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Blutige Hölle. Das lässt mich als Idioten erster Ordnung erscheinen. Was ich keineswegs vorstellbar bin. Wie auch immer, kaufe meine neue Uhr oder sei ein Trottel – es liegt an dir. Du Trottel

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A Day Out

Breeding your bitch is a right annoyance; I can tell you.

Exorbitant stud fees, disreputable breeders and, of course The Kennel Club of London (Twats). Not to mention insemination, don’t get me started on that.

I spent ages on the web, on the phone and emailing before I eventually found a dealer in a nearby town who had a half-decent reputation and arranged a date.

Dame Beatrice. Lovely Tart. She had some shopping bags with her. Silly Tart

Come the day, you have to be careful not to let the bitch know what’s afoot because, when they’re in season, they’ll go wild if they get wind they’re to be sired.

Duly, I put her on the back seat with her favourite blanket and rubber toy. I even packed some shopping bags as if it were a routine outing. I’d taken her out for a long walk prior to all this so she was soon asleep waking briefly when I collected Dame Beatrice whom also had some shopping bags. I don’t know whether she was in on the whole subterfuge or thought when I said we were going shopping she thought we were going shopping.

An uneventful journey and we were outside a grubby looking house in a shifty area of the town in question.

Have you given her something?” asked Beatrice.

I may have”, I replied, “You’d better wake her up and put her lead on”. I said, passing her the lead.

The scruffy looking jerk who answered the door inspired little confidence but most breeders are like this. The first thing on his mind was the stud fee which I had to give him immediately because Beatrice was now alongside me and the bitch was tugging at her lead seemingly wanting to return to the car.

Once inside the manky premises Dave (they’re always Dave) led us into a dimly lit room with worn out furniture and a TV playing in the background.

Fair play, he had three males in there ready to go. However, Dave insisted on going first.

The reluctant Lady Andrea S was soon stripped down but Dave had to use some degree of force before he managed to do his business in her. Missionary, naturally.

Dame Beatrice again. Isn’t she great?

Beatrice was busy recording all this – why should the breeder get all the action? Once edited, the videos get a tidy sum from a dodgy site in France. Especially if there’s a degree of force required to break the bitch in.

The other three males were soon servicing her cunt, one at a time and her twat only, it was a breeding session after all.

Dave was now sniffing around Beatrice who brushed him aside saying she was working with the camera. She also refused when on of the studs came to check her out. It would appear this collection of dogs were beneath even her and she’ll usually fuck anything.

They had soon all deposited their spunk in the resigned Andrea’s reproductive organs. Dave asked me if I was going to do her. I thought about it briefly but, looking at the assembled grimy collection of degenerates, I soon had a camera in hand.

Beatrice and I continued collecting a wealth of material as the four took turns with her. Dave and one of the others even slipped their cocks in her gob and arse which I let go because she’s got a great gob and arse so they shouldn’t be denied a poke.

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The Library Book

I had clamped Dame Beatrice’s enormous udders in my Black & Decker Workmate and was busy using my adapted vacuum cleaner to suck her nipples.

The vac nozzle was self-attached to her right nipple and was causing her entire right breast distress.

Everything was going well. I’m not mad so I came up with a reason for this painful and humiliating torture: she had to confess something that I knew but she had to tell me.

There was nothing for her to confess, it was a ruse.

I have adapted a battery-operated hammer drill to act as a high-powered dildo (large amounts of WD40 lubrication is essential). As I switched it on and began to insert it into her perfect ass hole she said (loudly); “STOP! I’ll confess”.

Let me tell you, what I heard shocked me to the core.

Miss Aileen S. failed to return a library book and got fined do I decided to punish her but she refused. Dame Beatrice heard of this effrontery so offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. Then Lady Andrea S. finds out about Aileen’s disobedience and, out of guilt & embarrassment over her daughter’s disobedience, offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. I didn’t tell her or Beatrice about having two identical offers. Then, guess what? Aileen, no doubt feeling guilty about her horrid treatment of me agreed to the original punishment. I didn’t tell any of the three sluts what the others had agreed to meaning I got to do all three.

All of that was planned: by the three sluts.

They had constructed this elaborate sham in order to all get what was intended for Aileen only.

I feel used

It’s not fair

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The Library Book

I always thought I was a genius and now I have proof.

Miss Aileen S. failed to return a library book and got fined do I decided to punish her but she refused. Dame Beatrice heard of this effrontery so offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. Then Lady Andrea S. finds out about Aileen’s disobedience and, out of guilt & embarrassment over her daughter’s naughtiness, offered to take Aileen’s punishment, which I agreed to. I didn’t tell her or Beatrice about having two identical offers. Then, guess what? Aileen, no doubt feeling remorseful about her horrid treatment of me agreed to the original punishment. I didn’t tell any of the three sluts what the others had agreed to meaning I get to do all three. I am a genius with no match.

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The Library Book

Lady Andrea S has learned of Miss Aileen S and her refusal to let me punish her for returning that library book late.

She, obviously, is distressed to learn of her daughter’s disobedience. That’s how Genghis Kahn started out – not returning library books by the due date.

She has kindly offered to substitute for Aileen and take everything Aileen should have endured.

I didn’t mention the fact Dame Beatrice has made an identical offer because I didn’t think it pertinent.

Dame Beatrice: wants tying up, tit fucking, sperm in her ear, no spanking and being left frustrated. Sucker

 

Lady Andrea S: also wants tying up, tit fucking, sperm in her ear, no spanking and being left frustrated. Double Sucker
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The Library Book

In my article The Library Book I detailed the grossly unfair treatment of me by Miss Aileen S.

I know, horrid. Why do Tarts abuse me so when I’m a lovely and wonderful person with no faults worth mentioning?

Dame Beatrice, who is the best whore on the planet, has – quite rightly – taken pity on poor me and said I can do all the things I wanted to do to Miss Aileen S to her instead.

What a woman. All other women are just twats compared to Dame Beatrice.

Four Cans

In order to bond her tits together for tit fucking purposes I shall take four cans of Twat Cooling Spray which should be enough for the task

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Beatrice by Banksy

At last Banksy has done some art worth looking at with his portrait of Beatrice.

Entitled; “I’d Spank that Arse”, I think its his best work since “Look at the Tits on that Tart” (1998).

“I’d Spank that Arse” (Banksy, 2020)
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Amazone Reports on Dame Beatrice

Special Correspondent Amazone finds out all there is to know about Dame Beatrice

my tits are superior

Hello, it’s me.

Who?

Special Correspondent Amazone.

I’m a big fan of yours and your cutting-edge journalism

I am good, very good indeed.

You are.

I am. You’ve got fantastic tits

So have you but mine are better

I wouldn’t go that far. Let’s agree to differ but my tits are superior – I need to find out all about you for Sywwow.com

mine are better

Sywwow is great, isn’t he?

That goes without saying: He’s so great

He is so great

He is so great

He is

He is

Special correspondent Amazone makes all other journalists look like total wankers which, in fact, they are

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The Nature of Genius

Miss Aileen S and I were engrossed in a philosophical debate on the nature of genius.

had been plotting something or other

Through the course of human existence there has been only ever been several real geniuses. Leonardo Da Vinci was one whilst Einstein was not. We were debating this very point when who barges in? No, it was Dame Beatrice. Following close behind was Lady Andrea S.

I could tell by the cheeky grin on Dame Beatrice’s face the pair of lesbian fuck-buddies had been plotting something or other.

Lady Andrea could barely contain herself and said she needed punishing. She then poured forth a list of trivial and minor indiscretions of such meekness they were barely worth a moment’s thought.

Dame Beatrice, meanwhile, is nodding and looking shocked as each insignificant misdemeanour was trotted out.

Andrea demanded she be punished. I explained these were not cause for admonishment, that she was forgiven and to worry no more.

demanded she be punished

I hoped she would let Aileen and I return to our discussions but no. Beatrice said Andrea needed ‘taking in hand’ and the Lady in question was now demanding I deal with her ‘harshly’.

Acquiescing to the pair of cunt munchers I decided on a suitable punishment, aided by the increasingly keen, Beatrice: 25 hard spanks to her naked bottom, ten strikes with the cane to each bum cheek, 11 minutes of severe grasping and kneading of the breasts and the insertion of a large object into the ass-hole which was to remain there all day and, finally, this was to be ‘independently witnessed by a disinterested party – Dame Beatrice

Once this was agreed the plan concocted by the two cunts was revealed when Andrea said; “Ha!”, pointing at Aileen; “She did all those things too, so you’ll have to do it to her”.

I had been entrapped by a pair of fanny fingering fuckers.

Poor Aileen then had to endure: 25 hard spanks to her naked bottom, ten strikes with the cane to each bum cheek, 11 minutes of severe grasping and kneading of her breasts and the insertion of a large object into her ass-hole which was to remain there all day and, finally, this was independently witnessed by a ‘disinterested’ party – Dame Beatrice.

As the shocked and hurt Aileen tried to sit comfortably with a medium sized courgette in her bottom my attentions turned to Andrea. Had she not agreed to this punishment? Yes, she fucking well had.

She knows who Einstein is. The other two tarts think ‘Einstein’ is a single glass of beer. Yes, what idiots: “A single glass of beer”. ffs: you couldn’t make it up

Ergo, the tricky trickster was subjected to: 25 hard spanks to her naked bottom, ten strikes with the cane to each bum cheek, 11 minutes of severe grasping and kneading of her breasts and the insertion of a large object into the ass-hole which was to remain there all day and, finally, this was independently witnessed by a party who could see what was coming next – Dame Beatrice.

As Andrea stood sulking in a corner, unable to site because of a door knob up her arse, my attentions turned to Dame Beatrice.

She dutifully disrobed knowing at any time I could rattle out a number of things she has done which warrant the most severe punishments I have available.

I love Beatrice, that smile, fucking hell. However, I am a professional and therefore subjected her to: 25 hard spanks to her naked bottom, ten strikes with the cane to each bum cheek, 11 minutes of severe grasping and kneading of the breasts and the insertion of a large object into her ass-hole which was to remain there all day and, finally, this was independently witnessed by two very interested parties – Lady Andrea S and Miss Aileen S who were horrified but pleased when I managed to insert an oversized cucumber up her anus.

All three of them look a little put out – or put in – as they can’t sit down. On the bright side, in six hours’ time a new day will begin and I’ll let them free up their arses for other activities.

Who is the victor in this tale of plots, schemes and hoodwinking? Fuck Knows. Me probably.

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1926

It’s her

Lady Andrea S. denies the picture from 1926 is her.

It’s not me“.

Pffttt

It’s her.

She denied being in that calendar when it was her in that calendar.

It was her in that calendar

When those photos of me in Blackpool emerged, I had the honesty to admit it was me after I secured ownership and ensured no-one would ever see them again. My initial denials were because I’m a lying twat prone to lying.

Miss Aileen, said; “It’s not my mom”. What a fibber.

Dame Beatrice said; “You fucker Sywwow, I read what you said in Teat Time 5. I’m going to punch you in the bollocks”. This has no bearing regarding the matter at hand.

For some time now I have been aware there are others with a time machine.

Tesla’s plans were available in some libraries until they disappeared. Someone with the required genius could build one. This, of course, would rule Lady Andrea out. She must have stolen it.

 

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I use Spy Craft to escape having a meal

After entertaining Lady Andrea S. to a lovely meal for one I expected some form of retaliation or payback. A plot even.

It came as no surprise when, surprisingly, an email turned up from Miss Aileen S warning of a plot against me:

Dear Sywwow you perfect perfect perfect man,

My mom is plotting against you and has got a plot all plotted out.

By, the way, milk my udders as soon as you can – you said you would, so do it.

Back to the plot, she is going to say she’s cooking you a lovely meal and you have to dress nicely. Not wear that flamboyant Oscar Wilde crap – or that bloody cape.

When you turn up, she’s going to say you look really nice and well presented. She’s then going to say she’s overcome with passion and wants to have sexual intercourse with you straight away, no messing about, immediately.
Just for good measure she’s going to tell you she wants you to ejaculate your semen into her award-winning cunt.

This is where the plot thickens. When you’re in the bedroom (the plot thickens) she’s going to say her desire is thus that she feels she needs to mount you like a rampant hussy but wants to tie you up to enable this.

Once you’re tied up: she’s going to Shit in your mouth.

The plot is fool-proof. She rehearsed it all with me, fool-proof I tell you, fool-proof.

Love Miss Aileen S.
PS Don’t forget to milk my udders

This is irrelevant

 

Well, you could have knocked me down with a train. What skulduggery.

This plot may be ‘fool-proof’ but I’m one fool that can’t be proofed – as sure as eggs are chicken poo.

Sure enough: “Sywwow you perfect perfect perfect perfect man, I’m cooking you a lovely meal so you have to dress nicely. Not wear that flamboyant Oscar Wilde crap – or that bloody cape”.

Sure enough: I’m in her kitchen where, I might point out, there are no signs of culinary preparation; steaming pots & pans and the like.

“What do you think?”, I asked, referring to my attire.

You look smart but why are you wearing a dress?”

“My lovely sweetheart and loveable love (Don’t I sound great) you are mistaken, for it not be a skirt but a kilt the tartan of which is from mine own clan the Clan -redacted- whom, I may add, are the most notorious of all the Highland clans.
A treacherous tribe of villains, cut-throats and thieves you never did see. Plus, some of us are lawyers and not averse to issuing writs and summonses. I know this from experience.

Why, should this tartan be insulted by, say, a stain or some dirt of some kind, the clan would not rest until the person responsible was hanging from an oak tree. It must be oak mind, must be oak, for it be the way of the Clan -redacted-.”

Well”, she said, “at least you look really nice and well presented…”

“I bet you’re overcome with passion and wants to have sexual intercourse with me straight away, no messing about, immediately. Well, let me tell you, I’m bang up for this notion of yours and, just for good measure, I want to ejaculate my semen into your award-winning cunt”.

You’ve read my mind”.

Plotting against me. ME. I never did fuck all to any fucker

Sure enough: we end up in the bedroom and I remove all of my clothes taking special care with the kilt for I do not wish to end up as a corpse dangling from an oak tree.

Sywwow, darling (here we go) my passion is thus that I feel I need to mount you like a rampant hussy. I need to tie you up to enable this”.

“My love, my sweetheart, my gorgeous blonde fuckable whore (don’t I sound great) by all means do this very thing you have set your heart upon”.

Sure enough: I’m quickly secured to the bed. Tied.

However, and though but, did she use my Tart Ties?: Did she fuck. It took me 3.7 seconds to escape, secure her to the bed securely with my Tart Ties and then, quick as you like, I did a shit in her mouth.

Game. Set. Match.


Postscript. I wasn’t going to mention this but, after a series of misunderstandings and a demonstration of my Tart Ties, I ended up secured next to Lady Andrea S. Miss Aileen then did a shit in my mouth.
At a point in time useless to me I received an email from Dame Beatrice:

Dear Sywwow you perfect perfect perfect perfect man,

Those two sluts, Andrea & Aileen, have got a shit plan worked out where they’re going to trick you so Aileen can do a shit in your mouth. I know you won’t fall for it but I thought I’d tell you anyway.

Love
Dame Beatrice
Ps
Don’t forget, you said you would brand your initials on my fucking excellent award-winning ass and fuck with my tits

Beatrice’s arse – unbranded

 

It is worth noting: If I say I’m going to do something – I do that very thing. Every single time, without fail

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Teat Time Part Five

At the close of Teat Time Part Four our beloved hero Lord Sywwow had Beatrice, seemingly, at his mercy awaiting what pleasures he would deliver upon her ample bosoms.

The misfortunate pair of tarts, Lady Andrea & Miss Aileen S. had been abused most dreadfully and were left secured to chairs like torture victims – which in fact they were. A pitiful sight – fuck all to do with Sywwow incidentally: Beatrice did it.

Beatrice was set to test lovely Sywwow to see if he was any good at abusing tits or just a twat. She had set herself up as Judge, Jury, Executioner and biased court reporter working for the BBC who’ve always had it in for Sywwow since that SWAT business.

What is to become of Sywwow? Will he survive this ordeal by fiery teacher or will he learn his lesson?

Let’s find out in Teat Time Part Five.


 

I read all that shit she said about me in Teat Time Part Four and was most put out I must say.

I’d rather let the whole thing go but honour dictates I gain satisfaction. Plus, her plus-sized mammeries do tempt me so.
Not only that but this: Seldom does one encounter a tit owner who is so in want of tit abuse of the class I excel in.

I looked at Lady Andrea and Miss Aileen. Their tits were in a sorry state and they had both been subjected to terrible treatment & torment. Fuck all all to do with me, I was an only a concerned bystander helpless as Beatrice did things to them with some help from me.

Would you mind enormously if I were to give you a kiss, you being so beautiful?”, I said to Dame Beatrice.

She shrugged her shoulders so I kissed her with every sinew of passion I could muster which, I assure you, is overwhelmingly great.

As I released her from my tight embrace and from the attentions of my lips & tongue, she let out a sigh and looked at me as if to say; “What the fuck was that?”

I took the opportunity to flick her nipples before saying most politely; “May I secure you so as to access your breast with greater efficiency than otherwise?”

Yes”, she replied with a hint of irritation.

I produced my Tart Ties and explained their operation to Beatrice who was suitably impressed. I then secured her four limbs to the chair and asked her to try and release herself. She tried and tried – fruitlessly.
Satisfied she was now at my disposal I grabbed those huge & perfect breasts and subjected them to as much twisting fondling and fierce grabbing as one could imagine. I then gave each the hardest slap they’d ever had in their tit abuse curriculum.

Just for good measure, I slapped her face with more power than she had used on mine – that’s for certain.

Her response was to shake her glorious hair and throw back her cheeky face as if to laugh at me.

I looked at the pair of fucked up sluts who appeared to be quite enjoying the show. I took pity on them as I am such an all ’round excellent guy. I released Aileen and told her to do likewise with her mother.

I ordered the pair of lesbians to bathe together and attend to their injuries before going to bed and caress each other until I deigned to attend upon them.

Lady Andrea objected saying she wanted to witness my destruction of Beatrice. Such things are not for gentle ladies such as her & her lovely daughter. My silence was enough for her to take Aileen’s hand and waft off to their appointed tasks – she knows well it unwise to cause me to repeat an order.

Soon it was just Beatrice and I.

Soon it was just Beatrice and I
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Correct feet positioning for caning

When you tarts want your feet caning or far worse it is important to position your feet correctly to facilitate optimum striking and agonising pain infliction – otherwise, the whole thing will be pointless and somewhat odd.

In this handy tutorial I will show you how to get it right, first time, every time:

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New Face Mask

Listen up twats, Dame Beatrice is out and about wearing her new face mask.

Having spoken to her:

  • Do NOT call her “Bucket head
  • Do NOT play her head like a bongo
  • Do NOT call her “Ned Kelly
  • Do NOT use sticks and use her as a drum

Certain words rhyme with ‘Bucket’ – do not use them

That is all, twats

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Face Mask Breakthrough

I’m not the sort of idiot to pay £127.63 for a bloody face mask that turned out to be a smelly old sock with a bit of elastic tied to it – albeit in a stylish blue which set off my eyes beautifully.

I put my enormous brain to use and came up with a simple, cheap and fashionable solution.

It’s re-usable and good for the environment:

Another great Fashion accessory from:

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New Arrival

Enjoy even more of this lovely inflatable slut, shaped after the body of our own Dame Beatrice.
Lord Sywwow tested her tits and felt they were okay.

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Unfair Treatment of Tarts

When Miss Aileen S. returned and I told her my version of events which I embellished for dramatic effect whilst excluding some actions relating to me, she was livid.

Using a new found assertiveness she made me do things which I suggested – she’s very bad.

Dame Beatrice: Bound & gagged for making Lady Andrea S. consume a “piss, poo & cum salad” which contained no salad
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I sort out BTM

Using my enormous intellect and outstanding genius I have outwitted those crazed loons at BTM (Big Tits Matter)

I gave the gold to the biggest trouble maker Beatrice which should keep her quiet, the big tart.

Notorious trouble-maker, Amazone, I awarded the silver. She whinged like fuck but I fed her a load of bollocks about the EU, the environment and saving whales. I told her it was for the good of all and to help save the planet. She bought it and accepted the Silver award like a great big-titted sucker.

Heidi, who can be trusted to shut her gob, took Bronze in return for something I did to her bottom which I needn’t mention here.

I doubt we’ll be hearing any more from Big Tits Matter – idiots.

Hey, “BTM” = Bonkers Tarts Moaning – ha ha and ha

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Teat Time Part Four

At the close of Part Three, our hero, Lord Sywwow, had found himself with Dame Beatrice at his mercy.

Putting herself in harm’s way seems to good to be true for the easily distracted notorious man.

As oft is the case in these matters, perhaps not all is how it appears.

Could this legend be like so many, if not all, men and prove to be merely gullible and easily led by the charms of a beautiful woman?


I had heard all about this Sywwow from Lady Andrea. I was most unimpressed with the tales of his flamboyant appearance, outrageous behaviour and high-handed treatment of ladies.

It came as no surprise to hear from Miss Aileen: he had abused her sweet breasts leaving her in pained distress.

Journeying home when I received Aileen’s call, I made a detour.

Prodding, squeezing & twisting her titties, as I always do, I discovered how sore, to her, they proved to be.

This Sywwow fellow was in the process of torturing & milking poor Lady Andrea with a vacuum cleaner he had repurposed for the task as I entered the kitchen.

Switching it off, I have to confess, his creation of a device capable of milking and torture impressed me. His adaptation of existing technology put me in mind of Apollo 13.

He struck me like a lightning strike – so, I struck him. It was a reaction: a panic

Tormenting the pair of sluts as is my wont, I tested & probed this Lord of hers. He did not intervene, even aiding me in my dalliances.

Who is this man?

Exposing myself I placed my breasts, my entire self, at his disposal.

I have been subjected to the likes of him before. My large breasts and padded bottom are well capable of coping with attention from the likes of him.

Let’s see if he is worthy of having me or, like all before, a weak fool.

Naked, at his pleasure, he must hurt me and make me cry or will prove to be just like all the rest.

Dame Beatrice: a woman to be reckoned with

In life we are sometimes tested.

Preparation & rehearsal is what we do to face these tests so we may prove, somehow, worthy.

We are sometimes oblivious as we undergo our greatest tests. These are the trials which take place without our knowledge or consent.

Such is the case now for Lord Sywwow who embarks on an examination of great significance unaware his trial had begun when Dame Beatrice chose to answer a call whilst driving – an occurrence singular in itself.

Could this be the end of our hero and the man beloved by all women who have been touched by his greatness?

We shall have to discover the answer to this, and other questions, when revealed to us all will be: Teat Time Part Five


Teat Time Part One

Teat Time Part Two

Teat Time Part Three

Teat Time Part Four

Teat Time Part Five

 

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