Price discrimination



Good session for you? 
Great.

Yeah, it got pretty intense there in the middle, didn’t
it?  I really thought you were about to
use the safeword. You were like – oh my
god, I can’t take this.  But you just
about got through it, didn’t you?  You look pretty exhausted now, though!

Oh – while you’re getting dressed.  There’s something I wanted to mention, about
session rates.

See, I’ve realised I’ve just got too many clients and it
seems crazy that a session I really actually enjoy with some devoted old slave
costs the same per hour as a one-off with a businessman visiting from Tokyo, or
something.

So I got together with Anne, and we, like, went through the list of
all my regulars, you know.  So the ones I
actually like sessioning with were rated ‘A’ and they’ll only pay half rates
and so on.

Yeah, it’s a good idea isn’t it?  Should have done it ages ago.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you were rated
‘D’.  So if you want to keep on
sessioning with me, you’ll be paying five times as much as you have been.

Hmm?  Oh no! It’s not
that I don’t want to session with you any more! 
You’re not an ‘E’.  I just need a
lot more money to tolerate spending time with someone as irritating as you,
that’s all. 

OK, you can go and get
dressed now.

Still here? Go on – fuck off.

The part of the lovely Tiffany Naylor in this little tale was played by the lovely Tiffany Naylor.  Who, I am sure, never tells her clients to fuck off unless that’s what they want.  Or need.

Contemplant le divin



Regular readers will know that this blog’s theme does not lend itself well to standing up bravely against intimidation.  Quite the opposite, actually.  Nonetheless, although I don’t often mention it here, this blog is produced in Paris, where I live.  So, I just want to say:

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’etendard sanglant est levé!
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
 
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
 
 
 
 
For those of you looking for something more in the usual line, try  this:
 
 
Or wait until Tuesday.

Agony aunts

She’s got so much to give.
 
 
So much easier than a long drawn-out evening of silence.  Although, oddly, no quicker.
 
 

 

Boys can be so messy.  Especially during edge-play.
 
 

 

Poor Selina. I hope she’s feeling better.
 
 

 

Oh well… at least you don’t have to get down on your knees and apologise to him properly.

Let down your hair

 


No – don’t try to struggle. 
I tie men up for a living you know! 
I do know how to make sure they can’t get free.  Just wait quietly while the glue sets.

I said quietly! 
There’s really no point in trying to talk.  I can’t understand what you’re saying through
that gag.  And anyway, I don’t care.

You know, I thought I recognised your voice, when you phoned
to make the appointment?  But I couldn’t
place it.  But the very moment you walked
through the door, I remembered of course. 
Billy.  Billy the bully.

I suppose you call yourself ‘William’ now, do you? Maybe
you’re a reformed character too, hmm?  Or
are you just as unpleasant to the people you work with as you were to us at
school?  Hmm?  Especially the women, I expect.  Unless you want something from them – I’ll
bet you’re a real arse-licker to boss, hmm? 
You always were.
 
 

So now here we are. 
Dominatrix and client.  Helen and
William.  God – that year when we had
French together with Madame Kerguelen!  I
was sitting right on front of you.  I
don’t think my head ever stopped hurting that year.  You were such an evil little bastard.  You know I even got detention once for crying
out, when you tugged really hard?  Maybe
I should do that to you too – make you sit alone in a room for a few hours.

But it’s the hair-pulling that I really want you to
try.  You see all that apparatus up
there?  Well, when that glue has set in
your hair, the cords I’ve threaded all the way through it will be meshed firmly
into your hair.  And I’ll attach them to
some of those chains and then we’ll start to have some fun.

“A bit of fun”? 
Wasn’t that how you always described it?

Well, Billy boy, this is a pro-domme dungeon and I really
know how to have fun.  Pull the hair and
make her cry, that was your favourite game, wasn’t it?  Well, here we’ll play it with grown-up
equipment.

I’ll attach the chains to some of those little pullies I’ve
got up there, and I’ll put weights on them. 
And we can slowly pull your hair. 
You see – I’ve got some on the side, as well?  So I can pull parts of your hair in different
directions.  And I think from time to
time I’ll pick one up in my hand and attach a particularly heavy weight – and
then I’ll drop it.  For a good old-fashioned
tug. 
 
Just like old times.
 
 
 

The part of Domina Rapunzel in this tale was played by the original, mysterious, alluring and occasionally terrifying Mistress Eleise de Lacey.

Taking pains

She does and so, therefore, do I.

But not here. I just slap any old rubbish on a photo and stick it on the blog.

Damn.  Why is it always about penis size?  Honestly, sometimes it just seems like women are obsessed with it.
 

 

Urrgglll – nnnnh!
 

 

I’m glad I’m into humiliation.  Otherwise, I’d probably find a lot of my encounters with women quite unpleasant.
 

 

Well, that went well.
 
 

 

Goodness, sounds like she’s going to get quite cross.  That could help, actually.

Love is…

… savage and cruel and it shines like destruction.

Or at least, I’ve always found it to be so.

I usually deal with it by shrieking like a little girl, thrashing helplessly against the bonds and frantically begging for forgiveness. I guess everyone has their own way, huh?
 
 
 

 

She shouldn’t worry about a thing. He’s really good at toppling over onto his side.
 
 

 

Yes, I suppose that would be very special.
 
 

 

Well, that’s a bit last-minute isn’t it?   Honestly – that Raoul!  He does make me cross sometimes, he really does.
 
 
Letting daylight in on industrial light and magic.
 

Riddle of the minx

Don’t you?  Just sign you heartless bastard – look how you’re upsetting her!
 
 



Actually, there are surprisingly few blogs catering for those with a mushroom fetish. And this one probably won’t again, so enjoy it while you can.  Deviants.
Mistress Asian, like it says on the picture.  Welcome to the blog, Ma’am!
 
Really experienced dommes understand our desires so well.  And don’t care.
This is of course the lovely and talented Princess Kali!
 

 

Don’t worry, it doesn’t go all the way down.  Everything below 4 inches is just in the same category. Now what was it they
called it… er…?





Ermmm…hang on, I think I’ve got a witty answer to that, so I can pretend the question does not make me uncomfortable.



Trustee

Ah, now that’s Servitor.  Nasty perverted little piece of work, but
he’s a trustee now so he’s allowed outside.

You see, we had this competition among
inmates for ideas on how life here could become less pleasant.  And Servitor came up with the daily branding.
Of course, we already knew that the inmates hate the branding iron, more than
anything else.   But you can’t burn them
every day, they wouldn’t last their sentences.

So this clever little weasel came up with
the idea of strapping each inmate down every day.  The guard stands behind the prisoner, and
grabs a red-hot iron, but she also grabs one that’s just slightly warm.  Then another guard rolls two dice. If she
rolls two sixes, he gets the glowing brand, if she rolls anything else he gets
the cold one.  But the movement is just
the same each time, so he won’t know until he feels it.

We do them in rows of 10 or so.  According to this little worm, there’s a 25%
chance of at least one of them being burnt in each row. Every single day, back
they come, for their branding time. 

Quite the clever little worm!  But not a very lucky one are you,
prisoner?  Show Sergeant Woods your arse!

See? Got three already.  He probably goes around all day dreading
it.  They all do.  More than two years of his sentence to go… how many more double sixes, eh Servitor?
Every one of them richly, richly deserved.

The parts of the lovely (but firm!) guards in this short tale were played by Mistress Eleise de Lacey and Miss Woods.  The part of the clever servitor was played with some difficulty by the real, stupid, Servitor.

Feeling her pain

Some men aren’t very good at that, but with the help of a really determined woman, you’ll find you become quite good at it.  Try practicing at a fixed time each week, for example.

I think once a day is usually enough for me, when it comes to cold showers, but occasionally I wake up in the morning needing a quick one.
 
 

 

And you wouldn’t want to be offensively unsubmissive.  Anyway, that’s illegal.
 
 

 

I suppose those other men have to keep their session visits secret from their wives. Must be awful.
 
 

 

Yes, Mary can be kind like that.  Eventually.
 
 

 

Yeah, c’est la vie.  Che sera sera.