Lace and satin pressed against me. Musical link is, for once, reasonably related.
Take me, cut me to the bone
Month: January 2026
Well-managed relationships
Oh – a CtD post on a Thursday! Hmm, you say. Must be an extra, because Servitor is celebrating the blog’s fifteenth anniversary. And certainly not because silly Servitor messed up the dates in scheduling the posts and thought 29 January was a Friday and noticed too late to delete it, as Sam had already commented. No no no no no… So, yeah, an extra post, because Friday’s post hurriedly recscheduled from later in February will obviously come out as normal tomorrow.
They say the secret of a successful relationship is mutual respect. Which just goes to show how little ‘they’ know. She says the secret of a successful relationship is tyranny and fear and I really can’t disagree with her on that.
Straight talk
Today, as part of the 15th birthday celebrations, I am delighted to present an interview with an actual female supremacist! Please welcome Dr Lydia Hatchard, Emeritus Professor of Gender Studies at the University of West Sussex!
Servitor: Dr Hatchard: welcome to the blog.
Dr Lydia Hatchard: What the hell is this? When I agreed to do the interview, I was told this was a women’s rights blog. I’m not going to have anything to do with a porn site.
S: Well, err, Ma’am, I –
LH: Don’t call me Ma’am. It’s Dr Hatchard.
S: Oh, err, sorry, Dr Hatchard, Ma’am, sorry sorry, didn’t mean to call you –
LH: Most of your posts feature young women lounging around half-dressed, or uncomfortably constrained in tacky fetishistic costumes or absurd high heels and the like. Classic exploitative objectification of the female form for male titillation! And the captions focus on sexualised interactions in a way that denies agency – or any true personhood – to the supposedly female speakers who are just male fantasy stereotypes. It’s the most sexist thing I’ve ever seen.
S: Well, I…
LH: Heard of the Bechdel test? When do any of your captions feature two women talking about something other than a man? It’s just wank-fodder.
S: Of course, I can see that, but –
LH: Not to mention the repeated focus on feminine traits and traditional female ocupations as markers of shame. How can you claim to regard women as superior, if being treated as a woman is a humiliation?
S: Umm. I suppose, maybe, ummm, it could be seen as an ironic –
LH: Nonsense, you can’t just excuse sexism by waving your hand and saying ‘irony’, like those so-called comedians who ‘ironically’ tell old-fashioned sexist jokes.
S: No, I wasn’t trying to –
LH:And the homophobia! ‘Forced bi’? Really? I don’t know which is worse, regarding gay sexuality as a punishment, or making light of rape!
S: Uh, yes, I…
LH: And how come 99% of the women are white? Don’t you –
Ha ha – ahem! Wow… what a shame, it seems our Internet connection with Dr Hatchard has accidentally been cut. Just when the interview was going so well.
Still that was… ummm… well, that was illuminating. Challenging, perhaps, or a little, umm… humiliating, even. Yes, yes: humiliating, that’s the word. Mmmm. What a severe, stern, harsh lady she seems to be. Why, I can almost imagine her in a lecture room, striding around in high heels, wearing a strict blouse and pencil skirt, stopping to pick up an implement of correction and then lowering her glasses to look over them at the squirming males in her class, as she…she…
PS – On the ‘Bechdel test’ (“requiring a work to have at least two named women who have a conversation about something other than a man”), had I been quicker witted and more inclined to disagree with a member of the superior sex, I could have pointed out to Dr Hatchard that although it is true to say women on this blog often talk about men, it is very rare for males to speak at all, and I cannot think of a single caption I have done in which two males have had a conversation about anything other than a woman (usually one standing over the two of them with a whip). But I’m neither and didn’t.
PPS – A little bit of found femdom, for anyone who has made it this far down today’s tedious self-loathing post. What a lovely lady, to devote herself to supporting such a worthwhile cause.
Why are we still here?
It is fifteen years since this blog launched, with a post whose brilliantly creative title still dazzles across all these years: Why are we here?
That post does not feature among the best the blog has produced, but under the lash of my lovely overseer’s whip, I have quarried out a few milestones from each of the years this blog has managed, against all expectations and logic, to continue to exist.
Just to warn you about links to badly-formatted posts below… one of the least interesting milestones for this blog is that it transferred from Blogger to WordPress in 2023 because Google decided it was too naughty for ordinary people to see. So any posts before that were imported en masse using a WordPress tool. It worked reasonably well, but the formatting of text is awful, the resolution of images on the main pages is bad (click on them to see them properly) and although people’s comments are there, each post says there are zero comments.
OK? Not my fault if the old posts look crap. Blame Google. Right: on with the milestones.
2011 saw lots of firsts on this blog, obviously, since that was the year it started and it started in January. But June 2011 was the first post featuring actual heart-stopping beauty, Miss Hathaway (whom I disgracefully – against wishes she has repeatedly stated perfectly clearly – called Anne, not her preferred ‘Annie’). But that wasn’t her first appearance in the blog, as the Blogger version had a different layout, with a footer image, which was the lady herself, reclinging languidly (hence the reference in the linked post to looking down at the bottom of the page – this is the image).
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2011/06/captivating/
2012… oh what happened in 2012? Goodness, I can’t remember. I suppose, I was young, free and sing- … no, that’s not right. Young and fr-… no. OK, just young, then. Younger anyway. But then I was younger yesterday too, so what’s new? The caption below appeared in 2012. I like it.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2012/09/little-things-that-make-her-laugh-2/
2013 saw the appearance of Turning Points! Fresh and original at the time, tired and hackneyed today, like so much else in the blog and, if we’re honest, life. But it was good, for a bit, and still very occasionally is.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2013/09/turning-points/
2014 saw the first post in a series motivated by nostalgia for former days: OWK Ladies Remember. The original OWK ladies – not the modern visitors such as Mistresses Courtney, Ezada and Sophia, wonderful as they are all. Reminiscing to a supposed interviewer about the grand old days of weird hats, slaves with mad moustaches in concentration camp uniforms and frankly a career that the lovely ladies cannot reasonably have anticipated, as happy little Young Pioneers growing up under communism a few years before. And now here I am reminiscing about the OWK ladies reminiscing. I reckon nostalgia’s just not as good these days, have you noticed?
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2014/10/owk-memories/
Incidentally, 2014 also featured the generic Contemplating The Divine post, that anyone can use (or nowadays simply feed an AI) to churn this stuff out forever.
2015 featured lots of stuff, including one of my favourite science fiction themed captions, ever. I don’t know what it is about this one that… oh yes I do. Anyway, obviously there have been lots of science fiction captions, because I’m a sad little nerd who gets excited about space and aliens and an aficionado of the genre.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2015/07/like-lovers-do/
2016 saw an interesting departure for this blog, into the weird world of maledom / femsub play. Personally, I prefer my fantasies a little more realistic – I mean, if I tie a woman to my bed, to have my wicked way with her, how can she even unlock my chastity belt? And anyway, how would I find the time to dominate a woman with all that laundry still to be done? Be that as it may, I did one post featuring captioned images of submissive women and decided April 1st 2016 would be the perfect day to publish it. Back to ‘normal’ on April 2nd, obviously.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2016/04/female-submission-month/
2017… oh I don’t remember what I was doing in 2017. Looking at naughty pictures on the Internet and trying to think of captions, I expect, same as usual. I had previously published some pieces of advice, to subs and dommes or anyone foolish enough to think my opinion on anything might matter, really (of which this is my favourite) but in 2017 I published a travel guide for American subs visiting Europe that I still quite like. It needs updating, though… I’m sure there are some lovely strict dommes in Copenhagen who’d like nothing better than discussing Greenland with any visiting US patriot.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2017/08/if-its-friday-this-must-be-belgium/
2018 saw the outbreak of World War M. It’s been going on ever since.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2018/05/world-war-m/
2019 was mostly much the same as other years. It’s funny, it seems like almost every week my SO is kind enough to give me ‘a beating to remember’ but after a while they all merge into one hazy, vague screaming fit of desperate apologising, you know? Memory fails – and so do I, frequently. So here’s just one caption I found when perving around my 2019 posts, which I quite like. But then I like images of ladies wearing gymslips, you know? Rancid old creep that I am. Especially ladies who later successfully got two lots of alimony off a billionaire, like the lovely lady below (and here). Oh – and Debbie Harry. Obviously.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2019/05/penalty-and-repentance/
2020 was a strange year. There was that thing going on, remember? Yeah, that was quite a thing. I wrote some captions about the thing. (I also wrote my most popular story – The Lovelorn Blacksmith. There’s a sequel in 2025 but it’s not as good).
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2020/03/the-thing/
Incidentally, 2020 was the year I picked way back when as being sufficiently far in the future for President Hathaway to be elected for the first time, on the Female Supremacist ticket. Funny how things turn out. But my predictive powers have rarely been great – for instance, I often promise my SO I’ll do a good job on whatever menial chore she has generously ordered me to do for her, and then it turns out on inspection that I’ve done a very bad job. Happens all the time. So what do I know?
2021 mostly featured the usual tired old shit, but I do affectionately recall watching the TV adaptation of the late great Terry Pratchett’s Going Postal and noticing that Claire Foy looked remarkably like Mistress Darla, whom few of you have ever heard of (and those that have are probably too old even to celebrate her in the way you might want to). Two images of each of the lovely ladies in the composite image below – no prizes for spotting which is which because obviously the one brandishing the whip is the mainstream actress, not the dominatrix. I’ve found some other lookey-likeys over the years, some more plausible than others, but I still say Victoria Coren-Mitchell looks like Mistress Sidonia, and others do too, so there.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2021/11/late-delivery/
2022… I didn’t realise she would become a regular feature, I certainly didn’t realise she would become a viral Internet sensation as ‘Bentley Girl’ (OK, more of a minor meme to be fair) but 2022 saw the first appearance of ‘Kitten‘, a.k.a. the lovely Alla Bruletova who in real life I am sure is far from the deliciously self-centred and manipulative little findomme she is so unfairly depicted as on this blog.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2022/06/when-things-are-looking-good-theres-always-complications/
2023… really, did I start the 1980s called series as late as that? Good Lady, I thought it had been going for ever. Well, it seems I did. But I suppose it was inspired by the appearance – at last – of PDFs of almost the entire series of the Vixen and Magazines on which as a 20 year-old I had cut my… rubbed my… well, I’d enjoyed ‘reading’ them a lot anyway. They are now available to buy, and so are Cruella and Goddess, so my bucket list life goals are complete, as least as far as chasing down femdom porn on the Internet is concerned. And actually, my bucket never had much else in it.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2023/07/the-1980s-called/
I hadn’t started faking the actual magazine covers and ‘next issue’ boxes in that first post, so here’s a later one.
2024 featured the development of a couple of series that started in 2023 – The Hunt and The Facility – both essentially excuses to feature long captions to images of ladies wearing riding boots explorations of the social consequences of sexist behaviour, in the English countryside. If they started in 2023 why am I counting them as a 2024 milestone, you ask? Well… I dunno. Don’t you want to see the pictures of pretty ladies in riding outfits? Yes, I thought you would. So why quibble?
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2024/07/facility-management/
2025 was… recent. It featured the same sort of stuff the blog features now because, it is the blog now, essentially. There was quite a lot of Joy on this blog in 2025. Let’s show some of that Joy right now.
https://contemplatingthedivine.com/2025/06/fortune-favours-the-meek/
Sneak preview: lots of Joy coming here on 1st February! Mark your calendars.
2026 is… is now? Really? Already? Seems like such a futuristic date. Shouldn’t we have cool things like… flying cars and… and jetpacks… and a brutal totalitarian femsuprem government? Oh well, maybe one day. For now, here’s an image of Annie herself, first published, umm… now. To round off this… this (chortles) annieversary posting!
Right, that’ll do for nostalgia and annieversaries (oh my sides!), until 2041. Oh – but not quite. Tomorrow’s post will feature an interview with an actual Female Supremacist! Yay.
It’s just one damn’ thing after another
Astute readers (there might be a few, even though the readership is mainly male) will recognise the most accurate definition of ‘history” ever provided, and will wearily be preparing themselves for yet another special featuring ladies covered from neck to racily-hinted-at ankles and no latex. Pre-twentieth century femdom, anyway.
Speaking of ancient history, by the way, tomorrow it will be fifteen years since this blog began and the occasion will be marked in some painful and educational manner or other.
The nature of a woman hides more dangers than you think
Speaking of linguistic matters, Ms Palvin of course hails from Hungary, a country whose language makes no distinction between men and women. Which seems most odd… isn’t her existence alone a good reason to change that?
Hot and oppressive
No, not the weather. Alas. Just these ladies. Hoorah.
I’m still having problems with the stupid firewall, sorry. But if you have tried to comment and requested access, do come back a day or two later! A couple of times recently I’ve approved access for people who don’t then seem to have used the access and commented. In principle, it should always work after I’ve approved you, at least for the same IP address. You just have to keep trying, as my SO wearily remarked the other day, as she took the cane back down from its hook and gestured for me to bend over the chair.
Doing femdom right
As an experienced femdom blogger, I get a lot of questions about how to do femdom right, because it’s so important not to do it wrong. Naturally, I have picked up a few things over the years (antibiotics can help, I find) and so I have occasionally published a few humble words of advice – to subs and, to my slappable shame, dommes.
Among the latter, one piece of advice stands out proudly, at an angle of almost 70 degrees to the vertical, swaying slightly and with a glistening thread of pre-cum dangling from its tip. I refer, of course, to Servitor’s Rule 18, which reads:
“Try to avoid sessions with clients who have really specific fetishes and can’t get off unless it is exactly right.”
The Internet continues to ignore my advice on this (as it does on many things, to be honest, such as whom to elect as President of the United States, the difference between the words ‘alternate’ and ‘alternative’ and the savings to be had from taking an annual subscription to Armpit Fetishist Monthly rather than buying each edition separately*) so here are some more examples of Rule 18 violations I have noticed, a few of them captioned.
* No seriously: you can get 40% off. That’s a lot of dank, pungent goodness for your money.
The power of dependent thought
Success is not an option
