caption – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

My lady’s displeasure

Seems a bit unfair, the place will be practically drenched with cum for you to clean up when you emerge from the cupboard tomorrow morning, after all.

She can find beauty in ugly things – a rare gift.

She likes things to be consistent: if you’re going to be in pain, it somehow spoils it if there’s a part of you that’s not uncomfortable.

It’s good to be spontaneous, but not too spontaneous.

There’s more kinds of knowledge than mere book-learning.

Men don’t understand much about women’s castration fantasies – which is probably just as well, or they’d be terrified the whole time.

Oh, and an extra captioned image, easy enough to provide as I didn’t have to write it: it is not one of mine. I’ll confess I don’t like many of the femdom captions I see on the Internet and it is very rare indeed that I see one and think ‘I wish I’d done that!’. But this one – from here, although I don’t know if that’s the origin – is certainly one of those few.

Do you want to see a grown man cry?

I suppose they’re better suited to a ‘1980s called’ post, like the last one, but I can’t resist linking to the ladies in this lovely dance act from the time, as they do indeed all look as if they just strode imperiously from the pages of those old femdom magazines. Ahhhhh…

Sometimes couples need a little time apart. I’m sure my own relationship is much stronger for all the time I spend in the oubliette – out of sight and out of mind.

Don’t worry: there’s an emergency over-ride code. She’s got it written down somewhere, I expect.

Consent is a gift in a BDSM relationship – and doesn’t she deserve to be given everything you possess and more?

The first time I (tried to) have sex with a girl she said it was a ‘unique’ experience and, looking back now, I’m impressed by how prescient she was.

Some commenters might be tempted to observe that the sundial’s not going to work if most of it is in the shade. To which I’d reply, first, that it’s art not mere functional construction and, second, that you are welcome to explain that to Mistress Jennifer, just as three of the men in this picture did. She always needs more materials. Finally, some pedant or other is bound to point out that there are thirteen figures on the dial, to which I can only say that Mistress J has an Orwellian approach to many things in her life.

Remember: if you don’t like any of the contractual terms, you can just walk away now and never, ever see her again. It’s time to think about what’s important in life.

And there we are! That’s the end of Tuesday’s post. So… yeah! No more new material here until Friday, I suppose. Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays, those are the days Servitor posts. I mean, it’s not as if there’s ever a post on Wednesday, right? That would just be weird. So no point in coming back to check, tomorrow. Although… you never know, right? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look on Wednesday. Now, would it?

Shut, shut your mouth

‘cos she’s not listening anyhow.

Isn’t that just the way of it? You’ve met a girl, you think you’re getting on but then all of a sudden the conversation has to end so you can run screaming in terror from a pack of baying hounds, and end up being flayed alive. Story of my life.

It’s important to understand sarcasm when visiting a domme. But never try practising it. “Yeah, I ‘really’ want you to twist my scrotum around, then hang me by it from a hook. That would be ‘so great’, Mistress, ‘thanks'”.

Poor Kitten… she’s had to be so patient. It’s frustrating for her that you never seem to have any money except on payday. Can’t you do something about that?

The thing men’s libbers never really seem to address, is that they’re free to do whatever they want, as long as a woman approves. Honestly, they’re crying over nothing, when there’s so much more they could be crying about.

Or the ground before her feet… probably safer.

Hollywood actresses often get quite embarassed at how many unsolicited slaves they end up owning – they often give them to charities who can force them to work for good causes, I understand.

Supreme authority

Honestly, the sense of entitlement of some men! One little problem and he runs – well, hobbles – straight to her. He doesn’t stop for a moment to think that maybe it’s not the chain that’s the problem, but his attitude.

These absurd DEI initiatives have gone way too far. Boys are actually happier in menial jobs making tea and cleaning shoes. There’ve been, like, studies and stuff.

Certainly always gets – and holds – my attention.

So easily done. Always such a shock when you look up and realise! But this lad’s going to be OK: home safe and sound and the promise of a good hard whipping to help him be more careful next time. He was lucky… there are some cruel ladies out there.

If it was enjoyable they wouldn’t call it ‘hard’ labour, now, would they? Boys can be so stupid. But Barbara knows some educational techniques that work even on males.

Turning, turning, turning through the years

… to herald a turning points post, obviously, but if anyone has a clip featuring the divine Annie on that musical number, I’ll replace the link and score two popular posts with one.

Baby watch her eyes, you better watch her eyes

Anything you feel swelling up underneath you when you’re being spanked over Dave’s lap should be kept strictly as a secret between you and him, OK? It’s a guy thing: no need for her to know.

Fashion photographers can be so annoying. Just ask the ladies in this sweet little scene..

I mean, she’d never *actually* do it, right? You know that, right? ‘Course you do. So stop dithering and let her strap you down.

And your orgasms are even specialer, being so rare.

First goddess in my life, maybe…. I mean, I *liked* The Damned too, and The Undertones but… Ah, to be looked at, the way she looks at Kermit.

And here’s Captain Sensible performing ‘Wot’ on French TV, because pourquoi pas?

Men think of castration in such all-or-nothing terms, that’s the problem.

Forceful femininity

That’s disappointing. You’d think he’d at least be good at apologising, after all this time.

Sometiomes they shoot to incapacitate rather than kill, in which case the offenders are later inhumanely put down.

They say the waiting’s the worst part – but ‘they’ are wrong.

The version for hardcore submissives doesn’t even have any women in it: just the chair and the wall.

Every man with a vote was considered a foe to woman suffrage

So take away his vote and things should go just swimmingly. It’s a politics special.

And look, what can I say… I realise not every male pines for a future in which male ‘freedoms’ are abolished and men’s ‘rights’ and ‘dignity’ are crushed under a merciless steel-toed boot of righteous female fury. I get that, truly I do. Whippings, enforced chastity for those permitted to keep their genitals, electric shock collars… it’s not an easy life for males in the female supremacist utopia, I’ll admit. But can you look at how the world is run today – just look at a random headline, almost any day, quite frankly – and tell me, hand on your heart, that it wouldn’t be better like that? Hmm? Really?

Compulsive order

Topping from the bottom again? You’d think he’d have learnt by now. Well… I’m sure she doesn’t want to hurt him any more than is strictly necessary, but there do have to be consequences for that kind of defiance.

I know it’s an established trope that women get annoyed when men come too quickly, but back when I was still dating, I found they didn’t mind at all. Most never even realised it had happened, actually.

It’s a horrible feeling when you realise you’ve locked yourself out. Not one that’s happened to me for years, I’m happy to say, as my SO much prefers the approach of keeping me locked in.

Actually, later she and her friends came up with many more humiliating marks, but they’re young and just getting started in the ways of womanhood, bless ’em.

In the event they wouldn’t bend the rules: they were OK taking him, but they insisted on the full six months quarantine. Which posed a dilemma: on the one hand, she was only going to be there for the two-week holiday, so that seemed a bit excessive, but on the other he *was* being *very* irritating.

Their relationship was much deeper and more meaningful than one based on knowing who the fuck he was, or noticing anything he did. But doesn’t Babs look fabulous in black? Even if he accomplished nothing else in life – and as far as she knows, he didn’t – except giving her an opportunity to wear it after his death, that’s a meaningful life well-lived, right?

Boy, you’re going to carry that weight

So don’t argue.