Servitor – Page 10 – Contemplating the divine

If wishes were ponyboys

Once again, this blog takes a little break from its usual commitment to hard-core realism to present some fairy tales. Pretty Grimm, I know, but it’s all I’ve got today.

Don’t worry: if she smashes the door, he has alternative accommodation options. She bought a birdcage, before she had the doll’s house furniture idea.

Even tyrannical despots enjoy ‘bring your daughter to work day’.

Frustrate you? Oh, the poor chap. I wonder how long he’ll be left in that condition?

King Jorral’s queen interpreted the promise as meaning that she would continue to sleep in a queen’s bed, and she was absolutely right about that.

Now she’s learning witchcraft, she’s got some plans for Mr Granger, too.

It’s going to be quite odd for the people running heaven when, in about 970 years, the first post-Internet cohorts of mortals start to arrive. ‘Where are all the men?’, they might ask. Although obviously they’re not allowed actually to say the answer.

Careless talk

Costs… quite a lot. If you want her to pretend to care, that’ll be extra, too.

Well, that’s rather a dismissive attitude! What a haughty young miss! You know, I think you should say something , you really should. My suggestion would be “Yes Ma’am” but, y’know: you do you.

The nurses have discovered that really vigorous, two-fisted rectal examinations that leave the patient gasping and howling for mercy, can actually have useful therapeutic effects – senior staff nurse Perkins swears she always feels utterly relaxed after a really good one, especially if enjoyed with friends.

My SO always says the first hour’s just for warming up – unless it’s under the cold shower or in the ice bath, obviously.

I think they’re beginning to realise just what it is they can do to a man. Let’s hope that causes them to rethink their attitudes.

Face facts: it’s the only costume you’ve got that isn’t pink.

Well, if as a result they help him see the error of his ways, I suppose it might have been worth it. That and all the money they’re blackmailing him for, I mean.

Amorous anxiety

Passionate love should always come with a twinge of gut-wrenching fear.

Sometimes it’s best just to spend a whole session practising the one movement – exactly the same punch, on exactly the same spot – over and over again. Obviously, you’ll need not to move, but don’t worry if you find that difficult – she has some things to help you stay firmly fixed in the ideal position until she’s finished.

My SO can be a bit forgetful, too. Can you believe it, three times now gone home leaving me me tied up in a gay club and completely forgotten about me until the next day? Of course, it’s not her fault: it’s mine. That’s a basic principle of our marriage.

Oh, I expect she’s got nothing to worry about.

No one can humiliate you, unless you humiliate yourself, as a wise woman once told me.

Men who enjoy looking at women in tight outfits should try wearing something restrictive permanently.

Lovely Cruella shoot. Go buy the original magazines!

Don’t worry about something bad happening to you in the night, as you hang there all alone. I’m sure there’s nothing out there that’s half as terrifying as Gillian.

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting

But some males just won’t subdue that easily, so these ladies did whatever had to be done. Fighting to liberate the world for a utopian vision of a true slave-owning democracy, these heroines understood that only through the extensive application of extreme violence could peace finally reign. More tales from when the war between the sexes finally went hot: World War M.

Inattention seeking

Her book’s much more interesting than you, after all… although now I come to think of it, almost everything is, isn’t it? No, you can just nod quietly: permission to speak is still rescinded.

She offers a very specialised service. Well, I say ‘offers’ – she doesn’t actually give subs the opportunity to refuse.

You probably won’t have many things to talk about anyway, once he realises she doesn’t mind you sucking him off.

You might be surprised they were able when drunk to remember it all to tell the registry people, but of course they could just read it off the tattoo.

Don’t worry: Madame Sarka will realise immediately what really happened and will know it wasn’t his fault. She won’t *care*, obviously, but she *will* know and that should be some comfort at least as she’s beating the crap out of him and screaming abuse at him in Czech.

Unsafe spaces

If you want to experience the thrill of taking risks in public, try disobeying her.

It’s their civic duty, unpleasant though it might be.

Ah… the sadistic new lesbian girlfriend. Always a tricky transition in any sub-male’s life.

Mistresses Hannah and Sarah are unavailable too… odd, that.
The whole N*z* girl thing is actually something of a declining fetish. I understand in America, liberal subs are increasingly requesting dommes to wear red MAGA caps, while conservatives want schoolmarmy types who will force them to state their pronouns. Maybe there’s hope yet, to heal the rift.

Ooh, maybe you’ll get to have sex with her! Or at least, you’ll get to have someone having sex with you, quite near her.

I told my regular domme recently that I’d find it very exciting if she were to spend a romantic evening with another woman, culiminating in lesbian sex, while I was kept in chastity and ignored. Turns out she’d already been doing that for months, if not years! So that’s quite a lot of backdated session fees I owe her.

Canings and crumpets

“We’ll take our tea in the punishment room, Watkins, as I’m afraid His Lordship needs an extended session today. No tea for him of course but do ask Cook to whip up one of her marvellous horseradish enemas, will you?”

More Downton Domination.

Hell hath no fury like a woman…

…does.

Men don’t really understand stuff like that, unless it’s slapped into them.

It’s a symbolic denial of heterosexuality, you see. And a rather practical and concrete physical one too, of course.

Actually, of course, lady Vikings didn’t usually go raiding. No: they waited at home, standing there tapping their feet and idly stroking their whips as their apologetic husbands returned with more meagre and unsatisfactory booty. There is a reason Vikings were so fierce, you know.

Of course, it doesn’t take the human element out completely – it can’t whip you, for instance.

Thank goodness for that. She must have been quite distraught.

Even if you’re sure it’s not yours (and let’s face it – in your condition, you can be reasonably confident it isn’t, right?) it’s polite to offer to lick it off.

Implacably romantic

Ah…. the holidays are over. So much laundry to do, so many ‘thank you for the fuck’ postcards to send to her holiday beaux. But it’s good to be back to abnormal.