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.
It’s your own fault, darling.
So stop making excuses.
It must be terrible for Raoul, thinking about and wanting sex all the time and but having sometimes to spend entire days without it. No wonder he lashes out at you, the poor frustrated guy.
The smell can get pretty bad but it never reaches the guards’ quarters, so no one suffers who isn’t supposed to.
Don’t worry, they haven’t been tested on animals; the pharmaceutical company that makes them has a cruelty-free policy.
Many men who embark on a serious chastity relationship end up being quite surprised at how infrequently they really need an orgasm. I haven’t needed one for years now, apparently.
Guys: you shouldn’t be shy about telling your date what you like to do. I’m sure most women would vastly prefer to watch you sweatily wank on their boots than actually letting you touch them.
You might have safety concerns about such a woman being in a male institution – but don’t. Any male prisoners with whom she has to share a cell will be physically restrained before the door is slammed shut leaving her alone with them for the night, so she should be safe enough. Anyway, she seems cheerful enough at the prospect of it, the brave young thing.
14 thoughts on “It’s your own fault, darling.”
Was seven months in the first caption calculated to be more frustration than Raoul would have felt, had the wife been right about her original estimate that Raoul is 100% more virile than the husband?
Neither she nor I thought it through in such detail, Mr A, but you’re probably right. Well… actually you’re probably male, so on the balance of probabilities, you’re more likely to be wrong. But you never know. Myself, I’m not very numerically-minded, although it’s true I do always know precisely how many days it is since I was last unlocked.
It was a cold autumn day and Mr Tinkle had just given us our homework at the end of his Physics lesson.
I let the other girls go out and went and stood by his desk.
”What is it, Zoe, love?”
”I noticed you have an erection, Mr Tinkle. If you wish, you may kneel at my feet and kiss them. I may allow you to get the head’s PA to let you out of your chastity cage. She is the key holder, isn’t she?”
”Pardon? This is outrageous, how dare you say something like that. Please apologise, Zoe.”
”So, like, you don’t want to worship my feet, then?”
Mr Tinkle went home in a fowl temper.
I, meanwhile, reported him for gross insubordination. This was because he dared to give a very rude back chat to a young school
girl.
The next day the deputy head, Mrs White, caught me before I went into class and told me that Mr Tinkle has been suspended pending and investigation into a major infraction of school rules, in that he spoke to me in a rude manner and refused the kind offer of being allowed to kiss and worship my smelly feet.
”Thanks for letting me know, Mrs White. Is he likely to be sacked?”
”Well, Zoe, that is kind of up to you. Do you want him to be punished with the sack or a whipping in front of the whole school at morning assembly?”
Decisions, decisions, Servitor. What should I do?
It was a serious matter, but he is a good teacher. May be I should offer my stinky feet for worship again, and see if he has learnt his lesson.
I am feeling kind, so perhaps an apology would suffice.
After all I sit my ‘A’ levels this year and Mr Tinkle does teach Physics really well.
On the other hand, I do like to watch a good whipping in front of the whole school.
She may be relieved, he though is disappointed. After spending all that money on dinner he was sure that he would get to fuck the boots and now here he is being offered his usual sex life, on his knees and in his hand.
I love my school. I was finishing a Netball game. I was in a short skirt and white top with white socks and trainers.
My hair was scraped back and i was sweating!
After my shower I got changed and pressed the buzzer to alert a male sissy teacher to come and carry my bags.
Mr Dickless arrived and asked where he I was going next. I told I was going to the canteen for coffee and then my next class was Geography in Room 4 in D Block.
”Do you want me to take your bags to class, Miss Zoe?”
”Well my gym bag can go in my locker, here is the key. It is in the yellow zone and the number is 5206. My other bag has my books and stuff, you can wait outside the class until I get there, got it, Mr Dickless?”
”Yes Miss, of course.”
This is one of the good things about school, there are plenty of sissy slaves to do the carrying and go on errands for the girls.
Some of the girls are more demanding than me, I don’t want a relationship with a sissy, I just want someone to carry my stuff. Some of my friends demand the same sissy each day, or want him to worship their feet, I don’t want that.
When I got to class Mr Dickless was waiting. I took my bags, I sid ”good boy” and he disappeared to teach Gynarchy Studies to Year 8 in Block B, about ten minutes walk away.
The Geography lesson was really interesting, I hope to do well in the upcoming exams. The teacher is Miss Green, she is so pretty and clever, I love her.
I’ve heard Mr Dickless has trouble keeping order, when teaching gynarchy class. Still, I’m sure the girls will be learning something, one way or the other – and so will he.
If you put enough of them sufficiently forcefully in the right places almost any pills can cause itching (or other forms of discomfort, anyway) I understand, Maria.
always great to hear reminders about Raoul, his virility and how it differs from us UXOs, how he possibly couldn’t go without sex (real sex, not masturbation derived release) for more than a day or two and not months at time like me.
I often daydream while scrubbing or doing the ironing about poor Raoul, the pressures modern life he has to put up with, wondering what he might be doing… so the more updates @servitor the better please
He is like something from another, more manly age, fluffy. One when men were men and deodorant was unknown. My SO has even asked me to sneak a little scented soap onto the sponge when I’m washing him down, but I think she rather enjoys it really.
Was seven months in the first caption calculated to be more frustration than Raoul would have felt, had the wife been right about her original estimate that Raoul is 100% more virile than the husband?
Neither she nor I thought it through in such detail, Mr A, but you’re probably right. Well… actually you’re probably male, so on the balance of probabilities, you’re more likely to be wrong. But you never know. Myself, I’m not very numerically-minded, although it’s true I do always know precisely how many days it is since I was last unlocked.
Best wishes
S
High School.
It was a cold autumn day and Mr Tinkle had just given us our homework at the end of his Physics lesson.
I let the other girls go out and went and stood by his desk.
”What is it, Zoe, love?”
”I noticed you have an erection, Mr Tinkle. If you wish, you may kneel at my feet and kiss them. I may allow you to get the head’s PA to let you out of your chastity cage. She is the key holder, isn’t she?”
”Pardon? This is outrageous, how dare you say something like that. Please apologise, Zoe.”
”So, like, you don’t want to worship my feet, then?”
Mr Tinkle went home in a fowl temper.
I, meanwhile, reported him for gross insubordination. This was because he dared to give a very rude back chat to a young school
girl.
The next day the deputy head, Mrs White, caught me before I went into class and told me that Mr Tinkle has been suspended pending and investigation into a major infraction of school rules, in that he spoke to me in a rude manner and refused the kind offer of being allowed to kiss and worship my smelly feet.
”Thanks for letting me know, Mrs White. Is he likely to be sacked?”
”Well, Zoe, that is kind of up to you. Do you want him to be punished with the sack or a whipping in front of the whole school at morning assembly?”
Decisions, decisions, Servitor. What should I do?
It was a serious matter, but he is a good teacher. May be I should offer my stinky feet for worship again, and see if he has learnt his lesson.
I am feeling kind, so perhaps an apology would suffice.
After all I sit my ‘A’ levels this year and Mr Tinkle does teach Physics really well.
On the other hand, I do like to watch a good whipping in front of the whole school.
Any thoughts, servitor?
Zoe
”
Oh dear, Ms Zoe. You want an opinion? In such circumstances I’d… I’d… well, I’d ask a woman to decide, I suppose. I find that’s always best.
Best wishes
S
She may be relieved, he though is disappointed. After spending all that money on dinner he was sure that he would get to fuck the boots and now here he is being offered his usual sex life, on his knees and in his hand.
Life’s just not fair.
Mr M
I know, isn’t it wonderful? Imagine if life were fair… what a drab, unsexy world that would be.
Best wishes
S
High School 2
I love my school. I was finishing a Netball game. I was in a short skirt and white top with white socks and trainers.
My hair was scraped back and i was sweating!
After my shower I got changed and pressed the buzzer to alert a male sissy teacher to come and carry my bags.
Mr Dickless arrived and asked where he I was going next. I told I was going to the canteen for coffee and then my next class was Geography in Room 4 in D Block.
”Do you want me to take your bags to class, Miss Zoe?”
”Well my gym bag can go in my locker, here is the key. It is in the yellow zone and the number is 5206. My other bag has my books and stuff, you can wait outside the class until I get there, got it, Mr Dickless?”
”Yes Miss, of course.”
This is one of the good things about school, there are plenty of sissy slaves to do the carrying and go on errands for the girls.
Some of the girls are more demanding than me, I don’t want a relationship with a sissy, I just want someone to carry my stuff. Some of my friends demand the same sissy each day, or want him to worship their feet, I don’t want that.
When I got to class Mr Dickless was waiting. I took my bags, I sid ”good boy” and he disappeared to teach Gynarchy Studies to Year 8 in Block B, about ten minutes walk away.
The Geography lesson was really interesting, I hope to do well in the upcoming exams. The teacher is Miss Green, she is so pretty and clever, I love her.
Happy days!
Zoe
I’ve heard Mr Dickless has trouble keeping order, when teaching gynarchy class. Still, I’m sure the girls will be learning something, one way or the other – and so will he.
Best wishes
S
Those pills are really a great idea.
I wish they have ones that cause itching. Would be very useful,for me.
If you put enough of them sufficiently forcefully in the right places almost any pills can cause itching (or other forms of discomfort, anyway) I understand, Maria.
Best wishes
S
always great to hear reminders about Raoul, his virility and how it differs from us UXOs, how he possibly couldn’t go without sex (real sex, not masturbation derived release) for more than a day or two and not months at time like me.
I often daydream while scrubbing or doing the ironing about poor Raoul, the pressures modern life he has to put up with, wondering what he might be doing… so the more updates @servitor the better please
He is like something from another, more manly age, fluffy. One when men were men and deodorant was unknown. My SO has even asked me to sneak a little scented soap onto the sponge when I’m washing him down, but I think she rather enjoys it really.
Best wishes
S
best wishes indeed, best I get back to sponging the floors, whilst you sponge Raoul, the things we do for her…
Blue Techker This was beautiful Admin. Thank you for your reflections.