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Between 15 August and 4 September there will be daily but rather minimal updates. The servitor bot will be on holiday, so his place will be taken by an automated system that will provide much the same service, but without so many embarassing mistakes. Three captioned photos each day, without comment – maybe more towards the end. Let’s clear out that archive!
PS – this blog passed three million pageviews last weekend. There’s a lot of sick, twisted perverts out there, to be sure. Thank you all.
For old times’ sake
yeah I’m fine. You probably heard –
after we broke up I finally got serious about my work, and now I run my own
business consulting practice. I kind of
split my time between here and New York, you know? Although these days Shanghai’s almost as
important.
say! I know exactly when we broke up…
not going to forget it. I guess we’ve
both moved on a lot since then! I mean,
I got so upset, didn’t I? Why shouldn’t
you ask me for a blow-job anyway? I
suppose I was really conflicted, because back then I didn’t have the confidence
just to say no, so we had a scene and well… you know.
you? Do you live round here? Pretty swanky neighbourhood, huh?
you? Oh I’m sorry to hear that. So many companies closing down lately, I
know, it’s been tough all over. Which
one were you with?
they got taken over by that French company, didn’t they? Is that when you lost your job? I know, a lot of people did. I worked on the
post-merger business plan, actually – that was my firm’s big break! My client started
calling me the Surgeon – you know, for all the fat I cut out of the
company. And the nickname got around and: ‘Hey! Send for the Surgeon!’ You know?
Really lucky break.
erm… obviously tough for you… But
it’s nice to see you again! I mean, just
to say hello, you know. It’s not like I’d
want to get back together! I mean, I
spent – oh it must have been years –
hating you and loving you too, and thinking that I’d just pick up the phone and
maybe we could get back together… give you a blow job. It was usually that bit that put me off,
actually!
days. That way, I can get exactly what I
want and no fuss. I’ve got so much
money, I just prefer it that way. They
have to go down on their knees in front of me, and they have to be reluctant,
but then I start handing them the cash, one note at a time and they give me
oral sex… and I’ll tell you a little secret.
They have to pretend to be called Mike!
you doing today?
the street?
let me see I’ve probably got a few notes here.
Yes – here you go. I – oops, I
dropped it! How about that? Go on: pick it up if you like.
Nervous anticipation
Surely the sexiest feeling there is. Don’t you think? No? Try a vanilla blog with lots of pictures of naked women instead, then, because this just isn’t going to be your thing.
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| Well… as long as they’re housetrained. |
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| Will he go under or over the barbed wire, I wonder? |
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| But hey, it’s what we do, right? |
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| It’s sad, but there are just too many submissive men chasing too few dommes. The pound is the only answer. Don’t worry: they’re very humane there. |
Excerpts from a bedtime story
Truth or…
thing I’ve ever done to a boy? Oh…
I’ll probably take the dare, erm –
was this, like, really cute guy a couple of years above me? And he really wanted to feel my breasts?
him that I’d let him, if I could kick him in the balls. I mean, I was joking! You know?
OK! I couldn’t believe it!
just stood there for a bit, and for some weird reason I just found myself
saying ‘How many times’? And he’s like
‘Just one, bitch’. So I’m like, ‘If you
can take ten, I’ll let you go all the way’.
And he’s like, ‘OK, but you have to stop if I say so, OK?’. And I’m like ‘Sure!’
made me promise to stop if he said so – and for a joke, I made him agree that
he had to say ‘Please Carly, I’m a wimp and I can’t take any more, please
stop.’
his legs a little bit, and he breathed in and out for a bit and then he looked
at me – he was looking kinda scared! – and was just, like, ‘OK!’. Real tense, like that, you know? Just: ‘OK!’.
him really hard, right in the nuts. I
was wearing these kinda goth boots?
– even though I’d already started going emo back then, but you know,
they were cool – and the toe went right
between his legs so the top of the boot smashed right up into his balls.
think he’d expected me really to kick him as hard as that! Especially not for the first one. Because his eyes bulged out, and all the
breath came out of his body, and he staggered back and he’s trying to gasp for
air? And he looks up at me with these
horrified pleading eyes – I can still see them now – and I think he was just
about to try and say something when I kicked him the second time!
course, after that I went through with the whole thing. I mean, I knew he wanted me to stop. But he could hardly even scream, he was in so
much pain – let alone say the complicated sentence we’d agreed. So I could just keep going. Once he got as far as ‘PleaseCarlyI’m
awimpand’ – but then WHAM!. you know, and he shut up again.
guess the worst thing about it was that I’d planned that? You know?
Cos I’d seen boys who’d taken, you know, a softball in the nuts and I
knew what it would be like? That’s why I
made him agree he had to say such a long thing if he wanted me to stop. And then I just had to make sure I went in
really hard for the first one.
four he was writhing on the ground – I think he was trying to crawl away just
using his arms, but of course that didn’t do him any good, and those were the
hardest of all.
him there. I figured he wouldn’t want to
try collecting on his part of the deal that day!
heard he went to hospital, for a long time, then they moved away. I was kinda worried for a while that I might
get into trouble, but I don’t know – maybe he didn’t want to admit to anyone
that a girl did this to him? Or maybe he
was just scared of me. But anyway,
apparently he told his parents and the police that these three big black guys
had done it.
that was kinda mean. Huh? I mean, why say they were black guys? There’s so much, like, prejudice and hatred
in the world, you know? That was
nasty. Made me realise he wasn’t a very
nice guy. If he ever did show up and
want to collect his side of the deal, I’d just be like, no way! I don’t fuck racists! What an asshole.
guess that’s the worst thing I’ve done.
I mean, there was another thing a few months later that was a bit worse,
but that wasn’t just me. I had my friend
Amy with me. She’s really cool – you
should meet her!
Truth or dare.
going to have to think of something really embarrassing to ask you. Cos I’ve got such a great idea for a dare for
you! There is no way you are leaving tonight until I’ve made you do it.
Informed consent
It’s very important. She always informs me when my consent is required for something.
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| Ignorance is no defence. |
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| Check-out time is when she decides to release you. |
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| Hmmm. Interesting. I wonder what she does use, then. Any thoughts? |
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| ..and what’s the best? |
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| Probably best not to ask… I certainly don’t know. |
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| She seems nice.
I was going to point you to this forthcoming movie which looks very fine, but Paltego beat me to it.
So instead (trigger warning: vanilla. And you have to enter access code 7201969), how about Anne Hathaway in space!
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Man talk
darling, just about dinner tonight.
Annie wants you to talk to Victor: she’s trying to get him into
chastity, and she thought you might be able to help reassure him. If you could just tell him how much you love
being in chastity, how you’ve never regretted a single day and all that kind of
thing.
it’s not quite true, darling. But
Victor’s a bit reluctant, so it’s probably best not to tell him about the early
days. I expect he’ll have to go through the same anger and frustration, the
tears – god, all that constant whining and pleading! But that’ll be good for their relationship,
just like it was for ours. They mostly
only play at CP these days, so Annie will have to step up a bit in that
department. She’s quite looking forward
to it – she was asking my advice about canes.
as Victor accepts that first step and lets her lock him. After that, she can use it as leverage to
sort out the rest of their relationship, and soon it won’t matter in the
slightest what he wants. So telling a
few little white lies isn’t really such a bad thing, if it helps with that, is
it?
remember: big smiles, best thing that ever happened, very happy husband. Oh – and Annie asked me to make sure you were
never alone with Victor. Of course, I
told her you’d have strict instructions about what to say and you wouldn’t dare
disobey me… just make sure either she or I are in earshot at all times.
don’t have any regrets do you darling?
darling?
think so. Off you go and get ready.
































