bride – Contemplating the divine

It is better to pay court to a queen … than to worship, as we too often do, some unworthy person whose wealth is his sole passport into society

M. E. W. Sherwood said that and went on “I believe that a habit of respect is good for the human race.” So there you go.

Yes… yes… just get on to the bit about forgiving me. Women, eh? Why can’t they come straight to the point?

There’s a little room you can go to, to… umm… perform the act. A uniformed bank employee will have to watch over you the whole time you’re there, I’m afraid, that’s just the rules. But if you’d rather not… that’ll be fine with her.

They can’t bear the sight of an unwhipped male and who could blame them?

I’m glad to say that my SO told me our wedding night went exactly the way she’d expected and planned. She even showed me a video – looks like all that money spent on the escort agency paid off!

Don’t worry: one day his savings will run out and then they’ll stop feeding him. So there’s that to look forward to.

These hard-driving ladies are, obviously, Goddess Sophia and Mistress Morrigan Hel.

She’s got lots of interesting ideas. She has to, really, because almost every man she meets has only one.

When she snaps her fingers

… you’ll try desperately to remember what Position 4 was, if you’re anything like me (although I do hope for your sake and that of everyone around you that you’re not).

Some men find it difficult adjusting to married life, but many find it makes things a lot easier, usually almost immediately.

He may be a learned judge but it’s taking him ages to get his canter just right, even with all three ladies helping.

Goddess Sophia, Mistress Courtney and…ummm? Anyone? I’m sure I’ll kick myself when I’m told, or maybe pay someone else to make a proper job of the kicking.

Don’t get her wrong: she cares deeply about her piggies. They’re her livelihood, after all, and she can’t afford to use too many, not all at once, anyway.

Find the humbler and ‘snap!’. The job’s a game. A painful BDSM game.

The choice of voltage is about what you need, not what you can take. Mila’s all about giving, anyway, not taking.

Gracious, devilish, mythical ladies

Some women are very hard to satisfy. Others impossible. It’s about 50/50 between the two, in my experience.

Don’t worry, she’ll look after you and provide for all your needs.

You may kiss the floor a respectful distance away from the bride.

Don’t be too disappointed if his humiliation ideas are a bit basic – he’s new to this. And male, so sophistication isn’t really to be expected.

She is nothing if not consistent. Except when she decides on a whim to be capricious.

He’s right about one thing: it *will* be an experience.

Well-behaved women seldom make history

More glimpses of bygone worlds: male inferiority is really nothing new. Should have been last week, but rocket went up.

Justice must be seen to be done – and preferably enjoyed.

She’s an idealist, always hoping for perfection.

Actually, it’s all worked out quite well, as she finds she gets more enjoyment from producing her own eunuchs than merely buying them in.

Just as well: he’s a very poor dancer but his swallowing skills are renowned across the county.

The winner of the tournament will receive his lady’s favour. As will all the other participants, to be honest, as she finds they tire easily.

She is firmly opposed to almost all forms of cruelty and her husband will simply have to reconcile himself to that.

Some women bear children in strength

‘Tis Mothers’ Day!* So we celebrate all mothers, mother-in-laws, stepmothers and other females prepared to take young lads, or older ones for that matter, firmly in hand.

*Yes ’tis, ’tisn’t in May. Not in Britain, we prefer our Mothering Sundays cold and miserable, to match our outlook on life.

Actually, Mum prefers old-fashioned methods to using electric shock collars, but she’s got enough respect for her daughter to take the remote in the spirit it’s offered.

There could be many, many things. He should try gasping a few of them out.

I’m sure she’ll be understanding about your being so late. She understands men very well, very well indeed.

I wonder what present she’s got? Something to get the marriage off to the best possible start, I imagine.

It’s sadly rare in modern societies for a mother-in-law to take some of the responsibility for a husband’s upbringing, but it can be so important.

Take me, cut me to the bone

Lace and satin pressed against me. Musical link is, for once, reasonably related.

…and her beloved won’t be able to avoid any difficult conversations she may need to have with him too.

Of course, it’s important to remember these AIs aren’t infallible. It’s noticed what makes her happy – inflicting severe pain on her husband – and is responding accordingly.

Consensual, so important. Especially when things are neither safe nor even close to being sane, as here. Servitor top tip: do not try this at home! Find a nice open space outside, just in case.

Oh – a CtD post on a Thursday! Hmm, you say. Must be an extra, because Servitor is celebrating the blog’s fifteenth anniversary. And certainly not because silly Servitor messed up the dates in scheduling the posts and thought 29 January was a Friday and noticed too late to delete it, as Sam had already commented. No no no no no… So, yeah, an extra post, because Friday’s post ~~hurriedly recscheduled from later in February~~ will obviously come out as normal tomorrow.

They say the secret of a successful relationship is mutual respect. Which just goes to show how little ‘they’ know. She says the secret of a successful relationship is tyranny and fear and I really can’t disagree with her on that.

Findommes… the unsung heroines of the consumer economy.

It’s funny, back when I was dating, two of the girls I – OK, OK *both* of the girls I slept with – rated my perfomance as the ‘worst fuck in human history’. Which doesn’t strike me as being right, as one of those fucks must have been worse than the other. Of course, I’m using ‘sleep’ as a euphemism – I never actually ‘slept’ with them, if you know what I mean: they threw me out. But not before I’d had my eighteen seconds of passion!

He didn’t wonder why she was constructing a prison cell in the cellar? Ah, love makes one blind. So does masturbation, ‘they’ say, although my SO says red-hot needles are actually more effective.

I wonder… have any subs who’ve been in this situation ever been tempted to stop brushing for just a moment, turn the hairbrush round and administer a sharp, stinging… I mean, I’m not saying I have, of course! Just to be clear, ahem. But it’s like – or I *imagine* it *would* be like – that feeling you get standing on the edge of a cliff, you know? That you could just… jump. Only a lot more dangerous than that, obviously.

Ah, Gigi Allens. A lady with plenty of inches and strong hips to back them up.

Yes, what a touching story. I like to imagine that every time she sees them sparkle, she’s reminded of how she has lots of other lovely necklaces too. Long-time readers will of course be well aware that my visions of the future show that in her political career, President Annie will re-orient male vocational training towards traditional, manly, backbreaking labour or domestic tasks, so really the college fund was no loss.

Inferior angles

She needs to be able to trust you’ll always do as you’re told and for your part, you can trust her never to make you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, OK?

It’s a matter of priorities. Would you rather participate in ninety minutes of male shouting about some silly thing getting kicked around or go and watch the football?

It can be hard to find good masturbation gloves. My SO’s needed a new pair for months, but she can’t seem to find any she likes enough to buy. It must be very frustrating for her.

Dommes can get funny about dressing up as nazis. I mean, it’s just a bit of sexy cosplay, right? I asked one once – oh… what was her name? Mistress Hannah, was it? Or Esther or Miriam… one of those pretty names. Anyway, she flat-out refused and what’s worse, she didn’t at all respect the pain limits we’d agreed, which I think is very unprofessional.

Rule 3 is a wonderful rule. I often have the joy and privilege of having it imposed upon me.

It starts to get dark really early this time of year.

A woman scorning

with hellish fury…

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