Tuesday, April 29, 2014

You'll always find me in the corner at parties

Yeah.  I was always one of those guys in the corner at parties.  You know?  Just standing there, all embarassed, not knowing what to say as the laughter and flirting went on all around me? 

My nose pressed tightly against the angle of the walls, and my trousers down around my ankles exposing my red, spanked buttocks for all to see.

I guess we've all been there, huh?



Femdom bully
It's good to have a job doing something you love.  In my job, for example, I'm bossed around, humiliated and made miserable almost every day.  Mmmm.
 
 

Birched submissive
Ooops!  Don't forget about consent, girls!  When you're finishing, ask him if he agrees he deserved it.  It's important.
 
 

Whipped with metal
Well, if you put it like that...
 
 

Countdown to orgasm - or not
Office life... it can be so stressful, can't it?
 
 

Sadly, though, the inside looks pretty grotty, too. Unless you like gloomy dungeons walled with unfinished concrete and festooned with rusting chains.
Oh do you?  Oh, right.  You're in for a treat, then.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Sub-shaming

It's a strangely self-defeating exercise, because we love it.


Sympathy porn
That's kind of her.  Not exactly a sympathy fuck... more of a pitiful wank.  But the principle's the same.
 
 



Castration lit again
Kinda scary.  Yeah.
 
 

 
 
 

I hold that truth to be self-evident.
 
 

Accidental scene
OK, now that would be humiliating.  And not in a good way.  Well...maybe a little bit good...mmmm.
 
 
Creepy Servitor
It's uncanny.  It's almost as if she knows me.  Do you think I should go and hang around her house in Beverly Hills... see if fate somehow brings us together?

Friday, April 18, 2014

She only does it to be cruel

...because she knows it teases.

Nice to know she still respects you for what you are.
 

Pop into the castration clinic why not
Oh...not the garden centre.  I hate garden centres.

 
Femdom soldier yum
Great.  You can show off that little dance routine you were practicing with Mike and Gerald before the invasion.  Shame about what happened to them... still, never mind.
 

Blackmailing femdom fun
It does seem a little unfair, on those of us that would like to be in that position.
 This is, of course, the glorious Goddess Heather.  She shouted at me once, you know.  At Club Pedestal.  I might have mentioned this before.  And I didn't even have to pay her.  Aaaaah.



Snuff and nonsense
Sometimes you just have to take time for yourself.  Don't let anything rush you.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The ecstasy and the agony

But by 'ecstasy' I mean extremes of pleasure, OK?  This blog does not do drugs.  Nothing here but good wholesome stuff like torture, castration, toilet slavery and forced bisexual blowjobs.

And not all at the same time, obviously.  That would be ridiculous.



Sidonia morning
Oh dear.  Still, it's only 24 hours, isn't it?  How bad could it be?

Is there anyone out there (apart from weird vanilla or male-dom types) who does not recognise Mistress Sidonia von Bork?  Wonderful name, wonderful lady.
 
 

Professionally strict
Realism in session - it can be over-rated, you know.

 
 
Cattle prod femdom - again
Nice tits.  Nice cattle prod.  Can't have one without the other.
 
 

He should go down on her knees to her.  Like he did when he proposed.  Or whenever he needs to use the bank card.

 
 
Yeah...well, that's actually true.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Yes, I've experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually.  Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Mistress wife rules-based management
Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she's in charge, doesn't it?  And outside too - obviously.
 
 

Hard strokes
I'm sure he can take it.  Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.
 
 

Sexual humiliation is lovely
Women, eh!  Never satisfied.
 
 

But does he swallow
I think they are antennae.  I find it's the antennae that usually get detached.  Unless she insists that I chew of course - then it just all goes everywhere.  Don't you agree?
 
 

Lucky, lucky us.

Friday, April 4, 2014

I yam what I yam

... and I thought what I yam was a beta male, but apparently not.  It turns out, I am an omega male:

Omega animals are subordinate to all others in the community, and are expected by others in the group to remain submissive to everyone. Omega animals may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.
 
Ah, let me be her outlet for frustration...

Yes, Ma'am.
 

Not a beta - you see?
 


Actually,  good rough sander will have much the same effect - and it would be a lot cheaper.  Fun, too.
 

Chaste little hubbie
I'm sure she'll think of something.
 

There's always a bit left over.