femdom – Page 149 – Contemplating the divine

Like a christian fearing vengeance from above…

…I don’t pretend to know what you want, but I offer love.

(trigger warning: vanilla link. For no obvious reason, I’ve always thought of the song as rather D/S… but I think that of many things).

Don’t worry if you’re still confused. Things will be made clear.

I think that’s disgraceful. Just because we’re submissive doesn’t mean ladies can treat us like doormats, can they? Well, I mean, obviously, if a lady like one of these wanted to treat me literally as a doormat, that would be fine, wiping her muddy boots across my back, but erm… OK, maybe they can then.

And you prefer not being gay too, don’t you, so it sounds like you and Master Mark are very compatible!

Get another one, of course. There’s plenty. Hello! Ma’am? Over here!

I offer love… this is one of the most Significant of the Others in my life. Lady Sophia Black is simply wonderful.

Taking it slowly at first

Darling, I’ve been thinking about what you told me on
Saturday. About your need to be…
dominated. Sexually.

Look. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did. It was just…a bit of a shock, you know? It’s not really something I know a lot about, and it just sounded kind of weird and scary… and I guess I just didn’t want to hear that this was happening. That this wasn’t really my husband saying these things. You know?

But…I went to look at those web sites you suggested. And a few
more. And… well, you know, it’s really
not my thing. Really, really not. But, darling, you’re my husband and I love you. And if that’s what’s going
to make you happy, I think we should try it.

Oh darling, calm down. It’s OK. Really it is.

Only…it’s all very new to me, so you’ll have to be patient
with me at first, OK? I don’t think I
can do all of it. Not straight away. I mean like dressing
up in leather and rubber and stuff like that.
I don’t think I can do that. We don’t have to, do we?

Great. Because that’s
a bit too much for me. Maybe later. When I’m used to it.

But I was reading about these husbands who dress up in
maids’ outfits and do all the housework.
That seemed all right. Shall we try that? And I’m supposed
to punish you if it’s not done to my satisfaction, right? With a cane or something?

Or a paddle. Sure –
whatever. I’m OK with that.

Oh – and financial domination too. I could do that, I think. We’d get your company to pay your salary into
my account, and I’ll control all the money – keep a tight rein on your
spending. Maybe give you an allowance
each week; or just make you ask me if ever you want to buy anything. Cane you if you spend any money without my permission.

“Or paddle”? For that one as well? OK, sure. Doesn’t have to be a cane, I suppose. Not every time.

I read a lot about financial domination. It does sound kind of fun, actually. So we can do that.

Anyway, erm…I’ve drawn up a ‘slave contract’. With stuff about the housework and finances
and the punishment thing. (I’ve written
‘cane’ actually, in the section about punishments, but we can make that ‘cane or paddle’ if you like.) And cuckoldry – that’s a very femdom thing
too, right? So you’ll enjoy that. It’ll be better for me, too,
because you’ll be in chastity, and that way I don’t have to keep unlocking you
and locking you up again every time I want to make love.

But no more than that, at first, OK? Just so we can take it slowly, for me. I’ve included in the contract the right of
Mistress to change the terms anyway, so we can maybe put in a few more things as I
get more confident with it.

Shall I print the contract out now? So we can sign? I’ll add that thing about the paddle first.

Stop your sobbing

She’s very particular about the gardening – that’s why she has them whipped so often. She’s very particular about sex too, but then as her husband you know that already don’t you?

It must be very difficult for her, being trapped in a sexless marriage like that. Still, she could probably play around a bit. I mean, it’s only fair. And who knows – maybe one day they’ll find the key.

She did make a particular point of how cruel and heartless she was in the advert, to be fair.

Women, eh? There’s always one more thing, isn’t there?

Pesky Geneva Convention.

So bandwagon! Much out-of-date meme. Many comic sans (sorry Steve!).

Just a short one

Oh darling, there was a telephone call for you earlier. One of those lifestyle surveys that
advertisers use. I said we weren’t interested and you were busy
doing your chores, but they were very insistent. Apparently, you’re an important demographic
for them. Goodness knows why. So I said I’d answer for you, so they won’t
keep calling back, you know.

Let me see now… what did they want to know? They asked about hobbies so I said cleaning, ironing
and cooking. They asked about your sex
life, so I told them you didn’t have one.
They asked if there were any purchases that you always make sure you
never run out of, so of course I said tampons, because you know how cross I get
if you don’t have them ready for me. Oh
– and they asked about disposable income so I said you get five pounds a week
in pocket money if you’ve been good.

They lost interest after that, I think, because they just
finished up the survey and rang off.

Sorry that was so disappointingly short.

Wow – I just had a really overwhelming sense of deja vue! Because I’m sure I’ve typed that exact same sentence before. But I think this is the first time I’ve posted such a short story as a stand-alone item, so I’ve no idea when that can have been. Isn’t that weird! Do you ever get that?

Oh well. I expect it’ll come to me.

It’s uncanny

I was using a thesaurus to look up synonyms for the word ‘impotent’ (I read somewhere it’s not a good idea to repeat precisely the same language in successive lonely hearts ads), and I read the following:

Impotent:

helpless
inadequate
incapable
incompetent
ineffective
ineffectual
inept
paralyzed
powerless
sterile
unproductive

It’s almost as if the thesaurus compilers had met me. The power of words, eh? But enough of that, let’s turn to the power of dominant women, because that’s what you came here for, right?

Everyone should have a hobby. I have several.

I think that although ‘the overall parameters’ might originally have been consensual, it’s probably not a good idea to try to renegotiate those now, either.

Oh dear. I think this Chuck sounds a bit overbearing, don’t you? Maybe you should have a word.

It’s silly to think she’s denied you a last orgasm. I mean, you had a last orgasm already, right?

It’s good to do things together, as a family.

Secret admirer

Oh darling, before we start playing – here’s something you’ll
like.

You have a secret admirer!
No, really. You know those photos
of you tied to the bed that we posted to the blog, ages ago? Well, there’s this woman – at least she
claims to be a woman – who runs a blog where she posts captioned photos and
stories and stuff. And she’s used a lot
of your pictures – oh, in at least 15 posts now.

It’s a bit different from our domestic discipline blog –
much heavier and darker stuff. Like
castration, torture, snuff – that kind of thing. She’s really clever, though – you wouldn’t
believe some of the creative ways she has you killed, in some of the
stories. There’s one where you have your
eyes pecked out by a trained crow, and then you die of starvation after being
led into a pit by her voice. And there’s
another where you’re nailed to a board, and then she hangs it up on the wall and masturbates looking up at you dying.

Yeah, I know. Well I did say it was quite dark, didn’t I? I don’t think I found a single story in which
you managed to keep your balls by the end, for example. It’s amazing how many different ways she
knows to remove them. The crow features in one of those too – she’s photoshopped it into one of the pictures of you. It’s rather good, actually – you’d really think there was a bird between your legs. She doesn’t try to show any actual action, of course, that would just look fake. But it’s pretty menacing, especially once you know what happens in the rest of the story.

I’ll give you the address and you can have a look for yourself. It’s called Boymeat, or something like that.

How did I find it? Oh, I don’t know. Just playing around on the Internet. There’s so much weird stuff around, isn’t there?

Anyway, someone out there thinks you’re really sexy! Pretty exciting, huh? Maybe I should be jealous of her!

If it really is a her.

You ready now? I
thought we might try a little teasing tonight.

Turning points number eleventy-six

…well, I can’t remember if it’s exactly the eleventy-sixth in the series, but it’s certainly something like that. Yay! Turning points! Captioned images that – unusually for a blog about femdom – do not depict femdom situations. Not yet, anyway.

Just click on ‘turning points’ in the wordcloud thingy over there if you want more of this. Or on something else if you don’t. Clicking “Other world kingdom” for example, will take you to captioned images of situations that are rather unambiguously femdom. Clicking on ‘giant wooden dildo’ will take you to the only caption I have done featuring a giant wooden dildo. That kind of thing.

My philosophy

Fundamentally, I am rather lazy, as my Significant Other will confirm. As She’s not here just now*, I thought today that rather than bother to write any captions myself, I would let others do so – freely and shamelessly borrowing from the world’s greatest philosophical thinkers (and Craig Silvey, whoever the hell he is but he has a great quote).

I must be a very bad man, then, because I desire it desperately.

*You won’t tell Her, will you?

If it is there it is here – but not vice-versa

A few weeks back, several of you were kind enough to comment on a post of mine asking advice about publicising this blog. I have now set up a Tumblr version of the blog, at http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/.

Many thanks especially to Total Discord and an anonymous commenter who suggested doing this.

However, if you’re reading this here there is little point in going there. I have set up automatically to update when I post to this blog, but Tumblr requires that posts are categorised as photos, text and so on. So a mixed post of this sort does not go up. I have the automatic update set to ‘photo’ so every time I post here the first captioned image will be on Tumblr, but nothing else: not the other images and no text. A story using photos (like the recent Anne in Space) will be rather incomprehensible, as it would just consist of an uncaptioned picture of Anne wearing a spacesuit. Which is very nice, obviously – almost as nice as Anne not wearing a spacesuit – but not really what I intended. I’ll also queue up some old captions, posted here long ago, to keep the Tumblr ticking over. But anyway, there will be nothing there that has not already been posted here, so you’re in the right place already! Well done, you.

On with the show:

Very wise precaution.

Isn’t it just? Fast Show reference, obviously, for UK viewers.
No? I’ll get me coat…

Leave the back door open and lock the front. That’s what my mother always used to say, anyway.

Oooh – exciting! I wonder what she’s planning for those crucial last few seconds? (Actually, of course, I already know but let’s just say I don’t want to ruin the surprise).