Pan’s getting ready to go.
- If you need the safety goggles they’re in the utility room
- I think I’ll be okay
- No, really, if you want them. I don’t mind. Just not the lab coat, okay. The lab coat is mine
- That’s alright. I don’t think the lab coat would fit him, anyway. He’s bigger [...]
I want you to remember, when you read this, that I am not very attractive.
Jack said I was ‘not uncute, you know‘ but I think he was just trying to head off a whine-tasting-session before it started.
Look, I have short hair, so fuzzy and brittle that I can make stick straight up in the air [...]
Jack says:
- I like the way you write about me. You make me sound hot.
- You are hot
- Thanks
- You have an enormous cock
- It’s not enormous
- Well, it’s bigger than average
- Yes. But that’s not enormous
- No.
- But, of course, if you want to say in your blog that I have an enormous cock…
- [...]
I’m poly. But I don’t say it much. I am ten million times more out about being dom in my day to day than I am about that.
I don’t really know why that is.
I don’t talk about being poly that much on this blog, because this blog is about femdom being broken. Poly isn’t really [...]
About five years ago I worked in London and I commuted in from the small hovel under a hedge in which I live. It was a long journey from hovel to greatest city on earth, so I sometimes used to stay overnight on the sofa of a dashing young gay man.
I used to read his [...]
This is another Jack story. I hope I’m not going to bore you all to death with Jack stories. I don’t want to get… Well you know how things can get. I shall endeavour not to get like that.
But this story is mostly about me. And it is also a good illustration of where the [...]
You think I’ve gone soft now I’m in a squishy place with my stable stable of men? Think a-fucking-gain. Everything’s still fucked.
Sometimes I shout at submissive men (you might have noticed). Sometimes I tell them to make everything better. Sometimes I say that they have the money, the power, the hard bodies that they could [...]
When I was standing in Victoria Station looking at Jack’s back teeth, he didn’t actually have the stud that had chipped them in his tongue anymore. He had taken it out for a reason that he did tell me and that I did forget.
I may have expressed some disappointment about this.
On Monday, this Monday, this [...]
Welcome to your never-regular round up of the world of BJ right this goddamn minute.
Last night Jack sent me a film of him rubbing his own piss all over his face. (I should say asked for this film. I specifically requested it. I would probably say that that is the only circumstance in which you [...]
