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Mission critical

More from the only superhero movie ever where the main character is actually believeable.  I mean – Superman? A male, being brave and fighting for truth and justice?  Come on… they can do amazing things with CGI but there’s a limit to how far disbelief can be suspended.   I suppose The Dark Knight Rises was a pretty good movie but I couldn’t understand why they gave the character played by Christian Bale so much screentime. 


So – Wonder Woman, obviously.  Spoilers follow.  If you haven’t seen the movie already, you’re going to need to close this web page, go to Max Fisch or somewhere like that to find a domme near you who does judicial caning and book yourself in for a 24-stroke session, OK? Then just go and see the damn movie, moron.

Right, so if you’re down here, I guess you’ve already seen it.  A lot of the plot is quite predictable, of course, but I think any responsible blog will try to avoid spoilers where possible. I mean, that scene where Steve is supposed to be Diana’s servant in the German officer’s club and she has to cane him just to maintain their cover?  If you knew that was coming, it wouldn’t have half the shock value. Or the post-credits scene, where you see how the Amazons dealt with the German soldiers who survived the attack on Themyscira?  Or even the electrified strap-on joke.  I could go on…


But one of the themes of the plot, that I think works pretty well, is the tension between Steve and Diana as their mission progresses.  Sure, they’re both on the track of General Ludendorff, but they don’t share exactly the same objectives and that tension comes to the surface sometimes, as Steve tries to get Diana to do things his way.  Good luck with that, boy – Amazon princess, remember? Anyway, those interactions are some of my favourite human moments in the movie, so I’ve tried to get the dialogue down to the best of my ability and put them into a few captions.


Sorry about the change from the normal theme of this blog, but not everything can be femdom porn, you know?*

(*I will admit this blog is essentially devoted to proving that almost anything can be femdom porn, though).


















Finally, I think it’s really interesting that very nearly the same tension was present between the actors themselves on set.  Do you think Chris and Gal were influenced by the movie’s own themes?  Or did the scriptwriters watch the interaction between the two stars and get some ideas, as filming progressed?  I expect we’ll never know.  But this little snippet, captured from some behind the scenes filming on the set, gives just a hint of some of the clashes of creative vision that went on:

I’d certainly pay to see that.




Realism in BDSM

Occasionally I get comments from ‘readers’ objecting to a lack of realism in some of my captioned images.  And although, obviously, I like to claim that everything depicted here is true to life, that’s what my Significant Other likes to term ‘a lie’ and I know what happens to little boys who lie, don’t I? Yes I do.

….


Sorry, where was I?  I started thinking about something else.


Oh yes!  Realism. Right, well I have the perfect excuse because just over there to the right, in the blog-blurb written on the very first day of this blog’s existence (January 2011…oh, I was young, carefree, innocent), I make quite clear that everything here is a total fantasy (I’m not really called ‘Servitor’, I don’t own a computer and I actually can’t speak English, as it happens), so there and yah boo, I win the argument!


However, I recognise that there are those who like their kink a bit more on the realistic side, so in total contradiction to everything I’ve ever said on the subject, here are some captioned images that try to capture aspects of femdom as it’s practised in the real world.











Little man you’ve had a busy day

… so it’s time for a spanking, then all tucked up for an early night with hands secured in your special mittens.  Don’t worry about wifey – she’ll find something to amuse herself with.

You’ll probably also find that you prefer not to watch sport on TV and you love going to bed early.  In fact, you’re going to discover a lot of things about the real you.  Isn’t that nice? 



I used to worry that women would discover I’m really rubbish in bed.  But so far, as luck would have it, the situation just hasn’t arisen, so that’s OK.







There are probably a few things bothering him just at the moment.  And there’ll be a few more, quite soon afterwards, I expect.


It’s nice they can sing while they’re working.  I mean, having to end another human’s life, it’s a serious and depressing business, isn’t it?  Good for them – keeping their spirits up like that.


Ah.. now that takes me back.  I remember the very first face-slap of my married life.  It was about – oooh, seven seconds after the last face-slap of my unmarried life, as I recall. 




She’ll tell me what she wants

(what she really really wants).

This is the magnificent Lady Sonia, of course.  I’m a several-times client and believe me this is not a joke.


I hope she hurries up. The other guys are waiting.  How come they don’t have to ask their wives for money?  Huh.  I suppose they must have saved out of their allowances.


The photo’s a bit deceptive.  It’s actually only a drop of a hundred feet or so. Much less scary than pissing your domme off, anyway – up you go.


Actually, the joke’s on her because I love the humiliation of being considered a loser, like that.  So I win!  Oh hang on…







Awww… isn’t she sweet?

Sexual politics

Sorry to bore you with political stuff, but a few more images from the campaign of 2020 and its aftermath have come to my attention, so I thought I’d put them out as a public service.  Remember: this is not the only future.  It’s up to us – well, actually it’s up to our Significant Others – to decide whether it’ll happen the hard or the harder way.










Don’t worry, they’re buying equipment for girls’ schools too.  Scanning electron microscopes, 3D printers, gene sequencing tools… that kind of thing. 




Suffering fools

Gladly or otherwise.









I never want to be more than two paces behind… for the rest of my life.







I hate having to disturb her when she’s working.  But I can’t just take money from her purse without permission, so…







Tony gets steak and chips… not fair, I say.  But then he does have a night of vigorous sexual activity ahead of him, so I suppose he needs the calories.







Sometimes they get a babysitter, but if they’re not going out until 7.30 or so, it’s easier just to put Paul to bed half an hour early.  I mean it’s not like anything can go wrong, with his mittens fastened to the sides of the cucky-drawer.







Aparently, a lot of condemned prisoners have women writing to them offering sex.  I don’t think that’s going to happen to him, though.

Male In Name Only

Actually, although it’s a very specialised field of architecture, her fees are fairly low, not least because she doesn’t need to pay any assistants.

 
 
 
 

And they say castratrices have no feelings.

 
 
 
 

If he’s bad at sums, he might need a little thinking time in the corner to get the salary offer right.

 
 
 
 

I’d queue up…

 
 
 
 

I’ve always enjoyed a vigorously bisexual sex life: left or right hand, doesn’t matter to me.
 
 
 

 

Castigation

My secretary at work handles all my appointments too. This evening, for example, I have an appointment to wash her boyfriend’s car.


Well, she won’t find anything down there, believe me!  Ridiculous to have to go through these sorts of inspections, even now.



You can use the basin in the ladies’ bathroom, if it bothers you to be seen doing the handwashing in the mens’.


The divine Goddess Heather, of course, whom we might have contemplated here once or twice before.


You’d be surprised how more effective that can be than even the most enthusiastic amateur.



PS -just discovered this (rather excellent) post, and indeed quite a few more femdom tales by ‘Freddie’.  If you like my stuff, I think you’ll like those.  I do.  Many of the rest of his stories feature dominant males, which for me… well, I just find it to hard to suspend disbelief when authors stray quite so far from real life as that, but I suppose it’ll rock some people’s boats.