Forensic examination

 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.

School bullying

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.




Femdom bullies biology project
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.
 




Caned on first name terms
They later got married!  True story.
 
 




Dominatrix is not playing
Oooo!  Do you think they’re planning some sort of surprise for him?  What fun!
 
 




Wife led marriage
I used to find these big decisions really difficult, so it’s great not being allowed to take them any more.
 
 




Cross domme
A new femdom fetish meme: dommes feeling humiliated.  Really, you don’t want to stand too close to one.

A snivelling little rat-faced git

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.



OWK cricket completely lost on many readers
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.
 
 

Beat the boy femdom
Actually, these days you can just book over the Internet.  Much easier.
 
 




Caning the gentry
The future belongs to Tracy…and so, in time, will Roger.
 
 

Spanking air stewardess
Oh…wouldn’t that be just awful?
 
 




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. 
 

Brutal elegance

Or should that be ‘elegantly brutal’?  Both are good, I think.

Leather clad femdom whip and boots oh yum yum
That’s a relief.  I thought she might be cross.


Southern belle dominatrix
Women always appreciate a compliment.  Quick, try another.  She might even take one of the weights off.


Schoolgirl caning - but the other way around
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!


Femdom wife in control
Well, this is going well.


Wife loves your new secretary or she will
Later, when his new secretary moved in with them, the ladies found a way of making doubly sure.  So that’s all right.

How do I love her, let me count the ways

One thank You, Ma’am
Two, thank You, Ma’am
Three, thank You, Ma’am
uh – four, thank You, Ma’am!
Five – oh – thank You, Ma’am!
sniff…whimper…
SIX!  Aaah!  Six thank You, Ma’am!
Thank You, thank You.

Thank You.

The cane and her
Very politely.  Or you’ll really be in trouble.


Conditions of servitude
With three of them lesbians and three bisexual, I guess there are going to be some interesting votes.  Shame you don’t get to vote, really.


Suffering for her pleasure
Don’t worry about what she likes.  You don’t have to do a thing. Just scream if you feel like it – she definitely likes that.


Two little maids from school are we
Poor David.  Those horribly sore balls.  Still, I understand someone will be kissing them better later on.
Pro-am domme
And you get to be a lifestyle client.  You take whatever she gives you, until you can’t afford it.

It’s all my fault

Nothing in particular.  Just generally.

Branded for wife
Come on now.  That’s got to be a hard limit.  Just look her straight in the eye and tell her you won’t let her.

Fear of femdom
Actually, fear and trust can go hand in hand to make the relationship fly.  Like love and contempt.


caned on the thighs too
Phew.  Let’s hope Miss Chalmer is in a kind mood too.



Slave tracker femdom
You should be grateful to her for making the effort to control every single aspect of your life.





Sweet dominant wife
Aaah…  Isn’t that nice.  It makes me think of our honeymoon.  Raoul was a real pig that whole time, too.



Obedience is bliss

Femdom with hands on hips yum
Don’t you just feel guilty the moment you see that look, even if you don’t know what you’ve done wrong?

 

Femdom wife beats husband loudly
They’re going to be away for Christmas too, so that’s another thing to look forward to.

 




So wheres Blakey?
The stats counter tells me that most of you are American, and only a small minority are British.  And you won’t get the reference.  Never mind – just enjoy the picture.
 
Anne rewards her devoted slave - I wish
She’s feeling generous today!

Awesome

No, not “Oh, like, wow – that’s rilly ossom” but awesome in the sense of inspiring awe: “A mixed emotion of reverence, respect, dread, and wonder inspired by authority, genius, great beauty, sublimity, or might.”


Today’s word.  Awesome.  Today’s awesome pictures – here we go.



Lesbian femdoms dont like men much
It’s not an allergy or anything, she just thinks they’re smelly and messy.  Best kept outside.  Actually, she prefers cats.


Caned to tears by the Hunteress
Of course, the magnificent, unique and…well, just awesome, Hunteress.


Femdom wife decides on a little reward
Hmmm…she can break the rules whenever she likes.  On a whim.  How does that make you feel?


Nasty little pervert
And she hadn’t even mentioned the body modification yet.


Sadistic girlfriend keeps it simple
Sometimes it’s best to just keep it basic: a good hard session of vanilla pain.


A slaves life
Ah, his wild youth, when he was young, free and single.  He once slept in until 8 o’clock you know.

Late submission

…and I apologise for how little homework I have been handing in lately.  The next couple of weeks should be a bit better…

Blonde dominatrix with nipple clamps - whats not to like?
Once again, I recommend the site named there.  She is simply stunning, and for once the voice matches the cold icy beauty.


Femdom caption in reclining elegance
What, you want her to do all the work?  Swing that whip, you lazy sod.
Mars and Venus, Venus and Mars, y’know?  You can’t expect her to be interested in the things you’re interested in all the time, OK?


 


The slaves went in for their caning two by two
The two times table actually goes up quite high, I understand.  Might be a good idea to bend over into those stocks.



Dominatrix wife sells hubbie into slavery goodness me how awful that would be
She didn’t get much for him, but then with all his worldly wealth, she didn’t really need it anyway, did she?

  


Slaveskin boots oh my
You can’t tell, but the left boot is actually made from a different slave from the right one.  But you can see, they have been cured and polished to a perfectly matched finish.  Craftsmanship, that’s what that is.



The man in the picture is going to become a red miniskirt, by the way. 



Something old something new and twelve strokes of the cane for disobedience
You know, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Especially when she’s a pissed-off female supremacist.  Or is that good luck?



It takes rather a brave slave to forget Mistresses birthday
This is actually scarily autobiographical just at the moment.  How fast does Amazon deliver?

Fiction: At the third stroke

(As there has been discussion of ‘Daylight Saving Time’ on other blogs lately, I thought I would offer this little twiddle.  Pedants might like to notice that it actually refers to the last equinox, of course, not this one.  Spring forward, fall back and all that.)

Mistress Valerie strode out of Her dungeon carrying a cane, and knocked gently on the door of the next room.  “Are You going to be ready to go soon?”
Her friend Sandra stuck a puzzled-looking head around the door.  “We’re not going to leave for an hour yet, surely?  It doesn’t start until eight.”
“But it’s nearly seven already” Mistress Valerie said.
“No it isn’t” Sandra replied.  “It’s not even six o’clock yet.”  She thought for a moment.  “You do know the clocks went back last night, don’t you?”
“I…” Mistress Valerie began, then stopped. “Oh.  No, I forgot.”  She said.  “So We’ve got plenty of time.”
“That’s right” Sandra replied cheerfully, closing the door again.
“And servitor wasn’t an hour late…” Mistress Valerie mused to Herself , looking down at the cane in Her hand.  She swished it back and forth a few times, thoughtfully.
“Oh well”, She said, to no one in particular.  “I don’t suppose it did him any long term harm.  I’ve started so I might as well finish.”
And, cane at the ready, She strode back into the dungeon.
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