Fetish Funnies

Taking a walk around town and my local supermarkets it’s amazing how many fun fetish references one can find 🙂

Value riding crops at Tescos – glad to see femdom kit is part of their basic range;
Cock seasoning presumably for after its been thoroughly beaten;
I loved this huge 8ft sign hanging over the entrance to the historic Roman Baths;
Ass (assorted!) Fudge & Ball Bags someone needs to give these shop boys a good thrashing;
Cooking with Poo (don’t put that into a search engine – it’s not nice) apparently Poo is the Thai word for crab;
Bulls for sale, I must let Mistress T  know, she’s always on the look out for young, strong bulls for her cuckolding scenes;
Penis topiary – is that deliberate? Perhaps it’s some kind of secret swingers sign;
& the Whiplash leaflet was handed to me when I left my gym – who knew it was it was so prevalent.

If you see any good fetish funnies please send then to me (MistressSidonia) at The English Mansion dot com.

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4 Responses to Fetish Funnies

  1. Irv O. Neil says:

    Most amusing! And what is “Welsh Lady Ass Fudge”?!

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