Wednesday, December 14, 2016
House of Kink
A dominatrix is causing much aggravation in a residential neighbourhood of Exeter, which is a town in Merry England. It seems her neighbours are highly displeased to be living near a house where grown men are having their buttocks abused. Have they actually heard the thwack of cane on butt cheeks and the ecstatic cries of agony? This has not been disclosed. They complain, instead, about the large number of men entering and leaving the house. How are they to explain such comings and goings to their children?
“We shouldn’t be forced to be having these conversations with our children at this age,” said Amelie Foster, a mother of two.
I see her point. One can easily imagine the awkward exchanges taking place.
Child: Mummy, who are all those men who visit Auntie Trixie’s house?
Mother: They’re naughty men who go to Auntie Trixie to be punished, darling. You mustn’t talk to them.
Child: Does Auntie Trixie make them sit on her naughty chair?
Mother: She spanks their bottoms, darling. They’re very naughty.
Child: Will Daddy go to Auntie Trixie when he’s naughty?
Mother: No, darling. Mummy gives him all the punishment he needs.
An amicable solution might yet be possible. The residents should bear in mind that the clients of a dominatrix are submissive men who like to be bossed about. If suspicious housewives ordered them to mind their language, dress smartly and avoid eye-contact with children, they would probably be happy to comply. They might even offer them a tip for their concern.
This is not a dispute on which I can take sides. I hope and pray it is resolved with the maximum of goodwill and the minimum of legal fees. Let everyone’s rights be respected. The dominatrix must be free to scavenge and eat, like the buzzard or coyote; the mother must be free to protect her cubs, like the vixen or she-wolf. Every species has its place in the natural order. The harmony of a well-balanced eco-system is a wonder to behold.
It’s been a minor ambition of mine to befriend a dominatrix and persuade her to comment on this blog. She would give us a fresh perspective on events. I’d be the first to admit that the well-rounded dominatrix knows things outside my spectrum of experience. I have never walked on human flesh while wearing stiletto heels, for example. I would probably cause a fatal injury if I tried to. The presence of a dominatrix would allow me to enjoy such deeds vicariously. And I could tell her stories about crocodiles and baboons. It would be a match made in heaven.
Are there dominatrices who fantasise about getting spanked themselves? This is a question that continues to intrigue me. I should imagine there must be a few. To spank a woman who spanks men for a living would be an act of imperious grandeur. The spanker would acquire prestige surpassing that of a Roman emperor. Few men would be worthy of this solemn and majestic duty. But a gorilla might be.
Update!
I received the following email from the Mistress of the now infamous house!
I kindly asking you to removed the photo of myself and my boyfriend house as legal action have taken against media on account of in breach of several laws. And even further steps against the neighbours after initial warning to neighbour for harassment and lies.
Police investigating criminal offence against the neighbours.
So kindly remove the photo.
Labels: butt cheeks, dominatrix, housewives, spanking
