brutality – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

In fact, some of us have to. Music is mostly unrelated.

Because he knows there are things much worse than a good hard kick to the balls.

The forceful, talented and literary Mistress Miranda, another lady who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor in the quivering, unimpressive flesh.

It’s all very well to be carried away with love at first sight, but can you build a lasting relationship with a pair of sports shoes, when fashion in sneakers is so fickle?

OK, not the sexiest of topics. But if you don’t know, you can’t imagine. Really: if you’re a pain-slut you should be trying to develop a good set of them.

Punishment fits the crime… tightly and closely.

You replied “I do” and that was the occasion when a safeword might have been advisable instead. Too late now.

Brutal loving care

Famk ‘ooo, Muhphtuph

You have something you’d rather spend your money on?

What a depressing caption. Sorry about that. Let’s move on.

That’s better.

She’s a stern advocate of social justice. Delivered by Predator drone, if need be.

Respectful silence

…

Get ready… they’re rough.

It adds a bit of tension to an otherwise dull game.

Very wise.

Oooh.

Of course, there’s always a risk in catching up with old schoolfriends, that they’ll make you feel bad by being, like, waaay more successful. But really, when your future’s the butcher’s hook, there’s no point in drawing fine distinctions, I say.

Maternalistic society

Oh, Gigi Allens is so lovely.

Hey, it’s a free country. Well, except for the slavery, obviously.

She does respect your opinion – but only when it is the same as hers. That seems fair.

Yes, you’re right, it is Jean Bardot. Well spotted.

Remember: you can’t be humiliated if you have no self respect to begin with.

As if it wasn’t bad enough having to sit through a 9-hour flight on a well-caned bottom.

Esclavage, inégalité, sororité!

OK, so it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as the original. But happy Bastille Day, anyway!

My favourite verse, lightly adapted:

Grande Déesse! Par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De viles despotesses deviendraient
Les maîtresses de nos destinées !

Francophony or not, we can surely all celebrate a day named after a dark and gloomy dungeonlike prison in which unspeakable tortures took place, and even the Marquis de Sade (surely worth celebrating in our community, despite his peculiar ideas about which sex should whip the other) was imprisoned, so –

What’s that? Bastille Day celebrates the liberation of the prisoners? Oh dear me, we can’t be doing with that. Bloody French; get everything backwards. Never mind, forget it, relâchez-vous!

Marchons! Marchons!

She’s always had a kind generous nature like that. One of those people who loves doing favours for her friends, you know?

Good thing you clarified that. It’ll be all right now.

Imagine not being turned on by the thought of whipping! Some people are so weird.

You had one job.

Isn’t that romantic?

Like lovers do

Sex..?. Don’t talk to me about sex. I tried it once – not tryin’ that again. Nearly got me ‘ead stuck!
Joke copyright Alexei Sayle.

It’s wilful impertinence on your part. So’s being too early, obviously.

Scurry scurry scurry…

Don’t worry. She’s quite sweet, really. When she’s not in a bad mood.

In space, no one can hear you sigh with hopeless romantic infatuation…

And he loves it when she beats his brains out

(he’s pecked to death but he loves the pain)

She’s not talking to you.

I think you’re about to get a free session.

I think we can all agree and rejoice that this is the lovely Jean Bardot, can we not?

Hmmm. Two captions in one post about a domme actually hurting someone who doesn’t want to be hurt. Servitor – reprinting the same old shit since 2011.

I like an unhurried session. For example, I’ve got a humiliation scene going that’s been building nicely for… oooh, about 47 years now.

Bloody typical! Doesn’t ask me how my day was, does she? But to be fair, it’s hard to say at this stage whether it’s been a good, bad or howlingly agonising day. Not until she’s decided.

Coming out

You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet. I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste. I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch. Just lucky, I guess.

Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now? You up for that? Great.

The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard.

Cruella, from many many years ago. But still one of the best photo sets ever. The accompanying story was even about castration, you know. Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor.

The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex. In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it.

She’s right, you know. Women are, you see.

Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh…

You can get more with a harsh word and a whip

… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.

And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway.

I wonder what’s in the box?

Very practical.

Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come.

She has my attention already.

Servitor says: new widget! Try the new lucky dip feature, over to the right there.

Evil women doing horrible things to men

(I read somewhere that blog posts should have clear, factual titles to attract traffic. And what could be more attractive than that title?)

Not that it really matters how he reacts, once the padlock’s on.

It’s often the simple things we men find most difficult.

Hmmm. “If you didn’t want X, you shouldn’t have Y”. Can’t think where I read that before, Servitor.

Well, I think it’s sweet. In a slightly psychotic kind of way.

Yup. Crying’s good. Also screaming in frustration. It all helps pass the time. Actually, the chap pictured behind her there just squats down all day, gently rocking backwards and forwards and moaning in a steady rhythm. Hey – it gets him through the day, you know?