Tie me up, put me down

 
Lucky old bastard.
This image is from Femdom Planet.  Tall German dommes…and this bloke.
 
 


Stand by your man.

 

Looks like he did, too.  But I think he’s going to sober up very fast when they get started.
NB: Contemplating the Divine does not endorse (or particularly enjoy) getting good and drunk before a BDSM session.  Contemplating the Divine just likes writing silly captions, that’s all. 
 
 
It’s not real oppression if you’re forced to do it.  You have to beg to be allowed…




Actually, I’m experiencing some spike pain even looking at the picture.

Crawling to learn

Mistress dental care
Oh, we do.  We do.
 
 

Isn’t this picture wonderful?
 
 

Women eh?  Can never make their minds up, silly things.
 
 

Not many calories in the dirt on the soles of her shoes, alas.
 
 

I can’t stand those mens libbers with all their ‘votes for men’ nonsense.  We just shouldn’t worry our ugly little heads about it, that’s what I say. Ironing’s more my thing.

Strictly factual

OK, time for a new series.  And I hope at least some of you like it, because I’ve done loads of these, and I’ll post more some time…

OWKfacts, that’s they are.  Interesting, and little-known (because untrue) facts about the Other World Kingdom, a much missed now defunct femdom facility in the Czech Republic.  I might have mentioned the place once or twice before, now I come to think of it…

All pictures, of course, must originally have come from www.owk.cz and were found either there or on tumblr etc. 

Enjoy.  Or don’t – see if I care.

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

Taking responsibility



Mr Carter?

Oh – you prefer “Billie”?  OK – hi Billie.

I don’t know if you remember me?  I’m your anaesthetist.

Anaesthetist.  Do you know what an anaesthetist is?

No?  Well – do you remember before you went to sleep?  You were on a trolley, and you went off to surgery?  Big room… lots of medical equipment?

That’s right!  I’m the one who talked to you just before you went to sleep!

‘The pretty one’?  Oh, am I?  That’s a nice thing to say!

Well, anyway, I just wanted to be the first to let you know, that there was a little bit of a problem, while you were asleep.  I did a silly thing.  I might have given you just a bit too much gas.  And of the wrong sort.  So –

No, not like the gas they put in balloons.  Well, maybe a bit like that, but –

No, you’re not going to blow up like a balloon.  These were gases that affect your brain.

Brain.

Yes, you do have a brain.  Everyone has a brain.  It’s where you do your thinking!

Are you?  Thinking about me, and how pretty I am?  What – right now?  How sweet.  But don’t touch yourself down there, Billie, OK?  It’s not nice.

Anyway, you see, I gave you a bit too much of some of the gas.  And it’s made your brain go a bit funny.  You’re going to find thinking a bit harder from now on, that’s all.

Well, yes, I suppose it is still easy to think about how pretty I am.  Aren’t you sweet?  But do you remember what we said about not touching yourself down there?  Right.

Look, anyway, I’ve got a piece of paper here, you see?  It says ‘waiver’ on the top?

No, it’s not for waving.  It’s for signing.  You see?  There – where it says ‘William Carter’.  That’s where you sign your name. 

Yes, I know you can’t remember how to sign.  But if you take the pen – no, other way round, that’s right – and then put the pointy end onto the paper, there might be some residual autonomic motor functions, that –

Well, never mind what all that means, Billie, just SIGN THE FUCKING DOCUMENT!

That’s good.  Very good.  Oh thank God for that.

Oh – don’t cry.  I’m sorry I got cross, OK?

Let me just put this document somewhere very safe.

Listen, Billie, I think it’s probably best if you don’t go home on your own, OK?

Really?  Oh.  It’s worse than I thought.  Yes, well if you can’t remember where it is, I suppose it’s even more important that you go and live somewhere else.

I was thinking… would you like to come and live with me?  And my friend Julie.  You could help clean up around the apartment, and maybe –

Is she as pretty as me?  Well, I suppose she is.  She’s quite a lot taller than me… and very strong.  But she doesn’t like men very much, so perhaps at first you should be a bit careful around her.

Billie!  What did we say about touching yourself down there?  If you do that again, I’ll be really cross, and I’ll…um…

What’s that?  Don’t mumble!

‘Smack your bottom’?  Well, yes, I probably will smack your bottom.  So don’t do it, OK?  Or I’ll smack your bottom.  Really hard.

I think I’m going to get something to stop you touching it, unless I say so, all right?  That’ll help a bit with Julie, too.

So – do you want to come and live with me and Julie?  That’s great. In that case, you just need to sign another document –

– here –

oh clever you!  You remembered to use the pointy end!

 I think you’ll be very happy living with us. As long as you do everything you’re told, OK?  Or else, I’ll have to –

– that’s right!  Smack your bottom!  And –

err…, no Julie probably won’t smack your bottom.  Well, I dunno, she might.  But she’d probably do something much worse.  Really, you do not want to annoy Julie.  OK?  She can get very cross, and I think she might hurt you if she does.

And Julie might be annoyed at first about you coming to live with us.  But I’ll talk to her about it, OK?  It was my fault you got so much of the gas that stops you thinking, so I thought I should take responsibility. And if you stay in my apartment all the time, maybe no one will ask any questions about you either.  I think Julie will understand.

Hmm?  Well, I’m not surprised you don’t understand.  Not after that dose.  It’s surprising you have any functioning brain cells left.  (Sigh)  Well, don’t worry.  I’m going to be doing all your thinking for you from now, OK?  You just have to do everything I say.

Right, come on then.  I think we can just go right away – my car’s in the parking lot downstairs.

No, you don’t need any special clothes.  Your gown’s fine.

Oh yes, don’t worry about that.  I’ll say goodbye to the nurses for you, OK?  Actually, it’s a bit of a secret you’re coming to live with me!  Isn’t that exciting?  Can you keep a secret?  Great.  Well, just don’t say anything to anyone on the way out, OK?

Then once you’re in my apartment, I’ll make sure you can’t accidentally wander off and get lost, OK?

I don’t know – some sort of leash, I expect.

Come on. 

 

Welcome home, Billie

New year, same old…

Actually, in most conversations it’s good to have a hairbrush handy.  Just in case.
 
 

Quite right.  What’s the worst that can happen?
 I don’t know who this lady is, but if anyone does, please let me know and I will crawl to her in person to beg forgiveness… and also credit the picture.
 




Actually, all her dungeon equipment is.



 This is Mistress Bella, presumably to be found at thaidomina.com.  I wonder what that site’s about?
 

Philosophy.  It’s a girl thing.
  And these lovelies are from a video by popular musical group White Flame. Easy enough to find. Harder to like.
 
 

Again.

Coming out

A lot of people live secret lives, hiding their true selves away, fearful of mocking and misunderstandings.  I’ve certainly done that for decades – decades too long, I would say.  Well, I’ve made a momentous decision for the new year.  I’m going to speak in public about what I truly feel in private. I’m going to  – not ‘admit’ because that implies wrongdoing – but celebrate my sexuality.  I’m going to share this first with you – the loyal readers of this blog.

Out loud and out proud.

Here we go…

(deep breath)

I, Servitor, have a sexual fetish.  I get sexually aroused by thoughts of sexually dominant women, controlling, punishing and humiliating me.  I am, in short, a sexual ‘submissive’.

There.  That feels so much better!  No doubt I’ll lose many readers of this blog, shocked at the nature of these revelations – but it’s their loss and not mine.  I’d like to thank those readers broadminded enough to keep on reading.  You know my secret now – and that’s a sacred trust.  I know I can rely on you, even though I have not the slightest idea who any of you are.

Masturbation glove lady - or not
Actually, I thought for a moment they were the punishment gloves.  Or the other punishment gloves.
 
 

It does seem rather odd that I (for example) am not allowed on the furniture but I do still get to choose the Government.
 
 

Puppy play
Puppy play!  In my youth I liked puppy play.  Sadly, now it’s ‘tired old dog being dragged around slowly on aching knees under threat of a whipping’ play.
 
 

English governesses
Oh.  I think I have a lot of bad habits that I might need some help with, you know.
 
 

You know, there’s really nothing like a chastity belt for putting ladies at their ease with you.  It takes away all that nonsense about being male, or a potential sexual partner, and allows you to just be yourself.

When the godesses wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

True on so many levels. 

I hope you had a good Christmas.  I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance. 

In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites.  Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.

sperm sample nurse
Don’t worry if you can’t fill it.  Just ask one of the other men standing alongside you.  I’m sure they won’t mind.
 
 

Boyfriends!  The curse of the sissy sub’s life.  Still, I suppose someone has to play the football.
 
 

It’s good that she’s not letting these petty irritations affect her work. No messing about, just getting on with it.  That’s the way.
 
 

Ah, the majesty of the legal system.
 
 

“Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought.

She knows if you’ve been bad or good




So be bad, for goodness’ sake!
 
 

Ironing flr slave

Try to look more pleased.  She went to all that effort, after all.
 





Other World Christmas
It works on the opposite principle from the usual ones.  Every day, another slave is locked in.  Then on Christmas Day itself, they all spend the entire day inside, with no food, being ignored by the ladies and having to piss and shit on the ones below.  It’s a very special time of year.
 
 





All I want for Christmas
Hmmm.  Looks like a single domme session after all.  Still, maybe she’ll make it a memorable one.
 
 





Christmas governess
Oh, wouldn’t that just be awful?  Sigh.
 This lovely image is from the English Governess site.






Christmas in a cage
Remember – a cage is for life, not just for Christmas.
 
Extra pictures!  Not just the usual five!  Iiiit’s Christmas! 

 

I wouldn’t worry about it.  Everyone always loses fiddly little things like that at Christmas.  They usually turn up.
 
 

 

She could have put reindeer horns on him.  For a festive touch.  Don’t you think?
This is the redoubtable Mistress Wildefyre, in a photoshoot at (the public front of) a site called Cruel Women Rules. Thanks to Gameboy, blogger at Following Blindly Again, for the identifycation.
 
 
Don’t worry about getting him a present.  It’s her.
 
 

Frankly, Mistress, spank me

The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.

The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
                 I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry

No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear.  Onward, with feeling:

Lesbian trap
I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest.  All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they?  It must be true – the Internet sez so.

Keeps you fit.  Very good for your health.  Until she reaches five, anyway.

One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise.

The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever.

Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet.

A lucky break

 


Hi Sweetie!  Listen, I met
someone you used to work with, last night. 
I mean, before you lost your job. One of Rob’s friends.  Brad – somebody? Yes, that’s right.  Tall guy, very good-looking.  Was he in your team?  Did he? 
Wow, hard to imagine you being his boss.
Anyway, he’s got your old job, now. Well – sort of.  They’ve expanded it a bit, given him two
extra divisions to manage I think. 
T
hey’re doing really well! 
He said you weren’t very good at winning 
business because clients found you a bit creepy, or something like that.  Funny what a difference these little things make!  Oh, and apparently your team never liked you much.  But with him in charge, all that’s
changed!  Isn’t that great?
Anyway, I was telling him you’ve been unemployed all this
time, and how desperate you are for work, and that you’re looking for opportunities – and guess what he said!
Apparently, he needs a cleaner!  Three hours a day, you know to pick up around
his apartment and do the dishes and his laundry and things like that.  And he’ll pay 25% over minimum wage – because
he says he’s really messy!  He told Rob that anyone who’d handwash his dirty socks deserved at least a 25% bonus over minimum wage.  He’s such a funny guy – had us all laughing all evening.
Well, of course I said you’d love to!  So maybe you can pop round today, and he can
show you where all the things are. 
Oh –
and it gets better.  He said he’d ask around at work, to see if anyone else needs laundry doing
or something!  They’re all really busy,
and the company gave them all huge bonuses last year, so he reckons there’s a
good chance!  He even had this brilliant business idea! You could do laundry for the whole team – you know, just pop into your old office two or three times a week and pick it up from anyone who has anything for you, then deliver it all again, all clean and neatly ironed, a day or two later.  Wasn’t he clever to think of something like that!  Maybe that’s why he’s so much more successful than you were. 
Wasn’t that lucky!  He’s
really nice, actually.  I hope he’s there
again tonight.