They who must be obeyed

The title based of course on the splendid in concept (but disappointing in realisation - just ask a frustated 13 year old desperately looking for femdom material in the early 1980s) nineteenth century novel She, by H Rider Haggard.  There's actually a sequel too, called Ayesha (although I always thought it ought to have been called She's Back), which puts me in mind of a remarkable lady with a more serious and worthy blog than this one. She has introduced me and others to the concept of "saudade", which makes me think that I am perhaps spiritually Galician-Portuguese. 

Anyway, this isn't getting those captioned images of female domination onto your screens and into your brains, so we'd better get on with it.

Or don't keep calm.  That bit's up to you.

I think she'll come to appreciate the gift in time.  Young love is all very well, but experienced wives know the value of a good leather whip.

If you're considering asking for a refund, do bear in mind that she is still holding the whip.

I don't know why some men pay for public humiliation.  It's easy enough to get it for free, I find.

She genuinely doesn't want to drown him.  There was such a fuss about the last one, after all.