femdom – Page 159 – Contemplating the divine

Coming out

A lot of people live secret lives, hiding their true selves away, fearful of mocking and misunderstandings. I’ve certainly done that for decades – decades too long, I would say. Well, I’ve made a momentous decision for the new year. I’m going to speak in public about what I truly feel in private. I’m going to – not ‘admit’ because that implies wrongdoing – but celebrate my sexuality. I’m going to share this first with you – the loyal readers of this blog.

Out loud and out proud.

Here we go…

(deep breath)

I, Servitor, have a sexual fetish. I get sexually aroused by thoughts of sexually dominant women, controlling, punishing and humiliating me. I am, in short, a sexual ‘submissive’.

There. That feels so much better! No doubt I’ll lose many readers of this blog, shocked at the nature of these revelations – but it’s their loss and not mine. I’d like to thank those readers broadminded enough to keep on reading. You know my secret now – and that’s a sacred trust. I know I can rely on you, even though I have not the slightest idea who any of you are.

Actually, I thought for a moment they were the punishment gloves. Or the other punishment gloves.

It does seem rather odd that I (for example) am not allowed on the furniture but I do still get to choose the Government.

Puppy play! In my youth I liked puppy play. Sadly, now it’s ‘tired old dog being dragged around slowly on aching knees under threat of a whipping’ play.

Oh. I think I have a lot of bad habits that I might need some help with, you know.

You know, there’s really nothing like a chastity belt for putting ladies at their ease with you. It takes away all that nonsense about being male, or a potential sexual partner, and allows you to just be yourself.

When the godesses wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

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.

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.

Boyfriends! The curse of the sissy sub’s life. Still, I suppose someone has to play the football.

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.

Ah, the majesty of the legal system.

“Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought.

Frankly, Mistress, spank me

The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.

The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry

No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Onward, with feeling:

I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest. All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they? It must be true – the Internet sez so.

Keeps you fit. Very good for your health. Until she reaches five, anyway.

One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise.

The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever.

Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet.

Enthralled

enthrall (v.)

also enthral “to hold in mental or moral bondage,” 1570s, from en- (1) “make, put in” + thrall. Literal sense is from 1610s.

Kinky etymology. You only get it here. Don’t you?

I think she should allow them more food, don’t you?

$More mathematical domination$

Math is hard. So’s she.

She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway.

Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm.

She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em.

Special pleading

…it’s her favourite sort.

It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned!

I take it no one in my audience will fail to recognise these as the magnificent Eleise de Lacy and Domina Lisa, here in a Femme Fatale Films production?

Thought not – you bunch of perverts.

I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that.

This is from Planet Femdom. I have loads of stills from this shoot – it’s great, don’t you think? He’s so small! She’s so tall! Brilliant! I’m just going to keep on putting essentially the same caption on all of them. Love it!

And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that.

Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her.

Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules….

But when you are tied to your mother’s apron…

As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.

Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place.

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.

Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything.

I suspect ‘we’ will.

I hope so too.

Famous for more than 15 minutes

Oh hey! How are
you! Wow, I guess I haven’t seen you
since –

Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?

Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –

– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!

I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.

You’re even an internet meme. Pretty cool, huh?

Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”

Didn’t you realise that was you? “Needy fucked up loser”. That’s you! You’re a star.

Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!

Where are you going?
Hey come back!

Oh don’t be a spoilsport! I just wanna… I –

Hey!

I have trainers in my bag!
And I went running this morning.
You want me to – ?

That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.

That’s better.

OK, we’ll start with you kneeling down there. No, there. That’s right.

Look up at the camera, honey. No – don’t dry your eyes. And now up at the bag where the trainers are…that’s
right. How much do you want them? Hmm?
How much? Show me how much you
want them. Because you won’t get them
unless I see those tears flow, asshole.

That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.

I said “Tell me your name, is it Sweet?”, she said “My boy, it’s Dagger.”

Oh yeah.

I think it’s rather special that she dressed up for the occasion.

By the way – don’t be fooled by that ‘the last hour’ into thinking this was some sort of brutal day-long beating! No, no – it was only just over an hour. He started screaming desperately for mercy just a few minutes into it, that’s all, when he hit his limit, and then there was about an hour before she stopped. I mean – they’re not that cruel at OWK, for goodness’ sake.

Source is fairly obviously the Other World Kingdom, and this is the magnificant Madame Katarina.

Maybe his Mistress will put up posters or something. Maybe not.

Source is the delightful Men are Slaves. Yes. Yes, we are.

You never know. Their victim might actually have been responsible for Amelia Earheart’s disappearance. Wouldn’t that be something! You see, lawyers always say that in court you should never ask a witness you don’t know the answer to already, but torture’s not like that. You can just go where it takes you, you know?

The source for this is a song I don’t like at all from a band I’d never heard of called White Flame. The video’s pretty good, if you turn the sound off, ignore the band members and just concentrate on the ladies above.

Somehow, I think you might get to know Debbie quite well.

Performance Review

Today’s post is all about human resources and employee evaluation procedures! Oh yes. Pretty exciting huh? Much better than pictures of nekkid ladies*.

In keeping with this blog’s desire to break new ground in femdom porn, I am posting a performance evaluation form from a company I’ve come across (if you’ll pardon the expression).

Anyway, it’s from a company with a very similar name and management style to FemmeFatale Films, but without the same degree of copyright infringement involved in my misusung their logo.

Let’s start with a nice picture, so it’s the divine Goddess Heather rather than my silly old forms that appear in links to the post:

Here’s the performance evaluation form. You might find it hard to read, especially if like me you’re suffering from eyesight degradation due to excessive unauthorised masturbation, but if you click each page, it should come up nice and big and zoomable.

Performance management shouldn’t be a one-way street. It’s not all about the manager telling you what to do, you know! No, no – a good performance review is interactive. You should beg, and plead for forgiveness – preferably while kneeling. Crying is a good way of showing you’ve learnt something from the feedback, too.

…and some more pics of performance evaluation in action:

Hmmm… She’s reading all of your co-workers’ evaluations. Well, the ones whose opinions matter, anyway – the ladies. But you don’t have anything to worry about? Right?

Now this lady looks like she’s going to be giving you a really thorough, intensive feedback session. Learning opportunities ahead!

It’s surprising how effective some quite simple management techniques can be. Just writing out ‘Lazy employees get the cane from Ms de Lacy’ 500 times can lead to a measureable improvement in employee attitude, and of course the caning itself then helps to ‘bed that learning down’.

497… 498… 499…

…and now the employee is actively benefiting from a coaching session. See, all the management books say it’s best for feedback to be immediate, specific and really, really painful.

The three Ladies who featured in this particularly silly post were, from the top, Goddess Heather, Mistress Anna Regent and Mistress Eleise de Lacy, all of whom feature on FemmeFatale Films. As do many others including my Lady, Sophia Black! It’s a wonderful site – well worth taking a look.

But I wouldn’t recommend working there.

* Astute readers of the blog ,might have noticed that it doesn’t actually feature nekkid ladies at all. I know my place.

I grant I never saw a goddess go…

…My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she
belied with false compare.

She walks upon the ground it’s true, but also into my dreams. Ahhh.

Really, men get so obsessive about this sort of thing.

It’s good to have choices. Eat it, don’t eat it. Up to you.

I’ve noticed she seems to stay cross for longer, these days.

Actually, the Ladies always cook too much food at Christmas, and they end up having to throw at least half of it away. But it doesn’t get wasted – they just feed it to the pigs.

The person is political.

And, just for Another Anonymous:

See? It’s worth commenting in this blog. You get stuff.