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.
Another science fiction post! Yeah, it was going to be a historical images special but rocket go up! And Servitor likes that. So in honour of brave spacewoman Christina Koch and her three boys on Artemis II, we’ll do space again today. Plus, we’re still not doing World War M, because other kinds of rocket come back down again.
And in honour of everyone’s favourite component of the hive-mind, there are seven science fiction images, so that’s good, right? And as it’s Easter, we’ll have an extra extra one celebrating the day.
It’s a harsh, untamed planet but fortunately they’ve brought a lot of equipment along specifically designed for taming.
They considered sending King Charles up but it turned out that, by lucky chance, several minor princes and one princess in the Royal Family knew what the OWK was, so the misunderstanding was sorted out.
Recycling is important in space; anything not performing a useful function should always be repurposed or shredded down to its basic elements and added to ship’s stores.
I think if they’re dealing with male humans, relying on reduced brain function is a pretty safe bet. Anyway, Sarah seems nice.
Don’t worry about anything bad happening to those pets, by the way. The envoys arrived under diplomatic protection and interstallar law is clear their property cannot be harmed by the hosts – or if it is, it must be replaced with something of equal value.
In case you’re wondering why they can’t implant their larvae into human females, the little darlings are quite picky about what they like to eat when they hatch out, and there are certain yummy body parts that females just don’t have.
I feel a Spartacus moment coming on. Just give me some air, I’ll be fine.
Easter eggstra:
Serena and Alice have similar traditions but they prefer an old-fashioned crucifixion: the victim’s arms are properly outstretched and there’s no nonsense about using ropes or straps when there are perfectly good nails handy. Alice always loves it when the Easter decoration goes up on Good Friday, the dithering over which terrified male to choose; then the sounds of laughter, joyful hammering and less joyful screaming, then the screams take on a pitch of still greater urgency as the cross is hoisted up, before eventually subsiding to moans and sobs as the decoration hangs there all weekend, reminding her each time she glances up at it of the chocolate eggs to come on Sunday. Easter’s a very special time for them.
It’s another science fiction special. Now you might object that we just had a science fiction special and for once you’d be right (well done you!) but I’ve just written a tonne* of sci-fi captions, a great many featuring Seven of Nine, so we’re going to be having a lot of them. And in honour of everyone’s favourite Borg, we’ll have seven captioned images each time. Got to get them out there somehow.
Also, I do have a World War M post ready but given there’s quite a lot of actual war around, I think perhaps we’ll keep that on hold for now.
*That’s slightly more than a ton.
You might expect her to add that this is going to hurt her more than it will hurt him, but her programming prevents her from lying.
Goodness, the Borg are so much more advanced than us even in plumbing. Resistance is indeed futile… where can I surrender, please, Ma’am?
If it would be completely unethical to enslave billions of people, then presumably it would only be a tiny fraction as unethical to enslave just one… or even a few.
Realism is overrated, which is why I write this blog.
I wonder whether the local culture has developed any techniques for dealing with this situation? Implements, even.
She’s appalled at the waste. It’s like throwing away perfectly good chocolate spread.
The 70s was a difficult time and many people say that its sci-fi reflected that, featuring a lot of dystopian, dark visions of the future but in these TV shows at least, I see nothing but optimism that things might turn out OK. Too optimistic, if anything: that’s Space 1999 down in the bottom right: if only 1999 had been like that. Everywhere, I mean, not just a few select locations in most major cities and a large estate on the outskirts of Černá, Czech Republic.
Actually, guys with small penises have proportionately more everything. My little finger, for instance, is huge in comparison – a woman remarked upon it, once.
They’re reworking the pay structure too, to make it more discriminatory.
Zoe’s good at games, usually winning on the first move when she plays slaves at chess. She also enjoys playing ‘guess the voltage’.
I expect he’ll come up with some lavish belated gift or other… she can even make some suggestions while she has his full attention like this.
Of course it’s best to wear thick gloves when handling that X stuff as it can irritate the skin. But they’re professionals, they know how to handle things that can be irritating.
She likes to give her clients a ‘happy beginning’ occasionally.
Yes, it’s Boxing Day. A day I have come to realise is culturally specific to the UK and a few other places that are a bit like the UK, but not as damp and with fewer bat-tunnels. It’s one of those phrases that non-British people often fail to understand, like ‘having a fag in the back alley’ (you can also be a fag, for an older boy at boarding school, of course); or making sure ‘your child always has a rubber in his schoolbag’, as the teachers don’t provide them, or ‘letting some woman piss in your ring-gagged mouth’, which is just an idiomatic way of saying you’ll take her advice (“Oh, I don’t know which movie to go and see, darling: just ring-gag my jaw wide open and you can piss in my mouth, OK?”)*
Anyway, traditionally a day for tidying up after the excesses of the day before, although some people are more active: many hunts go out on Boxing Day, for example, with whips cracking and horns blaring as they pursure their terrified quarry across the fields, and some hardy souls even have a tradition of jumping naked into the sea, here in Britain on one of the coldest days of the year. My SO has very thoughtfully signed me up for all three of these festive activities, so I’ve no time for a themed post, just the usual dross.
Forget Kurt. Well… don’t forget him, obviously: he still needs his laundy done and his appartment cleaned. But the important thing is that your chastity regime should be right for you and that’s what she’s focused on.
Wow, tough situation! Thank goodness she’s there for him.
Looks like babe brought a pineapple, though, and I’m sure there are some bits of that that could be put to good use.
She was a little disappointed that Dr Taylor insisted on anesthetising you for the procedure, but there’ll be plenty of time later, when you’ll have the feeling restored in all of the bits of your body that remain attached.
I booked a ‘mean date’ session with a sex worker and she didn’t even show up! Wonderful. It’s so rare for someone just to ‘get me’ like that.
Some men find it hard to adapt to a female supremacist work environment, but it’s actually very straightforward as long as you just follow a few simple rules – or a lot of complicated rules, if that’s what she prefers.
* All right, I made that last one up. I make a lot of stuff up, here. But you should try it, I mean you never know, right? And there are never any good movies around, just after Christmas, so it’s good to find alternative ways of entertaining yourselves.
Modern best practice in dentistry holds that pain isn’t something to be avoided at all costs, rather something to be managed and they’re experts at that.
Make sure you get the special soap she bought for the purpose; it’s a lot more astringent than anything she’d ever wash with.
A meaningful job supporting others is its own reward.
The lovely Victoria from Cruella, of course, with the obligatory reminder that you can download magazines featuring her, other beautiful ladies and a lot of males with thinning lanky hair and dodgy 1980s moustaches – including this (magazine, not moustache), the cover photo of which is from a simply magnificent set.
Come on now: have you ever heard Janice’s husband complain? About anything? Or any of the other males in Janice’s household, for that matter? Well, then.
She welcomes feedback from male participants too, of course: on their knees and using their tongues, ideally.
In contrast, I think you’ll agree you do need the heavy strap. Quite frequently.
The customer is always wrong.
Treasure doesn’t usually believe in animals being kept in cages. But she’s prepared to make an exception.
Most sex workers lost their livelihoods when the Femsuprem government banned males from possessing money, but dominatrices transitioned to the new female-led economy just fine.
This blog favours males leading unhappy abnormal lives, and the women who are prepared to make that happen for us.
Kitten likes cars, but when they get old and a bit worn you need new ones – like clothes and pay-pigs.
Their ‘at your desk’ service is very popular. Alternatively, they can just take control of your male employees remotely and sort the problem out that way, but most of their users prefer to watch them work in person.
Well… OK. Sounds pretty standard to me. Do they have good wi fi?
He hasn’t been told himself yet, so I expect he’s eager to hear your guesses.
The wonderful, clever and lovely Tiffany Naylor, who nayled me good and proper a few years back. I still have the warm glow.
There’s always extras. Still, probably worth it for the talented Sven. If she enjoys card games, for example, he could play Gin Rummy all evening and poker all night.
They’re not designed that way, but why not give it a go?
Just as long as she understands that she can’t force you to do anything your wife’s not comfortable with.
Time for another deep dive, possibly with heavy shackles attached to our wrists and ankles, into female suprmacist literature. Quotes here from some of the great thinkers – and doers – who wrote the foundational and inspirational texts of this movements, as well as from a couple of males.
“Obviously men would continue to have the right to free speech under a Female Supremacist constitution; the only change is that right would be exercised on their behalf by their Responsible Female. I don’t see that as unduly restrictive – what would the point be in a man expressing an opinion that wasn’t approved by a woman anyway?”
Eva Green, Patriarchs to Eunuchs: a practical programme for female supremacy (translated from the French by cafard)
“There are those in the Femsuprem movement who would prefer to live entirely without males and they – like all females – should have their wish. I’m sure there will be whole regions of the world where that is the case. For my part, though, I couldn’t truly enjoy life unless I know that males are suffering atrociously, somewhere.”
Lady Sophia Black: The governance of males; a dominatrix’s practical guide to politcal change.
“It’s not as if most males are doing particularly well at the moment. Fewer and fewer get university degrees, Is some 25 year-old slacker guy really better off in a dead-end office job, compared to – for example – being engaged in healthy manual labour, maybe even outdoors? He might not choose the latter, if he were free to choose, but that’s the point: we can choose for him.”
Sanna Marin, The Whip Hand: Economic policy and workplace relations in the Female Supremacist state
“I remember attending my first Femsuprem meeting. It seems ridiculous now, but I had my own ideas about how men could support the movement. Fortunately, I was put straight to making the tea – and I didn’t even do that properly and was made to stay behind afterwards. Then my second meeting… well, let’s just say the participants were none too pleased at each having to tell me again how she liked her tea, since I had forgotten! How could such a moron possibly contribute anything when I couldn’t even do as I was told? I think I learnt more from that than from any of the instructional material for males I later was lucky enough to be made to memorise.”
Samantha’s Husband, Surrendered
“You know what law I’d most like to see brought in under a Female Supremacist government? Oh sure, laws preventing males voting or owning property have to come first, obviously, and castrating rapists too. But after these foundations have been laid, I’d love to see a Male Hygiene Act, making all males scrub themselves clean – all over with plenty of soap – at least three times every day. Can you imagine a world that doesn’t stink of filthy males? Wouldn’t that be something?”
Kristen Stewart, Dare to Dream
“If you’re concerned that men will read this and learn about our plans to enslave them, don’t be. They assume it’s all some kind of femdom fantasy porn. OWK showed them their future and males just bought subscriptions and jerked off to it. Lenin said that capitalists would sell communists the rope that would be used to hang them. Males will pay to ogle images of our plans for their eventual subjugation because they are very, very stupid”
Madame Christine, They Deserve It: Lessons in Philosophy from the Other World Kingdom
“My first book, an attempt to introduce the joy of slavery to a male audience, was my humble attempt at a vision of a far-off better society. Mistress instructed me to write this second book to celebrate what is now a growing movement for Female Supremacy. Will I ever write a third? Not up to me, of course, but if I do I hope it will consist of nothing but practical tips for housework and service. The aim of male political writing should be to abolish itself.”
nd23 By Her command
“I’m going to take a risk here and declare that I once witnessed the involuntary castration of a rapist. And it was a beautiful thing. A sexual thing for some of the women in the audience, true, but an empowering moment for all of us. And spiritual, too. And if anyone wants to use our unjust patriarchal laws to try to prosecute the brave women who wielded the knife, know this: I will never betray my sisters who opened my eyes with this wonderful moment of shared joy.”
Gal Gadot, Inspirational Moments: Finding Myself in the Female Supremacist Cause.
“I’m not a male eliminationist, not any more. As a lesbian, I certainly started that way. Males disgust me. But as a favour to a straight friend, I once whipped one of her slaves and although the smell of the filthy beast became more intense as he writhed and screamed under the lash, I found the experience pleasant enough. And my supposedly ‘straight’ friend discovered an interesting new side to her sexuality… So I don’t object to males continuing to exist, as long as they’re in chains and I have a whip.”
Cara Develgne, Liberty, Sorority, Slavery (originally Le premier sexe), translated from the French by objet6.
“I wrote a book once trying to explain Female Supremacism to males. It’s actually quite an interesting challenge, to dumb down Femsupremacist thinking into concepts their simple brains can understand. Of course, my favourite boy helped. I’d read a passage and test his understanding. If he didn’t follow my first draft, I’d resist the temptation to whip him for stupidity (OK, I didn’t always resist), grit my teeth and go and try again. I wanted to call it Listen, you fucking morons! but the publisher persuaded me to go with Learning to be nurtured.”
Emily Blunt, Useful Idiots: Men and Femsuprem
“Will men be happy under Femsuprem rule? That’s a complicated question. I could talk about the physical health benefits they’ll experience, the joy they’ll get from a clear sense of purpose, the end to stressful decision-making that their brains aren’t really suited to… all that. But my truthful answer is simpler: I really don’t care whether they’ll be happy or not. It’s not about them.”
That damn flicker. Better try to get it under control, now you’re married.
She likes locks. She likes the look of them, she likes the sound they make gently clinking inside your trousers when you’re out together…
I got lost once, Followed the wrong pair of heels… suddenly looked up and gulp! The lady was very nice, though and took me home, where she got talking to my SO and one thing led to another and… well, let’s just say I didn’t get my whipping for being lost until quite late the following morning!
He’s going to be your friend too, now.
Dommes say the funniest things. One beautiful lady once tied me to the bed and giggled sexily in my ear about how much she’d like to take my cock in her mouth and nibble it gently before taking firm hold with her hand and pumping… pumping… The silly thing must have forgotten she’d locked me in a tight chastity restrainer! But I didn’t say anything to embarass her.
In the event, she did turn up, about an hour late, with some of her friends, all wearing tight boob tubes and leather miniskirts. They got drunk and started shouting mocking abuse at all the sad little physics spods and speccy chemistry nerds sharing the stage, and made them hand over their medals, which they referred to as ‘lunch money’.
Finally, a quick note about comments here on this blog. The anti-spam thingy (to use a technical term) seems to have been a bit too cautious of late, with some commenters being blocked. Sorry about that. If you are, I think you can request approval. I do see those (might take a day or two) and I’ll always approve any that aren’t obvious spam marketers. I think once you’re on the approved list you’re fine forever but I’m not sure – the anti-spam stuff keeps having to change to stay ahead. I’d love to just switch it off, but I see the list of spammy comments it has blocked and believe me, there are hundreds every week so that’s not an option.
