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.
If you’re lucky. If you’re unlucky, you might have to take the cane as well.
On we go.
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| I wonder if they have a ‘bring your daughter to work’ day, too? |
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| Best not to look nervous at this point. Just relax. I’m sure she’s very broadminded. |
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| The only thing worse than being locked up in chastity is being in chastity and not locked up, I think you’ll find. |
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| That’s a relief. |
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| Don’t even mention little blue men. Unless you want Victoria to cane you. Do you? Oh…OK. Well, go ahead then. |
I got an email about dealing with erectile disfunction. I know they’re probably just spam, but I like to think the best of people, and I was willing to give it a go. At least it made a change from all those emails I get suggesting various ways of enhancing my penis size (sometimes I wish I’d never given my mother my email address, I really do).
Anyway, it said that lots of men experience periods of erectile disfunction, but if I wrote off describing the circumstances in which I…. err.. failed to rise to the occasion, as it were, world-famous doctors were waiting to advise me.
Well, as you can imagine, I was quite excited, and I wrote back at great length describing how I usually experience quite long periods of erectile disfunction shortly after annoying my Significant Other, for example by failing to iron her blouse properly, or over-cooking the pasta. But that I also find it difficult to achieve an erection when she’s just in a bad mood because she’s busy at work, or its her time of the month, or something like that. The email asked me to describe in detail the longest period of disfunction I’d had, so I sent them Time magazine’s review of the year for 2013.
And they never replied! I mean, can you believe it? I sent email after email, and eventually I just received an automatic response informing me that the server in Nigeria where they were based was blocking my address.
Isn’t the Internet a weird place, eh? Oh well. Here are some more pictures of pretty ladies looking threatening, so we can get sexually aroused by the thought of being punished and humiliated by them. Good wholesome stuff.
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| Beware of dominatrices with ‘strong views’ |
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| Domestic bliss. |
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| You think? |
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| It’s ironic, really, as Alanis Morisette might say. |
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| Dear me, she seems a little fierce. Most young brides wait until after the wedding before giving their husbands their first proper birching. Still, maybe she’ll become more tolerant and forgiving of her husband’s faults when you’re married. Some brides do. Many don’t. |
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| Lucky old bastard. |
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| Stand by your man. |
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| Looks like he did, too. But I think he’s going to sober up very fast when they get started. |
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| It’s not real oppression if you’re forced to do it. You have to beg to be allowed… |
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| Actually, I’m experiencing some spike pain even looking at the picture. |
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| Oh, we do. We do. |
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| Isn’t this picture wonderful? |
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| Women eh? Can never make their minds up, silly things. |
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| Not many calories in the dirt on the soles of her shoes, alas. |
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| I can’t stand those mens libbers with all their ‘votes for men’ nonsense. We just shouldn’t worry our ugly little heads about it, that’s what I say. Ironing’s more my thing. |
A lot of people live secret lives, hiding their true selves away, fearful of mocking and misunderstandings. I’ve certainly done that for decades – decades too long, I would say. Well, I’ve made a momentous decision for the new year. I’m going to speak in public about what I truly feel in private. I’m going to – not ‘admit’ because that implies wrongdoing – but celebrate my sexuality. I’m going to share this first with you – the loyal readers of this blog.
Out loud and out proud.
Here we go…
(deep breath)
I, Servitor, have a sexual fetish. I get sexually aroused by thoughts of sexually dominant women, controlling, punishing and humiliating me. I am, in short, a sexual ‘submissive’.
There. That feels so much better! No doubt I’ll lose many readers of this blog, shocked at the nature of these revelations – but it’s their loss and not mine. I’d like to thank those readers broadminded enough to keep on reading. You know my secret now – and that’s a sacred trust. I know I can rely on you, even though I have not the slightest idea who any of you are.
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| Actually, I thought for a moment they were the punishment gloves. Or the other punishment gloves. |
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| It does seem rather odd that I (for example) am not allowed on the furniture but I do still get to choose the Government. |
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| Puppy play! In my youth I liked puppy play. Sadly, now it’s ‘tired old dog being dragged around slowly on aching knees under threat of a whipping’ play. |
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| Oh. I think I have a lot of bad habits that I might need some help with, you know. |
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| You know, there’s really nothing like a chastity belt for putting ladies at their ease with you. It takes away all that nonsense about being male, or a potential sexual partner, and allows you to just be yourself. |
True on so many levels.
I hope you had a good Christmas. I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance.
In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites. Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.
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| Don’t worry if you can’t fill it. Just ask one of the other men standing alongside you. I’m sure they won’t mind. |
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| Boyfriends! The curse of the sissy sub’s life. Still, I suppose someone has to play the football. |
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| It’s good that she’s not letting these petty irritations affect her work. No messing about, just getting on with it. That’s the way. |
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| Ah, the majesty of the legal system. |
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| “Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought. |
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. |
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| I think she should allow them more food, don’t you? |
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| Math is hard. So’s she. |
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| She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway. |
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| Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm. |
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| She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em. |
…it’s her favourite sort.
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| It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned! |
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| I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that. |
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| And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that. |
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| Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her. |
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| Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules…. |
As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.
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| Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place. |
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| That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth. |
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| Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything. |
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| I suspect ‘we’ will. |
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| I hope so too. |