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What matters in life

And who.

Don’t worry: as long as it’s perfect, you’ll be fine.
They do say a change is as good as a rest but clearly ‘they’ have never had nipple clamps pointlessly snapped off and then clipped back on again.
Sometimes a young person will see something and simply think: ‘Yes, this – this – is what I want to spend the rest of my life doing’.
The staff there are all experienced in pain management, but Nurse Stevens is the real expert.
He might have misunderstood what ‘room and board’ meant at the OWK.
Kitten likes her men to be healthy. Except some of the older richer ones, who have redrafted their wills to better reflect their true wishes.

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.

How to depict pleasure, cruelty, and wantonness in tempting colours

Ah, the kindness of strangers. Often a welcome relief from the cruelty of our loved ones, but we don’t get to choose these things.
If they were, do ask for clarifications. Believe me, it’s worth suffering a little embarrassment now if it saves you suffering a lot of suffering, later.
Although I’d never be so unchivalrous as to accuse a woman of lying about her age, I do wonder whether Princess really is eighty-three, as she claims.
I made the mistake of growing a beard without seeking my domme’s permission. That session was devoted to removing it: she said tweezers were more effective than a razor blade, and she was memorably right.
Oh, poor Emma. Girls can be so cruel.
Don’t think of it as retirement: think of it as a second childhood filled with misery and terror.

Inflexible

She is, so you’d better be bendy for her.

Don’t worry, there’s plenty of other ways to show your submission. And even when you’re not doing anything specifically to show it, it’ll still be there.
But they can draw comfort from the fact that she’ll be cozy and warm upstairs.
Many people think competitive ballbusting’s hardest on the men but they don’t actually need any skills, and their active careers in the sport are much, much shorter.
At the end of their meal, they’re invited to give feedback by pressing a happy or sad face. If the sad face is pressed too often, though, the battery needs recharging as apparently that uses up a lot of electricity.
Yes, odd how many people make that mistake. Being hit hard and repeatedly with a stick is the worst part, as anyone who’s actually experienced it can attest. That’s kinda the point.
Females dressed as maids… wooo, too kinky for me.

Regular masturbators readers will recognise Miss Zoe Paige, formerly Strict Miss Zoe, one of the loveliest, sweetest yet also hardest-spanking ladies across whose laps Servitor has had the privilege of writhing.

A graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty

Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.
She and Sister Amy often struggle together with their vows of chastity. And I’m afraid it has to be admitted that the vows of chastity don’t usually win. But they’re young, they have years ahead of them to become more experienced in their nunnery’s ways.
Hurry up – imagine how awful she’d feel if she accidentally caused you a serious spinal injury, just because you were dawdling?
My SO had her beauty therapist look at my facial bruises one day. She said they were really nicely done.

Fans of this lovely lady may wish to watch her dancing as Wednesday, here. I mean, it’s not femdom or anything but it’s very… ummm… well, it’s just very. I believe that is the original, but I have to say I prefer the version set to Joy Division. But then, I is Bri-ish, innit?

Don’t worry: when she finally lets you go, you’ll feel very happy about that.
He initially denied taking any inappropriate photos, which is a bit foolish when there’s a photographic record and near-suicidally reckless when there’s both a photographic record and a very angry Madame Šárka.

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.
Almost.
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.

A slap in the face is more effective than ten lectures.

It makes you understand very quickly.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. He knew a thing or two, that lad. They should name something after him, to commemorate his life and work.

Males sometimes find it hard to understand why such things matter. Most women will have a sensible answer, usually along the lines of ‘Hand me your belt and bend over that chair.’ It’s a Mars/Venus thing, just go with it.
Period pains can be pretty intense, as he’s about to find out.
Screaming in agony and pleading for mercy is just another way of giving a woman oral stimulation, if you think about it. I think about it a lot.
More electric shocks. Isn’t the modern world wonderful, with all this technology to make routine domestic tasks easier?
As it turned out, she got a bit confused over which was which, so both got punished for both. It really didn’t matter anyway, certainly not to her.

Cruellan (and Goddessian) material continues to become more and more available. Go check out the ‘SLOC’ programme and download gigbytes of sneering, beatings and delicious unpleasantness – and there are ever more magazines. ‘Is it free’? No it’s not free, you cheapskate, and nor are the best things in life. Like a lot of this stuff, though, I’m sure it’s vastly cheaper than it used to be when these things were bought wrapped in flowery paper in a Soho shop and carried home in shaking hands and breathless anticipation.

The school has a policy about bullying. So does she.

…until you’re spoken to

Sometimes she appreciates having a man around, to help out.
She may be better-informed than him now, but she’s working hard to bring him up to speed.

The lovely Zoe Page, of course. You knew that, right? She gave me a wonderful post-spanking cuddle once, but her femdom persona these days is a little harder-edged.

Castration fetishes are perfectly healthy as long as they’re not taken too far, of course. Keep it safe: just the genitals, yeah? Removing any other bits would be too extreme.
He gets better food too. The gourmet stuff that comes in sachets.
They have a very flexible monthly payment scheme: basically she just decides how much she and her friends want and texts you to transfer it.
Goodness, I don’t know what you’d do with your money for a month without Kitten, so let’s hope she manages to spend it all today. Fortunately, she’s a pro.

… and finally, because it’s not particularly femdom, we’ll call this one an extra:

It’s just one damn’ thing after another

Astute readers (there might be a few, even though the readership is mainly male) will recognise the most accurate definition of ‘history” ever provided, and will wearily be preparing themselves for yet another special featuring ladies covered from neck to racily-hinted-at ankles and no latex. Pre-twentieth century femdom, anyway.

Speaking of ancient history, by the way, tomorrow it will be fifteen years since this blog began and the occasion will be marked in some painful and educational manner or other.