Pictures are of course of the lovely Miss Jessica Wood, who practices her disciplinary calling in Hertfordshire and Scotland. I am sure she would make a visit to either location agonisingly enjoyable.
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
Showing posts with label slipper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slipper. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Friday, September 26, 2014
Effortless superiority
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| Don't worry. If you lack the self-discipline to stay away from the ciggies, I am sure she can find alternative, external sources of discipline. She's got willpower enough for both of you. |
This is surely from Cruella, and this is Mistress Chambers, who quite apart from her other wonderful characteristics, has a delightfully pretty nose, I've always thought. Seen to better advantage here.
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| Hmm... Do you think they're going to live happily ever after? |
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| Well, it's probably someone's kink. A pink kink. |
This is Mistress Jessica, looking remarkably stern and - fairly obviously - playing the role of Auntie in her house.
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| That's a relief. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me. |
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| Scamper back to little wife's apron strings or stay talking to Ms Ratajkowski? Oh what a horrible choice. Dammit, I thought submission was all about giving up responsibility for difficult choices. |
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Friday, April 25, 2014
Sub-shaming
It's a strangely self-defeating exercise, because we love it.
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| That's kind of her. Not exactly a sympathy fuck... more of a pitiful wank. But the principle's the same. |
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| Kinda scary. Yeah. |
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| I hold that truth to be self-evident. |
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| OK, now that would be humiliating. And not in a good way. Well...maybe a little bit good...mmmm. |
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| It's uncanny. It's almost as if she knows me. Do you think I should go and hang around her house in Beverly Hills... see if fate somehow brings us together? |
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