Full of grace

Whipping the plumber
Isn’t she beautiful?  The man at the back there is very unlucky to be positioned so as not to be able to see her.  But I think he can feel her presence, don’t you?

Captioned femdom image of disparagement
Disparaging with faint praise.

Dominatrix likes it when you beg
If she loves tears, I expect she’ll be in for a treat later when she gets going.

Contemplating the divine goes into reruns
The reference is to a captioned image in this earlier post.
I could have just linked to the Lexi image.  But I really love that one I did of the wife with the computer, so I wanted to give it a further airing.
Incidentally, I understand the image above is itself a trick.  It’s not immediately obvious, but the slave is not really suspended, but lying on the ground.  The athletic Ms Christine is hanging upside down, and the whole image is inverted.  Amazing but true.
Ohh…no it isn’t.  Sorry.  Silly mood today.  Look, here’s a picture of a naked woman,  people seem to like those:

Man stakes everything to become lesbian lover, fails
Must be nice to get out of that nasty belt too.  Lucky boy.  Well, not really a boy.  You know.

..and forgive not our trespasses

…but chastise us as we deserve.  My own personal sinful trespass is scribbling rude thoughts across pictures of elegant dominant ladies.  Or to spell it out for those dim search engines: captioned pictures of female domination.  Here we go.

Dominatrix with whip considers mercy - rejects ir
A powerful-looking lady, from Cruella from long ago.


Very sexy lady says that youre just not big enough
When I see pictures of ladies this beautiful, I find it quite impossible to understand why any women are heterosexual.  But it’s easy to understand why we men need to be kept under lock and key.





Sexy air hostess with a feisty attitude
And the toilets are fitted with masturbation detectors, so don’t even think about it.

 


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Another powerful looking lady (look at that strong right arm), in a very serious environment.  Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me I have done something exceptionally bad lately, and I need to be punished.

 

Dominatrix prefers you to keep silent with a ball gag
Something tells me I might have quite strong opinions about some of the things she wants to do.  So a ball gag is definitely the best treatment.




Fiction: Crossed wires

“So this is your latest project?” Alice asked with interest, gazing at the nervous-looking man standing naked before them.  “I don’t see anything unusual.”
“Turn around boy!” Serena barked.
The man slowly shuffled through a 180 degree turn and Serena pointed to a small scar on the back of his neck.
“That’s the only outward sign.  Not very impressive, I know.  But the real change is inside.  Back against the wall and hands up to the shackles!”
The man unhappily turned back around, stepped back against the wall and raised his hands up to the rings fastened there.
Serena stepped forward and started hooking his steel cuffs onto the rings, securing his hands neatly in place.
“Oh please, Mistress…” he began to mumble, tears rising in his eyes.
Serena briskly hit him across the face and he fell silent.
“I’m sorry about that” she said, glancing at Alice.  “There aren’t that many boys who’ve had the op and they haven’t all adjusted to their new lives yet, so they can get a bit impertinent.  But I don’t want to gag him, or we’ll miss all the fun.”
She completed the arrangements by passing straps around his waist and knees, preventing any significant movement except at his extremeties.  Then she stepped back with satisfaction.
“There” she said, indicating the man’s genitals with the tip of her riding crop.  “That’s the area of interest.”
Alice looked down.  It certainly was.  The penis lay there, pink fleshy and untouched, hanging over a pair of balls that looked full and ready for action without being swollen.  This was most unusual.  She couldn’t remember ever having seen one of her friend’s slaves with such untouched organs before.  Usually they were locked in steel devices, or increasingly these days kept on display in the glass cabinet in Serena’s bedroom, removed for safekeeping from their earlier attachment.  At the very least, they were usually covered in burn or stretch marks as a result of her friend’s little experiments.  In one memorable case, the slave’s penis and tongue had been swapped around (see previous Serena story here), while in another Serena had artfully induced the scrotal sac to grow to almost three feet in length, forcing the unfortunate slave to drag his testicles along the ground as he walked (she loved to put him in boots, blindfold him, spin him around and watch him tread on his own balls).  But these genitals were pristine.
“Goodness, it’s hot in here” Serena murmured slyly and took off her top.
Alice looked with approval at her friend’s newly exposed body, the breasts cupped in a lacy bra.  She felt stirrings of desire, both at the thought of completing Serena’s disrobing later and also at what was certain to be a most unpleasant experience that her friend had planned for the man sweating before them.  She looked again at his penis and noted that it was swelling slightly.  The man was grimacing, and trying desperately to look at the ceiling.
Serena giggled and reached forward.  “Pretty little things” she said happily, and to Alice’s amazement she reached forward and gently stroked the top of the growing pink organ, running the tip of her finger from its base slowly down to the quivering head.  This was extraordinary.  Generally, penises that felt the touch of Serena’s fingers experienced nothing gentle, and indeed often the touch of her fingers was the second-last sensation that they ever felt.
What was still more amazing was the male’s reaction, though.  As Serena stroked, he choked off a shriek of agony, bubbling up through his lips.
“He doesn’t seem to like it very much” Alice observed.
“Yes he does” her friend replied.  “Look.  He’s an excited little boy.”  And indeed, the penis itself seemed to be enjoying the treatment.  It had reached a horizontal position.
Serena licked her fingers, then flicked them in little tickling movements against the underside of the penis.  The man howled almost as soon as she started, then choked off his shrieks as if trying desperately to master the pain.  Serena waited until he seemed to be under control, his jaw firmly clenched and shuddering with the effort.
“Look at me” she said, quietly.
The man made an obvious effort to brace himself and directed his terrified, tear-filled eyes to her cool gaze.  Serena smiled at him, and without looking down she curled her hand around the end of his penis and gave it a soft squeeze.
This seemed to be too much, and the man’s gaze instantly left hers as he threw back his head and screamed once again in agony.
Serena stepped back, leaving him panting in exhaustion.  “Do you want a go?” she asked her friend with a grin.
Alice stepped forward uncertainly. It was a while since she’d touched a penis.  In the early days of her marriage, of course, before the changes to their relationship, she had frequently had contact with David’s organ.  Indeed, even after they had settled into more of an owner and slave dynamic, she had occasionally allowed release.  But she’d gradually got out of the habit, and after she’d make clear to David that she would prefer not to be reminded (she had expressed herself quite forcefully and he seemed to have taken the point) she had almost forgotten that he had anything at all down there beneath his skirt.  In fact, she decided, she really ought to do something about that.  She made a mental note to ask Serena to bring her surgical kit the next time she came around.
Somewhat thrown by the incongruity, she reached forward and gently poked the swollen organ.  The man grunted uncomfortably.  Remembering some of the things David used to like, back in the days when he was allowed pleasure, she placed her finger and thumb lightly in  a ring around the base and softly swayed it back and forth, letting the glans smack gently against the palm of her other hand.  The penis jerked into rigidity and the man’s mouth opened in an involuntary roar of agony.
“Oh you’re so cruel!” Serena remarked playfully, watching her friend play with the straining penis.  “Look how you’re hurting him.  The poor thing.” And she leaned forward closer to the man’s sweating face, watching happily as he tried to control the screams and gasps of pain.
“But why is it hurting him?” Alice asked in puzzlement.  “I mean, I’m not even…” and her voice broke off in pleasurable contemplation of the many, many things she could do if she were trying to hurt him.
“You are activating the nerves in his genitals.” Serena replied.  Every time you stroke his penis, every time he feels a surge of excitement in his balls, tens of thousands of little nerve endings say ‘oh – yes, yes, yes!’ and they fire off signals of excitement to his brain.”
“Up his spinal cord” Alice murmured, remembering the little mark on the back of the man’s neck.
“Up his spinal cord” Serena nodded.  “And the impulses go straight into the pleasure receptors in his brain, where he experiences a lovely sense of warmth, excitement and oncoming release.”
She laughed.
“Unless they get diverted on the way.”
Alice gazed at the man’s juddering head, trying to imagine the little electrical impulses arriving inside.  “Diverted?  I see.  I suppose diverted to – “
“Every nerve in his genitals plugs straight into the part of his brain that deals with pain.” Serena remarked briskly.  “Down there they fire off signals of pleasure, but he feels them as pain.  When he’s not being stimulated, there’s a constant mild discomfort.  But if we give him a little treat – “ and here she fondled the quivering member affectionately, making the man gasp in shock “ – he experiences it as pain.”
“Every pleasurable impulse is like a punishment” Alice mused, fascinated.  “So when we stroke him, he experiences it as if we were kicking him or something.”
“Oh no, it’s much worse than that!” Serena replied sharply. “Before the operation, only a tiny fraction of those nerve endings down there were pain receptors.  Now, in effect, they all are.”
Alice reached forward again and gave the penis a gentle squeeze.  When the shrieks had died away into breathless sobbing she asked “What did that feel like, boy?”
“Like…like…oh you can’t imagine, Miss Alice” the wretched man replied.
“Of course I can’t you idiot.  That’s what I want you to tell me!” Alice snapped, wondering for the millionth time why men found it so hard to obey simple commands.
“It’s…it’s…well it’s like being gripped by a red hot iron – but it’s ice cold as well, Miss.” he stuttered, desperately.  “And spikes digging into the flesh all at the same time.  Burning hot and freezing cold spikes.  And being crushed – like clamps but over every square millimetre of the, of the…” and he broke down weeping.
Serena nodded wisely.  “Heat receptors, cold receptors, pressure and rupture receptors – all leading straight into the pain centres”, she remarked.  “He’s not just experiencing pain, he’s experiencing pain in every feeling and impulse that arrives.”
“So do his pain receptors send signals to pleasure centres?” Alice asked, wondering if he’d actually enjoy a good hard kick in the balls (she didn’t much like the thought of that).
Her friend shook her head firmly.  “They still feed into the pain centre too.  I didn’t swap them around, I spliced them.  There’s nothing going into his pleasure centres from down there now.”
“Could you feed all his nerve endings from his entire body into the pain centres?” Alice asked excitedly.
Serena turned to look at her friend affectionately, thinking how much she loved her.  “We think so much alike!  Yes, I did try that.  But I think the pain just overwhelmed them.  As soon as they woke up after the anaesthetic, one quick shriek and they died.”
“Shame” Alice said.
“Yes” her friend agreed.  “But I gave it a good go.  I tried a dozen times at least and got the same result every time.”
“Still” Alice said happily.  “This is pretty good.”
“Oh, we haven’t got to the best bit yet, have we boy?” Serena replied slyly, reaching forward and grasping the penis in her hand.  She began slowly to squeeze rhythmically, gently moving her hand up and down.
The man choked off a scream by gritting his teeth.  He was obviously trying to say something, but found it impossible to get the words out.
Serena laughed.  “I expect he’s about to beg me to let him come.  Aren’t you boy?”
Driven out of his wits (such as they were) with pain, well beyond any ability to appreciate sarcasm, the man’s head thrashed from side to side in a frantic ‘no’.  But Serena giggled and simply continued the gentle squeezing and pumping motions.
“It’s his first time” she explained.   “He’s been close to the edge, but I haven’t taken him over it yet.  The survival rate isn’t great – one in three or so.  Even when they do survive, they never really recover.  I suppose the pain is just too much, and the brain just tries to disconnect itself from reality.  The survivors are just vegetables.  I use them for spare parts.”
She was varying her movements slightly now, occasionally jerking the penis with little tweaking movements, before returning to steady pumping at a gently increasing tempo, with a firm grip.  The man was now howling desperately in pain and uncontrollable fear.
It had been a while since she had witnessed a male orgasm, Alice thought to herself with interest.  She thought of her own orgasms.  The overwhelming pleasure, the surge of excitement and relief that overwhelmed all other thoughts and feelings, all reality all experience submerged beneath the rush of pleasure.  Imagine all that as pain, she thought as she gazed in wonder into the male’s terrified, pleading eyes.
Suddenly, she realised that she was close to climax herself.  She took hold of Serena’s left hand, and pressed it firmly against herself. Her friend smiled in pleasure, and leant over to kiss her, both hands now stimulating her two companions to further heights of pleasure, and pain. Respectively.
As the two mouths locked together, two tongues urgently exploring one another, Alice felt the onrush of an uncontrollable orgasm, as the horrified yells of terror beside her told her that the man was heading in the same direction.
They came together, as Alice shrieked out – as so many times before – her love for her dear friend.  But her words could not be heard, as in the captive male beside her a hundred thousand nerve endings proclaimed their joy, only to be felt as a hundred thousand agonies.

Give us this day our daily…

…captioned images of female dominance, obviously.  What else did you come for?


Actually, it’s a little unfair using religious imagery because if you Google ‘contemplating the divine’ and similar, you get mostly religious sites.  Anyone here looking for theological discussion and staying for more than 30 seconds is going to have to recite 999 Hail Marys as penance.  And speaking of penance…

I womder what she's going to do with that whip
A wonderful Cruella photoshoot that I first saw as an impressionable teenager.  The text was very heavy indeed as I recall, involving castration.  Just look at that expression.


Femdom wife might allow release but lets not overdo it
Regular orgasm is supposed to be good for the health, so maybe she could fix on a three-month rota?



male maid scrubs the toilet probably with a wartm bottom
I admire the care and attention this male maid is giving to ‘his’ work.  Possibly a warmed bottom involved?


Goddess Lexi and Mistress Sidonia.  Now that’s a scary thought.




Captioned image of OWK ballkick - ouch
As in “Were I to make an error when trying to speak Czech, I would be kicked in the balls.”  Or “If I weren’t such a stupid pig, I wouldn’t have to be left chained outside all night.”  Conditional tense.  Very useful for reflecting on consequences.

Devotional images



Squirm in front of two lovely lesbians
Isn’t it nice to be the focus of attention by not one but two lovely ladies?





Slovakian slavonian slovenian let's call the whole thing off
Slab psiček!  (possibly)


femdom caption oh no please don't stamp on my face!
…and then thank her afterwards, of course.


Yummy muddy boots
I’ve alwsys assumed that’s a British-English phrase, but Kurt Vonnegut uses it (his critics can take a flying fuck at the mooooon!).  Oh, sorry, aren’t you here to read about etymology?


Stocks and fair shares femdom caption oh you know the rest
Maybe one weekend, if she’s feeling kind, she’ll move it so it faces outwards?  But she’s not known for feeling kind.

Fiction: the only thing worse than being locked in a chastity belt is…

“So what sort of belt are you using these days?” Amy enquired, glancing casually at the man waiting outside the café, rather weighed down with the shopping bags he was holding.
“CB6000?  Tickleberry?”
“Oh, I don’t keep him in a belt any more.” Sabrina replied.
“Ooooh!  Have you had him cut?” Amy asked with interest and some relish.
Her friend looked up at her.
“Certainly not.  Where would I kick him if there wasn’t anything left down there?”
Amy was confused.
“But I thought you didn’t allow him to come? Ever?”
“I don’t” Sabrina replied.  “It’s against my house rules and he knows it.”
She laughed, then took pity on her bemused friend.
“I’m just teasing you.  I had him fitted with a detector.  It’s a little chip that goes under his skin.  It monitors what’s going on, and reports it.”
“Reports it where?” Amy asked.
“It’s a web-based application that I can access from anywhere” her friend replied.  “Look.”
She pulled out her Blackberry, pressed a few keys, then passed it across the table.  It displayed some numbers, along with a large green rectangle labelled “flaccid” and various links to other pages.  Sabrina scrolled it down, and showed her friend the field that reported Last orgasm: 18th January 2011, 10.54.
“I can access all of the history at any time” she said, showing Amy some scrolling sets of numbers.
“And I’ve got it set up so that if he does have an orgasm, I get a text message immediately.”
“And it updates in real time?” Amy asked, enviously.
“Sure” her friend replied.  “BOY!”
The man started in shock, then scurried in past the amused looks from the other tables at his rapid response to the preremptory command.
“Sit down” Sabrina ordered, curtly, and with a worried expression on his face, he arranged the shopping bags on the floor and gingerly lowered himself into his seat.
“I’ve been telling Amy about our new approach to keeping your chastity” she said.  “How there’s really nothing to stop you getting…excited any more.  Nothing except the thought of my cane.”
She leaned over towards him, and gazed into his eyes.
“Nothing except that wicked cane…for a very…naughty…boy…” and her booted foot slowly began to caress his inner leg.
“Do you find it very frustrating?” Amy asked, her eyes wide and sympathetic.  “Only – and here she leaned forwards and smiled sympathetically.  “Only I find my man gets so very frustrated in his chastity belt.  Especially when I ask him to help me get undressed….” She eased back her top, to expose a lacy bra strap on her shoulder.  “….or to massage me with oil” she breathed.
“And you spank him too, don’t you?” Sabrina asked, innocently.
“Oh yes” Amy breathed heavily, her eyes widening.  “Yes, I spank him vigorously!  I get my hairbrush, and I put him across my thighs…” and she swivelled in her chair – “these thighs” – and she took hold of the man’s unresisting face, and directed attention down to where her thighs were visible between the top of her leather boots and the hem of her tight skirt.
Sabrina picked up the Blackberry and giggled.  “See?” she said, holding it out to her friend.
The rectangle was now bright red and contained the words “Fully erect”. In fact, the technology wasn’t really necessary for that, as the swelling was very clearly visible in the trousered lap in front of them.
Sabrina gently laid her hand on top of the straining material.  Amy noted with interest that several numbers on the Blackberry changed instantly, and a small exclamation mark began to flash.
Sabrina patted the mound gently and smiled.
“A very excited boy.  Aren’t we? Right here.”  She patted again.
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina” the unhappy man replied, hoarsely.
“Yes – very excited.”  She patted the mound again.  “But you won’t do anything about it, will you?”
“No Mistress Sabrina, it’s against the rules.”
“Whose rules?” Sabrina asked, sharply.
“Your rules, Mistress Sabrina.”
“And what happens to boys who break that particular rule?  Hmmm?” She was holding her hand flat, palm down over the bulge now, which was pushing urgently against it.
“They get the cane, Mistress Sabrina.”
“How many do you give him?” Amy asked with interest.
Sabrina smiled and nodded at the man.
“Two extra each time, Miss Amy” he replied.
“So you…?” Amy started, in puzzlement.
“He started with six” Sabrina replied, in a matter of fact way, taking her hand away from the bulge, which quivered slightly.  “And it goes up by two each time.  He’s disobeyed me nine times  since the belt came off, so now it’s 24 each time.”
Amy was impressed.  She had seen Sabrina disciplining her men on a few occasions.  24 with a cane was no joke, and would probably leave the miscreant barely able to walk.
“And it’s going to continue to go up?” she asked.
Sabrina looked a little shocked.  “Certainly not!” she replied, primly.  “It’s going to stay at 24 because he’s never going to be disobedient again.  That’s what you told me after the last beating, isn’t it boy?”
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina.”
“You finally learnt your lesson, didn’t you, when I gave you those 24?”
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina.”
Sabrina waited in silence, but something about her look conveyed menace.
“Err…thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson, Mistress Sabrina!” he gasped, hurriedly.
Sabrina looked somewhat mollified.
“But if here were to have a little…slip” she remarked, knowingly. “Or maybe even an accident…then yes we would need to take an even firmer approach to the problem.”
“What if he has an involuntary emission – in the night for example?” Amy asked.
“Still beat him” Sabrina remarked casually.  “He might be lying about it, and it’s better to be safe than sorry.  Anyway, I think the cane should start to work on his unconscious mind too.”
She smiled at the man, who was obviously trying to think calming, unsexy thoughts – a difficult task in present company.
“But you worked it out, didn’t you?  What would happen if you had…say…one slip per year.  Just one little slip in every 365 days.  In twenty years time, you’d be getting…?”
“64 each time, Mistress Sabrina” he replied, with an unhappy quaver in his voice.
“And over those twenty years, you’d have had…?”
“Nine hundred strokes, Mistress Sabrina.”
“Nine hundred strokes.” She replied with satisfaction.  “So it’s worth exercising some self-control, isn’t it?  Because if it’s – oooh,  as much  twice each year, then in 20 years time that will be…?
“One hundred and four strokes a time, and two thousand six hundred strokes over the whole time, Mistress Sabrina.” he breathed.
“That’s right” she replied with satisfaction.  “So you keep it quiet down there.  Shoo, now!”

And the unhappy looking man got up and – with some apparent difficulty – slowly walked back to his post outside the café.

Brand new crop

…of captioned images of female domination, naturally.








femdom caption with nipple clamps ouch
Actually, I’ve had this done to me and I really genuinely don’t like it.  Shudder.










Im Tanya Hyde fly me!
I think I’d go gold card pretty quickly.










Definitely not an upskirt femdom image
Of course, you didn’t look, right?










femdom wife keeps him in his place
Love standing in the corner.  Hate nipple clamps.  Love corner time.










I do like the word ‘piteously’









Captioned image of an incredibly sexy nurse
This of course is Mistress Darla Kincaid, who I think is simply stunning.









Orgasm addict
Doesn’t that look fun?  Who’d be a man, eh?



Sweetly mean

Captions of female domination, which need no introduction except that I’ve been told that without text, search engines won’t know that, so I’m writing an introduction. Search engines can’t recognise images.  Their loss.

Careful with that whip darling

Doesn’t she look graceful?  Doesn’t he look…what’s the opposite of graceful?  Some people think the sexes should be treated equally.  Isn’t that absurd?


Femdom caption with wife gently breaking the news that she is a lesbian
…and Jenny likes men even less, in case you were wondering.


femdom caption spanking men is good for them
Or you can go private, and get the cane instead.





femdom caption with nipple clamps too my godness
Again, surely an image to give pause to those who still believe in the equality of the sexes.





femdom caption owk on a quiet day
But of course he doesn’t know it’s a public holiday.  In fact, he has no idea whether it is night or day.

Fiction: Tomorrow’s World, today!

Note for all except British readers of a certain age.  ‘Tomorrow’s World’ was a popular BBC TV programme about science.  It was famous for presenting scientific breakthroughs in a relentlessly cheerful manner, painting a future of a bright shiny technological tomorrow.  I’m still waiting for my personal jetpack.  Also famous for unconvincing banter between the presenters and wobbly sets, like most British TV of the 70s and 80s.

Here’s a 70s domme to put you in the mood, then on with the story…

[Sarah] Welcome to this special edition of Tomorrow’s World, where we’ll be reporting on what might be the most significant scientific breakthrough since the theory of gravity.  Researchers at the Marie Curie centre for female science have announced a new discovery that could revolutionise the way we live, work and spend our leisure time.  Karen’s been looking into it.
[Sarah] So, Karen, what’s all the fuss about?
[Karen] Thanks Sarah.  Well, details are still a bit sketchy at the moment, but we’re beginning to hear some fascinating hints about a new technique that’s been discovered called “slavery”.
[Sarah] “Slavery”, eh?  So what does it involve?
[Karen] The technical details haven’t yet been published, but if I understand the basic principle correctly, the idea is to force male humans to work without pay, complaining or stopping for breaks.
[Sarah] Sounds wonderful if it’s true – the sort of ‘free energy’ source scientists have been seeking for years.  But how can you make men work for free?  I can’t get my husband to wash the dishes even now.  I’d love to make him a slave, but how can I?
[Karen] Well, Sarah that’s where the science comes in.  (Turns to look at the camera) There are two basic elements to the breakthrough – lust and pain.  Lust comes in because it’s been discovered that men have an area of the brain that provides a strong sexual urge to be dominated and to serve women.  In a very few men, it’s already developed but in most it is merely nascent.  The researchers at the Marie Curie Centre have found a way to stimulate it in all men, so that we can use its effects.
[Sarah] Sounds great.  But you mentioned two elements – what’s the other?
[Karen] The other is punishment.  You see, if there’s only the lust developed men want to spend the whole day looking at porn or just gently licking women’s leather boots.  Pleasant enough, but not particularly productive.  But then the researchers tried whipping these men – and things turned out very different.  Let’s hear from one of the scientists involved.  (looks off to the side)
Cut away to a confident-looking blonde woman in her early forties, wearing a lab coat.
[Scientist] Well, we had a new form of male life – slaves – and that was very exciting, but we couldn’t find a way of getting any useful work out of them.  We tried various combinations of diet and chemical stimulants, with a small degree of success but not the large-scale useful activity we were really looking for.  Then it was one of our young interns, actually, who tried thrashing one of them on the buttocks with a stick.  We were all just amazed: he was cleaning around the lab, washing up some of the test equipment and making tea without a word of complaint.
Camera pulls back to reveal a range of implements on the lab bench beside her.
[Scientist] Following that breakthrough, we conducted a rigorous and comprehensive sequence of tests on different materials – mostly leather or wood, but some plastic and metal too – lengths of material, part of the body beaten, duration of the beating and so on.  We’re still making progress, actually, getting some very exciting results with new and exotic materials.  But it’s quite clear that very acceptable results can be achieved by using a willow cane or a leather strap or whip, as long as the beating is repeated on a fairly regular basis.
A clip is briefly shown of a man being flogged briskly with a leather riding whip, dancing frantically as he dangles from his shackles and howling in pain as each stroke falls.
Back in the studio
[Sarah] Amazing.  And these materials – willow, leather and so on – they’re quite cheap and easy to obtain?
[Karen] That’s right.  In fact, most of our viewers could probably fashion something workable just from old materials they might have lying around the house.  An old leather belt, the rubber drive belt from an old washing machine, or even some nice whippy twigs from some varieties of tree will all make perfectly adequate instruments of correction, and get your house spic and span in no time.
[Karen] Sounds almost too good to be true.  But will it really change the way that we live?  What will life in the future be like, when slavery is cheap and plentiful?
Karen gets up and walks over to where a “living room of the future” has been mocked up, mostly using shaky cardboard. She stands in front of it, talking directly to the camera.
[Karen] Well, a lot of things in the future will still look much the same, but the underlying technology will be very different.
She sits down in an armchair
[Karen] Take TV, for example.  At the moment, I have to ­– and she reaches to the side for a remote control with obvious effort – reach out for a remote control, then choose one of all these many, many buttons just to switch the TV on.  But in the future, I can simply say
[Karen] “Slave!  TV!”
A naked man scurries out from behind her chair, over to the TV, switches it on and then returns to his hiding place
[Karen] And the TV automatically switches on.  And similarly, if I want to change channels or adjust the volume…
She demonstrates, calling out different options and sending the slave hurrying back and forth to adjust the TV for her convenience
[Karen] Again, it’s all done automatically – and all without leaving my seat.
[Karen] But that is not what’s really impressive about this new technology.  After all, even today TVs could come with voice recognition, which might achieve the same effect. 
Close up of her face as she frowns thoughtfully at the camera
[Karen] But could a TV with voice recognition get you a drink?  You see a slave is versatile and flexible, and this very same slave that just made the TV work just how I want it, can also fix me a drink.  I just need to give a different command – like this.
[Karen] “Slave! Gin and tonic.”
The naked man hurries over to the sideboard, and swiftly mixes the drink, then kneels before the presenter with the finished product, ice clinking gently against the sides of the glass.  She reaches for it and takes a sip.
[Karen] Hmmm (smiles at the camera).  Not bad.  But it’s not exactly how I like it.  I prefer my G&T to have just a little less tonic, and to have a slice of lime in it rather than lemon.  You see, this slave has never made me a G&T before, so he doesn’t know my preferences.  But unlike a mechanical device, he can learn, so that in future he’ll get it just how I like it.
[Karen] And this is where the really clever science comes in.  Slave!  Fetch the cane!
The man rushes off and returns to kneel before her with a long, whippy yellow cane.  Karen reaches forward with a smile and picks it up.
[Karen] Now this (flexing it through the air while smiling at the camera) is one of the canes supplied by the researchers.  But it could just as easily be an ordinary household cane, or even an unravelled coat hanger, if that’s all you can find.  Now watch how I adjust the slave, so that next time he remembers how I like my drink.
[Karen] Slave!  Bend over the chair!
The man bends over, and Karen stands up, takes two steps forward and swings the cane hard to lash across his buttocks.  He howls and shudders, but remains bent over.
Karen smiles at the camera again.  Now I‘m no expert in the use of this thing (she flexes the cane gently) .  I’ve never even used one before today, when I had about ten minutes practice during rehearsals.  But you can see there, I’ve already produced quite a nice mark, right across his buttocks.  Now what that is doing is activating the pain receptors right across all that skin and flesh underneath that red line – do you see how it’s swelling slightly, if we can get the camera in on that? – and those receptors are sending signals all the way to his brain, where his ideas about how I like my drinks are being adjusted.  And those pain receptors are still firing away even now, getting on for a minute after the stroke.  He’ll continue to be in pain from this beating for anything from a few hours to even a few days afterwards.
[Karen] But of course, I don’t need to understand all that just to use the cane.  That’s the simplicity of this new technology.  I don’t need to know the science, all I need to know is that if something isn’t quite to my liking, I can just beat this slave until it’s sorted out.  Like this.
She proceeds to add three more angry red lines to the first, then commands the slave to return the cane to its holder and to make her another drink.
[Karen] And it’s not just drinks – the same slave will clean your house, do the laundry and iron your clothes, in fact, he will do anything in his power to make your life as comfortable and convenient as possible.
The slave has returned and kneels before her proffering the new G&T, trembling slightly.  She reaches for it, and takes a sip.
[Karen] Hmmm.  Perfect.  Just the way I like it.  And later on, I might try out his culinary skills.  I’ll see if I can – she half-smiles at the camera and raises an eyebrow – whip up something tasty!
Cut back to Sarah
[Sarah] Oooh!  Now that hurts as much as the cane!  Do you think a slave could be made to write you some better jokes, Karen?
[Sarah] No, but seriously, we’ve been watching you do all these marvellous things with just a flick of that cane, and haven’t seen any use of mechanical power – no electricity, no fuel.  Is it all CO2 neutral?
Karen walks back off the domestic set to the main studio
[Karen] That’s right, Sarah.  No scarce fossil fuels used up, no harmful chemical by-products and it won’t contribute to global warming.  Slavery isn’t just a matter of convenience – it can help save the planet, too.
[Sarah] So how much can we expect slaves to do for us in the future?
[Karen] Well, Sarah, the researchers say that right now we are only just beginning to learn the possibilities of this exciting new technology.  We simply don’t yet know all of the things that slaves will be doing for us. Slavery will be all around us, it will be part of our everyday lives.  We probably won’t even think about all the slaves there working tirelessly behind the scenes.  We’ll be flicking with a whip to get things done, with no more thought than when flicking a light switch today.
[Karen] Of course, there’s some way to go yet until we really see the full potential for this technology.  For example, slave powered transport is an obvious area of research, but for now it’s probably limited to trips around town and slow-moving bulk transport. (she looks away to the side)
A short clip plays showing first, a neat little slave drawn buggy, then a larger team of slaves being whipped along a canal tow-path, pulling a barge.
[Karen] But research is continuing, and there’s a lot of commercial interest in development too.  I am sure there will be lots of exciting new things we can do with slaves that we’ll only discover as we start to use them.  I’ve been trying out some of the slaves from the science centre all day, and I can tell you I just don’t know how I ever managed without them.
[Sarah] So there we are.  Simple, yet high tech, effective and remarkably easy to use. A future of convenience and leisure, and saving the planet too!  I can’t see anyone objecting to that.
Karen smiles at her
[Karen] Well – except the slaves, I suppose!
[Sarah] Except the slaves, of course!
[Both (laughing)] Goodnight!
Lights dim and credits roll up the screen.
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