Servitor – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

In the summertime (7)

Hmm? Oh, no no: we’re still doing the holiday special thing. I just thought you might appreciate a bit of a break from the relentless beach babe theme, that’s all.

What’s that? You like looking at pictures of beautiful women in bikinis? Oh… well, OK then. That’ll be back tomorrow. Today we’re doing this.

There’s no pleasing some people…

Reminder. Servitor chained up while the important people are on holiday, three images a day, not monitoring the blog as I’m too busy fending off the rats who want my slops. Goodness, isn’t summertime exhausting?

In the summertime (2)

In the summertime

Yes, it’s the time of year when sun, sea and sand beckon and I strain towards them on my chain in the cold, dark cellar, waiting for my SO to return from her well-earned holiday. A opportunity to clear out the rubbish, as my SO likes ominously to warn me, so three captioned images a day, all pre-scheduled so no context or chat and probably no response to comments. Just one week this year (I think… I’ve only been left with one week’s food and water anyway). This year’s summer special will have a special theme: summer.

Back to what passes here for normal on Tuesday 19th.

And don’t forget to thank her

Kindness costs nothing, unlike cruelty which in my experience costs several hundred pounds an hour.

I think she’s not convinced but there’s still time. He’s getting to that point that negotiation experts call ‘closing’ and subs call ‘desperate pleading’.

I think for the next few hours at least, *you’re* Treasure’s favourite toy.

More life skills: maintaining eye contact is a good way of projecting confidence, trust and stupidity.

Even without the label you’d always know a Cruella shot from the glamorous locations, right?

Wow – bet he’s glad he’s not *that* guy!

More negotiation tips here, but… well, I’ve just never understood how anyone could do anything other than giving Annie whatever she wants, immediately.

You made the rules and you could not see

…y ou made a life out of hurting me.

Males always have disgusting things in mind. It’s not their fault (but that’s no reason to let them off a beating for it) – they *are* disgusting.

Contrary to the stereotype about women’s sexual preferences, findommes tend to want to skip the foreplay of little teasing gifts and just get straight into deep penetration of their partners’ bank accounts.

She’s going to be hanging around in lingerie a lot from now on. It’s just her making sure, to show how she feels about you.

I was about to ask whether there’s anything worse than having a lovely pair of shoes when your chain’s *just* too short for your lips to reach them… but there are worse things, obviously. Many, many worse things – as my SO has been kind enough to teach me, over the years.

This could explain some of the apparently random and heartless decisions global companies have taken in recent years, actually. Maybe I’ll write something for the Harvard Business Review.

Must be nice for Kate and her boy, being ‘out’. I’ve had to read up about epilepsy, because that’s our cover story if anyone ever sees me writhing around on the floor gasping incoherently after saying the wrong thing to my SO (or looking like I might be about to). Still, I suppose that’s a small price to pay for living the fantasy in reality.

A surprising facility for pain

Essentially the title is purely descriptive: we are back (after waking up woozily, dangling upside down, swaying around sickeningly as the abduction van tackles the winding country lanes) in the Facility. It’s a woman-owned, woman-run business that provides an ideal country break. Women can relax here, while men can get away from the stresses and cares of their everday lives to experience stresses and cares that are so, so much worse, for as long as their sponsors decide to keep them there.