Author: Servitor

If it be your will

If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well.

 

 

I find feminine contempt very sexy.  Fortunately I get a lot of it.  Masculine contempt too, of course, but that’s not so much my thing.
 
 



I’ve heard they’re not actually that great anyway.

 

Congratulations.  You’re the ‘special friend’.  Again.  So much better than having a sexual relationship.  Really.

 




 

 
 
 
Oh god.  Let’s hope it wasn’t someone I work with this time.
 
 
 

 

Yes dear.


The latest femdom captions

Apologies for the dull title.  But I have noticed that by far the highest viewing figures on this blog are for posts with titles like “More femdom captions”.  Anyway, I’m running out of 80s lyrics…

Nothing like hot coffee to wake you up.
 
 

 

 
 
 

 

It’s a living.
 
 

 

Yes.  I’ve been quite disappointed, just how open-minded many of my friends have been about my SO beating me.  “About time too” was the usual comment.
 
 

 

She means it about the running.  Don’t you dare dawdle.
 
 
Like many men of kink, I do find I have to pay for most of my fantasies to be acted out. However, I think I can honestly say that all of my unpaid sexual encounters have turned into really strong humiliation sessions, one way or another. I guess I’m just lucky like that.

Power is nothing without control

…but together, they can be a real turn-on.

On we go.

 

 

Yeah.  Those sorts of arguments can leave quite a nasty taste in the mouth, I find.
 
 

 

Home-made is always best.

 

Think happy thoughts.  No rush.
 
 
Actually, the last laugh is on her because I’m a humiliation freak and I’m going to find this absolutely mortifying!
 

 

Let’s hope he’s forgiven you for cuckolding him.  Because you’ll be spending a lot of time together.

The ecstacy and the agony

And then level 8 again.  And quite a lot more.  It stops being surprising after a while, but she still has fun.
 

 

Which, in a sense, it is.
 
 

 

No pressure.
 
 

 

They don’t have many repeat clients, I understand.
 
 

 

“I’m OK, you’re a piece of shit?”  “Men are from Mars, women are to be obeyed in all things?”

She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

In fact, some of us have to.  Music is mostly unrelated.
 
Because he knows there are things much worse than a good hard kick to the balls.
The forceful, talented and literary Mistress Miranda, another lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in the quivering, unimpressive flesh.

 

It’s all very well to be carried away with love at first sight, but can you build a lasting relationship with a pair of sports shoes, when fashion in sneakers is so fickle?
 
 
 

 

OK, not the sexiest of topics.  But if you don’t know, you can’t imagine. Really: if you’re a pain-slut you should be trying to develop a good set of them.
 
 

 

Punishment fits the crime… tightly and closely.
 

 

You replied “I do” and that was the occasion when a safeword might have been advisable instead. Too late now.

Croaked

The Frog Prince
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The frog sat still on Princess Maria’s palm, its only
movement an occasional bulging out of its throat, as its big round eyes watched
her.

“A prince?” she said thoughtfully, after a while.  “Prince of where?”
 
 

“Of Lower Lotharingia”, the amphibian croaked.  “A land of prosperous farmers and merchants
waiting to welcome me back with my beautiful queen, if you would do me that homour.  It is blessed with a fine climate, and
limitless wealth from its – “
 
 

“Silver mines” she interrupted.  “Yes, I know all about them.  Daddy lets me sit in on the military
briefings.  We’ve 200,000 men poised on the
borders, and we’ve made a deal with Upper Lotharingia to split the country
between us.  The enemy army’s just a bunch of part-time soldiers – merchants and farmers. They won’t last two days against our armoured divisions.  Then we can enslave the survivors and put them to work in the silver mines.  Daddy thinks we can double
the output! A chain-gang of 30 miners can produce almost 30 ounces of silver a day, if they’re whipped hard enough.”
“So why would I want to marry you?”
 
 

“But… but you could be a beloved queen, and – “ the frog
began.

“Or a despotic empress” she laughed, picking the animal up
by its back foot, where it dangled helplessly for a moment, before being tossed
onto the sun-baked flagstones for the crows.
 
Try clicking on ‘fairy tale’ in that word cloud to the right, if you liked the words, and on ‘heart-stopping beauty’ if you preferred the pictures.

Price discrimination



Good session for you? 
Great.

Yeah, it got pretty intense there in the middle, didn’t
it?  I really thought you were about to
use the safeword. You were like – oh my
god, I can’t take this.  But you just
about got through it, didn’t you?  You look pretty exhausted now, though!

Oh – while you’re getting dressed.  There’s something I wanted to mention, about
session rates.

See, I’ve realised I’ve just got too many clients and it
seems crazy that a session I really actually enjoy with some devoted old slave
costs the same per hour as a one-off with a businessman visiting from Tokyo, or
something.

So I got together with Anne, and we, like, went through the list of
all my regulars, you know.  So the ones I
actually like sessioning with were rated ‘A’ and they’ll only pay half rates
and so on.

Yeah, it’s a good idea isn’t it?  Should have done it ages ago.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you were rated
‘D’.  So if you want to keep on
sessioning with me, you’ll be paying five times as much as you have been.

Hmm?  Oh no! It’s not
that I don’t want to session with you any more! 
You’re not an ‘E’.  I just need a
lot more money to tolerate spending time with someone as irritating as you,
that’s all. 

OK, you can go and get
dressed now.

Still here? Go on – fuck off.

The part of the lovely Tiffany Naylor in this little tale was played by the lovely Tiffany Naylor.  Who, I am sure, never tells her clients to fuck off unless that’s what they want.  Or need.

Contemplant le divin



Regular readers will know that this blog’s theme does not lend itself well to standing up bravely against intimidation.  Quite the opposite, actually.  Nonetheless, although I don’t often mention it here, this blog is produced in Paris, where I live.  So, I just want to say:

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’etendard sanglant est levé!
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
 
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
 
 
 
 
For those of you looking for something more in the usual line, try  this:
 
 
Or wait until Tuesday.