Month: August 2018

Summer days, drifting away (1)

Annual ‘clear out the old captions while Servitor’s on holiday’ – fest!  To coin a snappy phrase. Three captioned images a day, no pointless little additional captions underneath them, and don’t even think about getting a reply to any comments, because it’s all queued up weeks in advance and I’m not here.


Ah… the azure waters of the Mediterranean await.  I’m going on a cruise around the Greek islands this year – in a traditional trireme, apparently!  My berth is on the middle deck and they promise exercise facilities supervised by attractive female crew members non-stop.  So that should be just the rest I’ve been looking for. Wish me luck – or don’t: I’ve already left anyway!





Try to see it Her way

…only time will tell if She is right or you are wrong.

Not do a good job at ‘good vigorous vanilla sex’?  Little chance of that, I can assure you!  Prepare for the best eleven seconds of your life, baby!




She later sold the house… said it contained too many memories.

If this blog is still going in three years, I guess this isn’t really going to work.

Looks like everyone’s having a slow, lazy afternoon.

She actually found it quite traumatic to watch, as she did the three she watched later on in the holiday.  But she bought the souvenir DVD anyway.

Speaking of holiday – I’m going off on one, fnarr fnarr.  So, usual CtD summer: with slightly faded but unused old captions published on a daily basis with minimal fuss.  Watch this space… but don’t forget to refresh your screen, or it’ll be a long dull summer for you.



Denagratrix

Thank goodness for modern anaesthetics




Speaking of modern anaesthetics, for those of you into extreme femdom violence, torture and castration, here’s a sweet little move clip I found.






I’m encouraged already, actually.



…and if I do?



You can download an app that’ll translate any length of text into morse code.  She discovered that the next day…


The annual performance reviews can be a bit brutal.


The strength of a woman


You know, I’ve forgotten what I was going to ask about now. Often happens.  Oh well.

Remarkably, with that sniper rifle she can give herself an orgasm with an man who is anything up to a kilometre away.

Medical opinion is divided on the advisability of gagging castration patients during their operations.  On the one hand, there are those who say it’s best to shut the bastards up; but on the other, there are surgeons who get off on the screaming.  The debate continues, in the medical journals.

First dates can often be a bit embarassing… just go with it.

Busy busy.


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