femdom – Page 165 – Contemplating the divine

Holy terror

Pray for mercy…but maybe not just yet.

…and heaven help you if they don’t add up to 48.

Don’t worry, though – she retains some rights. If they want to cause any permanent physical damage, they have to seek her permission first – and you’ll be allowed to beg her for mercy.

Let’s hope she doesn’t stay cross for long.

I don’t know about you, but I’m always forgetting my permit. It makes my wife so cross – you know, she said then next time I get put in the pound, I can just stay there for a week or two as far as she’s concerned! She is funny…

Don’t forget to tell her how fabulous you think she looks, and give her a kiss for good luck, before you go back to your lonely little apartment and switch on the computer.

School bullying

Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life part 2 (of rather too many).

I guess it won’t surprise regular readers of this blog to learn that I was bullied at school. It was rather traumatic actually, still something I can’t really face properly when I look back upon it. There was this gang of older girls at break-time, and they’d take my lunch money, and beat me up, and pull my trousers down and spank me… and all sorts of frankly quite sexual humiliations. Then one day they refused to take the lunch money any more, so it all had to stop. They never told me why, never told me what had changed. A heartbreaking moment.

SNIFF!

OK, on with the therapy.

You’d think that having biology teacher as their test subject would have helped, but he never made one useful suggestion the whole time. Just cried, and pleaded – that sort of thing. Very disappointing.

They later got married! True story.

Oooo! Do you think they’re planning some sort of surprise for him? What fun!

I used to find these big decisions really difficult, so it’s great not being allowed to take them any more.

A new femdom fetish meme: dommes feeling humiliated. Really, you don’t want to stand too close to one.

Little things that make her laugh

Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life (Part 1 of rather too many).

I have to say, it was very disappointing, on my first date with Alice, that she not only laughed at my manhood, she pulled out a ruler and insisted on measuring it, right then and there. I just think that was a bit unnecessary, you know, especially on a first date like that. And quite apart from the humiliation it caused me, I think it was pretty unfair to spoil the evening for all those other diners. I still haven’t been back to that restaurant.

Ah well. On with more of this:

Ahhh. Isn’t that sweet?

Well, she doesn’t always bother to tell him about it, not the detailed causes anyway. She’s just looking to share the pain, not for any suggestions he could come up with. It’s a Mars/Venus thing, you know?

Let’s hope she doesn’t go home with someone this time, as the nights can get pretty uncomfortable. As long as no one at the club tries to pick her up, you should be all right, though.,

My mother always used to say that, when I was growing up. And when I discovered girls, in my teens, I understood what she meant.

Well, that’s very kind of her, isn’t it? Very understanding. Not like Alice. Remember Alice? It’s a blog post about Alice…

Hidden new post

Blogger took down one of my early postings, because of copyright violation, but as I don’t know which picture was the naughty one, I’ve created a completely new posting with five new captioned errr…images of female domination (obviously). I need a posting there, because this is the one all the search engines seem to find.

So – go here for today’s indulgences.

Oh – and here’s a pretty picture, so we still look good in links lists:

Divine retribution

Do not seek to question it.

It’s funny how you sometimes feel let down after a birthday, don’t you think? As if there should have been more to it, somehow? Oh well – there’s always next year. In you go.

Yes, let’s get it sorted.

Still am, I’m afraid to say. Ow!

And she’s used to getting what she wants.

Easy to confuse the two. Wouldn’t it be awful, though, if you visited a beautiful young professional lady for an intensive CBT session, then found yourself spending the next two hours putting positive feelings into practice?

Despicable

Despicable: capable of being despised.

Capable? I pay for the privilege. Hi – I’m Servitor!

Captioned images of female domination (what else?) follow.

Ah, now, you can say what you like about Miss Taylor, but – oh, hang on. No you can’t.

The phrases “thank you mistress” and “piss off you evil cow” can sound very similar to the untrained ear, too, so do be careful. Well worth studying before your visit, although if like me you do find yourself accidentally in for seven months hard labour, you’ll probably pick a few words up.

Doesn’t she look sweet? I’m sure she hates having to do all those horrible things to you.

I’m still quite sore from the last discussion we had to be honest.

Oh no. I hate political chat. They’re just going to sit around all night, discussing supremacist theory, local council elections, castration methods for rapists – that kind of thing. I’d go out and leave them to it, but I’m grounded for the next month.

Love and marriage

That?

Oh
yes, I’d forgotten you haven’t been here since I had that put in. Don’t you recognise it? It’s George – you know, my husband! Well, what’s left of him.

Oh
yes, he’s still my husband. We’re just
waiting for the divorce papers to come through.
That’s why I had him fixed there, to remind me.

It
is clever, isn’t it? Yes, they were able
to amputate the arms and legs all the way up to the joints. Because I was afraid that they’d leave little
stumps or something, and he’d be able to waggle them a bit. Wouldn’t that be disgusting? But no, they’ve done it very neatly. Just a torso.
Perfect.

No,
he can’t move his neck either. The
doctors attached a steel bar running right down his spine, you see, and it goes
all the way into his skull. He can’t
move nod or turn his head at all – not even a millimetre. And his jaw’s wired up, of course. Sorry about the silly little grin, but they
needed to keep it a little open, for feeding purposes. But they removed his teeth and his tongue, of
course. And his vocal chords.

Hmmm? Oh trust you to notice that! Yes, I did decide to leave them on. Of course, I was really tempted to have him
castrated – they even said I could do it myself. But I thought it might be more fun if they
were still there, you know? I do enjoy
playing with them, after all. It’s
amazing how well they’ve lasted really, after all I’ve done to them. They can take a lot more punishment than you
think, actually. I’ve even set them on
fire a few times, but there are still some nerve endings left. Look – I’ll show you. There!
See how his breathing gets much faster when I push this pin into
it? And then if I wiggle it about I –
yes, you see? Plenty of nerve endings
still.

Oh
yes, I don’t think I’ll keep him much after the divorce papers come
through. Should be any day now. And then
maybe I’ll just stop feeding and watering him – and put him outside by the
trash. Unless you’d like to…? No? I
just thought I’d offer, seeing as the two of you were an item back in college,
that’s all. No problem: I’ll deal with
it.

Yes,
he can still use his eyes. Apart from
his lungs, I suppose they’re the only other muscles he can still move. See – look at how he’s watching us? Oh – isn’t that sweet? He’s crying.
He seemed to have stopped doing that a few weeks back, but maybe seeing
you reminds him of his old life or something.
Maybe he thinks you’ll save him?
Hard to know what he’s thinking really.
But I do like him still to be able to see me, so I know he’s thinking
about what I’m doing to him. I’ll
probably put them out before I finally get rid of him, of course.

Hmmm?

Oh
clever you! No, I suppose he doesn’t
need both eyes. I hadn’t thought of
that! Why don’t we do one of them right
now? I don’t suppose you have a
cigarette on you, do you? You do? Oh wonderful – that’ll be perfect. I gave up just over a year ago, you
know. But maybe I could…I mean just one
wouldn’t hurt, would it? And then maybe
we could both stub them out at the same time.
Shall we do the right or the left, do you think?

Mmmm…. Oh god, this is wonderful. I’d forgotten how much I loved smoking. You shouldn’t have let me have it, you
naughty girl! Oh never mind,
though. Mmmm….lovely. Well, when I finish this one, I’ll stub it
out, and that’ll be that.

I think the left one…don’t you?

It’s
funny, you know. He always disapproved
of my smoking. He was so pleased when I
gave up. Said watching me stub the last
one out was the best day of his life.
Didn’t you, darling? Well, you’ll
certainly be watching very closely when I stub this one out. Very closely indeed…

Beneath her gaze

…it’s where I like to be.

(I’ve made a small change to the blog, making it wider (less blank space on the left, more room for larger pictures. It works on my computer and on IE, but let me know if it doesn’t work for you. I’ve made the pictures larger in a few of the posts below, and of course for all future ones, but I’m not going to go back over older posts, so in some of them the pictures look a bit small and lonely. Still, you can’t have everything, as I am reminded on a daily basis.)

So, now you know. Don’t pout after a beating. Oh – and no smug little smiles either, you know how she hates that. Just try to keep those rules in mind.

As if it wasn’t already embarassing enough being the only man at a lesbian wedding.

Try to think calm thoughts. Getting all panicky and upset at the thought of imminent brain damage or death just doesn’t help anyone, OK?

Actually, she’s going to hang it from the same rack as the tawse, the paddle and the cane anyway, so there’s a bit of a clue right there.

Of course, the dogs are trained just to restrain the quarry, not to hurt him. They seize his trouser legs hard, and they hold on until the ladies arrive at the scene. Only then – and only when given the word – will they go for his throat.

Humiliation session

Leather clad domina thinking about her tea and he mum.

You want me to humiliate you? Tell you about the contempt I feel for you? All right.

Well, for a start, of course, the only reason I’m even
talking to you is because you’re paying.
Actually, I’m hoping to get a job in marketing, but it’s really
difficult at the moment, and I’ve got huge student debts, so I have to make
ends meet by fulfilling the fantasies of fat old perverts like you. So, don’t think for a second I really like
doing this, OK?

I’m sitting here wearing this ridiculous get-up because I’m
hoping it’ll turn you on, but I wish I hadn’t done it up so tight, as it’s
really digging in under my armpits. So
later I’m planning to make a show of locking you in a cage and cruelly leaving
you, so I can go off and loosen it a bit, maybe take this fucking collar off
too. I hate wearing all this pervy shit,
and it’s all so badly made – starts coming apart after a couple of
sessions. But it excites you, and I need
the money.

Then I’ll pretend to hit you a bit with this thing, but I
won’t really hit you because I know you don’t really like it. I’ll just tap you enough to leave a few
marks, and you’ll make a big fuss. And
then I’ll make you clean my shoes with your tongue, which you’ll do for hours
and hours – I fucking HATE that and I’ll have to try to think about something
else to stop myself screaming with boredom.

Fortunately, soon after that I’ll ‘force you’ to wank, and
then I’ll pretend to like you and be all friendly as you hurriedly
pull your clothes back on. And then
you’ll finally fuck off, and I can get into some normal clothes again and have
a cup of tea or something a bit stronger to wind down. Oh – and I’ll throw your present away,
because I get about twenty boxes of fucking chocolates each week, and I have to
watch my diet because – unlike you – I actually have to look sexually
attractive. Or I might give them to my
mum, when I meet her later, because –

What’s that? Too much
humiliation?

Oh sorry. I’m still a
bit new to this.

Right then…err…you little WORM! I think you need some time in my CAGE! Oh yes, it’s the cage for you! It’ll give you some time to think about
what’s coming to you, when I bend you over the trestle for a taste of my
CROP! That’s if I come back at all. I might just leave you there for EVER!

Into the cage! NOW, you
disgusting little MAGGOT!

The crying game

It’s her favourite. But she can tell when I’m faking.

Femdom doctor and evil experiments oh my

The important think about science is that experiments should be repeatable. So, they’ve done this experiment nineteen times now, and the boy’s head goes ‘pop’ every single time! Proper science, that is.

It’s all Paul”s fault. I don’t know why Yvonne lets him get away with it.

If they look really closely, they just might begin to develop doubts about the authenticity of those stone walls. But then, they were never very bright even before being subjected to all of this.

I can’t decide which I find more attractive: young ladies being cruel when I deserve it (as in the scenario here, if you can be bothered to read the whole thing) or young ladies being cruel when I don’t.

That anal hook will be mine.