the last parable

If life teaches anything it's this:
Shut up with the stupid maxims, bon mots, apothegms, pithy sayings etc!

But parables are ok. No. not biblical ones.. they're all superstitious rubbish. But Tgirl parables are wonderfully instructive contructs. They're great if you're having trouble training your man-thing.

Although I'm not the dominant type (in fact my psychiatrist Miss Bramble complains that I'm far too sub) I have an unbearable need to change my rough gruff man-things into meek little kittens. This cannot be achieved in any lasting way by following the physical path. How many times have we read about unfortunate Tgirls attaching nasty weights to their man-things testicles last thing at night only to wake first thing in the morning and find that they've run run run away.

I once knew a Tgurl who every evening forced her fella to lay down on their marital bed while she attached leather cuffs to his ankles and wrists. Then she would fasten him firmly to the bed frame with a intricate series of ropes. Oh, I tried to warn her that he would rebel but she refused to listen. Silly gurl.

The final time I paid them a visit, her botfriend angrily answered the door. He held a big menacing cane in his hand. He led me into the kitchen where I found my poor friend on all fours, attached to the floor. She was wearing some hideous-looking leather harness, gagged and chained up like a mistreated animal. Close by were two bowls - one of dirty water and the other.. urgh.. containing what smelled like cheap cat food. 'Strange', I thought. 'My T-friend is allergic to cats'. Then I figured it out. The food and water were for her!

She looked at up me with pathetic terrified pleading eyes and tried to say something through the gag. I couldn't understand a word but evenso, her once compliant man-thing instantly strode across the room and delivered two or three violently powerful whacks to her bare ass with his cane. I saw her struggle against her bonds but all she could do was wriggle and squeal incomprehensible noises from beneath that ugly gag. Closer inspection revealed a series of metal hooks had been set in the concrete floor. A number of chains ran from the hooks to my friend's harness leaving her unable to move more than a few centimetres in either direction.

I asked her if she was ok and I swear she was about to grunt and snuffle for help when her fella interceded with another loud thwack to her arse. It was anything but playful. He brought the cane high above his head and used all that brute man-thing strength to deliver a shocking blow. My friend was finally silenced but still regarded me with thise stark staring, terrified eyes. Her boyfriend turned to me and angrily said I'd been a bad influence on her. When I asked how long he intended to keep my friend chained up that way a cruel leering smile played across his face. Then he stiffened and told me in the clearest terms to get out and never to return.

I managed one final glance at my friend. Her eyes were filled with unnameable terror. It was like the ending of an old fashioned horror film where we close on the wide horror-filled eyeballs of the evil woman who's been placed in the iron maiden. The door to the dungeon is sealed forever and we realise the evil witch will do her dying slowly, agonisingly.

My friends old life was over. From now on she would pay dearly for abusing her man-thing.

This should make it clear, gurls, why the Lucia parable method is the only one worth using when re-training your fella. T-coded instructions will follow soon... blog this space!!!!