cosplay – Contemplating the divine

Intelligences greater than man’s

“minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic...”

It’s a science fiction special.

Actually, he doesn’t even need to access the control software. All the sexbots that can have dominatrix modes enabled come with a safeword on a piece of paper, at the bottom of the box . Unfortunately, the makers imagined their customers reading the instructions leaflet all the way through at the start of the unpacking process, then carefully following the recommended procedure, step by step. Rather than just tearing it open, ignoring the leaflet and powering their new toy up straight away. Forgetting, in short, that their customers were male and unlikely to have a female assisting in the unpacking process of this particular product. Oh well. Think of it as a learning opportunity.

You want to watch out for those dominatrix sex robots…

Girls cosplay Star Trek for the futuristic vision and for the strong character development, boys for the miniskirts and boots.

Galactic law says that a superior species like theirs has to respect the customs of the planet they invade – and that is what they are doing. Just not the human inhabitants’ customs. Spiders live here too… who’s to say we’re right and they’re wrong?

They say that great inventors are rarely appreciated in their own time. Which is not the case here: these two seem to be very appreciative of the technological breakthrough this chap has produced.

As I always say, there’s nothing girls can do that boys can’t, as long as it is explained slowly enough using simple words, and it’s understood that we’ll probably fuck it up.

Incidentally, in the ‘other’ universe Artemis 9 made a flawless re-entry (female pilots…) but there was an unfortunate misunderstanding when the (tragically male) President greeted the returning heroines. In fairness, everyone agreed that he *did* have a very slappable face.

Saviours of the Universe

Flash! AI-AAAH!

Sorry. Science fiction post, anyway.

Who wants to live forever? HAHAHAHAHA! Diiiive!

Sorry.

Just one female supremacist from a parallel dimension against an entire male-run planet? Her chances can’t be better than evens… 75% at best.

It is very beautiful in its own special way… her people write poetry about it. Maybe she’ll
read you some while she’s working you over with her ovipositor.

Hmm? No, no everything’s fine. Just came into the wrong room, that’s all. I suppose I might briefly have imagined seeing five figures changing into pretty young ladies from… from… something else, but obviously that didn’t really happen. Just my imagination… how silly. But how lovely you all look! What beautiful dresses! Now, if you’ll excuse me….

Yes, unfortunately maleness itself is incurable, even with their advanced technology, but most of the visible symptoms can be removed or suppressed.

The sun shines every day in this parallel world. It’s a paradise – for full citizens, anyway.

More in indifference than in anger

Actually, female spiders eat their mates in only a minority of spider species and you’re in luck – the one that bit her is not from one of them. So I’m not even sure why she’s doing this, actually, but I’m sure if you point that fact out she’ll let you go.

Actually, the company medical plan does cover males but only for a few, specified surgical procedures.

Just go with it, see where it takes you. She’s not going to rush anything, plenty of time.

You might develop a foot fetish, eventually. And if you can develop a fetish for doing chores too you should have a very enjoyable marriage. Oh – and findom, too. Yeah, you definitely want to try to get into findom because there’s going to be a lot of that.

Irony… it’s like rain on your wedding day – which actually isn’t all that ironic, it’s just bloody uncomfortable, take it from me, especially when you’re chained up naked outside the church waiting for the bride.

Sweet surrender

Actually, I find it works rather badly and her boots need extensive cleaning afterwards. Luckily.

Pro-domination is such a difficult business – I am frequently in awe at the skill and grace with which dommes carry off the ‘pretending not to despise me’ bit post-session.

Should be a Rule 18 but I’ve been overdoing those posts lately.

I suspect her client would enjoy these illustrations by that genius Sardax, the beauty of which is enhanced by the gracious presence of the lovely, wonderful Alice Malice of London.

Worth a try. You might even enjoy it but let’s hope not.

That’s going to cause some funny looks in the office – after all, ‘Bring your gimp to work day’ isn’t for another three months.

When you’re spoken to

… it’s just bliss.

It’s always my favourite reason!

Gabriel’s pretty smart, for a boy. You could even imagine him ending up as one of those high-end executive secretaries. Unless some girl just comes along and sweeps him off his feet.

In a rare instance of the comics taking ideas from the fandom, I’ve heard that Marvel’s next superhero is called ‘Laundryboy’.

She’s a generous tipper. If you put out.

I once suggested to my SO that I might be better at blow jobs if I’d ever experienced one. She just laughed and asked whether I’d be better at ironing shirts if I’d ever been ironed. So we tried that instead. She’s very practical like that.