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 spot any of those, do let me know, won’t you?
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| No taxation without, err…. |
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| Sounds exciting. |
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| I always find the washing instructions on clothes hard to understand. So did he, apparently. |
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| It wouldn’t really be asking permission if she didn’t say no, now and then, would it? |
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| It rarely is, actually. In fact, I don’t know about you but I’ve always found the standard travel phrasebooks to be pretty useless in session. I’m thinking of writing in to complain. |
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| nnnn nnnNNN NNNGGG! nngg nnnng! |
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| Oh well. It’ll be agony this time, around, but…it’s not as if you masturbate often. Is it? |
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| Oddly, I understand this is one exception to the rule ‘everything tastes like chicken’. It just doesn’t. |
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| Good thing you’re into humiliation. You’ll be getting lots of that. |
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| Actually, it’ll be quite a bit cheaper than having it done back in a properly equipped facility in the First World. More holiday spending money – can’t object to that! |
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| Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything. Just act normal…relaxed. |
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| I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead. But it’s a slow process. |
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| It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands… |
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| And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down. |
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| Oh, women can be so silly. Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar? I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here! |
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| I don’t see why. Sounds like a great deal to me. |
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| That’s thoughtful. One of my former Significant Others was always very keen on symmetrical patterns of welts. She’d take quite a long time adding a bit here, a bit there until it was right. |
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| Good. It’s about time those pampered slaves at OWK learned the meaning of hard work and discipline. |
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| Yeah. Women can be sensitive about these things. Aren’t the little heel-marks cute, by the way? |
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| Nice to see boys getting a look-in, in this traditionally female occupation anyway. I’ve always fancied being a booth-babe. But it’s hard to imagine a product that would actually sell any more if I did. |
I’m feeling them more and more often.
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| Best not to rush into these discussions. Give everyone a chance to calm down, to reflect on what was said and maybe even come to regret it? |
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| With dignity. Always with dignity. |
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| Glad we cleared that up. I hate ambiguity. Fortunately, so does she. |
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| He’ll apologise, too. |
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| Don’t know. Don’t care. |
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| Of course, this blog is strongly opposed to real bullying. Just keep it for play, in session, that’s what I say. Not that She ever listens, when I do. |
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| It’s odd the things women find sexy, isn’t it? For some it’s chunky jumpers, for others it’s brutal, relentless torture. Mars, Venus, whatever – you know? |
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| That sounds fair. I’m certainly not going to argue. |
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| She deserves a night off, I reckon. She can always pick it up wherever she left off, tomorrow morning. |
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| It’s not a good thing to go around with suspicious, negative thoughts about any relationship. If you start thinking ‘What if Mistress murders me?’ each time, then you’re just not going to enjoy the session, and who does it benefit anyway? I mean, really? |
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. |
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. |
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. |
