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?

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.

 

 

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

 

 

Well, if you put it like that...

 

 

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.

Sub-shaming

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

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

 

 

Kinda scary.  Yeah.

 

 

 

 

 

I hold that truth to be self-evident.

 

 

OK, now that would be humiliating.  And not in a good way.  Well...maybe a little bit good...mmmm.

 

 

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?

She only does it to be cruel

...because she knows it teases.

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

 

Oh...not the garden centre.  I hate garden centres.

 

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.

 

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.

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

The ecstasy and the agony

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Yes, I've experienced pain in my marriage

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

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

 

 

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

 

 

Women, eh!  Never satisfied.

 

 

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.

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.

 

I'm sure she'll think of something.

 

There's always a bit left over.