an additional caption each day on the Tumblr site, that will not appear here (because my filing system is too disorganised to find the right ones, if I delete the Tumblr queue).

****ing Google. 

Don’t worry.  You don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want you to do. In fact, you mustn’t.
 

 

Who says men are useless, eh?
 

 

I expect you’ll manage well enough without.
 

 

It’s bound to be a bit painful at first.  But you’ll get used to it.
 

 

I’ve always had this ability to make women laugh. I think I was born with it.
 

 

When he left school, he wanted to work in IT. And he does – he usually stops by that department just before lunch
 

 

I think we’ve all been there.  Just the other day a market research company rang up and asked if I was interested in taking part in a survey about web use. So I said sure, but after about five or six questions about my browsing habits, they just rang off without any warning!  Bizarre, huh? I mean why did they ask if they don’t want to know the answers?
 

 

Something to look forward to.
 

 

That’s good of her.
 
 
Another thing to tick off her bucket list. 
 



Wifely duties

 

Oh, darling – I made an appointment with a disciplinarian,
like we talked about.  I asked if you
could go tomorrow, but apparently it’s better not to do it straight away, so
you can dread it for a few days. Anyway, I’ve provisionally booked you in for
Tuesday – is that OK?  You’d have to
leave work a bit early.

Fine.  I’ll call her
to confirm.

Could you pass my skirt?

No, the blue one.

Thanks.

Now there’s a video you’re supposed to watch – of her caning
someone, she sent a link. She said you should watch it as soon as possible, so
you know how bad it’s going to be.  It’s
about 20 minutes long – I think we’ve just got time right now before we go,
actually. 

I watched the first minute or so and then I had to switch
off because it was so brutal!  She just
flicks the cane down and there are these awful marks – well, you’ll see.  He was crying and pleading – I just couldn’t
watch any more!  It’s horrible to think of
her doing that to you.  I hope we don’t
have to do this very often.

Now, did you get a bottle of wine like I asked you?

Oh darling, you didn’t forget did you, really?  I made a point of reminding you this
morning.   Oh how tiresome.  You see – this is just the sort of thing I
mean.  Honestly, I could cane you myself
right now, I really could.
 
 

Just scream and weep

She’ll do the rest.

Well, at least you can be confident you’re in safe hands.  They’re obviously all trained professionals – look, they’ve got nurses’ outfits and everything.
 

 

Oh well. No regrets, eh?  Strawberries are good.
 

 

I think she might be right. She usually is.
 

 

And where’s the fun in that?
This of course is the lovely Mistress Vixen, sometimes to be found virtually at the address shown there.  Oh go on then, I did it for you.  But she seems to be out.

 

What an unpleasant little tale.  Why would anyone write something like that?



Feeling her pain

…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.

Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules.  I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all.
 

 

It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time.  She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long.  Not a problem.
 

 

Thank you.  Ahhh.
 

 

That sounds very fair.
 

 

Glad to be of service.  It’s the highlight of my month, actually.

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