Reproachful words

As Wittgenstein remarked: of that of which she does not permit us to speak, we can say nothing without severe consequences.
Mittens won’t eat that muck, apparently. But then cats are allowed to be picky eaters, unlike slaves, and it’s not as if they can force him to eat it.
Often the way, isn’t it, when couples get together? The wives find they have far more in common than do the husbands.
Poor Amelia, I expect she’s been worrying. Let’s hope she’s not too upset.
Advice to a US sub visiting the UK: if you’re asked what you’d like to do in session and you want a golden shower, try asking the domme if you can ‘take the piss’. If she looks surprised, tell her you’ve been taking the piss out of dommes for years and you’ve seen her website and reckon you can take the piss out her, too
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The lovely Tiffany Naylor, of course, who enlivens the otherwise unlively town of Milton Keynes, or she did at one point, anyway.

Like many stars who get confused with their characters by fans, she was annoyed at first but she’s learnt to lean into it. ‘Oh, you loved me in Mean Girls? Great… and does your girlfriend like the movie too? Oh, really – no one at all? Well, I’m not surprised with a face like that, what a sad little loser…” and so on. It’s a lot less effort for her than it is for the exalted Ms Gadot, whose fans expect a booted kick to the face.

Taking her advice

… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.

Does anyone else look at fashion shoots including belts and try to gauge how much it would hurt?
It’s called a ‘no contact’ orgasm. For my part, I’ve perfected the ‘no contact’ aspect, but I’m still hoping that the orgasm thing works out.
That easy-going nature may soon pass, actually as her latex gets quite hot on a sunny day and it does make her a bit testy. So watch out for that, as you’re enjoying your healthy river cruise.
I wouldn’t mind, but he sent me the bill.
He has many happy memories from before, as well, so that’s something. As a matter of fact, just about every memory prior to his being put in the cage was ‘happy’ for him, relatively speaking.
Applies to remote viewing as well, perverts. Sorry. IP and email addresses logged and forwarded – there will be consequences.

When a woman is speaking

She has her opinion and of course you’re entitled to have her own opinion on the matter, too.
It’s all a matter of applied physics. Very firmly applied.
It’s silly for males to speculate on the motives or plans of females, whose brains are so much more complex as to be beyond male understanding. I’m sure they’ll find out in due course, anyway – she usually makes herself very clear.
Just take your time. She will, during the beating.
The school takes bullying very seriously. So do these three.
Maybe he could have a performance review with Stef just after conducting hers.

Hold me, squeeze me

Just a little extra, because it’s not really a proper post with captions or anything. But some people think this blog exaggerates the degree to which women in the so-called ‘real world’ enjoy inflicting pain and humiliation on males. But, as is so often the case, ‘some people’ are wrong. One thing I’ve noticed in recent years is that more and more women are making the internationally-recognised ball-crushing gesture, in which the hands come together and simultaneously squeeze and separate the testicles in the scrotum. A clearer display of fierce female empowerment, it would be hard to imagine, and it’s everywhere. Once you see it, you can’t stop seeing it or wincing.

A few examples.

Never forget you’re not going to have a choice…

…and of course…

UPDATE! A few entirely made-up people I’ve discussed this with have suggested that this self-evidently female supremacist gesture is actually a heart shape. A heart shape. Right. Here’s the goddess of the gesture herself… let’s watch the development, shall we?

[Sarcasm alert] Yeah, right… I think we can all agree that Ms Swift is making a lovey dovey little heart gesture, there, hmm? You just keep thinking that, boy. After all, women just like romance and flowers and kittens and stuff… I’m sure everything’s going to be just fine.

Formidable femmes

Maybe she’s planning to put a little post-it note on the fridge or something.
They say that after a while you go numb and can’t feel the pain any more. But then she’s planning to winch you out and warm you up.
I suppose it’s a rather half-hearted approach to consent, but then their victim is a rather half-hearted approach to a human being.
Subs prefer blondes who don’t care what their subs prefer.
Oh, the poor thing. I hope she’s not badly hurt. Reminds me of the time I scuffed the toes of my SO’s new Dr Maarten boots quite badly, by bashing them repeatedly with my stomach. She wasn’t happy about it, I can tell you.
Women just aren’t as obsessive about these things as we men.

Men say, it’s criminal, what women’ll do


What they’re forgetting is, this is 1922!

Ah, would that it were! Or possibly 1932 or thereabouts…. Downton Domination, anyway.

PS: To the Repentant Sorceress, you should not longer be blocked (and puns are definitely OK, or this blog would disappear into a black hole of hypocrisy).

My lady’s displeasure

Seems a bit unfair, the place will be practically drenched with cum for you to clean up when you emerge from the cupboard tomorrow morning, after all.
She can find beauty in ugly things – a rare gift.
She likes things to be consistent: if you’re going to be in pain, it somehow spoils it if there’s a part of you that’s not uncomfortable.
It’s good to be spontaneous, but not too spontaneous.
There’s more kinds of knowledge than mere book-learning.
Men don’t understand much about women’s castration fantasies – which is probably just as well, or they’d be terrified the whole time.

Oh, and an extra captioned image, easy enough to provide as I didn’t have to write it: it is not one of mine. I’ll confess I don’t like many of the femdom captions I see on the Internet and it is very rare indeed that I see one and think ‘I wish I’d done that!’. But this one – from here, although I don’t know if that’s the origin – is certainly one of those few.

Crystal clarity

A Contemplating the Divine post on a Wednesday? But why? Just read on and you’ll find out.

Crystal? Sure. Crystal is the fifteenth anniversary gift, as set down by the companies that make anniversary gifts keepers of this ancient tradition, because it “highlights the beauty of the journey you have shared”.

What shared journey you ask? Why, today is this blog’s Annieversary, of course. Fifteen years. Not since the start of the blog – that squalid little event was commemorated back in January. No: it has been fifteen years to the day since the first caption to a truly divine image filled this otherwise dank and fetid blog with its pure light.

Any more irritating questions, moron? No? Oh, thank goodness for that. It was getting very tiresome.

In grovelling thanks for the privilege of existing on the same planet as Her, while secure in the knowledge that the divine Annie is blissfully ignorant of the existence of all this nonsense, we celebrate with ten old and five new*… Ann-ie-mages? No. Err… photo-Haths? Maybe not. Fifteen images featuring Herself, anyway, which should be enough to stop any hearts out there that are still feebly working.

* No, I’m not going to tell you which are new and which old. You’ll just have to see if the feeling when you jerk off to them is familiar or not, you nasty little pervert, you.

Do you want to see a grown man cry?

I suppose they’re better suited to a ‘1980s called’ post, like the last one, but I can’t resist linking to the ladies in this lovely dance act from the time, as they do indeed all look as if they just strode imperiously from the pages of those old femdom magazines. Ahhhhh…

Sometimes couples need a little time apart. I’m sure my own relationship is much stronger for all the time I spend in the oubliette – out of sight and out of mind.
Don’t worry: there’s an emergency over-ride code. She’s got it written down somewhere, I expect.
Consent is a gift in a BDSM relationship – and doesn’t she deserve to be given everything you possess and more?
The first time I (tried to) have sex with a girl she said it was a ‘unique’ experience and, looking back now, I’m impressed by how prescient she was.
Some commenters might be tempted to observe that the sundial’s not going to work if most of it is in the shade. To which I’d reply, first, that it’s art not mere functional construction and, second, that you are welcome to explain that to Mistress Jennifer, just as three of the men in this picture did. She always needs more materials. Finally, some pedant or other is bound to point out that there are thirteen figures on the dial, to which I can only say that Mistress J has an Orwellian approach to many things in her life.
Remember: if you don’t like any of the contractual terms, you can just walk away now and never, ever see her again. It’s time to think about what’s important in life.

And there we are! That’s the end of Tuesday’s post. So… yeah! No more new material here until Friday, I suppose. Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays, those are the days Servitor posts. I mean, it’s not as if there’s ever a post on Wednesday, right? That would just be weird. So no point in coming back to check, tomorrow. Although… you never know, right? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look on Wednesday. Now, would it?