Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Imperial, mysterious

 ...and in amorous array.

Lots of men get a bit nervous on their wedding days, but some have more cause for it than others.



But she is wearing everyday clothes, isn't she?



Very weird.




Men are often not good at prioritising.  She can help with that.




Actually, Julie's not keen on putting things out of their misery.  Neither of them are.


Friday, July 30, 2021

Dungeon crawlers

 

Many subs don't realise how much work a good domme will put into preparing for a session.  Here, the lovely Lady Jana went to all of the trouble of looking up the translation of an obscure English word - just to make sure his experience was exactly as he had specified - and all he could do afterwards was moan about it.  Well, I think it was that he was moaning about, anyway. 


 

Another ungrateful subbie.  Seems to be something of a theme today.  I mean, quite apart from the sexual gratification he is getting, the value of all that learning is quite literally incalculable.
 

 


Now this one at least appears to have the right attitude: asking nicely, saying please and thank you.  And he has his reward, see?




Don't worry if you find it difficult at first: the game of 'fetch' might appear simple, but it has hidden complexities.  I've been playing it together with my SO almost every Sunday afternoon for years now, and I still often get it wrong - as she can readily confirm.

 

 

 

Which is odd, because from my own personal experience (again - and I don't want to over-generalise, so let me emphasise this is just me): in my own relationship, 'No' is about the most reckless and unsafe word it is possible for me to say.


 

 

 

Saturday, August 29, 2020

A dose of unreality

Reality.  It's a tricky concept, one I certainly often struggle with. I used to think that would hold me back in life, but it seems it's not even a barrier to becoming President of the United States, so what do I know?

Anyway, moving on from feeble political point-scoring , I thought it might be nice for once to cast aside the usual rigorous attention to authenticity and gritty realism on which this blog has built its reputation.  No: let's ditch that obsession with verisimilitude and instead present what might be the first in a new series* : glimpses of 'Pervworld' in which the world actually works the way it does in femdom fantasy.  

Could it be reality one day, you ask?**  Who knows?***

 













* Or it might not.  Not least because I am already running out of ideas.  Astute 'readers' will have noticed that #2 and #4 are basically the same. 

** No, obviously not.  Idiot.

*** See above: I do.   So do you, if you're honest with yourself.  Do try to get a grip, hmm?


Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The weakness in me


If only you could afford her.



The claustrophobes are the easiest to deal with.  They just go in the box: no need for spiders, snakes or anything.



Who needs a fetish club when you can get what you need at home?



Vows.  That's what's next.  Lots of vows.



People are her greatest assets.