Despicable

Despicable: capable of being despised.

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

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




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




OWK prison stay caption hello Google
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.

 



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




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




Female supremacy politics
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.)



Dont pout for your domina
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.
 
 




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




Fedom snuff oh dearie me
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?
 
 




Femdom carpet beater too
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.
 




Dommes day out
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. 



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



WW2 femdom
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.



Evil schoolgirl part 88
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.

Well heeled

They are, and so am I when they let me get close.

Still, he got his money’s worth.


Adventurous femdom wife
Goodness.  This looks as if it’s about to get very adventurous.  Positively kinky.


Other world kingdom
I can only ‘take’ a few strokes, I’m ashamed to say.  Fortunately what she can ‘give’ is what actually matters.


Sex with cuckold
Hey – you can be her girlfriend, though, right?  All the fun and none of that complicated sex stuff?


There.  I told you it would be all right.

Teenage kicks right through the night

Great song, terrible idea if you have to get up and go to work the next day.


Humiliatrix cheerleader
Like, totally.


Spiked chastity ouch
Oooh. Four, I think.  Yes.  Four.  But strangely, there’s another eight I never reach. I wonder what they’re for?


Actually you do kiss on both cheeks too.  That’s the next bit, after she turns round.


Lesbian disdain
I’m beginning to think that bloody die is loaded.  But she wouldn’t do that to me.  Would she?


Don’t forget to tell her that joke.  You know – the one you found on the Internet to show her how witty you are.


The unfairer sex

Oh dear.  You don’t think they’ll tell the other girls in the office do you?


Actually, he’s in for a nice surprise in a couple of months.  She’s going to come in, first thing in the morning, and remove the chain completely.  Only as an April fool’s joke, mind, but for a few hours he’ll be happy.


Castration self-help
I’ve never believed in all that star-sign nonsense.  Although, my own horoscope last week just said “Nothing but pain and humiliation.  Loser”.  Do you think there might be something in it, after all?


maintenance caning
Poor thing, she looks exhausted.  I wonder what she’s been doing?


Humiliating girl talk
Be nice.  You’ll probably be left to her in your wife’s will.

The deal

Not for the first time, I found myself writing a ‘caption’ that’s so long it could barely fit onto the Sistine Chapel ceiling (and, to be honest, might not be entirely appropriate there), so instead of putting it in 6 point type, here it is, unlocked and free to dangle, as it were.

Actually, this one’s a bit serious, not a joke.  Very strong fantasy for me.  Hope I haven’t ruined it by writing it down.


And it’s called ‘The Deal’.





The
deal’?  Well, I thought I’d been
perfectly clear.  I can run through it
once more, I suppose.

I
am a professional governess and lifestyle counsellor.  I specialise in taking charge of supposedly
grown men like you, who have never grown up.

I
will set you homework every week and punish you if it is not done to my
satisfaction.  At weekends, you will come
here and do chores before breakfast, then you will sit in a classroom under my
supervision.  You will go to bed by 8.30.

I
will lock your penis away so you can’t indulge your filthy habits.  And I will fill the time you save by setting
you punishment lines to write, and making you stand for hours in a naughty corner in your
apartment, monitored by a camera feed via your computer.

 
I will take control. You will go on a strict diet, and will
exercise to my specifications daily.  You will keep your apartment spotlessly
clean, to a rota I will provide.  TV and Internet time will be severely rationed, and you will not be
permitted to watch anything inappropriate.  I will control your spending, by
monitoring your bank accounts, and you will be expected to keep records of
everything, and account for every penny so I can make sure you are not
frittering your money away.  Any purchases over £25 will need pre-approval. You
will bring me your performance evaluations from work, and we will discuss ways
in which you can apply yourself more effectively in your career.

And I will beat you every time I am in the slightest degree dissatisfied
with your perfomance.  I will use the strap and the tawse on your
palms.  I will beat your thighs and calves with a heavy leather belt.  And whenever I am
still not satisfied that you have learnt your lesson, I will cane you.  There is
an old-fashioned whipping block in my study, and I will strap you tightly over
it and I will flog you with this cane until I am satisfied that you have learnt
your lesson.  You will scream, and struggle, and beg and plead and you will
cry.  All boys do.  But the straps are strong and so is my will.

You
will dread the ringtone of the mobile phone that is only for my use, to call
you with instructions.  You will dread
the journey to my house on a Friday evening. 
You will squirm in fear as I look over your homework and your
lines.  You will shake when you are
waiting outside my study for the call to enter and to face your
punishment.  Even in your lonely bed at
home, you will wake in a cold sweat, from a nightmare in which you imagine me
displeased with you.

You
will obey me.  You will work for me.  You will scream in pain, or endure hours of tedium, as I dictate.  You will hate the pain, and the
discomfort and the sexual frustration, the misery and the terror.  Above all, you will hate this cane and
you will fear what I can do to you with it. 
Every waking moment.

That is ‘the deal’.

Oh
– and one more thing.  You will pay me
for the privilege.

You
may now leave, or you may choose to sign the contract and we will begin.


But I would walk 500 miles

And I will walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door


da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dah tah, da da dum dum tiddly um dum tiddly um



da da – oh, sorry.  Just singing with my headphones on.  But the lyric is kind of on-topic.   And so are these:



Even a cricket bat can be a penis whip.  You just have to try.





Wow.  Sounds that like a pretty happy marriage to me.


Bleak and depressing captioned images of female domination.  You only get it here.  Hi! I’m servitor.





Do you think he knew?  I think he knew. 




Too small to satisfy anyone…