Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Resolute women

They always make sure that their New Year resolutions are kept.


It's odd, because generally she prefers to be asked for her approval for everything I do.


Now this one's just putting on a show of indifference to suit the 'callous uncaring domme' persona.  Inside, she's a swirling mess of worry that licking up cow shit might make you horribly ill, but she is concealing it - true professional that she is.



She does teasing and denial play too.  That's when you pay her and fuck off, frustrated and lonely.  It's only very subtly different from the findomme variant, to be honest.



Happiest day of your life, boy.  Remember that.


Looks like she has stuff lying around the house she doesn't need or want any more.  Many people do, at this time of year.  Best to just take the bold decision to throw it out, rather than leave it cluttering the place up.  She won't regret it.




Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Firmly-held opinions

Tsk.  And he's hardly even made an effort to look smart, either.  Men!



A Rose by any other name...


If the weights do tear the ring out and make a nasty mess, I think we all know whose fault that will be, don't we subbie?  Yes, yes we do.




If you don't want to know, don't ask.





One advantage is that only the very best nurses work in the RPU.  It's very competitive - you'll be in the hands of the elite; a much more professional standard of care than you could normally expect with a silly old ingrowing toenail.



 

 

 

 

 

Friday, February 25, 2022

Her whim be done

Reminds me of this amazing time I paid a pair of sex workers for the 'two girls' experience.  That was a lot of ironing, I can tell you - not to mention dealing with the mess they'd made of the sheets doing whatever they were doing while I was slaving away in the utility room.
 

 

 

Don't worry - she'll discover new interests when she's married.  People do.
 

 

 

Women sometimes take a while to accustom themselves to just how much flogging males really need.  There's no end to it, truth be told.
 

 

 

 

If they're feeling kind maybe they won't pass the 'mad bitch' comment on.
 

Do pay Cruella a visit.  Still going after all these years.




Mistress is going on a business trip in a few weeks leaving the two of you alone together, so perhaps that will provide an opportunity to resolve this nonsense once and for all?  Really talk it through, I mean.  Maybe even try to find a compromise.  She's not going to risk a smacked bottom, after all.

 

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Tender moments

I am in their loyalty programme.  I get to pay more when I book flights, as I accumulate points they demand ever more expensive gifts and on board I am treated with extra contempt.

 

 

I expect you'll want to evaluate this proposition quite carefully.  I mean, that's a lot of money to lend someone you barely know, just on the strength of... on the strength of... sorry, what were we talking about?
 

 

 

I can multi-task!  I can flounce and simper, both at the same time. 
 

 

 

 

As story-writers say, don't tell: show.
 





Oh, I don't know.  There are advantages.  For one thing, it's not one of those wildly unrealistic fetishes that's completely divorced from real life.  For example, I am actually a lazy, worthless and sexually unattractive male, deserving the contempt the women I know barely bother to conceal.  So I can live the dream, so to speak.