If there is a lady out there with whips, handcuffs, leather thong etc. who has a need to dominant a male, then please feel free to stop by BOB’s off Highway 6 on any Friday around 4:30 PM to discuss the details
Big Bertha, your BBW Dom February 20, 2014 at 3:21 pm
I’m coming to get you my little pig. Once I squeeze you into patent leather, pop the gimp ball into your mouth and ride you around the living room you’ll truly know what it is to be loved.
I love being a submissive slave. This was what I wrote this Valentine’s day describing my Master.
He is my love. He is my Master.
“You will get down on your knees, slave!” he scolded as he jerked the chain tighter around my neck. He put his hands on the top of my head and told me that from now on, I am his submissive- his slave and he is my Master. “You address me as your Master, and nothing else. I will be a loving and kind Master, but when punishment is needed, it will be doled out swiftly. Now tell me who I am!” I look up to him and say, “You are my master and I am your slave.” He tells me I’m a good girl and then pulls me to my feet. I shake in fear, worried about the rules that are sure to follow. I must be a good slave, but I know that I am in need of punishment. He promises to be a strict disciplinarian while he teaches me lessons of humility and degradation. I must obey. For he is my love. He is my Master.
Isn’t that illegal in SC? Whatever floats your boat if it’s two consenting adults and no one is being hurt. But, please, stop referring to women as chicks. They are women. It might be of some note that many who like pain and bondage grew up in less than ideal situations. Proven fact.
WHEN BROADS WERE BROADS (page 265) … { D R A F T #9 }
The door was opened by a glamorous blonde in a negligee. Her eyes were blue and her breasts substantial.
He showed his badge. I’m Detective Ripper from the 21st Precinct. Are you Miss Thricejoy? I heard you have some information for me.”
“Yes. Please come in. Would you like a drink?”
“I don’t drink on duty.”
“Do you sit down on duty?”
He walked across the room and sat on the sofa. “What’s the information?”
She sat opposite him on a chair, and when she crossed her legs he could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. She wasn’t a real blonde either. “Actually I wanted to talk about Clarence, who you arrested last night. I wonder if you’d consider dropping your charges against him.”
“What’s he to you?”
She looked him squarely in the eye. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“You’d better find another boyfriend, because he is going away for a long time.”
She stood up, pulled a piece of lace, and her negligee fell away. She
was naked as hell and beautiful as heaven. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?”
He reached down and unzipped his fly. “I don’t know. What can you do?”
She walked toward him tantalizingly, dropped to her knees, and reached for his
Come on chic..I mean woman. Out of habit (developed from what my wife refers to as “brain damage” from my years of military and federal service) I use an assortment of silly tags for men- bro, dude, friend, amigo, asshat (that one’s for special occasions), etc. For some reason, there just aren’t aren’t as many for the fairer sex- chic just seems to fit during informal conversations. I wouldn’t use “dude” or “chic” in court, but on FITS? Yeah… ;-)
Original Good Old Boy February 20, 2014 at 2:13 pm
Speaking only for me personally, I think it’s pretty hot to have a girl tie you up and fuck you. But I would draw the line on getting a dildo rammed up my ass, clothes pins stuck on my balls, hot wax on my nipples, or other forms of tortue.
Careful what you wish for February 20, 2014 at 4:15 pm
Years ago a friend of mine who played racquetball professionally for a short time picked up a chick in a bar in Atlanta. She invited him home. The babysitter had put the kid to bed before they arrived and she was dismissed.
They end up in bed and this babe reaches under the bed and pulls out a big paddleball paddle and suggests he gives her a whack or two.
Without thinking he smacks her with what he thought was a light tap and she went totally bizerk screeching like a scalded pig. Before he can get his pants on the door flies open and there is junior asking what did you do to my mommy.
Sitting the crew shack years ago when a young journeyman told this story on himself.
He was picked up at a bar in Atlanta by an attractive lady. She wanted him to come home with her and tie her up.
So he did.
Then
she wanted to tie him to the bed,FACE DOWN!
To any reasonable person this was a red flag.
Not him , he agreed,and said that the next thing he saw was some dude jump out of the louvered door closet with a Bat Man costume !
Told us he didn’t remember much after that, and he woke in his car with a sore butt!
This doesn’t bother me at all. What I hate is seeing grown men dressing like Tiger Woods to go to work, couples decked out in Hells Angels costumes on the weekend trying to act like outlaws and the bitches at Whole Foods wearing yoga pants. Yoga pants! First we had to deal with camel toes now you can see their assholes too!
Have you ever had a Hands Free Orgasm(HFO) with somebody else in control of the settings being used on the generating source (example: The P.E.S. Power Box).
Yes
No
erotic electrostimulation
Next time run a photo with a decent pair of real Italian thigh- high leather boots rather than these cheap looking sorry ass stretchy pleather boots with cankles!
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If there is a lady out there with whips, handcuffs, leather thong etc. who has a need to dominant a male, then please feel free to stop by BOB’s off Highway 6 on any Friday around 4:30 PM to discuss the details
OWB! How did I know you would break the seal on this … cue Big T equating this post to the collapse of the empire in 3, 2, 1 …
The titillation of reading this one may have been too much for Bit T – I shudder to think about it…
TBG suspects that BidT’s “typing hand’ is acting all palsied an sheet.
Hmmmm – this article has been up for 9 hours; GT must be saving this one for tonight – after his grits and collards have settled…..
I’m coming to get you my little pig. Once I squeeze you into patent leather, pop the gimp ball into your mouth and ride you around the living room you’ll truly know what it is to be loved.
Just for giving me that thumbs up, you’re gonna get some face sitting time too.
I love being a submissive slave. This was what I wrote this Valentine’s day describing my Master.
He is my love. He is my Master.
“You will get down on your knees, slave!” he scolded as he jerked the chain tighter around my neck. He put his hands on the top of my head and told me that from now on, I am his submissive- his slave and he is my Master. “You address me as your Master, and nothing else. I will be a loving and kind Master, but when punishment is needed, it will be doled out swiftly. Now tell me who I am!” I look up to him and say, “You are my master and I am your slave.” He tells me I’m a good girl and then pulls me to my feet. I shake in fear, worried about the rules that are sure to follow. I must be a good slave, but I know that I am in need of punishment. He promises to be a strict disciplinarian while he teaches me lessons of humility and degradation. I must obey. For he is my love. He is my Master.
Thank you, GT, for your tender story — it brings tears to my eyes.
And I thought picking cotton was bad
I’ll take a beautiful, classy woman spread eagle on the bed. That will satisfy me. But then again, it never hurts to try something new.
It might, but only a little.
Isn’t that illegal in SC? Whatever floats your boat if it’s two consenting adults and no one is being hurt. But, please, stop referring to women as chicks. They are women. It might be of some note that many who like pain and bondage grew up in less than ideal situations. Proven fact.
WHEN BROADS WERE BROADS (page 265) … { D R A F T #9 }
The door was opened by a glamorous blonde in a negligee. Her eyes were blue and her breasts substantial.
He showed his badge. I’m Detective Ripper from the 21st Precinct. Are you Miss Thricejoy? I heard you have some information for me.”
“Yes. Please come in. Would you like a drink?”
“I don’t drink on duty.”
“Do you sit down on duty?”
He walked across the room and sat on the sofa. “What’s the information?”
She sat opposite him on a chair, and when she crossed her legs he could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. She wasn’t a real blonde either. “Actually I wanted to talk about Clarence, who you arrested last night. I wonder if you’d consider dropping your charges against him.”
“What’s he to you?”
She looked him squarely in the eye. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“You’d better find another boyfriend, because he is going away for a long time.”
She stood up, pulled a piece of lace, and her negligee fell away. She
was naked as hell and beautiful as heaven. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?”
He reached down and unzipped his fly. “I don’t know. What can you do?”
She walked toward him tantalizingly, dropped to her knees, and reached for his
You can’t stop there!!!
Come on chic..I mean woman. Out of habit (developed from what my wife refers to as “brain damage” from my years of military and federal service) I use an assortment of silly tags for men- bro, dude, friend, amigo, asshat (that one’s for special occasions), etc. For some reason, there just aren’t aren’t as many for the fairer sex- chic just seems to fit during informal conversations. I wouldn’t use “dude” or “chic” in court, but on FITS? Yeah… ;-)
Speaking only for me personally, I think it’s pretty hot to have a girl tie you up and fuck you. But I would draw the line on getting a dildo rammed up my ass, clothes pins stuck on my balls, hot wax on my nipples, or other forms of tortue.
Good to know your boundaries. We were all wondering.
My safe word word is “ouch.”
My safe word is “Stop Bitch!”
Me too, on both of those.
Oddly enough, my safe word is “Rich O’dell”
I think it’s pretty hot to have a girl tie you up and fuck you.
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I think it’s funny to have a girl tie you up and fuck you…. I’d rather have my hands free so I can make faces at you through the window.
Years ago a friend of mine who played racquetball professionally for a short time picked up a chick in a bar in Atlanta. She invited him home. The babysitter had put the kid to bed before they arrived and she was dismissed.
They end up in bed and this babe reaches under the bed and pulls out a big paddleball paddle and suggests he gives her a whack or two.
Without thinking he smacks her with what he thought was a light tap and she went totally bizerk screeching like a scalded pig. Before he can get his pants on the door flies open and there is junior asking what did you do to my mommy.
Sitting the crew shack years ago when a young journeyman told this story on himself.
He was picked up at a bar in Atlanta by an attractive lady. She wanted him to come home with her and tie her up.
So he did.
Then
she wanted to tie him to the bed,FACE DOWN!
To any reasonable person this was a red flag.
Not him , he agreed,and said that the next thing he saw was some dude jump out of the louvered door closet with a Bat Man costume !
Told us he didn’t remember much after that, and he woke in his car with a sore butt!
This doesn’t bother me at all. What I hate is seeing grown men dressing like Tiger Woods to go to work, couples decked out in Hells Angels costumes on the weekend trying to act like outlaws and the bitches at Whole Foods wearing yoga pants. Yoga pants! First we had to deal with camel toes now you can see their assholes too!
I hope the retro see-through-blouses get popular again!
Whoa there, Nelly…don’t go trashing tights and yoga pants on hot mommies at Whole Foods. Fat chics, no problem, but leave the MILF’s alone!
Have you ever had a Hands Free Orgasm(HFO) with somebody else in control of the settings being used on the generating source (example: The P.E.S. Power Box).
Yes
No
erotic electrostimulation
Hi. I don’t think we’ve met.
It’s high time we outlawed sex. It’s gotten completely out of control.
…,only outlaws will have sex
Take off and nuke the balls from orbit – it’s the only way to be sure.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA +2
….you do know what your saying right……Someone really needs to whip you properly gezz
Next time run a photo with a decent pair of real Italian thigh- high leather boots rather than these cheap looking sorry ass stretchy pleather boots with cankles!
Shifty awaits your photo —
“If you submit — Fits will permit”
OK, Vixen, I took another look at those boots because I thought they looked familiar – aren’t they the boots the Cisco Kid wore?
“Or involve animals. Or peanut butter … ” or both.
Damn, I’d like to know who the sub legislator is. Lots of players at the Statehouse to choose from.
you’ll find your domm on http://slave-selection.com