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If it is there it is here – but not vice-versa

A few weeks back, several of you were kind enough to comment on a post of mine asking advice about publicising this blog. I have now set up a Tumblr version of the blog, at http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/.

Many thanks especially to Total Discord and an anonymous commenter who suggested doing this.

However, if you’re reading this here there is little point in going there. I have set up automatically to update when I post to this blog, but Tumblr requires that posts are categorised as photos, text and so on. So a mixed post of this sort does not go up. I have the automatic update set to ‘photo’ so every time I post here the first captioned image will be on Tumblr, but nothing else: not the other images and no text. A story using photos (like the recent Anne in Space) will be rather incomprehensible, as it would just consist of an uncaptioned picture of Anne wearing a spacesuit. Which is very nice, obviously – almost as nice as Anne not wearing a spacesuit – but not really what I intended. I’ll also queue up some old captions, posted here long ago, to keep the Tumblr ticking over. But anyway, there will be nothing there that has not already been posted here, so you’re in the right place already! Well done, you.

On with the show:

Very wise precaution.

Isn’t it just? Fast Show reference, obviously, for UK viewers.
No? I’ll get me coat…

Leave the back door open and lock the front. That’s what my mother always used to say, anyway.

Oooh – exciting! I wonder what she’s planning for those crucial last few seconds? (Actually, of course, I already know but let’s just say I don’t want to ruin the surprise).

New dommes – don’t try this at home! No, hang on. Let me clarify: if you want to get drunk in session, do try it at home. Not down the pub.

You can get more with a kind word and a whip…

… than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.

Disappointed? Well.. maybe a little.

He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.

Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now…

Woof.

I’ll confess, I don’t often last the full twenty seconds. But she’s not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.

Resistance is futile

Utterly futile.

I love the way a recent article in the Guardian about science fiction on British TV just *happened* to use an image from this episode featuring whip-wielding dominatrices to exemplify the series Space 1999.

That’s only fair, because you’re not in fact safe.

The awesome Jean Bardot.

Aww… look at that little pout. Isn’t she sweet when she’s cross? Better do what the little woman says, hmmm? Just to humour her, you know. You can assert yourself later, I expect.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a sweaty trainer stamping on a human face — forever*.

I do.

Mistress Francesca Harding, prepared it would seem to help with life-long learning experiences.

*Test time! What is the slightly garbled literary reference? Hmm? Anyone? You! You at the back – hands out of your pockets, boy! – what’s the answer?

OWK memories

As most of you will know, the Other World Kingdom closed its doors some time ago. Like many submissives, I was completely captivated by the images and videos produced by this place, and I wish I had had the opportunity to go. Especially in the very early days, there was a freshness and originality to OWK. I still remember seeing the first full-page glossy ad for the place in a magazine (before the Internet – or at least before I had access, in 1992 or so). There were these stern ladies escorting prisoners with a real concentration-camp vibe. So different from the scenes shot in the British home counties, or the usual studios.

Anyway, through the extensive use of a media technique known in the trade as ‘making it up’, this blog managed to secure interviews with several of the OWK’s ladies just before it closed, reminiscing about the early days and their time at the OWK. The author would like to thank all of these ladies for donating their completely imaginary time, as well as for the advice they provided to him for self-improvement, during the course of the fantasised interviews.

We miss you, OWK.

No means no

There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.

Finally found something you’re good at! Well done.

The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem.

Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will!

They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes!

Awww… sweet.

Hurtful things

…and he’s good for relieving my… tension!

Oh well. At least you no longer have all that awful responsibility of making sure you’re keeping within the distance. You can be fairly sure it’ll be no more than four feet. Always.

I don’t want to think about this.

Fucking off is something I’ve always been really good at. All the girls would agree.

We used to talk about my cock quite a lot, in the early days of our marriage. But ‘gorgeous’ wasn’t one of the words she used.

Effortless superiority

Don’t worry. If you lack the self-discipline to stay away from the ciggies, I am sure she can find alternative, external sources of discipline. She’s got willpower enough for both of you.

This is surely from Cruella, and this is Mistress Chambers, who quite apart from her other wonderful characteristics, has a delightfully pretty nose, I’ve always thought. Seen to better advantage here.

Hmm… Do you think they’re going to live happily ever after?

Well, it’s probably someone’s kink. A pink kink.

This is Mistress Jessica, looking remarkably stern and – fairly obviously – playing the role of Auntie in her house.

That’s a relief. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

Scamper back to little wife’s apron strings or stay talking to Ms Ratajkowski? Oh what a horrible choice. Dammit, I thought submission was all about giving up responsibility for difficult choices.

Helplessly devoted

Oh relax! Look if George is hetero too, then it’s not like you’re going to be having gay sex anyway, is it? I mean, who’s going to make you do it?

The offence? Oh – unauthorised erection, I think. Now just watch the caning very carefully and try not to let it happen again, OK?

Could get expensive.

Well I think it’s rather sweet.

Men can be so obsessive about these little things.

Hymn to her

And she will always carry on

It’s been a while since I did this, but I believe that you begin with the examination of conscience. Oh, and penance is involved somewhere down the line. Quite definitely.

Hmm. What makes me think the answer by the end of the evening will turn out to have been ‘both’?

As far as I know, there aren’t any countries that provide constitutional rights to have a tantrum. So you’d better just bend over.

Tantrums featuring a lot today. New husbands are prone to them. Experienced husbands, less so. You’re about to become a lot more experienced, by the look of this! Many happy returns of the day.

And although she seems to be looking away, it’s probably best not to pout when she’s given you this information, if you still have hopes of next month too.

Rentrée

Literally, a re-entering, so obviously it’s not to be taken literally in my case. But here we are, back again.

Same old, same old.

But more so.

If you know what I mean.

Update: thank you all for the kind comments, while I was away. Sorry I didn’t respond at the time, but if you check back you should find that I have now.

…and while I was away, this blog went over 3 million page hits/views whatever it is! Many of them by automated search bots no doubt, others perhaps by worthless little pathetic worms of no importance or interest to anyone whatsoever (if you’re wondering whether you’re one of them, then you probably are, like me), but even so it’s a nice big number. Thank you all.

Update again. Don’t you just love the horse picture? Not the caption, necessarily. Just the picture. Isn’t it great?

It’s a bit unfair, really. I mean he makes as much noise as he likes. Doesn’t get the fucking sjambok, either. Why do we put up with this sort of thing?

Tawse ready and waiting for naughty boys

I’ve been caught shopkeeping eleven times, now. Oh dear… am I out of butter again? Off to the shops…

Femdom wife humiliation and enslavement oh my

He’s taking a subtle revenge for the lifetime of humiliation and suffering she imposed, though. He’s over-salted the popcorn. Only slightly – but enough to notice, you know? Haha!

You know, people can often behave very differently at home and at work. Although actually, she doesn’t.

I love this picture. I quite like my caption to it, too.

A bonus one, because I am by no means sure this one is actually femdom.