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. |
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. |
More of the usual kind of thing follows this short announcement.
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| Just go along with it. In a few hours, you’ll be married and then I expect we’ll find out who’s really in charge! |
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| Try hard. Think of plastic ducks and teddie bears. And next time – if you survive – try to click the right fucking box, OK? |
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| He’s losing. |
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| Normally, I want to make clear, I write all the captions featured on this site. But this is by someone else. There’s actually quite a lot of his work featured on the web, if you like it. |
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| I’m sure you do. Or you will. |
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| Generally, violence isn’t the solution. But in this case, it probably is, if we’re being honest with ourselves. Not just impertinence, but habitual impertinence, after all. |
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| Why do I find this the scariest captioned photo I have ever posted? |
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| Cool. This could be your lucky break into movies. Maybe when you’ve recovered, you could see about getting an agent? |
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| Well, she used to, anyway. I think she might have lost it, actually. Doesn’t really matter, but just so you know. |
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| OK, so you’re probably not going anywhere here. Still: you haven’t been rejected as a sad, useless and unattractive excuse for a man… you’ve been rejected as a sad, useless and unattractive excuse for a man by Billie Piper! Huh? Not bad, huh? |
It’s where you’ll usually find me. If you can be bothered to look.
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| She feels your pain. But not quite as much as you do. |
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| It’s supposed to look like that. But then – you’re supposed to be caned, too. |
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| 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. |
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| You wouldn’t think dommes would be so indecisive, would you?
At least one of these magnificent ladies is the awesome* Madame Sarka, formerly of the OWK and now of herself. If any ‘readers’ can help identify the other lady, I will be grateful.
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| One art critic described her work as ‘a joyful celebration of life, movement and freedom’, which is rather ironic, when you think about it. |
Sometimes it’s difficult to tell them apart, don’t you think?
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| And thanks to rote learning, they know a lot of very long poems in Norwegian, word-perfect, off by heart. Sadly, they don’t know what any of those words mean. |
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| Do you sense she might be losing interest in the sexual side of this marriage? |
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| Don’t worry. She’ll have time to get away, when the acid starts gushing out. Even in those high heels – she’ll be fine. |
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| Oh well. |
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| Having your mouth full most of the time will probably help prevent you forming deep emotional attachments too. |
All I want is a boy somewhere
Far away from the city square
Tied down across a chair –
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Lots of choc’lates for me to eat,
Whip in hand for his own hot treat.
Thrashed arse, he’ll beg at feet
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Aow, so loverly…
Standin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still.
Scared to move, so the pail don’t spill;
His pleading, high and shrill,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Someone restin’ across my knee,
Warm an’ tender as ‘e can be.
Who’s scared to death of me,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly!
Loverly.
Loverly!
Loverly….
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| Those eyes. I could just drown in those eyes, couldn’t you? |
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| Huh. Brad! It’s been ‘Brad this’ and ‘Brad that’ ever since he arrived. Frankly, I am seriously considering giving him notice. It’s not as if we need a pool boy anyway, not having a pool. |
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| It’s funny to think, really, that you’re just about the only man she encounters most days who isn’t begging at her feet for mercy! You probably help her keep a sense of perspective – and that’s very important, for someone with a job they really love. |
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| Damn… I was really looking forward to November. |
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| Actually, most chastity belts are massively over-engineered. What might feel like irresistible pressure really hardly puts it under strain at all. I mean, steel’s pretty tough. So don’t worry, OK? |