Author: Servitor

Secret admirer


 


Oh darling, before we start playing – here’s something you’ll
like.

You have a secret admirer! 
No, really.  You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago?  Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff.  And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.

It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff.  Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing.  She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories.  There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice.  And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.


Yeah, I know.  Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I?  I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example.  It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them.  The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you.  It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs.  She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake.  But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.

I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself.  It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.

How did I find it?  Oh, I don’t know.  Just playing around on the Internet.  There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?

Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy!  Pretty exciting, huh?  Maybe I should be jealous of her!

If it really is a her.

You ready now?  I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.

Crossover


Hi there!  Listen, have you ever thought about how it must be for porn stars who aren’t in the femdom ‘scene’ who do an occasional femdom shoot?

I don’t mean those porn stars who just don’t have a clue about femdom – who pose around in some bit of leather or holding a whip, before getting naked and screwing some guy.

No, I mean girls who can do femdom properly – but just not very often.  By ‘properly’ I mean just punishing the guy and demeaning him and stuff like that.  And never letting him fuck her. 

Me, for example.  Hi!  This is me doing a spanking scene.



Exciting isn’t it?  And you can get on over to Clare Spanks Men and get more of that.  Servitor did and he’s hardly able to walk for wanking so hard.  Here’s another:



Stern, aren’t I?  But I’m not a domme.  I’m a mainstream porn star.  See – this is also me.  Actually, this is the sort of thing I spend more of my time doing than the ‘stern’ thing:



Or this…



And there are some even more revealing pictures out there – of me naked, or me having sex.  Videos too!  Vaginal, anal, oral.  A lot of oral…my lips lovingly wrapped around fat, veined cock.  But the little submissive who runs this blog isn’t allowed to show pictures like that.  They’re only for real men, you see.

And that, in a nutshell, is my point.  You can fantasise about my being some stern governess type if you like, or a hard-ass fitness trainer like this:



or a stern boss:



…and if that was the only thing I ever did, like a lot of spanking models and dommes, maybe that would be OK.  Of course I’m unapproachable, of course I’m an ice maiden, of course I don’t have the slightest interest in you as a man or in the thing in your pants, except as a possible cause of your habitual disobedience and thoughtlessness.  Of course – because I’m dominant and you’re submissive.

(Did you enjoy that? I was belittling and humiliating you.  You creepy little guy) 

Maybe you’d think that at the end of the shoot, I give a cheerful couple of extra spanks, and at weekends I go off to fetish parties with my friends in the scene.  Then it’s not so embarrassing to fantasise about my spanking you, is it?

But!  But but but, how much more humiliating is it to know that when I’m not behaving like that in the shoots and videos you fantasise to, I’m behaving like this on other sites?



…or even like this:

 
(yes, the panties do keep coming down.  But only on sites for real men.  So you don’t get to see anything more.)


Or even this – I think I can just about allow Servitor to post this one, although it’s not enormously deferential to what you submissive little creeps consider the superior sex:



and there’s more.  I fuck, I suck, I cum…you know, I do the normal things that normal guys want porn stars to do. 

…but having seen all that – and knowing that I will and do ‘put out’ for men who can actually cope with that sort of thing – how do you think I feel about this guy?


(Do you think when I’ve finished smacking this guy’s ass, I push him off and breathe out heavily and say – oh wow, baby!  That was fucking wild!  No. I don’t.  Because I’m treating him like a fucking naughty boy, not a lover, not a man.)


..or this one:


(Do I look like I’m in a state of sexual arousal in this picture?  Feel free to refer to some of my non-pervert photos further up, if you’re unsure about the answer).


And…finally (because although I’m sure you’re not tired of pictures of me, I’m certainly tired of talking to you) how do you think I feel about you?  About the ‘men’ who get more turned on by my shouting fully clothed at some little wimp before putting him over my lap, than you do by my fucking some stud of a guy?

How do you think I feel about you?

Knowing, that while this – and more – is readily available online to men who get turned on by real sex…




 
(well, I can’t really show little pansies like you the full scene you understand, but here’s a couple of scenes cropped so you can only see my face. You have to imagine what  else is going on.)


…and there are plenty where that big wide open mouth of mine is full, too.  Not for you, though.

But the only use of my mouth and tongue you’re going to get is to scold you.  Like a naughty child:


…and this is the closest you’re ever going to get to between my legs:



I’m a real woman and I like to fuck real men.  So much, I’ve made a career out of it.  Men all over the world fantasise about me going to bed with them, fucking them, sucking their cocks… And you are… what?  Fantasising about the big strong Australian girl with the muscular thighs smacking your bottom and telling you off as you lie across her lap.  Pathetic.

Humiliated?  You deserve it.

The part of the porn star in this tale was played by the astonishing Gigi Allens.  All these photos are of her, and I think we can agree that she is indeed an example of that very rare breed: a mainstream model and porn star who really can dominate.  I have no idea if her opinion about that – and about us- is as presented here.  But you know… it just might be.
 
All domination photos are from Clare Spanks Men.  Try it – if enough of you do, they might forgive me for using so many of their photos.  It’s good, anyway.  
 
The vanilla photos are from all over the place, so don’t even ask.  You shouldn’t be looking for that sort of smut anyway.





Turning points number eleventy-six

…well, I can’t remember if it’s exactly the eleventy-sixth in the series, but it’s certainly something like that.  Yay!  Turning points!  Captioned images that – unusually for a blog about femdom – do not depict femdom situations. Not yet, anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 



Just click on ‘turning points’ in the wordcloud thingy over there if you want more of this.  Or on something else if you don’t.  Clicking “Other world kingdom” for example, will take you to captioned images of situations that are rather unambiguously femdom.  Clicking on ‘giant wooden dildo’ will take you to the only caption I have done featuring a giant wooden dildo.  That kind of thing.


My philosophy

Fundamentally, I am rather lazy, as my Significant Other will confirm.  As She’s not here just now*, I thought today that rather than bother to write any captions myself, I would let others do so – freely and shamelessly borrowing from the world’s greatest philosophical thinkers (and Craig Silvey, whoever the hell he is but he has a great quote).

 

 
 

 
 
I must be a very bad man, then, because I desire it desperately.
 
 
 

 

 

 

 





*You won’t tell Her, will you?

If it is there it is here – but not vice-versa

A few weeks back, several of you were kind enough to comment on a post of mine asking advice about publicising this blog.  I have now set up a Tumblr version of the blog, at http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/. 

Many thanks especially to Total Discord and an anonymous commenter who suggested doing this.

However, if you’re reading this here there is little point in going there.  I have set up automatically to update when I post to this blog, but Tumblr requires that posts are categorised as photos, text and so on.  So a mixed post of this sort does not go up.  I have the automatic update set to ‘photo’ so every time I post here the first captioned image will be on Tumblr, but nothing else:  not the other images and no text.  A story using photos (like the recent Anne in Space) will be rather incomprehensible, as it would just consist of an uncaptioned picture of Anne wearing a spacesuit.  Which is very nice, obviously – almost as nice as Anne not wearing a spacesuit – but not really what I intended.  I’ll also queue up some old captions, posted here long ago, to keep the Tumblr ticking over.  But anyway, there will be nothing there that has not already been posted here, so you’re in the right place already!  Well done, you.

On with the show:

 
Very wise precaution.
 
 

 

Isn’t it just?  Fast Show reference, obviously, for UK viewers.
No?  I’ll get me coat…

 

 
Leave the back door open and lock the front.  That’s what my mother always used to say, anyway.
 

 

Oooh – exciting!  I wonder what she’s planning for those crucial last few seconds?  (Actually, of course, I already know but let’s just say I don’t want to ruin the surprise).
 
 

New dommes – don’t try this at home!  No, hang on.  Let me clarify: if you want to get drunk in session, do try it at home.  Not down the pub.

Outer space now belongs to…

Anne!  And it’s got some stupid title but anyway it’s the Anne in space film!

Here are some publicity photos, and a sneak preview of the dialogue – well, monologue – from one of the best scenes.


Houston?  Crewmember
Brand here for Janus 9.   We have an
emergency. Oxygen levels are now at 43% nominal and dropping fast.  I am in my suit and my status is green, but
Commander Cooper and Crewman Benlow are out of their suits. Please advise, over.

Negative, Houston. 
The Commander and Crewman cannot en-suit at this time, because they were
engaged in sexual congress and the Commander cannot disengage.  Over.

Yeah – it’s kind of a forced bi thing I was making them
do.  We’ve had a bit of a femdom scene
going on up here, and I thought it would be funny to make the Commander fuck the Crewman up the ass.  They begged me not to, but I’m in charge in here.  Over.
What?  Well sure it’s relevant to the emergency, dickbrain!  Ahem, sorry, the Commander’s sexual organ appears to be
unusually engorged, Houston, probably due to the sudden drop in capsule pressure.  Consequently he cannot disengage from the
Crewman.  Over.

Houston, do you copy?  Oxygen at 31%.  Rate of depressurisation constant.  Over.

Negative, Houston, the Commander is unable to join this conversation.  It’s just on my suit channel.  I’m not broadcasting it through the cabin, Houston, because they’d be really embarrassed and they might hyperventilate.   Right now they’re breathing fast and shallow, like we did in training for emergency depressurisation.
Request permission to detach
the Commander’s penis from the rest of his body and thus enable both
crewmembers to suit up. Over.
 
 

Houston, do you copy?  Over.


Houston, awaiting response.


Over.


Glad you’re back, Houston.  You went kind of quiet there.  You want me to say again? 
Sure.  Can I castrate the
Commander?  He really doesn’t want me to
but I think it’s the only way.  I’ve got
a scalpel right here.  Oxygen now at 23%
nominal.  Over.



Say again, Houston? 
Turn the oxygen back up?  No, I
don’t know how to do that.  I’ve heard
it’s kind of complicated.  Over.

Negative, Houston.  I
can’t see a dial that looks like that.  
I could look for one, but it would take a long time. But I’ve got the
scalpel.  Right here.  Please advise, over.
 
 

Oxygen levels now at 19% nominal, Houston.


Your call.

You can get more with a kind word and a whip…

… than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.





Disappointed?  Well.. maybe a little.
 
 

 



He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.
 
 




 
 

 



Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now…
 
  

 



Woof.
 
I’ll confess, I don’t often last the full twenty seconds.  But she’s not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.
 
 

 

At the hairdressers



Hi honey!

What?  Oh, my poor embarrassed baby!  You haven’t been worrying about that all day,
have you, honey?

Listen – if that’s what makes you feel sexy, it’s fine with
me, OK?  But I just need you to wash the trainers
out each time you do it, before I use them again, that’s all.

Oh, really?  Well, honey, you know
I run every day, so I guess they’ll get stinky again pretty quickly, won’t they?
Not stinky enough?  Awww… I’m sorry honey.  But you know, it’s not nice for me when I want to go for a run, if you’ve spurted all over the inside, see, and –


Oh – hey!  I just had
a brilliant idea.  Why don’t we keep an
old pair of my trainers for you to come in? 
You could sniff the pair I’m using as much as you like, but then when you jerk off you’d do it into one of the old ones.  Then I
wouldn’t have to worry about finding my new trainers all sticky! 

Yeah?  That works?

Oh – if I force you, huh?  Honey, you’re really pretty kinky aren’t you!  Sure – I can force you.  I’ll tie your hands behind your back and force your face down onto my stinky trainers with my foot – how about that?

Yeah – I thought you’d like that.  Or I could tie you to the bed and leave one over your face all night. Yeah, you betta believe it.  All night, honey.  Not in my bed, obviously.  I’m not sleeping with a smelly old trainer in the bed.  But I can put you in the guest bedroom.

What’ll I do?  Oh, I’ll be OK.  No, really. It’s OK honey.   
I mean, it’s not like our sex life was great anyway and – oh, I’m not
blaming you, honey!  It’s not your fault
you’re so small.  But I think we’ll both
be happier if you don’t have to try to please me in bed any more.  I was thinking anyway of telling you not to bother – I mean, it just makes you all embarrassed and ashamed, and it does nothing for me so –

Hmm?  No honey, that’s
just Mario talking.  I’m at the
hairdressers.

Not these, honey.  These are mine, OK?

Well of course he heard, honey, but don’t be silly about it. 
Mario wouldn’t say a thing. 
Hairdressers know how to keep secrets – don’t you Mario?  Anyway, I told him weeks ago about our wedding
night, so he already knows half the story.
Well sure, honey.  About all the condoms being too big to stay on and how you had to ask at the hotel reception for extra small and all that.  He was really sympathetic, even though he’s never had the problem himself.  Just the opposite, actually.
What? Oh, I didn’t mean anything by that, honey.  Just talking nonsense.  I do when I’m at the hairdresser’s.  Listen, anyway, we need to get my trainers cleaned up.  If you won’t wash them, then I guess you’re going to have to lick it out, aren’t you?  Yes, now, honey.  You got them there? OK, well you’re going to have to put the phone down to get your face right in there and lick it all out, OK?

Oh – hang on!  Before you hang off, my old trainers are in the closet by the kitchen door, OK?  Those are what you use for playing with yourself, honey, not the new ones!  I mean it!

That’s right.  OK, honey, have a good time.  I’ll be back quite late – maybe not until nine or so.  I’m having some complicated hair treatments today.  I expect you’ll find something to amuse yourself with until I’m back.  Won’t you?

Bye!

See honey?  This is where you’ll be making love from now on.  You’ll always have a choice between two sexy lovers who’ll never tell you you’re too small, and they don’t mind how quickly you come!  Do you wanna give them names?  I think you should give them names.