female supremacist – Contemplating the divine

Let her take you on a little trip

It’s another science fiction special. What… you prefer the world of today?

Anyway, it being a science fiction special, you get seven. In both senses.

Obviously, some things have moved on. Shock-collars can draw unlimited power without being plugged in, for instance, so there’s no danger of them running low, and testicular reconstructive surgery has greatly extended males’ ball-busting capabilities. But the eternal truths remain, that’s why they’re called that.

I think society needs exactly that. Urgently.

He also enjoys dressing up as a maintenance bot and mincing around scrubbing out the CO₂ filters.

I appreciate it can be hard sometimes for men to get women to take them seriously, but that’s because we’re ridiculous.

One advantage is that a real human is obviously vastly more creative than a sex robot. Emma has lots of interesting ideas.

Don’t worry: they have plastic sacks that they can bag the males in, when they find them, and those can be sealed to keep the smell in. I expect they’ll make sure there’s plenty of air, and if not… well, they’re not exactly short of males, they’re really just chasing down the renegades out of principle.

You might think that only holographic entities like the Doctor can have their programming adjusted, but that’s not true: just ask any domme.

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son—and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

Leaving plenty of time for any other things she has planned in the remainder of the session.

Male brains are often fixated upon numbers: how many weeks, how many months… getting on for a year. Whereas women are much more interested in feelings: I’m sure she’d love to hear how unbearably frustrating he’s finding it, but he’s just stuck in Mars-mode.

That’s OK, I’m *really* good at fucking off.

If you’re still unsure how much to pledge, the suggested donation is ‘all of it, idiot!’.

She’s right, you know. It might be best to remember that at all times, from now on.

Oh… it’s just possible some popcorn will fall on the floor during the show, maybe even get squished under her boots. You’re OK dealing with that too, right?

Obviously, the complexities of female supremacist theory are beyond most men, but there are simplified versions aimed at a male readership, such as *Female Supremacy for Idiots*, or, for those finding even that a stretch, *Female Supremacy for Complete Fucking Morons*. Or there are short residential courses that explain everything very clearly.

Now here’s some excellent news: Red Rump is back!

Oh, and also this is rather lovely and has long free trailers. I recommend watching Camille doing her thing, very wonderfully. Très chic!

Just a little extra, because it’s not really a proper post with captions or anything. But some people think this blog exaggerates the degree to which women in the so-called ‘real world’ enjoy inflicting pain and humiliation on males. But, as is so often the case, ‘some people’ are wrong. One thing I’ve noticed in recent years is that more and more women are making the internationally-recognised ball-crushing gesture, in which the hands come together and simultaneously squeeze and separate the testicles in the scrotum. A clearer display of fierce female empowerment, it would be hard to imagine, and it’s everywhere. Once you see it, you can’t stop seeing it or wincing.

A few examples.

Never forget you’re not going to have a choice…

…and of course…

UPDATE! A few entirely made-up people I’ve discussed this with have suggested that this self-evidently female supremacist gesture is actually a heart shape. A heart shape. Right. Here’s the goddess of the gesture herself… let’s watch the development, shall we?

[Sarcasm alert] Yeah, right… I think we can all agree that Ms Swift is making a lovey dovey little heart gesture, there, hmm? You just keep thinking that, boy. After all, women just like romance and flowers and kittens and stuff… I’m sure everything’s going to be just fine.

Men say, it’s criminal, what women’ll do

What they’re forgetting is, this is 1922!

Ah, would that it were! Or possibly 1932 or thereabouts…. Downton Domination, anyway.

PS: To the Repentant Sorceress, you should not longer be blocked (and puns are definitely OK, or this blog would disappear into a black hole of hypocrisy).

Every man with a vote was considered a foe to woman suffrage

So take away his vote and things should go just swimmingly. It’s a politics special.

And look, what can I say… I realise not every male pines for a future in which male ‘freedoms’ are abolished and men’s ‘rights’ and ‘dignity’ are crushed under a merciless steel-toed boot of righteous female fury. I get that, truly I do. Whippings, enforced chastity for those permitted to keep their genitals, electric shock collars… it’s not an easy life for males in the female supremacist utopia, I’ll admit. But can you look at how the world is run today – just look at a random headline, almost any day, quite frankly – and tell me, hand on your heart, that it wouldn’t be better like that? Hmm? Really?

The sound of one hand slapping

I was a bit nervous when my own dear SO first suggested we make our relationship public with a public slapping but in the event, no one seemed to be shocked and in fact quite a few other people in the pub had a go once she’d finished. It just goes to show that things sometimes aren’t as bad as you imagine.

The trouble with ‘being ignored while Mistress sleeps’ sessions is that they can get quite expensive at standard hourly rates if she sleeps through her alarm.

It should – and will – be grateful she pays it so much attention.

Apparently she does *have* a punch-bag, although I can’t see one in this picture… maybe it’s hanging behind the camera.

She believes that almost any problems can be solved, through the rigorous application of science.

So much easier in these days of streaming services… I remember having to buy face-slapping compilations on CD, and by chance there always seemed to be a giggling pair of young women on the cash desk – often with strong arms and hard palms – when I went to pay.

Great are the stars, and man is of no account to them

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.

The strength of a woman can be boundless

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.