It interests me that although there are tons of “daddy” D/s blogs (gay and straight), the only time I’ve ever seen a “mommy” D/s blog (“mummy”, actually, since British) is the wonderful Sadistic Femme and her long-suffering little girl.
Also, what is with the pillow?
Good boy, god boy, you show mommy how you love to suck on her toy. eyes up baby, I want to see your eyes and see how happy it makes you to make me happy. Good boy indeed
Hehe
(via boys-dont-cum)

“You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea, and cast into the pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlaac….in his belly you will find a new definition of pain and suffering as you are slowly digested over a thousand years.”
-C-3PO, translating for Jabba the Hutt
One of the cleverer elements of the original Star Wars trilogy is that the heroes are constantly fighting monsters that are only partially visible: the tentacles in the trash room, the monster on the asteroid that they land inside of, and the Sarlacc, whose mouth alone is visible. It’s an old horror movie trope, and it works well.
In this diorama, some fan has ramped up the vagina dentata motif by adding labia and a clitoris in the sand dunes.

The recently late Edward Woodward in The Wicker Man, one of the classic horror films. Complete with virgin sacrifice, although the burning alive version, rather than the stabbing version.

I used to read comics. Sometimes I still do.
One thing that always bothered me about comic books was how the covers would pose what I considered to be a narrative challenge: the hero is about to be shot, twice, in like 1/1000 of a second. And then the KKK-Nazi-cult leader dude will impale the virginal heroine with his stiff, quivering sword. It’s inescapable. How will they survive?
And then, inside the comic itself, this setup never actually happens, so the author doesn’t have to solve the problem on the cover.
Fucking A, man.

Virgin sacrifice, as a trope, is pretty closely related to defloration (usually with the same poses and symbolic drama). Which makes this image a bit of an anomaly, since we have a guy. He’s thinking, the abstinence-until-marraige people never told me about this part.
Marina in Pericles, Prince of Tyre, probably 1607. I don’t know the actress or production above.
This is unquestionably the worst play by Shakespeare, though his co-author Wilkins gets some of the blame. Well, maybe Titus Andronicus. But Pericles is pretty fucking bad.
Among the many tragedies that befall Pericles is having his daughter Marina captured by pirates and sold to a brothel. But rather than embrace the reality of this tragedy, the script ensures that Marina’s virtuousness and piousness mean she gets to keep her virginity. It’s a very old-Christian-hagiography / perils-of-Pauline ruse, and it seems really, really cheap. But Elizabethean audiences probably would not have stood for a princess actually getting prostituted.
Eh.
Male chastity / sissy / cuckold blogs, among their many other problems, seem to have a fetish for in-image captions of pictures that are better left alone. This one is especially awkward, because the English is so bad. But I still like his face.
(Source: cocosel, via thumpersportfolio)
I love his face: he’s like, fuck yeah, I own two subs.
I am also intrigued by the background. The vintage-y look of the picture suggests a kind of Mad Men 1960s, but the fixtures are all 21st-century. Still, it’s a little confusing that someone would build such a nice bathroom and leave the sink drainpipe exposed.
(via plainnasty)