Just scream and weep

She’ll do the rest.

Well, at least you can be confident you’re in safe hands.  They’re obviously all trained professionals – look, they’ve got nurses’ outfits and everything.
 

 

Oh well. No regrets, eh?  Strawberries are good.
 

 

I think she might be right. She usually is.
 

 

And where’s the fun in that?
This of course is the lovely Mistress Vixen, sometimes to be found virtually at the address shown there.  Oh go on then, I did it for you.  But she seems to be out.

 

What an unpleasant little tale.  Why would anyone write something like that?



Golden rule

Ohhh-kay!  So did you
all hear what he just said, girls?  Can
you remember what that’s called?

That’s right – the safeword. And when we hear the safeword what do we do?

That’s right.  We stop. We stop immediately, OK?  Always.  NO exceptions. This is the most important thing we’re going to cover today – when you hear the safeword you stop.  Period.

 

I mean, if this was a real session, with a regular paying client, that is. Obviously, it doesn’t matter when it’s only Trevor.

 
But normally – if it wasn’t Trevor – what we’d be doing right now is talking to him about what he’s finding difficult in the session, right?  I mean, it’s probably that he can’t stand the pain of the whip any more, but we don’t know that, OK?  Always check.
 
 


So – I’m going to keep on whipping him now, but just
remember – in a real session, I wouldn’t be doing this, not without checking
he’s OK with it. 
Right, now I’m going to
start working from the other side.  Watch
what happens when the tip catches one of the older welts.

 
This was the delightful Mistress Mina Thorne, in a photoshoot for Men Are Slaves.
 
And just for the record: this is just a silly fantasy, OK?  No one was subjected to any non-consensual pain in the making of this blog post.  Well… except Trevor, obviously.

Elle ne regrette rien

I just love that “we agreed”, don’t you?
 

 

It’s working if it’s hurting.
 

 

Oh, it’ll be fine.  What could go wrong?
 

 

Sometimes being humiliated is not the most humiliating thing..
 This of course is the divine Mistress Eleise de Lacy.  I met her.  She’s wonderful!  And no doubt would never be as unprofessional as this, in a real movie.
 
To be fair, it’s been a while since she had a really good orgasm.  So, y’know, she’s owed.

Helpless devotion

Remember – you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, OK?  Unless she orders you to. Obviously.
 

 

If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing properly, they say.
 

 

He probably thought about that quite a lot. But best not to argue.  You know what happens when you argue.

 

 
Makes a lot of sense.
 
 

 

Yeah. Her Kink is not His Kink, you see.  Actually, Her Kink is not Anybody’s Kink, to be completely honest.

Humbled in her presence



 

I wonder what other duties the servants carry out for her?
 

 

It’s always his fault.  That’s quite important.

 

 
Make him what?  Eat pond scum from the bottom and thank you for it, with a smile on his face? Yes, of course you can.
 
 
 
Actually, Jenny isn’t that into lesbianism. But she likes having her flat cleaned and all the laundry done so she puts up with it once a week.
 
 

 

And she’s got the whole morning, so she can take whatever time it needs.

Advice to a novice sub – Part 2

Many readers of this blog ask me questions, and not all of them are of the “Why don’t you just fuck off and die, Servitor?” form, either.  I know you regard me as a kind of wise old man of femdom, and after I published a blog post last year with a few choice tips for submissives less experienced than I am in visiting professional dominant ladies, the response was overwhelming and – in a few cases – not entirely contemptuous.

So, mindful of the fact that you don’t know my real name or address, and so you can’t sue me for any consequences, here is another batch of Servitor’s tips for any subs considering a visit to a pro-domme.

Worshipful company

 

If it’s any consolation, she certainly does care about how well you do the chores.
 

 

There’s plenty of boys.
 
 
It’s amazing, what computers can do these days.

 

I asked a domme once for a session in which she would treat me with utter contempt the whole time. I waited for hours in the rain, and she didn’t turn up, even though I’d pre-paid by credit card. Do you think perhaps she misunderstood?
 

 

Don’t worry, if anyone sees you they’ll probably assume you’re a devout pilgrim doing penance as part of a religious observation. Which, in a sense, you are.

Feeling her pain

…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.

Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules.  I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all.
 

 

It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time.  She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long.  Not a problem.
 

 

Thank you.  Ahhh.
 

 

That sounds very fair.
 

 

Glad to be of service.  It’s the highlight of my month, actually.

Sometimes I get a funny pain

Please help me in my agony, dear Jane, dear Jane, dear Jane.

 

 

Actually, you only booked an hour and half. So that’s an extra half hour free!  Guess you won that one, huh?
 

 

Not at all.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to beg for it.
 

 

Ymmmnneh Mnnntrrrcch!
 
 
 
If you can’t choose, just take a few.  She’ll choose.  Or maybe she won’t.
 

 

I’m sure when Suzie comes, this whole silly misunderstanding will quickly be resolved.