She wants you back

You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said about how
frustrating and humiliating you find it – being locked up in that thing while I
fuck Raoul.

I think I might have the solution.  You could both fuck me!

I mean, not at the same time of course.  Not quite at the same time, anyway.

You see, Raoul’s really rubbish at foreplay.  Well, actually he can be fantastic at it, but
usually he doesn’t bother, you know? 
Just wants to get his massive cock into me and start thrusting away –
silly old bull.

So I thought maybe you could do the foreplay?  And Raoul needn’t even be there – he can be
downstairs watching the football or something. 
You could be delicately stroking and kissing me – not on the face,
though, because I want to pretend it’s Raoul, not you.  And using your tongue.  Of course, you’d stay locked up just to make
sure there are no accidents.

And then when I’m good and ready, you can go downstairs and
tell Raoul he can come up.  Remember he
likes you to call him Sir.

And then we’d lock you in the cuckold pillory and fuck the
rest of the night, just like now.

There – that should help with that horrible sexual
frustration – don’t you think?

No?  Oh.  Well, you’re doing it anyway, grumpyface.

 

Rentrée

Literally, a re-entering, so obviously it’s not to be taken literally in my case.  But here we are, back again.

Same old, same old.

But more so.

If you know what I mean.

Update: thank you all for the kind comments, while I was away.  Sorry I didn’t respond at the time, but if you check back you should find that I have now.

…and while I was away, this blog went over 3 million page hits/views whatever it is!  Many of them by automated search bots no doubt, others perhaps by worthless little pathetic worms of no importance or interest to anyone whatsoever (if you’re wondering whether you’re one of them, then you probably are, like me), but even so it’s a nice big number.  Thank you all.

Update again.  Don’t you just love the horse picture?  Not the caption, necessarily.  Just the picture.  Isn’t it great?

Silenced cuckold femdom
It’s a bit unfair, really.  I mean he makes as much noise as he likes.  Doesn’t get the fucking sjambok, either. Why do we put up with this sort of thing?

Tawse ready and waiting for naughty boys
I’ve been caught shopkeeping eleven times, now.  Oh dear… am I out of butter again?  Off to the shops…

Femdom wife humiliation and enslavement oh my
He’s taking a subtle revenge for the lifetime of humiliation and suffering she imposed, though. He’s over-salted the popcorn.  Only slightly – but enough to notice, you know?  Haha!

Prison femdom mistress
You know, people can often behave very differently at home and at work.  Although actually, she doesn’t.

Weird pony PVC fantasy thing
I love this picture.  I quite like my caption to it, too.

Useless in bed
A bonus one, because I am by no means sure this one is actually femdom.

Holiday photos (last)

Here we go – the last lot.  Back to normal after this – twice a week or so (I’m not as vigorous as I was when I was young, you know).  Servitor is surely by now on a plane back from his tropical vacation; possibly even going round and round the luggage carousel as we speak.

You have to admit, though… this little slideshow was a bit more interesting than most occasions on which someone’s asked you to look at their holiday photos?  Wasn’t it?

This was fun.  Let’s do it again next year.