beleza de Nata – Contemplating the divine

The wise man knows himself to be a fool

And I don’t claim to be wise enough for that, but at least I have the self-awareness to pay ladies to tell me what an idiot I am.

It’s good they have a relationship where he can just get down on his knees and admit to things like this.

Looks like someone forgot rule 7…

Poor old fat bastard is going to need counselling after the session, Fortunately, that’s something she provides too – she specialises in men who suffer from anxiety.

Nata’s got so much love to take and so little time.

On the packet it does say ‘not to be ingested’, but she says ‘lick it all off’ and who are you going to obey?

Some might find these contraptions excessively complicated, but Barbara’s not afraid to try things and just keep trying until they work out.

Quant à moi, peu dormi, vidé, brimé

C’est le 14 juillet, et nous célébrons les déesses républicaines françaises telles que Marianne et… euh…

Liberté, Egalité, Sororité!

Bon, je pense que ça suffit pour la langue française aujourd’hui.

Captions with a vaguely French connection, anyway.

Paris is famous for its stylish leather goods.

One from my ‘advice to a US sub visiting Europe‘ occasional series, obviously. The caption is deliberately misleading: the French insist on following their own local food customs, so you’ll probably find yourself swallowing butts from unfiltered Gauloises, rather then some mild ‘low tar’ cigarettes.

As the label might indicate to even the most male-brained reader, this is of course the magnificent, elegant and beautiful Ibicella, who can be found, worshipped and, ideally, donated to at the address shown. And here she is being adorable.

You might not learn many words in French, but you’ll be *really* good on everyday (and every hour, minute and second) politeness.

And do I really need to mention this is Mistress Eleise? Look, I like maple syrup as much as the next slave, but I can tell you: it is not Canada’s greatest export. I’ve tried both.

Her dungeon doesn’t actually have a view of the Tour Eiffel, you understand. It doesn’t have a view of anything.

There are actually plusieurs esclaves, but they are all much the same.

Or maybe they’re just trying to make things more interesting for the ladies.

P.S. Allez les Bleus! Mais aussi les lions anglais…

P.P.S. OK, so the Bleus didn’t really allez. Or not as much as the Spanish went ándale ándale ándale anyway. So to cheer up any depressed frenchmen – or heterosexual males of any sort, I imagine – here’s the lovely Ibicella, being patriotic.

Do you want to see a grown man cry?

I suppose they’re better suited to a ‘1980s called’ post, like the last one, but I can’t resist linking to the ladies in this lovely dance act from the time, as they do indeed all look as if they just strode imperiously from the pages of those old femdom magazines. Ahhhhh…

Sometimes couples need a little time apart. I’m sure my own relationship is much stronger for all the time I spend in the oubliette – out of sight and out of mind.

Don’t worry: there’s an emergency over-ride code. She’s got it written down somewhere, I expect.

Consent is a gift in a BDSM relationship – and doesn’t she deserve to be given everything you possess and more?

The first time I (tried to) have sex with a girl she said it was a ‘unique’ experience and, looking back now, I’m impressed by how prescient she was.

Some commenters might be tempted to observe that the sundial’s not going to work if most of it is in the shade. To which I’d reply, first, that it’s art not mere functional construction and, second, that you are welcome to explain that to Mistress Jennifer, just as three of the men in this picture did. She always needs more materials. Finally, some pedant or other is bound to point out that there are thirteen figures on the dial, to which I can only say that Mistress J has an Orwellian approach to many things in her life.

Remember: if you don’t like any of the contractual terms, you can just walk away now and never, ever see her again. It’s time to think about what’s important in life.

And there we are! That’s the end of Tuesday’s post. So… yeah! No more new material here until Friday, I suppose. Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays, those are the days Servitor posts. I mean, it’s not as if there’s ever a post on Wednesday, right? That would just be weird. So no point in coming back to check, tomorrow. Although… you never know, right? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look on Wednesday. Now, would it?

But only if she says you can

Consent is so important in femdom, don’t you agree? So many men in the scene just don’t get that: but the way I see it, if you’re down on your knees and you want to get up but she doesn’t give her explicit consent, then that’s an absolute no-no. No ifs, no buts, no pleading. So what if your knees are hurting? Women have a right to decide what to do with their own males and that’s that.

Keep calm. It’s probably just one of those deals in which they remain attached to you but they’re ‘technically’ hers, you know? To kick and crush whenever she likes. Anyway, you might win. The King’s got to be the most powerful piece, right? And you’ve still got that.

If you think about it, it’s actually quite arrogant for a human male to think he deserves better treatment than a ‘real’ dog. I mean, dogs are quite intelligent, so if anything it should be the other way around.

Actually, one of the guys with a beard just behind her is wearing women’s slacks* under his shorts, so it’s not just you.

Just another stunningly beautiful woman (Nata Lee), lounging around in red lingerie until she gets cross and decides it’s time to put you over her lap and smack your bottom until you cry. Contemplating the Divine… because ‘real life’ is over-rated.

Of course the normal guys don’t pay anything like as much for making the mess as you have to to clean it up. But then if life was fair I guess we wouldn’t have femdom.

Anya’s a lot more relaxed and open about her AFM past then many A-listers. No names but if you happen to own a copy of April 2013, there’s a certain Hollywood megastar actress who’d pay a lot to get hold of it and remove it, permanently… or would pay someone else a lot to do the same to you.

I’m not a crossdresser (not by choice, anyway) but this actress’s understanding but ever so slightly amused expression is just perfect, don’t you think?

Dream girls

The sort where you wake up in a cold sweat with your heart thumping.

Well, if it’s pitiful enough it should, shouldn’t it? That’s what ‘pitiful’ means. Perhaps you could mansplain that to her – it can only help.

I don’t think they’d be in much doubt anyway, but best to make sure.

They pride themselves on delivering the product unharmed. It’s not just for ethical reasons: several of their clients specifically say they want to receive it entirely free of bruises, cuts or burn marks and with all bodily parts still attached. And they are *very* client-focused.

I tried a sperm donation centre once but they didn’t even have a key – so what was I supposed to do? Fortunately, the nurses there saw the funny side.

You don’t want to eat the stripy yellow and red ones, by the way. OK, obviously you probably don’t actually *want* to eat any of them at all, but that’s not my point.

I’d much rather give her a coffee than my opinion.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword

The back is mostly devoted to warnings about how ugly the front is. But fortunately it’s quite hard to read through all the welts.

Those early feminist books were groundbreaking, but modern female supremacist thinking, with its emphasis on sexual inequality and the importance of women’s autonomy over their boys’ bodies, has moved on.

Their corporate philosophy is that every boy can progress to the absolute limit of his potential, with the right guidance and incentives.

And some sexists think that boys are better at quantitative skills than girls! I’d like to see them beat her at this game.

She doesn’t mind being stopped in the street by admirers. She’s even got a little ‘E’ mini branding iron and is only too happy to heat it up with a lighter, for an autograph.

While humble subbies washed her socks

It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.

How silly of her not to realise that the solution to her problems is right there in the room with her, even as she speaks. In the chest of drawers, there: third drawer down at the back. You could even plug it in for her, so it has plenty of battery.

He likes to give himself a bit of Christmas cheer by imagining that it’s a stable he’s shivering in and that tin bath in which he’ll be plunging a few days later is a manger. No gold, frankincense or myrrh but she did once put a goat in with him.

She’s generous with her gifts: it’s not just the quantity but she also has a knack for choosing something that is just what he least wanted.

Let’s hope she’;s not disappointed. She’s suffered a lot of disappointment in her marriage, poor thing.

That wooden doll on the table is actually a large nutcracker. One of my SO’s girlfriends got her one just like it, one year, and she spent most of the day playing with it obsessively. One of our more memorable Christmasses.

Try to look pleased, even though it’s what she gets you every Christmas or birthday. She’s not thoughtless or anything, mind you: she does think quite a lot about what present you might like. She just doesn’t care.

I’ll take this opportunity to wish all my male readers a miserable, frustrating and humiliating Christmas. I hope you all get what you deserve.

Harsh untruths

“As long as it takes”, usually. Sometimes longer.

What are you waiting for? It’s rare to find a kinky costume that actually turns a woman on. Think how much closer this is going to bring the two of you.

And don’t worry if you have any concerns about her ‘three or four little changes’ – if there’s even one word that you want to change, she’s quite happy to leave the whole idea for now and give you as long as you like to come around.

Later on – with a lot of effort – they put him in the cage. That finally got him to their desired weight, without any more effort on their part, although it took quite a while.

It’s odd how many of the lesbian slavegirls on this blog seem to have an obsession with male genitalia. But I just posts what I sees.

Not entirely a surprise but he was at least hoping Nata would toss him off herself.

Bonny brutality

I don’t pee standing up, either. My SO insists that I do it lying in my bathtub, with my legs up as far over my head as they’ll go. It’s quite uncomfortable – and messy – but she says it’s funnier that way.

The trick is to have a weekly joint budget – and for the male to have sufficient incentive to make sure it isn’t exceeded, no matter what she spends.

You can get an app to track your pillory time each week, I understand, which can be useful for writing letters of thanks.

‘D-I-V-O-R-C-E – find out what you’re worth to her, on the open market.’

Oh good. I hope one of them’s a nice cup of hot chocolate.

It’s not mind-reading. Men can’t really hide it when they’re aroused. I don’t just mean erections – even we submissives who aren’t allowed them exhibit subtler signs, like whining and pleading.

Beach-slapped

Servitor will soon be going on holiday – no more hours of toil chained up in a laundry room in a dark cellar in a town house for me, for the next couple of weeks I’ll be doing my hours of unpaid labour chained up in the laundry room of a luxury holiday villa! As is now traditional, there will be daily posts with captioned images without context, comment, replies to comments or point. But to warm things up, today’s post is holiday-themed.