…well, I can’t remember if it’s exactly the eleventy-sixth in the series, but it’s certainly something like that. Yay! Turning points! Captioned images that – unusually for a blog about femdom – do not depict femdom situations. Not yet, anyway.
Just click on ‘turning points’ in the wordcloud thingy over there if you want more of this. Or on something else if you don’t. Clicking “Other world kingdom” for example, will take you to captioned images of situations that are rather unambiguously femdom. Clicking on ‘giant wooden dildo’ will take you to the only caption I have done featuring a giant wooden dildo. That kind of thing.
More Turning Points! Captioned images of situations that aren’t femdom. Quite. Yet. And probably never will be, to be honest.
Anyway, some of you seem rather to like them. Even if they leave us a little sad sometimes.
Actually, in most conversations it’s good to have a hairbrush handy. Just in case. |
Quite right. What’s the worst that can happen? |
Actually, all her dungeon equipment is. |
Philosophy. It’s a girl thing. |
Again. |
This is the second in what is turning into a series, currently of two. Part 1 here. It’s captioned images of situations that aren’t femdom! Pretty exciting huh? If rather a risky development, for a blog about errr, femdom.
But the point is that these are situations that could develop into female domination. Rather quickly, in most cases. In some there is a choice, in others there isn’t. But whether you take the choice to turn, or the choice is made for you… these are turning points.
If it’s a bit too mild for you try…well, almost any page on this blog, really. This, for example.
It’s where you’ll usually find me. If you can be bothered to look.
She feels your pain. But not quite as much as you do. |
It’s supposed to look like that. But then – you’re supposed to be caned, too. |
Let’s hope it’s not a third six. It can happen, though. I once rolled a huge pile of dice and almost all of them came up six. I can’t remember exactly how many, but it was at least seven of nine. |
One art critic described her work as ‘a joyful celebration of life, movement and freedom’, which is rather ironic, when you think about it. |
Despicable: capable of being despised.
Capable? I pay for the privilege. Hi – I’m Servitor!
Captioned images of female domination (what else?) follow.
Ah, now, you can say what you like about Miss Taylor, but – oh, hang on. No you can’t. |
Doesn’t she look sweet? I’m sure she hates having to do all those horrible things to you. |
I’m still quite sore from the last discussion we had to be honest. |
I went on a course at work this week that included a module on building self-esteem. Fortunately I’ll be visiting my Significant Other soon, and she can usually put it right back to where it should be. And it gave me an idea for one of the captions below.
On with the captioned images (of female domination)!
I think she’s due a pay rise. |
How did you get on? Did you? So did I. Never mind – maybe next time. |
You don’t have an inferiority complex, you see – you actually are inferior. |
Never mind. These things happen. |
The worst of it is that she’s a multi-millionaire film star. It’s not as if she needs the money. |
I am sorry to disappoint any Googlers seeking Lexx-related material after that title…I just thought it fitting for the theme of my blog. But admirers of Xev, or Zev are really quite likely to enjoy what they find here.
And anyone who does like the material in this blog, who has no idea what I am talking about, has somehow missed out on the perviest science fiction TV show ever, and really needs to go and have a look. Especially this episode.
Anyway, that’s that and now this is this:
She doesn’t actually approve of corporal punishment. But she finds it does get the dishes washed and the clothes ironed, so she is prepared to make an exception in your case. |
And when she gets you home, I hope you’ll be doing your patriotic duty and helping to take away all that built-up tension and aggression. Just bend over and think of England. |
Makes a change from buying tampons, I suppose. |