Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
Do you want to see a grown man cry?
I suppose they’re better suited to a ‘1980s called’ post, like the last one, but I can’t resist linking to the ladies in this lovely dance act from the time, as they do indeed all look as if they just strode imperiously from the pages of those old femdom magazines. Ahhhhh…
Sometimes couples need a little time apart. I’m sure my own relationship is much stronger for all the time I spend in the oubliette – out of sight and out of mind.
Don’t worry: there’s an emergency over-ride code. She’s got it written down somewhere, I expect.
Consent is a gift in a BDSM relationship – and doesn’t she deserve to be given everything you possess and more?
The first time I (tried to) have sex with a girl she said it was a ‘unique’ experience and, looking back now, I’m impressed by how prescient she was.
Some commenters might be tempted to observe that the sundial’s not going to work if most of it is in the shade. To which I’d reply, first, that it’s art not mere functional construction and, second, that you are welcome to explain that to Mistress Jennifer, just as three of the men in this picture did. She always needs more materials. Finally, some pedant or other is bound to point out that there are thirteen figures on the dial, to which I can only say that Mistress J has an Orwellian approach to many things in her life.
Remember: if you don’t like any of the contractual terms, you can just walk away now and never, ever see her again. It’s time to think about what’s important in life.
And there we are! That’s the end of Tuesday’s post. So… yeah! No more new material here until Friday, I suppose. Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays, those are the days Servitor posts. I mean, it’s not as if there’s ever a post on Wednesday, right? That would just be weird. So no point in coming back to check, tomorrow. Although… you never know, right? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look on Wednesday. Now, would it?
2 thoughts on “Do you want to see a grown man cry?”
You’ve got an oubliette at home, all for yourself? Servitor, you are one lucky devil.
I know. In some ways you might imagine it wouldn’t be very effective, in its named purpose – I mean, who else could it be down there, she’s not likely to forget. But actually one time she did completely forget about my existence for a few days and it was only when the laundry started building up she remembered and came out to lift the lid up and put me back to work. She still remembers the few days when she’d forgotten my existence very fondly.
You’ve got an oubliette at home, all for yourself? Servitor, you are one lucky devil.
I know. In some ways you might imagine it wouldn’t be very effective, in its named purpose – I mean, who else could it be down there, she’s not likely to forget. But actually one time she did completely forget about my existence for a few days and it was only when the laundry started building up she remembered and came out to lift the lid up and put me back to work. She still remembers the few days when she’d forgotten my existence very fondly.
Best wishes
S