Friday, June 30, 2017

Little man you've had a busy day

... so it's time for a spanking, then all tucked up for an early night with hands secured in your special mittens.  Don't worry about wifey - she'll find something to amuse herself with.

You'll probably also find that you prefer not to watch sport on TV and you love going to bed early.  In fact, you're going to discover a lot of things about the real you.  Isn't that nice? 

I used to worry that women would discover I'm really rubbish in bed.  But so far, as luck would have it, the situation just hasn't arisen, so that's OK.

There are probably a few things bothering him just at the moment.  And there'll be a few more, quite soon afterwards, I expect.

It's nice they can sing while they're working.  I mean, having to end another human's life, it's a serious and depressing business, isn't it?  Good for them - keeping their spirits up like that.

Ah.. now that takes me back.  I remember the very first face-slap of my married life.  It was about - oooh, seven seconds after the last face-slap of my unmarried life, as I recall. 

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

She'll tell me what she wants

(what she really really wants).

This is the magnificent Lady Sonia, of course.  I'm a several-times client and believe me this is not a joke.

I hope she hurries up. The other guys are waiting.  How come they don't have to ask their wives for money?  Huh.  I suppose they must have saved out of their allowances.

The photo's a bit deceptive.  It's actually only a drop of a hundred feet or so. Much less scary than pissing your domme off, anyway - up you go.

Actually, the joke's on her because I love the humiliation of being considered a loser, like that.  So I win!  Oh hang on...

Awww... isn't she sweet?

Friday, June 23, 2017

New world... orders

Oh dear.  Just when it looked as if a nice, safe maternal future was in store for us, my SO took delivery of ten boxes full of these horrible posters yesterday.  

And she seems to be going off at all hours for meetings with those scary new friends of hers. Whatever can it all mean?


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

You let that little thing tell you what to do?

Probably you've already been to see it, queuing overnight to be first in, then staying right to the end of the credits and helping clean up all the spilled popcorn (wearing your little maid's dress - it looks good on you, actually) but - just in case you haven't - go and see the movie, OK?

Because, if you're a reader of this blog who's ever fantasised about being protected by a powerful, wise and beautiful woman, then - hang on what am I talking about?  Of course you are. To put it more simply: if you're a reader of this blog... just go and see the movie if you haven't already.

And yes, the quote in the title is a double-entendre.  Chris Pine has never looked so vulnerable, not even here.

I suppose you don't even need captions when there's this:

or this

or this

 or even this (looks like someone forgot his safeword)

But I've done a few anyway:

Friday, June 16, 2017

Sexual politics

Sorry to bore you with political stuff, but a few more images from the campaign of 2020 and its aftermath have come to my attention, so I thought I'd put them out as a public service.  Remember: this is not the only future.  It's up to us - well, actually it's up to our Significant Others - to decide whether it'll happen the hard or the harder way.

Don't worry, they're buying equipment for girls' schools too.  Scanning electron microscopes, 3D printers, gene sequencing tools... that kind of thing. 

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Suffering fools

Gladly or otherwise.

I never want to be more than two paces behind... for the rest of my life.

I hate having to disturb her when she's working.  But I can't just take money from her purse without permission, so...

Tony gets steak and chips... not fair, I say.  But then he does have a night of vigorous sexual activity ahead of him, so I suppose he needs the calories.

Sometimes they get a babysitter, but if they're not going out until 7.30 or so, it's easier just to put Paul to bed half an hour early.  I mean it's not like anything can go wrong, with his mittens fastened to the sides of the cucky-drawer.

Aparently, a lot of condemned prisoners have women writing to them offering sex.  I don't think that's going to happen to him, though.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Turning point - defined

"A climax in the narrative" apparently.  So there you go.

Turning points.  Soft-core captioned images about situations that aren't quite femdom.  Just right for a femdom porn blog, no?

Just for the kind reader who left the comment on the last installment in the series...

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Male In Name Only

Actually, although it's a very specialised field of architecture, her fees are fairly low, not least because she doesn't need to pay any assistants.
And they say castratrices have no feelings.
If he's bad at sums, he might need a little thinking time in the corner to get the salary offer right.
I'd queue up...
I've always enjoyed a vigorously bisexual sex life: left or right hand, doesn't matter to me.

Friday, June 2, 2017


My secretary at work handles all my appointments too. This evening, for example, I have an appointment to wash her boyfriend's car.

Well, she won't find anything down there, believe me!  Ridiculous to have to go through these sorts of inspections, even now.

You can use the basin in the ladies' bathroom, if it bothers you to be seen doing the handwashing in the mens'.

The divine Goddess Heather, of course, whom we might have contemplated here once or twice before.

You'd be surprised how more effective that can be than even the most enthusiastic amateur.

PS -just discovered this (rather excellent) post, and indeed quite a few more femdom tales by 'Freddie'.  If you like my stuff, I think you'll like those.  I do.  Many of the rest of his stories feature dominant males, which for me... well, I just find it to hard to suspend disbelief when authors stray quite so far from real life as that, but I suppose it'll rock some people's boats.