Don’t you dare

I never do. Never been much of a risk-taker, unless you count marrying my SO.

It’s scurrying time.
They’re planning to get together regularly.
She’s hoping to break into movies. Not necessarily castration movies, obviously, but if the offers come in…
If you’re not convinced by her argument here, don’t worry: she can help you come to a fuller understanding.
Reminiscent of that time a whole nest of scorpions infested the OWK Prison. Hard to imagine where they came from, given there aren’t any scorpions in the Czech Republic, but I expect there’s a perfectly sensible explanation.
They also serve, who only writhe and scream.

These women’s work

Pray God you can cope

As they say, it’s no humiliation to beg pitifully. Don’t they? I’m sure they say something like that, they say all sorts of things.
Women’s football is so exciting… just look at all those clothes getting sweaty and boots muddy. I’d be queuing up at the changing room door, hoping to be picked.
Very considerate of her, but I doubt the others really mind.
Theyu have all sorts of codewords, to keep the real activity hidden. For example, if a client requests the ‘steam pressing service’ then the victim is placed in a huge steel press and slowly crushed while being blasted with boiling hot steam. OK, maybe that particular codeword is a bit obvious, but they have others too.
Ah, another of those ‘opportunities’. Bizarrely, when I’m placed in that situation, I can rarely think of anything very coherent to say.
People assume the OWK was all torture and savage beatings and long nights shivering in a cold prison cell – and it was, obviously, but with a lot of laughter too.

Historical fits

Yeah, more old-timey femdom. They did have it before the invention of latex, you know.

Fun fact: the beautiful Anna Popplewell who features here is, I think, the only actress I have ever captioned whom I have seen in (so-called) real life. Not a very fun fact, I know, but I don’t get a lot of fun in my life.

Spookily inaccurate

A Halloween special.

Unpleasant, cruel trick or delightful, yummy treat? But…but… aren’t they the same thing?

My SO really likes to do Halloween properly. She creates a whole ‘spooky garden’ on the way up to the house, with ghostly lights and freakish moans from a lost soul shackled in a cage dangling by the front porch. It gets ever so cold, but it’s a fun way of doing something with the local community. And anyway, it’s only for one night, unless she, y’know, forgets, dear absent-minded thing that she is.
Apparently, he’s been very naughty and she’s going to have to be strict with him. Very strict.
I wonder what tastes better than cake?
An eternity of torture in Hell may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but compared to most dommes’ hourly rates, it’s remarkably affordable.
They say the place is haunted by the ghost of a housemaid, chained and on her knees, endlessly scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing away the stains on the floorboards that can never be fully erased… but that’s just Trevor, he’s one of the regulars.
Actually, she hates Halloween – it’s Amateur Night.
Hmm. I reckon this could be a turning point in their relationship.

Offhand comments

It’s good of her to check – sometimes, I need a ‘little reminder’, for which I am always very thankful.
Of course, the permanent slave quarters won’t be as luxurious. On the plus side, they won’t smell as strongly of shit – not at first, anyway.
I still remember the day my SO found an item of women’s underwear that wasn’t hers, pushed to the back of my bedroom drawer. It was her mother’s – and I’d pretended she hadn’t put it in the previous week’s laundry bag, when in reality I just hadn’t been able to scrub the period stains out. I learnt my lesson, you can be sure!
Many wives like to have the anaesthetist there and ready, at least, in order to enjoy the look on hubby’s face when he realises she’s not going to do anything.
I suppose I really ought to make a British joke about having a boot fetish, but as we say in the UK: I can’t be arsed*.
He’s worried about lots of things, actually. Not unreasonably, in my view. Incidentally, you might worry about back problems in this sort of play, but you can be assured she’s made that her top priority – see how straight she’s sitting?

* Actually, I can be arsed, repeatedly and vigorously, but only when the mood takes her and she has enough boyfriends round.

Don’t make her ask you twice

It wasn’t really a request in the first place.

The world looks different, seen through tears. Often a lot clearer, oddly enough.
Of course, later, historians would debate whether ‘the lab leak hypothesis’ was actually a correct description of the cause, many (such as Sonia Lucysdaughter in her book They Had it Coming Anyway) preferring the ‘Some male moron probably fucked up, as usual’ hypothesis.
She’s struggling to keep control of herself.
If anyone’s thinking she’s only giving away someone else’s money, you haven’t really got the findomme thing. That’s Jerk-off’s wallet, so the money in it is hers, whatever you (or indeed Jerk-off) might think. Incidentally, Jerk-off’s name is going to change soon, as it doesn’t really suit his new lifestyle.

I read somewhere that modern AIs hallucinate things, so any AI femdom programme might punish you mercilessly for things you never even did! Yum…
And your parents will be gone long before Simon and Olly arrive, later.

Divine displeasure

Very different from my SO’s attitude – she likes to hear about how much it hurts.
Bit pointless to book a heavy session and use a safeword anyway. It’s like…. I dunno, going to an expensive restaurant and only eating stale bread with water. I mean, I’ve done that, obviously but…
She’ll definitely tell them off: she’s very cross about what they did. But she has a sweet, forgiving nature, so don’t be surprised if she goes back on her intention to ban all of them except Tony. I mean, that is a lot of cock to deprive herself of, and it’s not as if it was really such a big deal, right? And there’s the question of fairness to them to consider too…
You can have one of his trainers as well, if you fancy a threesome.
It’s ridiculous you can’t have men’s brains fixed to stop them being annoying… seriously annoying, I mean, obviously. We need to fund the NHS properly.
Lots of things to think about… and plenty of time to think, too.

We know that the Furies do not come uninvited

In fact, you usually have to pay them. After sending a polite introductory email, and confirming on the day.

You might have an opinion on the subject, but not one that’s different from hers, surely?
It’s good they provide an alternative activity for those slaves not up to the hard labour. My SO always allows me a second option if there’s anything I don’t want to do: I can take a beating and do it after that.
There’s bound to be some wear and tear on the agency’s stock. You know what girls are like.
If you haven’t tried wearing a shock collar, you should try it just once. If you decide you don’t like it, just tell her.
If you have any concerns about the course of treatment she’s proposing, do feel free to burst into tears and start pleading hysterically.
She’s accepting the award on his behalf because he’s… erm… well, he’s not able to be there in person, anyway. Although maybe some of him is, in her handbag, if the rumours are true.