The power and the glory

…of images of divine female authority.  What this blog here, run by this boy here, is all about.

Femdom rests feet on captive male and does some useful work on the computer
And I understand Dell are bringing out a ‘slavetop’ range of computers, for the real power users.

Femdom wife makes the position on sex quite clear
I think that it’s important that men and women talk about things like this.  He’s talked to her quite openly about his sexual frustrations, she’s told him quite openly he’s never having sex again.  There we are – all done.  Now that’s a marriage that will last.  Because they talk, you see?

Dominatrix with tattooed men thinks they look a bit stupid
She’s incorrigible, though.  There are three more waiting upstairs, as she has ambitious plans for a triptych.  I suggested she should develop her drawing skills on paper first, but she just beat the crap out of me and chained me to the drainpipe for three weeks.  Women, eh?

Femdom wife finds a good whipping works wonders
Curiously, Mike’s horoscope had said “Your wife will bind your arms and legs tightly together and whip your blindfolded naked body until you’re screaming for forgiveness.”  Astrology – there’s more in it than you think.

Femdom refuses to discuss it until you are in a proper state of mind
It’s just that it’s best to be in the proper frame of mind for this sort of discussion.  And face facts, you’re only really in that right frame of mind when you’ve just had a good hard beating.  Am I right?

If your idea of oral sex is a good scolding…

…then you might enjoy these, y’know, captioned images of female domination.

Captioned image of wife about to zap you again...
OK, OK I’ve used this picture before.  But I just think it’s lovely…

Captioned femdom image of your din dins now with added marrowbone
Of course she won’t treat you exactly like a dog, that would be ridiculous.  For example, she would never use a shock collar on a dog.  It’s cruel, you see.

Captioned image of OWK ladies with a lucky slave
It would be terribly frustrating to be both a bondage addict and a talented escape artist, don’t you think?  Oh damn – I’m out again…

captioned image of femdom wife and a net nanny
I don’t want a net nanny programme, what I really want is a net governess.  Ouch!

Captioned image of frustrated dominatrices
Actually, health and safety personnel are unfairly maligned, as in fact they… oh what am I talking about?  Beat them until they scream for mercy, I say.

Fiction: Misappliance of science part 2 (of 2!)

The story so far: a group of schoolgirls are on a guided tour of  FEMDOM (Faculty of Experimental Methodologies for Disciplining and Oppressing Males).  We’ve seen new developments in the design of whips, in storage of the male slave…we’ve even had a little lecture on evolution.  It’s an educational trip, so – Mary – what have we learnt so far? Hmmm?

OK, well according to Mary it’s all been, like, reeeely boring sciency stuff but she thought the new whips were lush.  So there you go.  Sigh.  On with the tour: 

And in fact…let’s just see if Dr Collins is in her lab… Ah, Dr Collins?  Would you mind at all if we…?  Thank you so much, only we were just talking about males adapting naturally to a lifestyle on all fours, and I thought I might show the girls some of your marvelous work in this area.  You see, girls?  Evolution is a very slow process – even with vigorous culling of males every generation to weed out the ones we particularly don’t like, it could take thousands of years to breed back to their proper four-legged form.  So with modern scientific methods, Dr Collins and her team are helping the process along a little.  Isn’t that right Dr Collins?
They started with some simple adaptations: pads on knees, slightly longer arms, and fingers growing together to form a fleshy pad.  But now they’ve really branched out and are experimenting with all sorts of shapes.  Now where is…ah – this is my favourite.  Here – take hold of the whip and give his buttocks a little flick.  Isn’t that clip-clopping sound as he runs around just delightful?  And unlike real horses, they still have feeling in the tips of their hooves, so shoeing them is an absolute scream!

Quiet, non-polluting and cheap to run.  What is not to like?

Ah – I can see you’re wondering what this stubby thing down here is.  This is a product that is actually going on sale quite soon, isn’t that right Dr Collins?  It’s a very simple idea.  I am sure we have all been frustrated when slaves mess up position 6.  Vigorous whipping will usually sort the problem out, but it happens mainly because males are just a bit badly designed to be tables.  Most males’ arms are that much longer than their upper legs, so when they get into position they slope, until taught otherwise.  This one needs no teaching: look you could lay a spirit level on that back and it wouldn’t be tipped at all.  And the elimination of knee and ankle joints makes it less likely to buckle.  Of course, the downside is that it can’t do any of the other positions – or move – so it can’t really be used as much other than a table.  But it would make a fine addition to any living room, I think you’ll agree.
On we go.
Gather round now girls, while my assistant here whips this male up onto a platform.  Now, can you all see its penis?  Look closely.  Yes, it is there.  Can anyone…yes, that’s right.  This male was born with a penis just three millimeters in length!  Now that’s quite fun in itself, but it’s not the clever bit.  Here, while my assistant secures him tightly to the frame, can one of you take this spiked metal thing from me and – that’s right, you’ve got the idea – just give him a little prod right where that tiny thing is.  Ooops, try again – it is a little hard to hit it at first, as it’s so very small, but – Ah – there!  You got it.  Now, did you all see what happened?  She didn’t spike him hard did she – just a little poke?  But what a lovely scream!  And look at that face, hear that gasping.  It’s as if he’s just had a half-hour whipping, isn’t it?
The trick is in the way the little penis develops.  It’s just a few millimeters long, but it has just as many pain receptors as a normal one.  So, inside that tiny little fold of flesh, there are over a million pain receptors, all funneling into a giant bundle of nerves leading straight up into his brain.  So that when I – excuse me, if I can just…poke it – well, if you can hear me over the shrieking, I think you can see the point!  And you can flick it, and squeeze it and of course You can slap it and you can zap it and everything else You might like – and everything is magnified several thousand-fold.
Complicated sciencey stuff.  You have to study hard to be able to hit the male in exactly the right way.

They need careful bringing up, because of course if you just start inflicting this much pain on a male straight away, he’s liable to die of shock and that’s no good.  But they’ve been gradually increasing the treatment ever since early adolescence on this one, and as you can see, I can just tweak and flick and jab and jab and jab all I like and…well, he’s passed out now.  But he’s still alive, so that’s all right – no harm done.

Great fun as a novelty item, and who knows- one day maybe all males will be like that.  On we go.  Goodness, wasn’t that noisy?

The Dreadmill®
Ah, the psychological section.  We can whip their bodies to a perfection of agony…but to really get under their skins we need to mess with their minds.  Yes, I do know you can flay the skin off, thank you Nancy.  I was speaking metaphorically.  Now I’ve lost my train of thought.  Where – ah yes.  Come this way.
Now – who knows what a phobia is?  That’s right.  It’s very odd, but even in today’s world, in which males have much to be frightened of, the irrational fear from a phobia can be stronger than the entirely sensible fear of an Owner’s displeasure.  The male mind is a strange, and rather broken, little thing.  Come over here and sit on these wooden boxes – I have a story to tell you.  Is everyone sitting down?  I know, it’s a little uncomfortable, we really ought to see about getting some cushions put in this room.  But we’re OK for now, aren’t we?
Well, about fifteen years ago, FEMDOM scientists found that phobias can be induced.  They took some of the work that had been done back in the bad old days when males were running free, and turned it around.  Hypnotherapy and aversion therapy had developed some techniques for allowing people to control their phobias.  With some adaptation, the same techniques could be turned round and phobias could be heightened.  Do you see?  So a male with a mild irrational fear of something could have it ramped up to the point where he becomes a gibbering wreck of fear.  Isn’t that lovely?
Who knows what the word ‘claustrophobia’ means?  That’s right.  Now I want you each to have a very close look at the wooden box you’re sitting on.  You see the air holes?  Bend down and have a listen.  If you can’t hear anything at first, try whispering “Would you like me to let you out”.  Hmmm?  Everyone hear something?  That’s right – whimpering, and frantic whispered begging.  You are each sitting on a highly claustrophic male, a fully-grown adult, all packed up into a ball and squeezed into a little box.  They are in a constant cold sweat of terror – it’s remarkable, unlike repeated exposure through aversion therapy, they don’t seem to adapt to the constant confinement at all.  They’re as terrified now as the day they first saw the open boxes waiting to receive them.  We had some struggles with them then, I can tell you!
The odd thing is that we can only induce ‘traditional’ phobias.  In a separate facility on the ninth floor, there are some males who are terrified of heights, for example.  And just over there, in that glass box – well it’s hard to see inside, but you can hear the screaming and those of you who aren’t the least bit arachnophobic might want to try to peer through the cobwebs.  Rather you than me, I must say – they give me the creeps.  We can induce any existing phobia.  But we can’t just make boys phobic about anything we like.  Not yet, anyway – but that’s what we’re working on now. 
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?  Imagine having a male with a crushing phobia about some ordinary household item – your keys, perhaps, or a spoon, and you could just produce it from your pocket whenever you wanted.  Or a phobia about a word – say ‘bananas!’ and they collapse in terror.  Such fun.  But what we’re really working on is trying to induce a phobia to a specific person.  Wouldn’t that be something?  Imagine owning a male whose greatest fear, above everything in the world, is…you.
We’ll get there eventually.  Isn’t scientific progress wonderful?
There’s so much more in our psychology section too.  I’d love to show you the male maids who’ve been induced with obsessive compulsive disorder so they just have to keep on cleaning!  But we must press on – it’s time to see how FEMDOM is doing good deeds all around the world.  Follow me – but don’t forget to say goodbye to your boxed males first, to make sure they know you’re leaving.  They’re terrified of being abandoned!

Did you know that the Faculty gets through over ten miles of duct tape each year?  Amazing but true.  Useful stuff, duct tape.

Powerstump 4000®
Gather round me, please girls.  Now of course, these days we all need to be concerned about the environment.  Millennia of male rule have resulted in severe damage to this planet of ours.  Things are better than they were, but we shouldn’t just concentrate on retribution for the male race.  Their collective punishment for the destruction is important, and it’s something we can all help with.  It will take centuries at least until they have suffered enough for what was done, so every little helps.  But environmentalism is about more than whipping boys with organically farmed birch twigs: it’s about repairing the damage they’ve done, and safeguarding the future as well.
I expect you’re too young, but I can just remember how bad things had become before the revolution brought sense back to the relationship between the sexes.  Most goods used to go by lorry – imagine!  What’s that?  No, Dorothy, the lorries had internal combustion engines using diesel.  Filthy stuff.  Well, you see those were more primitive times: they didn’t have slave-power in those days.  I know, it’s hard to imagine.  You still see a few lorries actually, although now of course they have modern propulsion units, sometimes all chained together in teams of up to thirty.  But the reopening of the canals was the biggest step forward.  It’s so lovely to watch a full barge moving serenely through the English countryside, with no foul fumes or spluttering motor: just the sound of the water slapping against the side, the flick and crack of the whips, and the gasps of the slaves on the tow-path.
And the clean energy revolution continues!  Slaves are the ultimate renewable power source: break one, it can be broken up and returned to the soil, to grow crops to feed more slaves.  Modern researchers are finding that slave power plants can be used in all sorts of activities where previously they were thought too cumbersome to operate.  This, for example, is our latest miniaturized power plant – just three feet high.  By removing the legs at just the right point, we achieve just the right balance of weight and motive power.  Cut too low down and the slave is just too big to fit into the engine.  Too high up and his little stumps don’t move fast enough to turn the driveshaft.  But if you chop them off in just the right place, you have a compact power unit that you can pack up and use anywhere.
You might yawn, Eliza, but I can tell you – this little device saves lives.  Emergency relief organizations are queuing up to buy them to deploy in disaster areas, or aid agencies to install them in the Third World.  Sometimes, we at FEMDOM like to know that our products are serving a humanitarian purpose.  Every time I see a discarded pair of legs cut to just the right point, I know that someone somewhere has a chance of a better life.  It’s inspiring.
Then there’s heavy metal pollution to think about too.  No, I’m not talking about those disgraceful bands that play such awful loud music and dismember males live on stage.  No – in the soil and in the plants, there are heavy metal residues from the primitive use of industrial machinery.  Left untended, they can become concentrated further up the food chain as plants draw up their nutrients, eventually harming birds and animals.  We breed slaves with a particular affinity for various metal compounds.  When they eat the soil – like this, you can see here some contaminated soil being forced into this one’s throat (for some reason we can’t overcome the gagging reflex and anyway it’s amusing to watch) – the heavy metal compounds are extracted, and collect in their own bodies, where they can’t damage anyone.  Well, no one who matters.  Eventually they cause the collapse of one more other major organs, we dispose of the dead or dying slave in a furnace, and the resulting contaminated ash is encased in glass and permanently removed from the environment.
And so we have reached the end of this little tour.  Thank you – thank you very much.  I enjoyed it too.  I hope you found it fun – but I hope you learned some things too.  Here at FEMDOM, we’re trying to create the future: to make the world a better place, ever more fun and more comfortable for women all over the world, and ever more painful and unpleasant for males.
But really, it’s you that are the future and we never forget that.   The sweet, sadistic young girl looking wide-eyed at some of our toys here today might become the brilliant scientist who invents new ways of inflicting agony for the benefit of all womankind.  There are things we can do to males today that would have been inconceivable just ten years ago.  I’m confident that boys born today can look forward to a future more hellish than any of us can now imagine.  And it’ll be your generation who creates that future.
FEMDOM – We have seen the future.  And it hurts.
That concludes the tour.  If you have a male with you that you would like personalized as a memento of your visit, just bring it to the apparatus over there where the irons are already hot.  Or you could buy one of our customized males, to take home with you.  The gift shop is to your right.  Feel free to try out any of the products, but remember our strict rule: you break him, you buy him.
I hope to see you all again very soon.

Fiction: Misappliance of science – Part 1

Good morning girls! Welcome to the Faculty of Experimental Methodologies for Disciplining and Oppressing Males (FEMDOM). My name is Ms Lisa, and I’ll be accompanying you on your tour today. I’m sure we’ll see many things of interest, and there might even be a few laughs on the way. But do remember at all times that this is a working research facility, carrying out important work in the field of male subjugation. Please try to stay on the path at all times. In some areas of the facility, hard hats and protective coats will be issued to all female visitors and you are strongly advised to wear them.

FEMDOM was founded* just after the Male Citizenship and Private Property Act** came into effect, to conduct fundamental R&D in the exciting new field of female domination. At that time, you know, there weren’t even any university courses in it! So the founders were true pioneers, and a lot of what we now know about hurting males was discovered right here, in those early years. We really like to think that a lot of the things we take for granted today that make boys’ lives miserable wouldn’t be around if it wasn’t for the work done here.

It is important that young girls understand that science can be fun as well as being serious.  That’s why the Instuitute has a hands on area where visitors can experiment for themselves, in a safe and fun environment.

It’s a self-funding facility. None of your mothers’ taxes are used to pay for this research. At the start, we got our income mainly from breeding and selling slaves. With today’s glut in the slave market, we wouldn’t make much that way, but now we have products out there for which there’s a real consumer demand – and we’re patenting more all the time. I expect all your slaves have real-time tracking implants? The basic technology was developed here. And if you’ve ever rubbed Stingercreme® into a boy’s eyes – ah I see some nods there – well, then you’ve used one of our products.


This way – the tour begins. Now, as teenage girls I expect you all have the very latest fashion in whips. Oh, don’t try to tell me about it, I know nothing about fashion. A whip is a whip as far as I’m concerned. But I suppose you wouldn’t dream of being seen out without one of those blue transparent plastic ones that…what’s that? Well, yes I suppose I am ‘so last year’. What is ‘in’ then? Good lord, really? Well, all right. You might all be in the height of fashion with your cute little diamante Dior whips …but I’ll bet you have never seen a whip like – this.

No, it’s not much to look at, but would someone like to give it a go? Here you are – there are some males just along there for testing purposes. Try to find a reasonably unwhipped bit of flesh and give it a good crack. There. What do you think of that? Feel free to have a go, all of you, with your cute fashion-whips, I can tell you, you won’t match that welt in a hurry. See? No, Susan, it’s not a particularly sensitive slave – look, you struck him in almost exactly the same place with your own whip, and the mark is puny by comparison.
Now, you can see that there’s nothing very  –

 – if you can all just stop whipping the boys for a moment? Please? Just for a? –

– there really will be plenty of opportunities for –  Thank You.

Now, there’s nothing very different about this whip to look at, in fact next to yours it looks downright dowdy. But if you looked at it under a microscope, you’d see a little saw-tooth pattern all over it. Here – draw your finger over the surface – gently, we don’t want anyone to get hurt! Feels a little like pins and needles, doesn’t it? Well when it’s wielded firmly, those microscopic teeth grab and cut and pull at the male’s flesh, down to a millimetre below the surface and it’s as if every single pain receptor is being individually whipped to perfection.

Protective gloves must be worn when working with the WhipSmart® material, as the slightest touch can sting the skin to create a burning sensation lasting for days.

We call it WhipSMart®. This whip will revolutionise industrial production. We ran some experiments in one of the textile factories around here. Do you know, they managed to get their slaves working 25% harder, while having to deal out only half the number of strokes as before? We tried it in an engineering firm too. They’d been using a blowtorch when they really needed to get their workers to go all-out, and of course eventually that damaged the slaves. Not to mention the fire hazard it caused. After our demonstration, the slaves were begging for the blowtorch to come back!

It will go on sale shortly. I carry one already. Who knows – maybe for the first time in my life, I’ll be ahead of the fashion!

The KeepHim Safe®

Now, over this way we are developing something very interesting. Long-term secure slave storage. Just pop a slave in here and he’ll keep for years without any supervision. If he – what’s that? Well, I know most people don’t want to store slaves. I agree, especially now they’re ten-a-penny. We didn’t always live in such a throw-away culture, though. You wouldn’t understand because you’re too young. But some older ladies, maybe those that married before the revolution, when men were still considered people – some of them are quite attached to their former husbands.

Well, you might all look shocked but you know just 30 years ago that wasn’t so surprising. Doesn’t anyone have a father that your mother keeps around, for sentimental reasons? No? Or maybe a grandfather? Yes – that’s more like it.

Well, like your grandmothers, my mother still keeps my father around: in the attic in an old cage she had him build up there. She’s seventy-three and of course she has younger slaves for looking after the house, and for playing with (oh yes, even old ladies like to get the whip out from time to time!). She doesn’t need him, and sometimes I’ve tried to persuade her to just get rid of the smelly old thing. But she’s attached to him, says it would be like throwing her wedding photographs out. It’s a nuisance making sure he’s fed and watered all the time, and once she nearly lost him by accident when she went on holiday and forgot to make arrangements. So – this is the answer. The KeepHim Safe®.

As you can see, it’s a bit like a sleeping bag, but made of sturdy thick rubber. It’s padded inside and waterproof. I wonder – Ms Chalmers – could you just help me demonstrate on a boy? Yes – that one will be fine. Now, as you can see, girls, Miss Chalmers is attaching the pipes at the bottom first. Those take away the excrement, and that tube fits tightly over his penis for the wee, and also prevents any other little accidents. Then his legs and arms are wrapped up in this soft bubblewrap…then this tube goes into his mouth.

That’s right, Alice, it does go a long way in. It runs right down into his stomach, so the food and water goes straight in, ensuring nothing drips out of his mouth. So then the mouth can be sealed securely around it…so. Breathing tubes in the nose – that’s always a fiddly bit but it’s quite important to get it right. Then pull the bubblewrap round here, so it’s just bulging out a little, then zip it all shut and pop this padlock on…

…like so, and there’s no danger of him moving a muscle. This backpack thing is the little box of tricks where all the pipes go – switch on here, and he’s all set.

Well, obviously there’s not much to see after that.  Ever.

Now this is interesting because er… oh I’m so sorry.  This is just a couple of staff relaxing in the lounge.  No science going on here just at the moment.  Let’s move on.

It’s very economical. We can run food and water on one, two or three cycle mode. That’s because slaves are very wasteful – their waste products still contain useful nutrients. We can set it automatically to cycle the waste through a second, or even a third time before it delivers fresh food. There are no set times for feeding or evacuation, by the way – it’s more like a constant oozing. Round and round.  Round and round…

On some models, there is an electric shock setting, which can deliver shocks to various body parts at a random intervals, on an average frequency set by the user. You can also programme it to deliver the majority of shocks overnight, on the Economy 7 tariff. So it’s not too extravagant, and it does give you peace of mind to stop you worrying that the boy might be happy. But this is the basic model – just keeps the boy warm, fed and alive. And in one place, obviously. We’re hoping these might find a use as emergency slave supplies storage, for example sitting ready to ship to disaster areas when there’s an urgent need for a lot of manual labour. But we’re still exploring all the possibilities really.

What’s that? Well this model was only completed last year, so of course it’s not been tested beyond twelve months. But we’re confident it could run without a hitch for ten years if need be. We have earlier models that have been loaded for just over five years, and we have about a 70% survival rate there – which is pretty good for a prototype, we feel. We’ve just put an eighteen year-old into one of these new models, and we’ve stored it away to bring out at FEMDOM’s 100th birthday party in 72 years time. Hoping to bring out a ninety year-old slave! Yes – I know it’s a horrible thought. But we’ll dispose of him quite quickly, it’ll really just be a PR device to show off the model’s capability.

Boring? Yes, I suppose it will be. But when you think of the things that might otherwise be happening to him on the outside, he’s rather lucky really.

An example of the high technology precision instruments available in the facility.

Come along, there’s much more to see. Let’s visit the biology section, as I think you’ll find that very educational. Oh – don’t look like that. I promise you, this is nothing like a school biology lesson. Follow me, and don’t touch anything.

A lecture on genetics and evolution

Now, inside us, what makes us what we are, are things called genes. It’s because of my genes that I have blue eyes and –

 – Can you pay attention please? ‘Rachel’ is it? Well, it is because of your genes that you have your beautiful amber eyes, Rachel, so do try to keep them open!

Genes determine a lot of things: what you like to eat, who you choose as your girlfriend, even little things like whether you prefer Brie or Cheddar cheese, or you like your males screaming or gagged when you punish them. All living things have genes. We have a set of genes that makes us differ from each other a bit, but also makes us people; unlike chimps, lizards, males or daffodils.

Yes, that’s right. Males are genetically quite distinct from us. Research into the ‘Y’ chromosome – which males have and we do not – has identified genes for clumsiness, for stupidity, for arrogance and for laziness.

But nature is a wonderful creator of balance. Our own double-X chromosomes dispose us towards command, control and also give us a healthy streak of cruelty. For millennia, females’ sadistic nature was ignorantly repressed. Women who punished men were regarded as unusual, sick even. But now we understand that a desire to inflict pain on males is natural: an innocent desire just like an appetite for delicious food, an appreciation of beauty or the love of another woman.

Using evolutionary principles of the survival of the fittest, institute scientists have for some time now been trying to evolve men who can breathe underwater – so far, it has to be admitted, without success.

We females and males are yin and yang, the hammer and the anvil, the hawk and the mouse, the hot iron and the flesh. We need to punish them to be fully human, and they need punishment to be useful and fulfilled.

Male inferiority is simply a scientific fact. For example, consider the male genitalia. Yes, I know it’s disgusting. But really, just think how wonderfully well-designed they are for their purpose. The testicles hang neatly outside the body, affording easy access for dominant females. Yet, they are more sensitive than any other part of the male body, and as you no doubt all know, even a relatively gentle tap with any instrument can result in a gratifyingly agonized response. Human male testicles are considerably larger than those of the other great apes, so there’s plenty to work with.

Now, creationists make a lot of this: they say that male testicles being so perfectly suited to our desire to hurt them shows the Goddess’s hand as a supernatural creator. But most scientists just see it as another beautiful proof of evolution. Current scientific thinking is that as humans developed a two-legged posture, the use of knees on male testicles became particularly easy and males with more sensitive and exposed testicles would have an evolutionary advantage, being more willing to submit themselves to wiser female direction. So, those with more sensitive testicles thrived under female control, while those with less sensitive ones did their own thing – and probably got run over by mammoths, or fell off cliffs and suchlike. So – the latest scientific thinking is that the testicles evolved as they are, essentially to be punished.

Indeed, some biologists believe that humans’ upright posture itself actually evolved to allow easier punitive access to the testicles, as well as positioning the buttocks perfectly for the use of correctional tools. And also, you might like to know, some believe that our opposable thumb and tool-using capabilities evolved primarily in order to wield instruments of correction on male buttocks. Imagine yourselves back in Africa a million years ago, on the very day when some brilliant apelike human gazed down at a stick on the ground and conceived of using it for whipping the buttocks of some uncooperative male. The dawn of womankind! But I digress.

Are we still evolving? No, almost certainly not. Evolution works through natural selection, and in today’s comfortable world, with so many machines, modern medicines and slaves, the pressures that drive natural section are absent. People will remain much as they are – which is pretty perfect anyway. But males are probably still evolving. Of course, not much happened until the female-led revolution restored the natural order of things 30 years ago. But now, with the widespread use of remote electric shock devices, the two-legged posture is no longer needed to allow testicular access, and of course most owners prefer their slaves to spend a lot of time on all fours…so males are almost certainly reverting to quadrupedal status.

What can she mean?  Find out next time, for this story is…

Under pressure from animal rights groups, the facility has been seeking to develop human male (humale) alternatives to domesticated animals.  Success has been mixed.  The humale version of the pig has already been replacing animals in farms across the country.  The development of horses is proceeding well, although there is still some way to go.  But researchers have to report that there has been almost no progress at all in replacing the cow with a humale alternative at this stage.  The volume of milk produced is very low and the taste simply awful.

*Under its original name, the British Institute of Technology for Caring and Healing – a name chosen supposedly to hide its true purposes, without much success.

**Historical note.  A landmark piece of legislation, in the post-revolutionary era, the Male Citizenship and Private Property Act, as its title implies, removed citizenship from men and redefined them as private property.

Complex inferiority

Domme finds man in woods helps him
If they don’t get watered they wither and die quite quickly, I understand

The cane hurts more the second time around
One of those days when nothing goes right… we’ve all had them.  The best thing to do when it’s all over is go to bed, lie gingerly on your front and just sob yourself to sleep as the welts throb with pain.  That’s what I usually do, anyway.

Hold very still
An easy misunderstanding to make.  Possibly you wouldn’t have let her tie you to this chair with your legs apart if you’d heard correctly – but, hey, c’est la vie, right?

Very excellent website with a free trailer for every one of the many many videos.  And isn’t she simply stunning?  Sorry – haven’t got anything more amusing to say than that.  Just…wow.  Where’s she been all my life? (well, growing up, presumably).

Luckily you have two scrubbing brushes, one for each hand.  Isn’t that nice?

Femdom laughs but the joke will soon be on her
Oh, what a sexy scene will play out here!  You’ll repeat your claim, then she’ll giggle and make a playful grab for your trousers, and a hilarious, sexy struggle will ensue until finally you both fall on the bed, and she tugs your trousers off to reveal your full glory and then…well it’s up to you.  You’re out on the landing with no trousers and the door slammed behind you.  Wait there for morning or scurry off home? (Yes, it’s another one of those dates…but we’ve all been there, right? Right?  Oh, OK, maybe it’s just me.)

Holy orders

..which shall be obeyed without question.

But is he willing to spend the whole night on his knees scrubbing the floor after a party, so it’s all lovely and clean when Mistress wakes up?  He is?  Damn.

The chap in the gas mask there should just thank his lucky stars that she hasn’t got one that goes up to eleven.

I don’t want you to get the impression that they simply beat him until he he gave in.  There was an element of that, obviously, but they also showed him that his assertion that the kebabs ‘tasted like dogfood’ was actually factually incorrect, after which he was of course eager to make amends in any way.

It’s not often appreciated how hard life can be for a lady looking like this, as she finds everwhere that men (and quite a few women) react to her in a sexual way.  I am glad to make clear that this blog supports no such sexist ideas.  Not that I’m in favour of equality between the sexes, you understand.  Actually, I can’t abide men’s lib.

He knows, because he’s tried several times and although you can’t see them from this angle, that baldy head has two lovely bar-shaped bruises on it to prove it.

Some people assume that being made to eat the food in the OWK prison is a punishment.  Over the course of several days without, they come to realise they were wrong.

Full of grace

(well, aren’t they?)

Dominatrices in prison cell give you directions
Probbaly best to thank them for the directions, and apologise for taking their time.  Politely.  Very politely indeed.

Captioned image of sexy female soldier making you strip
There’s something particularly erotic about a woman who is actually allowed to shoot you, don’t you think?

A Slovakian, a Slovenian and a Slavonian walk into a bar...
I’m sure that humour can help to decrease tensions in all sorts of social situations.  Just not this one.

Hey – here’s one.  What do you call a sissy with one ankle tied up to ‘her’ balls?  Eileen!

Thank you, thank you.  I’ll be here all week.

Caption femdom daughter likes her privacy
You want to respect her privacy, and let her find her own way of growing up.  But you have to say something.  That miniskirt is way too short!
You should be grateful.  Many men never get any fellatio.   

Contemplating the Divine: not as good as it used to be.

At the risk of alienating readers by going into re-runs, I thought I might offer an even more embarassing insight into my deviant little mind by presenting my top 10 favourite captioned images from (over 200!) posted in the three months this blog has been going.

I’d be interested to know whether others like the same ones or have different interests.

There are some things I just don’t do, though.  Attentive readers will have noticed that in none of these pictures are the ladies unclothed or engaged in any explicit sexual acts (except kissing their lesbian lovers).  Nothing wrong with that, but it’s just not my kink, as they say, so don’t even ask.

I love the smiles on their faces, their happiness at dispensing extreme violence…  Having grown up during the Cold War, I also occasionally marvel at the fact that the OWK, which so perfectly acted out my sexual fantasies (and added a few more), was the product of a former Communist state.  Presumably some of those haughty OWK ladies grew up as good little Young Pioneers learning about Marx and Lenin…an extraordinary thought.

Like the previous one, but in a more traditional femdom setting, I just adore the unforced and surely genuine laughter so evident on the dommes’ faces.  I don’t know what had made them laugh so much, but it could well be something like the situation described in my caption.


More carefree, happy and powerful women.  This time schoolgirls!  No further explanation needed of what I like about this one, I hope?  Some scarier alpha female schoolgirls here

OK, total contrast. She looks quite serious, doesn’t she?  Cruella played a hugely important role in my sexual development. It was stunning partly for the higher production values than other magazines on the market, also for the greater degree of violence, being prepared for example to present castration fantasies.  Their later video work seems to me more formulaic (although there are many gems) but this is an image from one of the very first magazines, presenting the notional editor ‘Victoria’.  I loved it then and I love it now.  Isn’t she magnificent?  This is my other favourite Cruella image from those years.  Oh, and, er, so is this.

This is a common theme of mine, especially around chastity: trying to ‘normalise’ the situation as much as possible.  When my captioned ladies discuss chastity, they don’t leer or cackle manically, they simply present it as something that’s part of normal life. Decisions that for you are of crucial, breath-holding importance are made in an utterly offhand way (“An orgasm darling?  Oh, I really don’t think so.  Maybe next month…or is that when we’re having the decorators in?  Maybe two months’ time.”) 

Yes!  Jane Austen day!  I do like to do things that are a little outside the mainstream of femdom porn.  I am proud to say that I am now the top Google result for ‘Jane Austen femdom’ and the only Google result for the phrase “Hot chicks in empire-line dresses”.  There’s glory.

Dominant ladies don’t have to be evil, sneering tormentresses. In this one, the humiliation comes from the fact that she is trying very hard not to humiliate you.  If you see what I mean.  Works for me, anyway.  This one uses a similar idea in a more sexual context.

Such a wonderful, scary, unsmiling expression.  It needed a serious caption to match it.

So, at the risk of over-analysing, this is about the arbitrary nature of the power exchange in the femdom relationship.  She is not the teacher because she knows more than you do, but simply because she is an attractive young woman with a cane and you are…well, whatever you are.  And if she says it’s spelt “potatoe” that is how you will spell it.

Incidentally, I have regular maths lessons with the lady above.  That’s why there are 12 images in this ‘top 10’ list.

I don’t know if the mainstream meme that subbie males are more likely than average to be high-achievers is true.  I suspect there’s a selection bias resulting from the cost of visiting pro-dommes, for one thing.  But I like the idea of a hugely successful man being recognised as totally successful in that field of life by a domme, but it counting for nothing in the role she wants him to play.  Hence the Nobel Prize winner.

As far as I can tell from pageviews and search results, this is the single most popular captioned image on this blog.  You seem to like it.  What I like (akin to the call centre chastity picture earlier) is the contrast between the quiet reasonableness of her tone and the horror of the situation she’s discussing.  Sure – it’s an important decision whether to castrate you.  Also, she has important decisions to take about how to redecorate the back bedroom, you know?  It’s not the only important decision in her life.

OK, well I try to subvert femdom conventions at times.  This one might be a little too contrived.  But the notion of humiliation that goes beyond play-acting, that strikes at the real heart of your self-esteem (because is it really demeaning to pay or seduce someone to let you pretend to be her maid?) is quite exciting.  For example, it’s exciting to think of a domme deleting all of my postings and computer files, to teach me a lesson.  I also like the change in perspective that comes in the third paragraph.  Oh hell, it’s not a work of literature.  I just thought it was funny…

I’ve also been posting stories here.  Most are intended to be funny, some are rather silly parodies, for example of a 1970s BBC science programme.  Others are ‘humorous’ vignettes featuring a thinly-disguised version of my Significant Other (pro, wonderful!) and Her friend, which I originally wrote to amuse Her.  And a few impossible medical transformations of slaves.  However, I have posted just one which is serious and my impression is that that is far and away the most popular of all.  It certainly appears to be, from the page views.  So maybe I’m on the wrong track with all this ‘humour’.  But the silly ideas come easily, the serious ones take work.  Any reader feedback on this is welcome.

Can’t get it up as often as I used to

Well, I have a new job that I probably need to take a bit more seriously than the old job, so I think the rate of posting (and the creation rate of new foolishness) will have to fall. I expect to be updating a couple of times a week from now on, instead of the daily service you have come to expect.

It’s going to be hard to get out of the habit, and if any lady readers have any tips, tricks and ideas on how my pervy thoughts could possibly be restrained and repressed for much of the week, any slips corrected and my attention kept firmly on my work, I’d love to hear them.

Oops…was that a stray pervy thought, right there?

Three dominatrices and a very sorry Dave
They each have a key, and the cage doesn’t open unless all three locks are released.  Their meetings were such fun at first, but they’re losing interest now and it’s rare for the three to get together more than once or twice a year.

Captioned image of a spanking bride
She’s got nothing to worry about.  Her mother left a little gift for her that she’ll discover on her wedding night – a simple little thing but it should make Alan shriek and beg in just the way he should. 

Dominatrix applies a second coat of welts
She tried to find out who it was had already started on her slave, but unfortunately the slave’s head is tied to the wall so he didn’t see.  Could have been any one of a number of women…

Femdom wife keeps you in for a spanking
It’s just for today, though.  She’s told Phil you can definitely join them tomorrow evening, so they’ll all be waiting for you and they’ll probably want to hear all about how it went.  That’s something to look forward to, isn’t it?

Femdom doesnt believe in getting too friendly with her slaves
It’s a good idea not to get too friendly with slaves anyway, as it can be heartbreaking when you have to gte rid of them to make way for new, younger specimens.

I worship her divine shadow

I am sorry to disappoint any Googlers seeking Lexx-related material after that title…I just thought it fitting for the theme of my blog.  But admirers of Xev, or Zev are really quite likely to enjoy what they find here.

And anyone who does like the material in this blog, who has no idea what I am talking about, has somehow missed out on the perviest science fiction TV show ever, and really needs to go and have a look.  Especially this episode.

Anyway, that’s that and now this is this:

Captioned image of femdom who gives but does not receive
She doesn’t actually approve of corporal punishment.  But she finds it does get the dishes washed and the clothes ironed, so she is prepared to make an exception in your case.

Femdom heroine returns and wants her boots licked clean
And when she gets you home, I hope you’ll be doing your patriotic duty and helping to take away all that built-up tension and aggression.  Just bend over and think of England.

Femdom stepsister puts a strap to good use
I’ve heard that Nicole will shortly be getting married.  It does mean she’ll have less time for Vincent, as she’ll have a husband to look after, a husband who she feels will need a lot of attention at first.  But she has a friend who is taking a great interest in Vincent, so who knows, perhaps the wedding bells will be ringing for two rosy-cheeked bridegrooms?

Raouls back bigger and badder thane ever
Makes a change from buying tampons, I suppose.

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