Author: Servitor

In the summertime

Yes, it’s the time of year when sun, sea and sand beckon and I strain towards them on my chain in the cold, dark cellar, waiting for my SO to return from her well-earned holiday. A opportunity to clear out the rubbish, as my SO likes ominously to warn me, so three captioned images a day, all pre-scheduled so no context or chat and probably no response to comments. Just one week this year (I think… I’ve only been left with one week’s food and water anyway). This year’s summer special will have a special theme: summer.

Back to what passes here for normal on Tuesday 19th.

And don’t forget to thank her

Kindness costs nothing, unlike cruelty which in my experience costs several hundred pounds an hour.

I think she’s not convinced but there’s still time. He’s getting to that point that negotiation experts call ‘closing’ and subs call ‘desperate pleading’.
I think for the next few hours at least, you’re Treasure’s favourite toy.
More life skills: maintaining eye contact is a good way of projecting confidence, trust and stupidity.

Even without the label you’d always know a Cruella shot from the glamorous locations, right?

Its’ a sugar-free version, basically.
Wow – bet he’s glad he’s not that guy!
More negotiation tips here, but… well, I’ve just never understood how anyone could do anything other than giving Annie whatever she wants, immediately.

You made the rules and you could not see

…you made a life out of hurting me.

Males always have disgusting things in mind. It’s not their fault (but that’s no reason to let them off a beating for it) – they are disgusting.
Contrary to the stereotype about women’s sexual preferences, findommes tend to want to skip the foreplay of little teasing gifts and just get straight into deep penetration of their partners’ bank accounts.
She’s going to be hanging around in lingerie a lot from now on. It’s just her making sure, to show how she feels about you.
I was about to ask whether there’s anything worse than having a lovely pair of shoes when your chain’s just too short for your lips to reach them… but there are worse things, obviously. Many, many worse things – as my SO has been kind enough to teach me, over the years.
This could explain some of the apparently random and heartless decisions global companies have taken in recent years, actually. Maybe I’ll write something for the Harvard Business Review.
Must be nice for Kate and her boy, being ‘out’. I’ve had to read up about epilepsy, because that’s our cover story if anyone ever sees me writhing around on the floor gasping incoherently after saying the wrong thing to my SO (or looking like I might be about to). Still, I suppose that’s a small price to pay for living the fantasy in reality.

A surprising facility for pain

Essentially the title is purely descriptive: we are back (after waking up woozily, dangling upside down, swaying around sickeningly as the abduction van tackles the winding country lanes) in the Facility. It’s a woman-owned, woman-run business that provides an ideal country break. Women can relax here, while men can get away from the stresses and cares of their everday lives to experience stresses and cares that are so, so much worse, for as long as their sponsors decide to keep them there.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.
I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re male? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.
Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.
They also serve, who only kneel and pay.
They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.
He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.

She walks in beauty, like the night

She’s right, of course (as women do tend to be in my experience). You can only feel frustrated while you retain hope.
Many rich man marrying younger second wives worry that they’ll be reckless with money, but in this case it does look as if he’s married someone capable and willing to exercise strict financial control.
Of course there’s nothing wrong with a sissy having opinions, as long as they are sensible opinions derived from someone else – someone without intellect-destroying Y-chromosomes.
The problem is, she’s a perfectionist, but really, why should she have to give up on the ideal of perfection? Looks to me like she’s determined to keep trying, despite these setbacks, which I find admirable.
And that’s a sin.
Typical selfish male behaviour on maggot’s part, there, not even managing to remain alive despite the two ladies having a clear use for him at least for the next hour or so. But as things turned out, the resulting photo-shoot went really well – in fact they resolved to use dead slaves more often, as they’re less annoying.

A classic from Cruella. And you can now download the originals, the stories in which are no less deliciously dismissive and brutal than my caption. Wonderful stuff.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

More anachronous anecdotes.

It’s natural that with a young Queen, a few things should change to reflect her deeply-held whims. I suppose the system’s not enormously democratic, but when you look around at some of the leaders we elect, is that really so bad? Of course we need to get rid of all that nonsense about male succession.
They might need to comfort each other later, in private. Ladies on this blog often do, after suffering the ordeal of having to observe a male receiving a well-deserved thrashing.
The trouble is, how to know when to speak? In my experience, ladies’ killing rages can last a while and it’s not always obvious from their demeanour.
You might think that a lowly governess would be quite unprepared for a role in which she needs to command the respect of local society but in this – as in many things, dear reader, as you are almost certainly male – you’d be wrong.
The peak of civilisation.
He went to a school with a ‘modern’ approach to discipline, so it’s good he’s marrying a wife with a very different outlook on life.

Taskmistresses

Money discussions can often be the most difficult and painful things a relationship has to cope with to a relationship. I’m grateful to my SO, because she has found a way to ensure we never have to discuss money at all.
I used to have delusions of adequacy, but these days I know my limits.
He might prefer being screamed at in Czech, but I’m afraid Mistress Morrigan Hel and Goddess Sophia speak his language – and would like to hear his appreciation in it. Doesn’t their hair look lovely in the sun? And don’t their boots? And their attitudes?
She enjoys the slapping of course, but waking up next to a loved one with painful bruises on his face and welts all over his body is the true value of the relationship, for her.
These are my principles. If you don’t like them (and you are female) I have others.
“If you won’t scold and dominate us…”
Verified by MonsterInsights