femdom – Page 165 – Contemplating the divine

My unfair lady

All I want is a boy somewhere
Far away from the city square
Tied down across a chair –
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Lots of choc’lates for me to eat,
Whip in hand for his own hot treat.
Thrashed arse, he’ll beg at feet
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Aow, so loverly…

Standin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still.
Scared to move, so the pail don’t spill;
His pleading, high and shrill,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Someone restin’ across my knee,
Warm an’ tender as ‘e can be.
Who’s scared to death of me,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Loverly!

Loverly.

Loverly!

Loverly….

Those eyes. I could just drown in those eyes, couldn’t you?

Huh. Brad! It’s been ‘Brad this’ and ‘Brad that’ ever since he arrived. Frankly, I am seriously considering giving him notice. It’s not as if we need a pool boy anyway, not having a pool.

It’s funny to think, really, that you’re just about the only man she encounters most days who isn’t begging at her feet for mercy! You probably help her keep a sense of perspective – and that’s very important, for someone with a job they really love.

If you like Cruella, you’ll probably love The British Institution. I do. Both.

Damn… I was really looking forward to November.

Actually, most chastity belts are massively over-engineered. What might feel like irresistible pressure really hardly puts it under strain at all. I mean, steel’s pretty tough. So don’t worry, OK?

The future’s bright – just not for you

More captioned images of female domination, of course.

As I’ve mentioned before: Space 1999 Devil Planet episode. See it, if you haven’t already.

Actually, most humiliatrices are kind and gently supportive, out of session. Just not with useless losers like you. Asshole.

The remarkable Lexi Sindel.

Still, on the bright side it should make sticking to her weight loss targets easier.

(The lovely Lady Heather, of course)

I think any really lasting relationship should be based on fear, don’t you?

Oh dear. You know, in these circumstances, the gentlemanly thing to do is just let her leave. And don’t even think of asking for your money back.

Post-orgasm

Lots of people say that they love the post-orgasm state best of all. I’m not sure about that. I’ve been in a post-orgasm state since Day 2 of my marriage, and I have to say, it’s not doing a lot for me. My wife says I should give it more time, though, and she’s usually right about these things. And everything else.

On we go:

I don’t know about you, but I always find I come up with a snappy answer to that sort of question just a few minutes later, when it’s really too late.

Actually, quite a lot of the boys have burn marks, in all sorts of places, so the mistake’s understandable. Still – what a nuisance, eh?

Young people have these wild enthusiasms. When she bought it, she thought she’d be making waffles every day, but soon enough it was left in the bottom of the cupboard, forgotten and unwanted.

Women! So forgetful. It’s a good thing they’ve got us to look after them, isn’t it?

Contempt. Many pro-dommes try to conceal it, but ladies – if you’re ever visited by Servitor, feel free to tell me exactly what you think of this forty seven year-old client…

Too much mercy… often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second

A quote there from Agatha Christie. Sounds like my kind of lady!

On we go…

Amusingly, sometimes out there they lose all feeling because of the cold. No matter how many welts and bruises are inflicted – they don’t feel a thing! And it’s so funny then, when they’re brought back inside and warmed up.

Rather thoughtless of Karen, I must say. No wonder she’s on her fourth marriage already.

Plenty of time overnight to think about what you’re going to say about this in the morning. Sleep well.

I think a little extra tribute next time might be in order, mmm?

I once went on this date, with a girl who just kept on telling me how inadequate I was compared to ‘Karl’. It was awful – all, ‘Karl has a bigger cock’ and ‘Karl doesn’t have any problems getting hard’. Honestly, I don’t know who was the more embarassed; me or him.

Boundaries

Another one that was just too long (ironically, enough, given the theme) for a caption.

…and I was thinking it would make things easier for both of
us, you see? Because I know how
frustrated you get, locked up in that thing,
So if you only have half as many balls, you ‘ll probably only want to
come half as often. And it’s better for
me too, because I won’t have to keep unlocking you every few months.

The penectomy? Well
that’s just cosmetic. I just thought we
could get you tidied up down there.
Make it a lot shorter.

Well, sure, I know I’ve always said it’s too short already. But I mean it is too short for penetration and
stuff like that. But you’re never going
to need it for that again, so we might as well cut it back a bit.

How much? How much of what?

Oh, I see. Well, as long as there’s enough there for you
to grab on to when I unlock it, I suppose. An
inch…maybe a bit more?

No, not an inch
off, silly. An inch left.

Hmmm?

Well, that’s why I’m talking to you about it. Our contract’s very clear that I can’t have
you castrated without consent. I meant
it then and I meant it now. I’d like you
to do this willingly, I really would. I
know it’s better for both of us.

Oh.

OK. Well, I’m sorry
you feel that way about it. I really
am. Maybe if you think about it a bit
longer, we can…?

Uh huh. Well, if you’re
going to be like that I guess there’s nothing more to talk about.

Only, I have been thinking about it, you see. And I’ve been reading that contract we
signed. And I think you’ll find it
defines ‘castration’ as removal of the slave husband’s balls. Plural.
Not ball – balls. And it says
nothing about your cock, just that I can’t subject you to anything that removes
your ability to function sexually, without consent.

And with your one ball, and your one-inch cock (and after
that little tantrum, you can forget about getting anything more than an inch,
buster!), your little messing can still happen.
Whenever I decide it’s OK.

So, I’m afraid this is going to have to be one of those
things that the mistress decides and the slave husband just has to accept. And I’ve already made the booking and paid a
deposit anyway.

Hmmm? Oh, Wednesday I
think. Or was it Thursday? Bring me my diary – it’s in the hall.

He is contented thy poor drudge to be…

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

No want of conscience hold it that I call

Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.

…and about to become rather an exciting one!
On the left, Domina Heelena and on the right, Mistress Arella. Sisters, I believe. And in the middle, down below, you.

Don’t worry. If you don’t have time to finish them all by your next visit, I’m sure she won’t mind at all.
This is Domina Liza, in case you are feeling adventurous or very, very guilty.

Mmmm…breathplay. Shame it has to end, really.

Oh go on. Wives always love it when their husbands take an interest in their hobbies.

These magnificent creatures are from Planet Femdom. And so are the ladies.

Cruel and usual punishment

Don’t you think it’s odd? That men who say they regard women as superior, also believe that being treated like women is humiliating? Isn’t that weird? I mean I feel like that. And I’m not weird. Odd, like I said.

I don’t really believe in horoscopes anyway. “You will visit a pro-domme, and be made to dance to k-pop wearing a pink tutu while Mistress and her friend laugh at you, and then make you eat cold courgettes with curry powder.” I mean, it’s just generic stuff that could apply to everyone, right?

It’s a good thing we like being treated with contempt, nicht wahr?

You’d better read the whole thing through, because I’m sure she’ll have got ‘minuscule’ wrong, and she usually forgets there are two ‘p’s in ‘disappointing’.

Actually, you don’t really even have to ask. If she hasn’t already bought it for you, you probably don’t really need it, do you?

Spring break

Finally, Spring is here and not before time! About this time in the very first year of my marriage, my wife shyly confessed that she’s always fancied the idea of going on spring break – a week of hedonism and sex by the sea. I was a bit reluctant at first, but as usual, she got her way.

It’s become quite an annual routine in our marriage – and it does give me a chance to give the house a really good spring cleaning while she’s away.

Argh! Don’t you just know that in a few hour’s time, a really good answer to that question will just pop into your head! But by then it’ll be much too late. Always the way, isn’t it? This is the awesome Mistress Vixen, of course.

Well? Come on! As she’s made such an effort to look nice, and someone’s died horribly as a result, I think the least you can do is pay her a little compliment on her appearance? Hmm?

Yes, femdom medical play can be a bit unimaginative. The other day, my Significant Other broke my arm,and when I joked that this was a perfect time for medical play, I was up in the harness having a rectal examination before I knew it! And when I said I didn’t think it was working, she broke my other arm! Dommes, eh? Gotta love ’em.
(Mistresses Sidonia von Bork and Nina Birch of the English Mansion. They might not be able to cure you, but they’ll certainly have a go.)

Brno’s not that far. A couple of hours, at most. It can be a bit hard to find a locksmith at the weekend, though.
Image from OWK and quite possibly Mistress Karma, although I’m not sure I could swear to that, even under torture.

Ah, the joys of summer.

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.