I stand to be corrected

... or I bend over, or I just wriggle slightly in the bonds, making little mmphing pleading sounds.

There are no 'behavioural problems', only behavioural opportunities, my SO always says.  And I agree with her.

What many men who dabble in men's lib don't get is how profoundly offensive it is to women, to suggest that the sexes are equal.  I mean, how do you think she'd feel, to be told she's no better than...  well... you?

Hypothermia play!  Mmmm....

Actually, I'm more of a leg man.  So, with a bit of luck.... oh dear.

Customs change - what was acceptable in times gone by is profoundly offensive nowadays.  I went to a stage show the other night which featured an on-stage spanking and I just cringed. I wasn't even in the front row either - how come I always get picked?

So pretty, oh so pretty

Not the version by those dreadful yobs, of course, but by Mistress Joan.

Oh well, I suppose it's something to take my mind off it.

She's Prisoner Welfare Officer too, so you know she's got your best interests at heart.

A lot of new findommes have the wrong idea about financial domination.  It's actually quite hard work. But not for the domme, obviously.

This being a fantasy blog, I expect she's going to 'punish' you by doing all the things you've always dreamed about, rather than just divorcing you and exposing you to ridicule in the newspapers. 

They're very zealous about it. Indeed, I believe that some of his team are about to raid an establishment where they've received a tip-off about repeated violations of the ban on smoking in the workplace.  They don't give any warning - just burst straight in through the door, cameras at the ready.

At Her Majesty's displeasure

And she's actually having a lot more heterosexual sex than before the change, so it's all going rather well.

 The wonderful Mistress Eleise, of course.  Do you need the link? I'm sure you've visited her site already, no?

Oh no, not Oliver.  I just don't think we have anything in common, you know?

Hmmm... Maybe if she worked in metric?

Oh well.  On with the marital bliss, I suppose.

I'm usually in the corner at parties, myself.