Savage beauties

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She thinks that there are always other credit cards.  And she's right, of course, there are. They don't all belong to the same male but that doesn't matter.

 

 

Many married couples never discuss money, but in the best-run marriages it's discussed once and that's that.

 

Kafka-trapping, eh?  Curiously enough, George has always fantasised about this. I hope he enjoys the real thing just as much.

 

 

If she dreads it that much, why not just decide not to make him wear the No. 5s?  Women are hard to understand sometimes.

 

 

Almost all the guys she fucks are insensitive brutes, so she needs someone in her life who cares about her feelings.  Let's hope he learns a bit of empathy.

 

Beguiling

Honestly, she's only a guest but she acts like she owns the place - me included.

 

Always a difficult moment in session, I find.  But not as difficult as the consequences she's outlining, obviously.

 

I hope they're OK with it... some guys are a bit weird about being present with another man having sex.  I know I am, even after all these years when it's happened almost every night.

 

They say memories of bullying stay with you for life... I certainly hope so, because I'm trying to arrange a schoolgirl bullying session for next month and it's likely to be bloody expensive.

 

Now she says they don't need a male - but I don't see her cleaning out the dustbins or doing the laundry, do you?

 

 

Under control

You're lucky she's so tolerant of your failings.  Imagine life if she wasn't...

It's one of those marriages where they don't need to keep reaffirming their commitment, but just show it every day in the way they behave towards one another.

 

 

Thank goodness for that.  He was considering whether he might have to ask at work for some proportion of his salary to be paid to him directly, instead of into his wife's account, just for that month, but he was dreading that because it would seem so weird.

 

 

 

Good to know who's in charge.  Don't worry: your wife has agreed some hard limits and anyway, she has a safeword.

 

 

 

Sounds like a great set-up for a CFNCSMM scene: that's 'Clothed Female, Naked, Cold, Shivering and Miserable Male'.  Sadly, neither of them are into that. Not sexually, anyway.

Sexual oppression

When you wake up things will be very different.  Well... it's not so much 'things' that will be different, it's you.

Marcus sounds a bit confused.  Probably not fair to judge him too harshly.

 

Why would anyone be afraid of crying in public?  There are lots of things to be afraid of in relationships - lots and lots and lots, I discover more every week - but not that.

 

 

 

I sometimes think long pleated skirts were specifically invented to provide a pretext for punishing sissy maids on ironing duty. I looked it up and it turns out, they were.  Funny old world.

 

 

If Slavr tasks are beginning to take up too much of your day, you can try registering your credit card on it, then your users will often prefer you not to turn up at all.

 

Due deference

Don't worry: as an experienced keyholder, she's very well aware of men's sexual needs and makes sure they're satisfied - unless there's an urgent deadline, she's teleworking or you receive a 'needs improvement' on your performance review, or something.  Not their sexual wants, you understand, but definitely their needs.

There's really no need for males to learn mathematical techniques beyond basic counting and thanking. I often even get that wrong, to be honest.

If its something you're already good at, then maybe you should try that 10,000 hours technique, you know?  That's all you need to become really expert.

It'll be good practice for when he's released to forage for himself.

Aitor might make a bit of a mess later too, so thank goodness you're around.

Damned lies and sadistics

 

Guys need to be kept busy, preferably with female oversight, or their attention wanders. There's no one right way to do it.  It could be anything from meticulous housework for that one special lady, through scrubbing the pavements as part of a community-run cleaning squad all the way to five years of hard labour in a male re-education camp. It's all good.

 

 

 

If you can't afford a lovely sound-proofed dungeon and you want to enjoy the screams, just have a word with your neighbours.  Most will be perfectly happy with the noise, as long as you talk to them about it.  And you might even find a common interest!

 The lovely Mistress Mina Thorne, of course, about to show off her CBT skills.  I'd like to link to her web site but I am not at all sure that this is actually her, as I read somewhere she is retired, sin which case I'm afraid your C and B will just have to be T-ed by someone else.  Unless she isn't retired, in which case they won't.  I expect someone will know?

 

 

 

So you couldn't even save up a few weeks' pocket money?  No wonder she prefers Harold - I mean, apart from all the other reasons, obviously.

My SO was absolutely furious when I came home once with a prescription for painkillers. She said she felt it devalued the hard work she was putting into our marriage. It was very unfeeling of me, and I have to say I did feel very uncomfortable as a result, for a long time afterwards.

 

 

 

In-laws can take some getting used to and there's no harm in getting out of the occasional evening with a little white lie, especially if you spend that evening learning to be a better husband.

Sexual wealing

Interestingly (well... as near to being interesting as anything gets on this damp and flaccid excuse for a blog), the word 'weal' means both 'a ridge or mark on flesh raised with a blow of a whip' and 'wealth or happiness'. Which to my mind - like the fact that 'stroke' means both a caress and the lash of a whip - just goes to show that there've been subbies around for as long as the English language has existed.  Chaucer's 'The Ffyndomme's Tayle' being a case in point, I suppose, or Shakespeare's 'Loves Labours Forced.'

Anyway.

Captions.

Interestingly, that rather racy outfit she's wearing is modeled on that worn by Playboy's Playmate of the Month from October 1842.

Attentive 'readers' will obviously have recognised the compassionate and sweet-tempered Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress.  You can tell she is feeling particularly merciful and forgiving, on this occasion, from the gentle smile on her lips. 

 

 

 

Honestly, if her sissy were a bit more familiar with orgasms himself he might have realised how totally inappropriate that request was.  Not that I'm excusing his selfish behaviour, you understand.

 

 

I've never really understood what 'SPH play' really consists of.  I mean, if we're not doing 'SPH play' what's she going to talk about - the weather?

 

 

 

Sometimes she puts a little extra in.  Other times she takes a little extra out.

What, all of them?

 

 

 

 

Unrelenting love

Don't worry: what it lacks in teasing, it makes up in denial.

 

My gender doesn't so much sit on a spectrum as cower timidly beneath one.

 

 

He's a bit dim too, to be honest.  Well... thick as two short planks, to be quite brutal about it.  But she doesn't seem to mind that, oddly.

I think she might have had an idea.

Many women just hate it when important discussions are side-tracked by irrelevant opinions.  My SO has very low tolerance for that sort of thing, which is unfortunate as all my opinions are irrelevant.

Oppressive domesticity

...it's the best sort.

Some wives can be so possessive... probably best to humour her.  Maybe she'll get it out of her system some day.

Looks like she needs to make a choice.  You're her husband, that should count for something, surely?

Wouldn't want it to be too easy.

After a busy day's housework I once asked my SO what she'd do without me - I mean, I can't imagine her doing the ironing or the washing up!  "Get another one, just like last time", apparently.

Well, I'm glad she had a proper massage.  My own masseur seemed to have entirely the wrong idea about what I was after - left me feeling quite stiff and sore, to be honest.

A good hard marriage

... that's what most men need.

She's getting mixed signals here.  Fortunately, the ones she's giving are entirely consistent.

Thank goodness for that.

My own SO avoids this problem by only fucking guys who despise me.  Fortunately, that doesn't restrict her freedom of action at all.

Honestly, given the choice between fucking her and fucking you, it's hard to see how anyone could prefer not to play it straight.  But some guys have weird sexual preferences.  I've heard.

Actually, I have a funny story about a pair of masturbation gloves and some nettles.  Well... it was funny at the time, anyway.  For her.