brutality – Page 13 – Contemplating the divine

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?

Words of discomfort

And of course, you do. It’s a question of how much you want it. Or rather, how much she does.

It’s good that he feels he can get these things out in the open. And good, as well, that she feels she can beat the shit out of him if he does.

Who’d have guessed?

…and then?

You mustn’t assume from this that they cruelly starve all their slaves to death, because that’s just not true. Some they fatten up for slaughter.

Fatale attraction

Normal service is now resumed. And I can use the letter ‘i’ and everything.

Impalas! Intrepid! Vicissitude! Inimitable! Mississississississipipipipitipie!

Oh god, that felt good.

On we go.

It’s not a good idea to make her cross.

That’s right, Dave. Stand up for yourself, mate.

Oh, it’ll be OK. Everyone has to start somewhere. Big whip, huh? Small room…

I asked my SO for a regular date to be fixed for my masturbation day. She chose 29th February.
She can be cruel like that.

Yeah, don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s her job.
(joke copyright the Addams Family movie. It’s better when Angelica Houston says it.)

Crawling to learn

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.

Too much mercy… often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second

A quote there from Agatha Christie. Sounds like my kind of lady!

On we go…

Amusingly, sometimes out there they lose all feeling because of the cold. No matter how many welts and bruises are inflicted – they don’t feel a thing! And it’s so funny then, when they’re brought back inside and warmed up.

Rather thoughtless of Karen, I must say. No wonder she’s on her fourth marriage already.

Plenty of time overnight to think about what you’re going to say about this in the morning. Sleep well.

I think a little extra tribute next time might be in order, mmm?

I once went on this date, with a girl who just kept on telling me how inadequate I was compared to ‘Karl’. It was awful – all, ‘Karl has a bigger cock’ and ‘Karl doesn’t have any problems getting hard’. Honestly, I don’t know who was the more embarassed; me or him.