Once Upon a Time.....

[shy slave]

This one is not so well known.

But it does make me wonder if the wife in question was a Domme

The Henpecked Husband

Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission,
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her, his dear friend's secrets tell,
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart;
I'd charm her with the magic of a switch,
I'd kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bitch.
Robert Burns

And with such a succinct ending was Rabbie Burns a closet Dom???

 

[JMohegan]

My Hearts in The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Robert Burns

I have never been to the Highlands. This makes me want to go.

The Henpecked Husband

Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission,
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her, his dear friend's secrets tell,
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart;
I'd charm her with the magic of a switch,
I'd kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bitch.

Ha, Ha! BDSM poetry!

"Charm her with the magic of a switch"..... great phrase. It reminds me of that thread on the cure for PMS.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Puff the Magic Dragon...........

Shy sweety .......... Its of a mythical nature ( yes I know your fairies are real so please excuse the connotation ) and its certainly an interesting cock ( as you are a self professed a discerning connoisseur of cock ) I thought it was best to make sure this thread had a copy also.

Kind regards your ummmn humble servant

@}-}rebecca-----

http://img156.imagevenue.com/loc596/th_06739_sex_tattoo_01_123_596lo.jpg
click to 'enhance' size
ahh if only tis was so easy...
On 2nd thoughts I take that back...

 

[shy slave]

I have never been to the Highlands. This makes me want to go.

Ha, Ha! BDSM poetry!

"Charm her with the magic of a switch"..... great phrase. It reminds me of that thread on the cure for PMS.

The only cure for PMS is snarling until the nearest man asks 'Are you ok?' at that point it is acceptable to eat him.

The eating of a man (and I mean taking chunks out, not oral sex), makes a woman feel instantly in harmony with her sisters throughout the world who are engaing in the same act at the same time

 

[shy slave]

Shy sweety .......... Its of a mythical nature ( yes I know your fairies are real so please excuse the connotation ) and its certainly an interesting cock ( as you are a self professed a discerning connoisseur of cock ) I thought it was best to make sure this thread had a copy also.

Kind regards your ummmn humble servant

@}-}rebecca-----

http://img156.imagevenue.com/loc596/th_06739_sex_tattoo_01_123_596lo.jpg
click to 'enhance' size
ahh if only tis was so easy...
On 2nd thoughts I take that back...

This is a great pic, have seen it a few times; but its always worth repeating

 

[shy slave]

I am a bit of a technophobe and rely on others to help me out when things go wrong.

I have a freeview thing for the TV which allows me to watch digital TV.

Tonight I am happily curled up on the sofa watching crap when the picture starts to stall, then crackles and finally fades out.

A message instantly appeared on the screen.
For a moment I wondered if it was from beyond the grave like the film 'White Noise.'
But it appeared to be from the TV people

The message was clear as to what to do to fix the problem with the TV.

"Check box input & check box"

Ok, I thought; I can do that.

When Andante and I are apart my personal box input is a vibrator.
As an aside: I do look at Shanks thread but despite all his pics I am an old fashioned girl and prefer a vibe to any fruit or vegetables.

I went upstairs got out my vibe and checked it. The batteries worked OK and when pressed against my cunt it had the desired effect, so that was not the problem with the TV.

I returned to the TV (having fully checked my box input worked) and the screen still read

"Check box input & check box"

OK, I thought I will check my box.

This takes more effort.
First I tried checking it by opening my legs and looking downward, but I could only see part of it; not all of it.
I got a make up mirror and checked all around it. It could do with another shave but apart from that it seemed alright.
I did wonder if perhaps they meant check it inside?
Well that's not my favourite thing, but I got the bathroom mirror, laid it on the floor and stood over it.
I pulled all my girly bits this way and that way, but could not see a problem with it (other than suddenly becoming quite wet).

Now on the basis that I checked my box input and my box the TV should work; right?
Wrong!!

The screen remained unchanged, and because it had taken me so long to do those checks of my input and my box the programme I was watching had finished.

I was at a complete loss. I had followed the onscreen directions but the TV did not work.

Whilst I was still staring at the message and wondering what to do now my son came home.
So of course I asked him to help.
He unplugged a wire at the back of the freeview thing and plugged it back in. Instantly the TV worked again.

The boy is a genius

 

[Shankara20]

The only cure for PMS is snarling until the nearest man asks 'Are you ok?' at that point it is acceptable to eat him.

The eating of a man (and I mean taking chunks out, not oral sex), makes a woman feel instantly in harmony with her sisters throughout the world who are engaing in the same act at the same time

EEEEKKKKKK!

my turn to run away......

 

[Shankara20]

I do look at Shanks thread but despite all his pics I am an old fashioned girl and prefer a vibe to any fruit or vegetables.

and I can do things to an orange that you are no equipped to do...

This takes more effort.
First I tried checking it by opening my legs and looking downward, but I could only see part of it; not all of it.
I got a make up mirror and checked all around it. It could do with another shave but apart from that it seemed alright.
I did wonder if perhaps they meant check it inside?
Well that's not my favourite thing, but I got the bathroom mirror, laid it on the floor and stood over it.
I pulled all my girly bits this way and that way, but could not see a problem with it (other than suddenly becoming quite wet).

oh oh oh myyyyy

Sorry, gota go take care of something that just came up.....



.

 

[snowy ciara]

Dare I ask what you can do to an orange?

 

[shy slave]

Dare I ask what you can do to an orange?

I admit a certain curiosity in the answer as well Snowy.

I am torn between imagining a similar thing to what happens when Shank sees a poor innocent cantalope and what happens when he picks up a bowling pin.

Either scenario makes me wince and hide all in the same breath!

 

[snowy ciara]

It just seems like all that Citric Acid in an orange would be hard on his pink n tender bits.

 

[graceanne]

Whilst I was still staring at the message and wondering what to do now my son came home.
So of course I asked him to help.
He unplugged a wire at the back of the freeview thing and plugged it back in. Instantly the TV worked again.

The boy is a genius

Aren't you glad that his interpretation of that message and your interpretation of that message were different?

Talk about an embarrassing situation.

 

[Shankara20]

Dare I ask what you can do to an orange?

you may ask...

 

[snowy ciara]

What do you do with an orange, Daddi-o?

 

[Shankara20]

What do you do with an orange, Daddi-o?

go see the pics I just posted...

 

[JMohegan]

The only cure for PMS is snarling until the nearest man asks 'Are you ok?' at that point it is acceptable to eat him.

The eating of a man (and I mean taking chunks out, not oral sex), makes a woman feel instantly in harmony with her sisters throughout the world who are engaing in the same act at the same time

I like Rathbone's version better.

By the way, Shy..... (changing subjects completely)....

I thought of you this weekend. My niece and I were reminiscing, and she showed me one of her all-time favorite books. It was given to her by a partner of mine years ago. The Complete Book of Flower Fairies, a collection of sketches and poems by Cicely Barker. Have you heard of it? I think the author/illustrator is British.

The illustrations are adorable. Perhaps appropriate for thinking about your good fairy, but definitely not your naughty one.

 

[Shankara20]

I admit a certain curiosity in the answer as well Snowy.

I am torn between imagining a similar thing to what happens when Shank sees a poor innocent cantalope and what happens when he picks up a bowling pin.

Either scenario makes me wince and hide all in the same breath!

When you feel strong enough come on over and see what I did to that poor orange....

 

[Shankara20]

It just seems like all that Citric Acid in an orange would be hard on his pink n tender bits.

but it keeps it tasting good....

 

[snowy ciara]

I forgot, you sorta like biting sensations like that.

 

[shy slave]

I like Rathbone's version better.

You and I will have to agree to disagree on that one, maybe we should wait until my pms kicks in then we could have the discussion.....lol

By the way, Shy..... (changing subjects completely)....

I thought of you this weekend. My niece and I were reminiscing, and she showed me one of her all-time favorite books. It was given to her by a partner of mine years ago. The Complete Book of Flower Fairies, a collection of sketches and poems by Cicely Barker. Have you heard of it? I think the author/illustrator is British.

The illustrations are adorable. Perhaps appropriate for thinking about your good fairy, but definitely not your naughty one.

Those fairies are really beautiful.
The bad fairy looks like one of Cicely Barkers drawings, that's because she is not 'bad' per se she just has alternative ideas which are not always thought through properly

I saw one of Cicely's books for sale recently, it came with a magic fairy wand. I really wanted to buy it but sadly had to accept that groceries come first

*sigh*

Sometimes I hate being a grown up, yet when I was a child I never wore anything but trousers and spent my days sitting in trees reading detective books (anyone else in love with Nancy drew when they were 7 yrs old?)

 

[shy slave]

When you feel strong enough come on over and see what I did to that poor orange....

I saw and it was worse than my imagination had allowed for

Now off for a cup of tea and lie down in a small darkened room to recover!

 

[snowy ciara]

I like oranges with candy canes! Er, um, oh yeah, okay, you weren't 'zactly talking about peppermint oranges... Sorry about that.

 

[shy slave]

I like oranges with candy canes! Er, um, oh yeah, okay, you weren't 'zactly talking about peppermint oranges... Sorry about that.

That didn't look like a peppermint stick in the orange Shank had pics of in his thread, but then again, who knows what it tastes like lol

 

[JMohegan]

You and I will have to agree to disagree on that one, maybe we should wait until my pms kicks in then we could have the discussion.....lol

Can't bite me across the salty pond, Shy.

Tell you what. Instead of agreeing to disagree here, I'm just gonna put this discussion on hold 'til the Viking shows up to give his version of what really goes on. Fair enough?

Those fairies are really beautiful.
The bad fairy looks like one of Cicely Barkers drawings, that's because she is not 'bad' per se she just has alternative ideas which are not always thought through properly

I saw one of Cicely's books for sale recently, it came with a magic fairy wand. I really wanted to buy it but sadly had to accept that groceries come first

*sigh*

Check this out. (I can't take credit for it; my niece showed it to me on her family's computer.)

How to be a flower fairy, from the official site of the Barker estate. Not a wand, but it's the best I can do at the moment.

Sometimes I hate being a grown up

I know exactly what you mean. And because of this, I have decided to accept an invitation to a costume party for the first time in two years. I will go as one of my favorite characters from film - Indiana Jones.

The truth is that I've been trying to find an excuse to ask a work colleague of mine if I can borrow his bullwhip. It's been hanging on his wall, collecting dust as a decoration, for quite a while now. He got it on a business trip to Australia. It is the real deal..... kangaroo leather.... soft, braided handle.... the whole thing much longer than I am tall. So beautiful.... so soft.... pure power in the palm of your hand.

I have been practicing in the backyard. I told my neighbors I wanted to do this, and asked whether they would mind. (I had to ask, because of the sound.) The sound..... what a rush. Damn that's loud, and unbelievably satisfying.

I'm out there thinking - I am such a little kid! Oh god, it's fun to swing that thing. What an incredible rush when it makes that CRACK!! To tell you the truth, I don't think I've ever been this turned on without a woman actually being in the same room.

LOL.... okay, so maybe I'm not exactly a little kid. But god, I do love that tool.

 

[shy slave]

Can't bite me across the salty pond, Shy.

Tell you what. Instead of agreeing to disagree here, I'm just gonna put this discussion on hold 'til the Viking shows up to give his version of what really goes on. Fair enough?

Check this out. (I can't take credit for it; my niece showed it to me on her family's computer.)

How to be a flower fairy, from the official site of the Barker estate. Not a wand, but it's the best I can do at the moment.

I know exactly what you mean. And because of this, I have decided to accept an invitation to a costume party for the first time in two years. I will go as one of my favorite characters from film - Indiana Jones.

The truth is that I've been trying to find an excuse to ask a work colleague of mine if I can borrow his bullwhip. It's been hanging on his wall, collecting dust as a decoration, for quite a while now. He got it on a business trip to Australia. It is the real deal..... kangaroo leather.... soft, braided handle.... the whole thing much longer than I am tall. So beautiful.... so soft.... pure power in the palm of your hand.

I have been practicing in the backyard. I told my neighbors I wanted to do this, and asked whether they would mind. (I had to ask, because of the sound.) The sound..... what a rush. Damn that's loud, and unbelievably satisfying.

I'm out there thinking - I am such a little kid! Oh god, it's fun to swing that thing. What an incredible rush when it makes that CRACK!! To tell you the truth, I don't think I've ever been this turned on without a woman actually being in the same room.

LOL.... okay, so maybe I'm not exactly a little kid. But god, I do love that tool.

Ummm first things first ~ Lets not bother the viking with small insignificant questions, OK?

As for the damn salty pond, you struck lucky with that one. But if I ever get the chance to visit I will make sure it is THAT week, then we can carry on discussing it (But you have to put that bull whip down first!!)

The fairy site is lovely, I really should do more with fairies but I get side tracked by Lit. I have lots of things to sort out and write up but I end up here instead lol

As for you and the whip, well that made me laugh.
Inside every grown man is a 6 year old boy trying to escape