Tuesday, November 24, 2015


The Frog Prince

The frog sat still on Princess Maria’s palm, its only movement an occasional bulging out of its throat, as its big round eyes watched her.

“A prince?” she said thoughtfully, after a while.  “Prince of where?”

“Of Lower Lotharingia”, the amphibian croaked.  “A land of prosperous farmers and merchants waiting to welcome me back with my beautiful queen, if you would do me that homour.  It is blessed with a fine climate, and limitless wealth from its - “

“Silver mines” she interrupted.  “Yes, I know all about them.  Daddy lets me sit in on the military briefings.  We’ve 200,000 men poised on the borders, and we’ve made a deal with Upper Lotharingia to split the country between us.  The enemy army's just a bunch of part-time soldiers - merchants and farmers. They won't last two days against our armoured divisions.  Then we can enslave the survivors and put them to work in the silver mines.  Daddy thinks we can double the output! A chain-gang of 30 miners can produce almost 30 ounces of silver a day, if they're whipped hard enough.”
"So why would I want to marry you?"

“But… but you could be a beloved queen, and – “ the frog began.

“Or a despotic empress” she laughed, picking the animal up by its back foot, where it dangled helplessly for a moment, before being tossed onto the sun-baked flagstones for the crows.
Try clicking on 'fairy tale' in that word cloud to the right, if you liked the words, and on 'heart-stopping beauty' if you preferred the pictures.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Brutal loving care

Famk 'ooo, Muhphtuph
You have something you'd rather spend your money on?
What a depressing caption.  Sorry about that.  Let's move on.
That's better.
She's a stern advocate of social justice.  Delivered by Predator drone, if need be.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

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.

Friday, November 13, 2015

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.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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.

Friday, November 6, 2015

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.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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.

Friday, October 30, 2015

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.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


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.

Friday, October 23, 2015

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.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Pride comes before a spanking

Positive reinforcement - quite motivational, I find.
Decisions decisions... oh dear.  I thought the whole point of this sort of relationship was that I wouldn't have to make decisions any more!
Yes.  That would be awful. Erm... we said just a half hour session this time.  Didn't we?
That's a relief. All the relief there's going to be, by the look of it, but better than nothing.
You can watch a whole half hour, if you're good. Just remember to thank her.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Weekly allowance

Here you go. Actually, it's usually twice a week.  But don't tell her or we might not be allowed.

They are really very lovely blue shoes. I hope they're cruelty-free.
Just try to enjoy the view.
Hmmm - I wonder who that's going to be?
Low self-esteem can be greatly under-rated in some situations, actually.
Do you have to bother her with this sort of thing all the time?