Inexorable romantics

You know, sometimes I think women use 'You're washing my hair that night' as an excuse, when they don't want to go out.  A bit like "Sorry, I'm just not in the mood to unlock you this month, I've got a headache."

The glamorous life of an OWK Lady.  Tomorrow, she'll be going out for a slow plod around the grounds atop a human pony. Thrilling stuff.

What a bit of luck that she decided to have a meathook fitted, when she moved in.

Don't worry, she's very experienced.  She'll know exactly what to do.

And remember it's a 'fee', not 'tribute', OK?  It's still going to be a suitably large number, though.

So... do you remember my post a few weeks ago, suggesting that the divine Anya rocks a dominant, fetish fashion look slightly more often than one might expect? Well, of course, the trouble with making that sort of statement is that you just know she's going to prove you wrong immediately by showing up to every event for the next six months or so in a succession of elegant but disappointingly vanilla outfits.  Yeah, that's definitely what should have happened, by the law of averages, reversion to the mean, all that.

Only to be expected, I'm afraid.

Except she didn't.

See if, in this picture from Michelle Yeoh's recent Oscar celebration, you can spot a subtle difference in style between Goddess Anya's look at and that of... oh all the people there who aren't Anya, if you can bring yourself to waste any time looking at them.

 

What's that?  You want to see more of her in the dress?  Yes, I expect you would - there are some at this link, others around. You like that sort of thing, being a pervert, right? That's OK, we're all perverts here.  But be warned, let's keep those expectations realistic, yeah?  We all know what 'femdom in mainstream' fashion shots are like. Sadly, even when a glamorous actress puts on some kind of fetishy outfit, she's still just going to pout for the camera in vanilla style, right?  I mean, sorry to disappoint you, but it's not as if she's going to be photographed in the kind of haughty dominatrix pose that you and I find exciting, right?

Right?

Oh.

Hmmm.