Month: August 2024

Cruel summer (6)

Servitor here, quickly logging on (taking a well-earned but not well-regarded break from all those holiday activities – washing bikinis, washing everyone’s feet at the beach shower, clearing up all the empty beer bottles when the guys are in bed with my SO… all that kind of thing). Anyway, just to say that I see some posts are going up late and out of order – this is the ‘known’ missed scheduler problem with WordPress apparently. Anyway, if one post seems to be missing don’t worry: I’ll get it up eventually, as I said on our wedding night. But this time it’s true. No time to respond to the comments – apparently the queue for the ladies’ beach loo is getting long and my SO has offered my services to help out, so I’d better go. But I will, in due course. Right, time for some ‘special’ holiday cocktails…

Cruel summer

Servitor’s off on holiday and as is traditional, there’ll be at least three captioned images a day, no context or any kind of theme and probably no replies until I’m back late in August (I’ll try to look in once or twice, but you know what it’s like when you’re on holiday – even the smallest work-related thing can somehow spoil a day you’d planned to devote entirely to line-writing or whatever).

Beach-slapped

Servitor will soon be going on holiday – no more hours of toil chained up in a laundry room in a dark cellar in a town house for me, for the next couple of weeks I’ll be doing my hours of unpaid labour chained up in the laundry room of a luxury holiday villa! As is now traditional, there will be daily posts with captioned images without context, comment, replies to comments or point. But to warm things up, today’s post is holiday-themed.

That’s one of the nice things about being on holiday: the way you sometimes have to find a way without the things you’re used to. Like… one time I booked this villa that didn’t have wi-fi or any kind of Internet access, so my SO and her friends just spent the time beating me savagely for my blunder, instead of going online.
In general you don’t need any preparations different from visiting any other country, but do be aware that certain kinds of injuries are excluded from the health insurance.
Speech rules and frequent use of the gag do tend to result in one’s conversational skills atrophying. But you won’t hear me complain.
In case you’re maybe thinking this is an unfair over-reaction, I should explain that it’s not just Paul’s lacklustre oral sex performance the previous night that’s led them to feed him alive to the snakes. Or the wild dogs, whatever. No: it’s been a few things over the last few days. Not enough gin in Lydia’s cocktail, too much in Suzie’s… that almost-sulky look when instructed to move all of the deckchairs a little to the left, when he had just finished moving them a little to the right… that kind of thing. Plus, his ears stick out a bit making him look funny, as Yvonne rightly pointed out. So really, being torn apart by wild dogs (or having whatever snakes do, done to him) is what he deserves. Anyway, just relax and do the best job you can tonight, OK?
My apologies to any ‘readers’ who’ll have to declare they looked at a forbidden image and face the consequences. if you look really closely, you’ll find you cannot actually see any naughty bits. But then ‘looking really closely’ is forbidden by most sensible females too…
Some men complain once they’ve arrived about the brochure being misleading (quite apart from missing out the whole slavery thing, it does fail to reflect the full age profile of the resident females) but they usually realise the error of their ways quickly enough.

Corrigible

Maybe she needs to make them even more memorable.
I won’t give away the plot but when they turn the male over, there are footprints all over his back. Nothing unusual about that, obviously, but these footprints turn out to have been made by three different people, plus another male. Quite the mystery…
(curtsey)
Won‘t she feel a fool when she finally takes that hood off him and sees that she’s got the wrong man! But that won’t be for a very long time yet, almost at the end of what she has planned for ‘Richard’. She’ll be ever so embarassed, the poor thing.
Oddly, I’ve tried ‘it’s not my fault I’m a man’ on my SO and it cuts no ice – as she likes to say, is there anyone else in our relationship to blame for that? And I’m compelled to admit she’s right.
His kink is not her kink or legal.
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