Month: July 2017

To make our dreams come true (1)

It’s that time again. The sun is out, the beach awaits, the flights and luxury hotel are all booked… Two weeks away from work, home, day to day cares…


Fortunately, I have just enough time before She drops me off at the kennels on her way to the airport to load up the old Blogger schedule with a post every day.  Clearing out some of the backlog of unpublished captions.  Three oldies but… well, if they were goodies they’d have been published before, I guess, but three oldies anyway, every day for two weeks.


I will not be responding to comments during this time. Not, for once, out of prohibition on answering back, but I understand the kennels don’t have wi-fi.


Just the art, for art’s sake.



Abject-oriented


I’m definitely going to have words with them about it when they visit!  I expect that won’t be long.  They’re very affectionate… in their way.

I might have a few thoughts about ironing?  And obedience to women? But I guess those will survive the treatment.
Yes you do. You know you do. You’re probably doing it right now.  Pervert. (That is kind-of what the blog’s for, after all)

I’m not following.  I’m just walking here, enjoying the view.  I expect if I just explain that, it’ll all turn out all right.


It’s actually a simple enough operation to remove it. The only problem is it’s tuned to detect such thoughts, so you’d be rolling around on the floor in agony before you could even pick up the phone to a doctor to arrange it.


Historical behaviour

Mmmm… So, acting on numerous readers’ requests I fired up the old time portal to try to grab a few more glimpses from our future.  But regular ‘readers’ of this blog will know that my time machine is about as effective and reliable as everything else I possess and this time it seems to have veered off into the past.  The dial flicked between the 1930s and the nineteenth century, before breaking off and rolling into a corner of the cellar where my chain isn’t long enough to reach, so I’m afraid I have no idea when these originated.


I have a feeling this has happened before, though.  Long, long ago….



Mission critical

More from the only superhero movie ever where the main character is actually believeable.  I mean – Superman? A male, being brave and fighting for truth and justice?  Come on… they can do amazing things with CGI but there’s a limit to how far disbelief can be suspended.   I suppose The Dark Knight Rises was a pretty good movie but I couldn’t understand why they gave the character played by Christian Bale so much screentime. 


So – Wonder Woman, obviously.  Spoilers follow.  If you haven’t seen the movie already, you’re going to need to close this web page, go to Max Fisch or somewhere like that to find a domme near you who does judicial caning and book yourself in for a 24-stroke session, OK? Then just go and see the damn movie, moron.

Right, so if you’re down here, I guess you’ve already seen it.  A lot of the plot is quite predictable, of course, but I think any responsible blog will try to avoid spoilers where possible. I mean, that scene where Steve is supposed to be Diana’s servant in the German officer’s club and she has to cane him just to maintain their cover?  If you knew that was coming, it wouldn’t have half the shock value. Or the post-credits scene, where you see how the Amazons dealt with the German soldiers who survived the attack on Themyscira?  Or even the electrified strap-on joke.  I could go on…


But one of the themes of the plot, that I think works pretty well, is the tension between Steve and Diana as their mission progresses.  Sure, they’re both on the track of General Ludendorff, but they don’t share exactly the same objectives and that tension comes to the surface sometimes, as Steve tries to get Diana to do things his way.  Good luck with that, boy – Amazon princess, remember? Anyway, those interactions are some of my favourite human moments in the movie, so I’ve tried to get the dialogue down to the best of my ability and put them into a few captions.


Sorry about the change from the normal theme of this blog, but not everything can be femdom porn, you know?*

(*I will admit this blog is essentially devoted to proving that almost anything can be femdom porn, though).


















Finally, I think it’s really interesting that very nearly the same tension was present between the actors themselves on set.  Do you think Chris and Gal were influenced by the movie’s own themes?  Or did the scriptwriters watch the interaction between the two stars and get some ideas, as filming progressed?  I expect we’ll never know.  But this little snippet, captured from some behind the scenes filming on the set, gives just a hint of some of the clashes of creative vision that went on:

I’d certainly pay to see that.




Realism in BDSM

Occasionally I get comments from ‘readers’ objecting to a lack of realism in some of my captioned images.  And although, obviously, I like to claim that everything depicted here is true to life, that’s what my Significant Other likes to term ‘a lie’ and I know what happens to little boys who lie, don’t I? Yes I do.

….


Sorry, where was I?  I started thinking about something else.


Oh yes!  Realism. Right, well I have the perfect excuse because just over there to the right, in the blog-blurb written on the very first day of this blog’s existence (January 2011…oh, I was young, carefree, innocent), I make quite clear that everything here is a total fantasy (I’m not really called ‘Servitor’, I don’t own a computer and I actually can’t speak English, as it happens), so there and yah boo, I win the argument!


However, I recognise that there are those who like their kink a bit more on the realistic side, so in total contradiction to everything I’ve ever said on the subject, here are some captioned images that try to capture aspects of femdom as it’s practised in the real world.











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