Showing posts with label cattleprod. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cattleprod. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

It's good to be the Queen

Nice of her to ask, but she really needn't have.

 




 

Don't judge her, OK?  Let her judge you.

 

 

 

Every hour is devotional time, surely?
 

 

 

Technically, it works just as well when he's not conscious, obviously, but she finds it harder to get motivated.

 

 

 

Poor things, I hope they're not too cold.  Thank goodness they have coats, anyway.

 

 

Friday, April 8, 2022

Severe sentences

Oh well.  No harm done, I expect.  Anyway, everyone makes an occasional mistake.

 

 

 

My SO has always been faithful.  Oh, she may have oral, vaginal and anal sex - sometimes even at the same time - with a great many men and women, but she locked my cock into my little tube on our wedding day and that's still the only cock she's ever locked up.  It's special to her, she says, like my virginity.

 

 

 

Sure, she'd love to hear about that.  Maybe even roleplay it, hmm?  She can be the client and he the server.  He should try to make an effort, though: there's a lot of boys interested in this job and to make it as fair as possible, she's interviewing all of those who passed the photo test.  He needs to show her he's willing to go that extra mile, giving it 110%.
 

 

 

 

And anyway, she's quite sexually adventurous: she won't just be using the cattle prod on your penis; there are so many other parts of the body that deserve some attention too.

 




Looks like you're going to be feeling her pain.  And a great deal more that's all your own.

 

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

And the wife she keeps the keys

She is so pleased to be a part of the arrangement.  Warning: clip utterly unrelated to femdom and disappointingly safe for work. 


She's actually very kind - never uses the cattleprod more than she absolutely has to, you know?





Obviously, this is something we cannot condone nowadays.  Asking female co-workers whether they have lock-picking skills is the very definition of workplace sexual harassment, I reckon.



You might not technically be gay but then you're not really heterosexual in any meaningful sense either, are you? I mean: your hand's not female.



How about what?




She'll be able to tell when the power's back on, because there's a little green light that flashes above the circuit-breaker. That, and the agonized shrieks for mercy from upstairs.