Supremely confident

Thank goodness he's around.

 

 

 

My SO can be quite inconsistent on this.  If a tawse or cane she was hoping to use goes missing - or on one memorable occasion the batteries from her favourite cattle-prod - she instantly suspects me and we 'have a little chat' about it.  But if a key isn't where she'd expected it to be it's 'just one of those things' and 'is bound to turn up in a month or two'.  Women.  Eh? 

 

 

 

As anyone deeply familiar with the OWK photographic record will testify: describing an OWK slave as 'that one with the stupid moustache' isn't really specific enough.  They might have to have a lot of slaves punched to be sure to get the right one.  Still, no real harm done if so, I suppose.

 

Am I the only male sub whose first experience of toilet slavery was during the interval during a fully-booked theatrical performance?  I suspect not.

 

 

 

...which is actually true of a lot of things, if you think about it.  As I'm sure you have.  Pervert.

 

 

Why should it matter to us

if they don't approve?

 

Why not both?

Thinking about her being clammy makes me clammy...

If you're finding it difficult to relax, try explaining to her that you'd just rather she got a second opinion from a male dentist before drilling.  I'm sure she won't mind.

Obviously.  Although it looks like it's already got a lot of toppings, so maybe no need?

My SO sometimes forgets why she's doing things even after starting.  The other day, we were about ten minutes into a judicial caning when she paused and confessed shamefacedly that she'd forgotten entirely what I was being beaten for!  How we laughed.  Later that day she remembered, fortunately, and she took the trouble to sort it out properly.

Despite all the amputations

... you know Her life was saved by rock and roll?

He's already made his wish. In fact, he's still fervently making it.  But it's not going to come true.

 The wonderful, lovely, powerful, stunning, brilliant and creative Mistress Eleise.  And Someone else I don't know but will be happy to credit.

Obviously.

That's just silly.  You can't hypnotise someone into doing something they really don't want to do.  So you'll be fine. As long as she doesn't actually want to do it. Yeah.

I hope he wears a crisp white uniform.

She really enjoys her job.  She meets people from all walks of life... gets to torture them... the look of terror on the faces of those who've experienced her treatments before makes it all worth while, you know?

It gives me a sense of enormous well-being

Know what I mean?  Warning: vanilla video after link that has nothing to do with femdom and is thoroughly safe for work. Do not click if that sort of thing offends you.

And they say sex offenders have nothing to contribute to society!

... and don't even think about the matinee on Saturday...

It's particularly cheap for fit young men, if they let her do it without any anaesthetic.

When I was a teenager I used to have this dread that girls would be turned off by my very small penis and would refuse to have sex with me.  Silly really, now I look back on it.  The very first girl I ever went out with explained that penis size is just irrelevant - for someone with a face as ugly as mine and such an tedious personality.  So that was a relief.

It's completely irrational to be scared of spiders. Spiders can't really hurt you*. Girls, yes: they can hurt you**.  Be scared of girls.  But not spiders.

*    Except in Australia
**  Especially in Australia.

When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart goodbye

She's trouble, in a word get closer to the fire.  Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside.

Mistress Annie, and her bearded keyboards boy, of course.

She's very good with pain.

If you don't want to do that, just tell her.  You could try stamping your little foot and having a tantrum even - you never know, it might work out quite well.

Drill, baby, drill.

It's funny how men go on and on about themselves and their jobs, but women rarely do.  She should try being more assertive.

This is what a femme fatale really looks like.  Believe me - a long cigarette holder and a slinky dress has nothing on a battery of field artillery.

If voting changed anything....

Generally this blog doesn't comment on political or topical events but...but... is there anyone out there who still thinks it's a good idea to let men vote?  I mean, really?  Could there be better proof that politics is just not something that we should bother our silly little heads about?  It's not as if I'd mind the smack of firm government in the right hands, but...

Oh well.  Life goes on and I suppose there are things to be thankful for.  Not being Estonian, Latvian or Lithuanian just now, for example.  

Probably best just to think about happier things, like torture, forced labour and humiliation.  So, back to business as usual.

Hmmm "breath play"?  Well, I guess being breathed upon can't be so bad.  Thank goodness - I thought she was in a vengeful mood after I broke that ornament of hers.

Actually, it's fairly obviously the whipping post by the fountain.  The one by the walled garden is already occupied by his lordship.

Of course, this isn't the first time he's been on his knees since then. In fact, he's rarely off them in her presence these days.

Devil Planet, Space 1999.  The gift that keeps on giving.

Actually her sister's much more the vicious sadist than she is.  She can only get off when she's making a man scream hysterically in pain. She keeps it very separate from her dentistry, though - she's professional like that.

Put your lovin' hand out baby

It's what she says when my hand's been doing a bit too much lovin'.  I just say 'Yes Ma'am'.

The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I'm sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies.  Except her clients, obviously.

 

 

Perhaps these things should come with instructions.

 

 
 

Sounds like a win-win.

 

 

 

Actually it arrived two days ago.  Come on - you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she's going to be very cross.

 

 

 

That's very considerate of her, isn't it?  They're not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet

I loved that line, and the image it conveys, when I first heard it as a teenager.

Y at-il un lecteur de ce blog qui sait où je peux trouver un donjon (ou "SM-Studio" ou quelque chose de similaire) à louer pour quelques heures, Paris ou ses environs? S'il vous plaît écrivez dans la section des commentaires si vous en connaissez un. Un grand merci (et je m'excuse pour ce que j'écris le français si mal!).

Back to English.  More pictures of incompetently captioned perfection follow.

Not quite dry...

 

Don't worry.  She's promised to keep really quiet, when she reaches orgasm.

 

Awww, c'mon.  Don't be a meanie.

 

And there you were thinking that Karen hates you!  It just goes to show...

 

They say laughter is the best aphrodisiac.  Believe me, it isn't true.

The truth can hurt

...but so can lying.

Actually, he was wearing two belts.

 

 

Men's brains aren't good at remembering dates, but they do have a really good nerve connection to the genitals, so it's a perfect match.

 

"Snip-Lit".  It's going to be the next big thing after 50 Shades of Grey, you'll see.

 

She's not actually a dentist.  She did admit that on his fourth visit, to be fair.

 

 

I think this is one of those marriages where the arguments always end up with screaming and tears, don't you?

Sweetly mean

And don't be afraid to tell her if it's hurting, OK?  She likes to know.

And when she's finished, she'll turn her attention back to you. Lucky boy.



Ah...cute Mr Snuffles.  She had his balls cut off, she feeds him dogfood and keeps him on a leash when she goes out.  You know - that's your future, right there.



It actually is fantasitc, yet true.  Probably be a big disappointment when it comes out, but I can dream...