Author: Servitor

Mean and nasty and pretty and horrible

Or pinches any other parts for that matter. Ouch.  Only eight hours to go, though…

Yes, that should work.  I certainly wouldn’t expect many erections any time soon, anyway.

They’re very nice shoes too.

If you want to get to know her better, you could try joining her reading circle.





My SO and I are agreed that wearing fur is cruel. That’s why she wears so much of it.







(Yup, same old anti-Vietnam littering-based protest song, Steve.  But I’m hoping no one will notice the repetition.)

There’s something she forgot to say to you

Celebrate the conscious liberation of the female state!

The company has a very strict policy agaimst sexual harassment too.  So don’t worry about that. If you’re groped, or propositioned or demeaned in any way, you can complain to your boss, right then and there.

Hmm.  Looks like he’s going to be spending a lot of time bent over the the engine, today.

She might have her own list of course.
Nope.  No hangups there.  None whatsoever. I have five years of blog postings to prove it.

 

Female liberation. Quite the best sort.

Tales of shame and degradation

Kinky and socially useful at the same time!  What’s not to like?

Better be worth it… I need those fingers for my everyday sex life.

He did mind.  But she didn’t.

Oh well. Live and learn.

Don’t diss housework simulators.  After a hard day’s ironing, there’s nothing I like better than to relax with SimLaundry 3.  I’m about to earn the 10,000 pleated skirt achievement.


Back down Memory Silnice

Recently, while down in the cellar (basement to you Americans), I was nearing the end of a long weekend scrubbing away at the walls with a toothbrush (it’s bit of a funny story how I found myself doing that, actually – remind me to tell you some time) when I noticed in an old cardboard box another file full of interviews* with those lovely Sublime Ladies from the Other World Kingdom.  So, as soon as the walls were clean enough for my chain to be lengthened sufficiently to allow me to come upstairs again, I scanned the ones featuring Madame Katarina and I’m now uploading them for you to wank over enjoy.

Now of course, OWK is lost in the pages of history, but in our hearts it will never die.  What matter it, if – 

– what’s that you say? ‘Shut up and get on with the pictures of Madame Katarina, Servitor, you prat’?  Oh. OK, then.



 …and in a postscript, with a written comment by the interviewer in handwriting too shaky to read:




* regular ‘readers’ will recognise this as the latest in one of the least popular series on the blog: OWK memories.

Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout them.

… because she hates men.

It’s nice when newlyweds have pet names for each other.  But ‘bully’ just isn’t appropriate.  ‘Boss’ is a good one – he could try that, maybe?


I’m glad she’s taking precautions because some itching powders can be really nasty.  But see those gloves?  That’s safe BDSM play.  She’ll be fine. 

Oh – stop worrying!  They’re not going to starve to death or anything!  This blog can’t abide excessively violent scenes, you know that.  No: they’ll die of thirst long before they starve.

Let’s hope this one turns out better than the previous 117.  But if not, that’s valuable knowledge too.  Science: it’s all about reproducibility of the results.
Very lightly.  Safe, sane, consensual – remember?


Going solo



OK, now pull the strap through the other buckle – should be
tight but not uncomfortable – and then double it back to snap closed.  Should be riding quite nicely on your hips, so that when you thrust you can really put your pelvic muscles into it.  

Now the dildo itself should be resting firmly in its holder there, just resting comfortably on your pelvic bone, yeah?  And to take it out and fit a different attachment, we actually have to remove the strap completely from one leg. It’s a basic safety precaution – see, this way you can thrust back and the dildo will come straight out again.  Easy enough with a simple dildo like this, but the ones with heavy knobs or arrowhead ends can take some pulling to come out and it’s good to know it’s not suddenly going to pop away from the harness or anything.

Got it? Right – so we do the safety checklist, just like I
taught you.  Left buckle, right buckle…
and the emergency release should hang free just on the left.
Then you check my rig and I’ll check yours.  Always safety first.
OK, so you’re all set.
Now this is high-quality strap-on equipment.  It’s certified for mouth and anus – and vaginal
penetration for that matter, but obviously we won’t be doing that today.  We’ll be taking it slowly at first, and we’re
going to try a number of different positions and speeds. Then when you’ve got
the hang of the basics, we’ll try some accessories too.
Don’t worry about breaking any of the equipment, OK?  It’s all very strong.  If you’re thrusting and you feel something suddenly give it’ll almost certainly not be the equipment as long as you’ve fastened the buckles properly. Usually it’ll be something inside the boy that’s breaking when that happens. Or in principle it could be the straps holding him down, but don’t worry, the harness this one’s in is strong and flexible, so we won’t be having any problems like that.

Obviously with a paying customer, you’d normally only be
thrusting for a few minutes – ten at most.  But we’ve got all afternoon, so we’ll be doing a lot more than that. We’ll explore different thrusts, the different internal organs you might come across in the course of deep penetration, overcoming gagging reflexes – all of that. So by the end of the afternoon
you’ll actually have had as much experience in the harness as you might in
twenty or thirty real sessions. If you find yourself getting tired and want to take a break, just let me know, OK?  Depending on what we’re doing, we can either exercise a withdrawal, or we can just unstrap with the penetration still in place, and take a bit of a break.  It’s no problem.  I’ve developed really strong pelvic muscles, so I could go at full rape pace all day and I probably wouldn’t get tired.  But it can be a bit tiring your first few times.
That’s right – just let him lube you a bit with saliva.  For a paying customer we’d use a lot of KY but here we’re just using a light coating, so that’s quite useful.  


And we’ll practice a few emergency procedures too.  Rectal wall rupture, asphyxiation during an
oral session… That kind of thing. 
Incredibly unlikely to happen, but if it ever does occur with a paying
client, you want to have practiced it before.

All set? OK, well I’m going to move to the rear and just
show you a standard seven inch rough pounding. 
Then you can copy me, and if it’s going fine I’ll move to the front and we’ll go into a full spit-roast.  Once that’s all ready and we’re both fully in we’ll try a see-saw.  That’s when I thrust  -and you should feel the boy’s body pushing hard against you from the pressure down his throat, but don’t back off, OK?  Then when you feel me ease off you thrust forward good and hard, so he’s under pressure from the other end before he’s had a chance to recover.  Sounds complicated, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.


Oscar night

 
 
Oh wow.  Hey… this is… this just so great.  Thank you.  Thank you so, so much.
 
Listen – I
just want to say a word or two about my very good friend Mark, OK?

I think you
know who I mean.  I know he didn’t direct
this movie. Fact is, he hasn’t directed any movie since that unfortunate incident
of masturbating into some of the female extras’ shoes on that last movie of
his.  That was a bad time for him.

But listen –
Mark isn’t a quitter. No way.  And he loves this business.  Sure, he couldn’t get any directing or
writing jobs any more.  But he came to us
and he begged for some work on this movie – any work. He was on his knees in
front of me and Brad, crying his eyes out and kissing the ground.  That’s how passionate he is about movies.
 
 

So we took
pity and gave him a job as a laundry boy. 
Just for the clothes.  Not the shoes. We made that very clear.  You see, some of the shoes in the movie were really valuable – Louboutin – you
know?  And the costumist was really
worried about them with Mark around. 
Semen can damage fine leather quite badly, apparently.  So we were all talking about it, and saying maybe
we should get a lockable cupboard or something, when Brad said “Why not lock
his cock away instead?”.

And you know
– when we told him that was a condition of his staying on the picture crew,
Mark didn’t hesitate. He wore a chastity belt for five months, right
through the hot summer months. Why?  OK,
because he was desperate.  But also
because he’s a true professional.

And I just
want to say that that same professionalism shone through everything he
did.  The chorus girls’ sweaty leotards,
the stuntmen’s grimy overalls, even Brad’s favourite socks came back clean and
pressed every day without fail. One time, I had such a heavy period and we only
had one spare of the white shorts I had to wear for the scene we were shooting?
Well, every time they got stained, Mark would take them off and hand-wash them
and dry them carefully with a blow dryer, in time for me to change and just
keep on filming.  Didn’t I tell you he isn’t a quitter!

Yeah!  That’s right! 
Give it up for Mark!  We love you Mark!
 
 
 
And he’s
here tonight!  Can we get a spotlight on
that table there? No – the next along…there! 

Hey Mark!

So, yeah,
Mark – I know you didn’t want any kind of fuss made.  But all the other stars who’ve made speeches
have thanked all the people who played really important roles in the
movie.  So I thought maybe I’d use my
time to thank you instead.  And I know
just how to do it.

You ladies,
there on the table with Mark?  Yeah – you
three beautiful ladies!  I want you to
stand up on the table in front of him. 
Yeah, that’s right.  ON the
table.  Careful how you get up there. And one by one – I want you to
let him sniff your shoes, nice and slow.

Oooh – Jimmy
Choo! Mark’s in luck.

Go on Mark.
You know you want to.  You deserve it. I got my Oscar, and you get your reward too,
compadre! Good job. 
 
 

Let’s hear
it for Mark!

Hey – have
we got time to get him up here for a speech too?  If we’re quick?  OK!

Mark – c’mon
up here!  We want to hear from you!
 
Oh – he’s shy.  C’mon guys, slow clap. We can get him up here.
 
Mark. Mark.  MARK.  MARK. MARK. MARK.
 
OK!
 
 
 
Actually, I almost never watch the Academy Awards. I find it rather offensive, the way some of the stars they celebrate are men. And even in the awards for actresses, I find they often single out people other than Anne to win.  There’s just no need for that, in my view and I wish they wouldn’t do it.

Just like a prayer

Humbler and humbler we become.
Brisk, businesslike and to the point.
I was the victim in an abusive relationship once.  It’s actually quite a traumatic memory.  I was upset for months afterwards… begging her to come back.

 

It’s good to have a hobby.
Charlotte’s Web – the femdom version.  With bacon for supper.

 

Can you imagine?




Hmm?  This?
Oh – well, I’m a bit embarrassed you caught me reading
it, actually.  It’s the autobiography of
a professional ‘dominatrix’.  You
know?  One of those tarts that dresses up
in leather and smacks men’s bottoms. Can you imagine?
Janice lent it to me. 
I thought it wouldn’t be my thing – well, it isn’t really – but I can’t
put it down. It’s amazing some of the things she gets up to.
Sad too, actually. 
She says one of her oldest clients is married, but he’d never plucked up
the courage to tell his wife what he wanted. 
And it’s weird because she sounds like a real harridan!  Apparently, one time he turned up for a
‘session’ and he wanted to cancel the thing she’d planned, because this wife
had just been screaming at him after he’d wrapped the car around a tree.  And he felt the need to be properly punished
or something.  Should have just asked his wife to take the cane to him – she sounds like the sort of woman who’d enjoy it.  Do you remember how cross I was that time you
crashed the car! You’re lucky I didn’t have a cane handy, now I come to think
of it! I’d have given you what for.
And he wants to spend his time serving her as her ‘slave husband’
but of course he can’t say that either, so he just does odd bits of housework
and fetches and carries for her and things – serving his mistress in his head
you see. (Oh thanks, love – just put it there on the coaster. Sweetener not sugar, right?  Great.)

 

It’s amazing, the freaky stuff that’s out there, isn’t
it?  People leading these sad, secret
hidden lives, and you’d never know.   He must have wasted a fortune on this “Lady Nightshade”. Maybe it’s best if his wife never does find out!  She’d probably be furious – wouldn’t you? I would.  She charges hundreds each time!  All that money, just for a sore bottom once in a while. 
You
know, her ‘dungeon’ is in Ealing? Near the tube station.  I mean, she calls it a dungeon but it’s a walk-up apartment really.  Just like any other house.  You probably walk right past it every month,
when you go and visit your osteopath.  
Can you imagine?

Just a short one for Anne

Oo-er sounds a bit rude!

Anyway, Servitor here, just wanted to mention that a few weeks back, I was having a discussion in the comments (actually, all the comments are written by me, in a pathetic bid to make the blog look popular, but that’s another matter – this one was under my own name) and I said:

But then the consciously and obviously “femdom” movies generally are disappointing. Walk All Over Me had Tricia Helfer, but not for long. I suspect the less consciously femdom things work better. Anne Hathaway gives femdom phone sex in a Russian accent in Valentines Day. But the swoon moment for me was when her vanilla character looks cross with her boyfriend right at the end of the movie. Ah well.

And I just thought you’d like to see, so:


Aaaaahhh. Don’t you think?  Hmm?

Anyway, that’s it for today.  No captioned images, so…. oh all right then.  Here’s just one.



Oh, go on then, why not:

Right, that’s it.  Now go away and leave me to contemplate the divine Ann(i)e in peace.