Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
… than you can with just a harsh word. To misquote Al Capone.
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| And perhaps not. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter anyway. |
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| I wonder what’s in the box? |
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| Very practical. |
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| Anyway, it’s not really a problem if he does suffocate: she’ll still come. |
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| She has my attention already. |
Servitor says: new widget! Try the new lucky dip feature, over to the right there.
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| And of course, you do. It’s a question of how much you want it. Or rather, how much she does. |
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| 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. |
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| Who’d have guessed? |
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| …and then? |
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| 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. |
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.
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| It’s not a good idea to make her cross. |
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| That’s right, Dave. Stand up for yourself, mate. |
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| Oh, it’ll be OK. Everyone has to start somewhere. Big whip, huh? Small room… |
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| 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. |
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| 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.) |
It is a well known fact that the development of any skill passes through four stages. Let me illustrate:
The individual does not understand or know how to do something and does not necessarily recognize the deficit.
They may deny the usefulness of the skill.
The individual must recognise their own incompetence, and the value of the new skill, before moving on to the next stage.
The length of time an individual spends in this stage depends on the strength of the stimulus to learn.
2. Conscious incompetence
Though the individual does not understand or know how to do something, he or she does recognize the deficit…
…as well as the value of a new skill in addressing the deficit
The making of mistakes can be integral to the learning process at this stage.
… and then apparently there’s another two stages, but I have never got beyond conscious incompetence. I’m really good at that, as regular readers of the blog will know.
The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.
The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry
No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Onward, with feeling:
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| I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest. All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they? It must be true – the Internet sez so. |
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| Keeps you fit. Very good for your health. Until she reaches five, anyway. |
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| One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise. |
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| The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever. |
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| Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet. |
It’s where you’ll usually find me. If you can be bothered to look.
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| She feels your pain. But not quite as much as you do. |
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| It’s supposed to look like that. But then – you’re supposed to be caned, too. |
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| Let’s hope it’s not a third six. It can happen, though. I once rolled a huge pile of dice and almost all of them came up six. I can’t remember exactly how many, but it was at least seven of nine. |
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| You wouldn’t think dommes would be so indecisive, would you?
At least one of these magnificent ladies is the awesome* Madame Sarka, formerly of the OWK and now of herself. If any ‘readers’ can help identify the other lady, I will be grateful.
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| One art critic described her work as ‘a joyful celebration of life, movement and freedom’, which is rather ironic, when you think about it. |
Ah, Mr Sandwick. How are you feeling?
Yes, well no bones were broken, fortunately.
It was a nasty crash, though. You had bruises all over.
Now – we’re going to need your help with something. The police need us to put together a full report on the injuries you sustained, so they can determine what happened in the crash. Obviously, your chin got that horrible gash as the dashboard crumpled upwards, and there are bruises around your shoulder, where you jarred against the seatbelt…
…but there’s some quite severe and sustained bruising on your buttocks that we’re trying to understand.
Any thoughts?
No, well I suppose you were losing consciousness at the time. Not really fair to expect you to remember! I just thought, maybe…
Only…it’s odd, because there are two quite distinct patterns of bruising, on your buttocks and upper thighs. The majority of the bruises – and we think these were sustained first – are consistent with some sort of heavy, but soft and flexible object repeatedly impacting your buttocks horizontally. Like – I don’t know. Maybe like a leather or a rubber belt. But probably heavier than a normal belt. Was there anything like that in your car that could have caused your injuries? Maybe a fan belt from the engine, next to the driver’s seat? I mean, it seems unlikely it could whip about repeatedly like that, but…
No? No, well that’s what the police said too. Very hard to understand.
And then there are some really nasty bruises from something long and straight and thin – six of them, almost perfectly evenly spaced across your buttocks, starting on the upper thighs and going up. Those look very sore. I expect you can still feel them when you sit down. Any thoughts how those might have happened? It was probably after the first lot of bruises. Oh – and we’re pretty sure your buttocks were probably stretched taut at the time of the impact. As if you were doubled up… or bent over.
No? Well, it is a mystery, isn’t it? We’ve been discussing it, here on the ward, and none of the doctors or nurses can make head or tail of it. Everyone’s fascinated. Quite the little medical mystery – just like a TV show!
Do try to remember, though, if you can. We’ve been wondering if you might – perhaps – have been doing something before you got in the car, that caused you to sustain these bruises? Some kind of activity that might have involved the kind of repeated impacts that I just described?
No? Can’t think of anything at all? Oh well.
Only the other car’s driver is disputing liability for all of the injuries, you see. So I expect you’ll be asked about it as a witness in the court case. In court. Under oath.
What’s that? Oh good lord, no, you can’t just drop charges now, I’m afraid Mr Sandwick. The insurance companies are involved, and they’ll want to make sure they’ve got to the truth.
Anyway, I need to take some photos. If you could just pop your pyjama trousers down? That’s right. And if you wouldn’t mind – it’s better if you stretch a bit, so it’s easy to see everything. So if you could stand here – that’s right – and then bend over with your bottom up in the air. That’s right. Don’t worry about the pyjama bottoms, down there around your ankles is fine.
Ooops! Silly me – I forgot the camera. You just wait in that position. I won’t be a moment. If anything jogs your memory about what might have happened, you will say, won’t you? Only it’s probably better now, than in court.
Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life part 2 (of rather too many).
I guess it won’t surprise regular readers of this blog to learn that I was bullied at school. It was rather traumatic actually, still something I can’t really face properly when I look back upon it. There was this gang of older girls at break-time, and they’d take my lunch money, and beat me up, and pull my trousers down and spank me… and all sorts of frankly quite sexual humiliations. Then one day they refused to take the lunch money any more, so it all had to stop. They never told me why, never told me what had changed. A heartbreaking moment.
SNIFF!
OK, on with the therapy.
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| You’d think that having biology teacher as their test subject would have helped, but he never made one useful suggestion the whole time. Just cried, and pleaded – that sort of thing. Very disappointing. |
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| They later got married! True story. |
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| Oooo! Do you think they’re planning some sort of surprise for him? What fun! |
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| I used to find these big decisions really difficult, so it’s great not being allowed to take them any more. |
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| A new femdom fetish meme: dommes feeling humiliated. Really, you don’t want to stand too close to one. |
That’s me! This phrase is what Google suggests when you start with ‘Snivelling little’. I was expecting ‘worm’, but then maybe the kinds of videos we watch (you and me, you know) are a bit of a minority taste…
There are also the Snivelling Shits, a punk band from the ’70s and their single ‘I can’t come’. I won’t include the usual YouTube link, because the song is terrible.
Heh – there’s some weird stuff on the Internet, isn’t there? Right then, on we go with the usual fare of mildly pornographic pictures of ladies looking stern, on which I’ve put down some of my sex fantasies. Enjoy.
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| And nor do most of you, because according to the stats, you’re mostly Americans. It’s a bit like saying “home run”…or whatever it is you say. You know – when there’s a home run. |
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| Actually, these days you can just book over the Internet. Much easier. |
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| The future belongs to Tracy…and so, in time, will Roger. |
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| Oh…wouldn’t that be just awful? |
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| I wish I’d been there when my wife lost her virginity. It was on our wedding night, but she’d sent me out for more champagne. |
Or should that be ‘elegantly brutal’? Both are good, I think.
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| That’s a relief. I thought she might be cross. |
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| Women always appreciate a compliment. Quick, try another. She might even take one of the weights off. |
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| I don’t know why they have those canes with them, though. I suppose they don’t realise that corporal punishment has long been abolished in British schools. Poor things – they must have been so worried! |
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| Well, this is going well. |
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| Later, when his new secretary moved in with them, the ladies found a way of making doubly sure. So that’s all right. |
