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C’EST LA VIE

‘My parents found me a boarding house in Rue Saint-Honoré. Madame Fouet, the landlady, lived on the ground floor. She was a strict Lady and there were many rules to follow. In for the night by nine, no female visitors allowed (no hanky-panky, She said), a neat and tidy room at all times and no music. She convinced my parents that it was in my best interest that She should be in charge of my monthly allowance. So She had me by the balls, because what are we without money? She ruled with a iron fist and I became Her slave, there’s no other word for it. Oh, She was a merciless disciplinarian, She really was. A Woman dominating a man, that was unheard of in the fifties. Even my friends refused to believe it. So I couldn’t tell my parents about it, even if I wanted to. I was Her property for five years. I graduated in ’59 and my dad wanted me to join the family business. So I said goodbye to Madame Fouet en returned home. I missed Her with every inch of my being and I was completely lost without Her. My life would never be the same and I have always been searching for someone that powerful and dominant.’
The nurse shook her head and said: You have such a vivid imagination, Mr. BrownNow, enough of this nonsense, let me take you to the Bingo game for a bit of real fun!
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

IF WALLS COULD TALK

The room is filled with boxes, children’s toys, an old chest of drawers and other pieces of furniture. It was a SM-room once, equipped with hundreds of whips, canes & chains, a torture rack, a spanking horse, the St. Andrew’s cross, several cages and much more. The iron rings in the wall are still there to tell the tale. A tale of male slavery, pain, suffering, humiliation and adoration. Her worshippers came from far and wide: not only from London, but from all over Britain, mainland Europe and even a few from America. They travelled all the way to serve and worship Her in this very same room. Some were just passing through, never to be heard of again. Others came back over and over again and some of them became Her property. God, She loved to dominate men! They would fall at Her feet, so weak, so helpless, and they would obey Her blindly. Who wouldn’t want to be worshipped like that! So many years ago, it feels like it has been someone else’s life. Yes, once upon a time She was a Mistress of many, now She’s a mother of three.

VINTAGE FEMDOM

Some will say that stains, scratches & a wagonload of dust on old photos is part of the vintage charm. But I don’t have a dust fetish, to be honest, so I like to clean them up a little bit. I’m not a fan of filters or anything; it’s all done by hand and one particle at the time. Without overdoing it and without ruining the overall feel of the photo.
These vintage photos are so beautiful, because there’s an innocence about them that I just love. Female Domination was so much simpler and straightforward back then. The Internet changed all that and it even changed you and me. Not just a little bit, but beyond recognition, I’m afraid. Anyway, these pictures were taken in the seventies and eighties, when the Ladies were in the prime of their beauty. A split second of divinity, so many years ago. Most of them are old and grey by now. Weird idea, isn’t it? So gather ye rosebuds while ye may.