fetish – Contemplating the divine

A special ‘Pervworld’ post – that’s an occasional series in which I put up captioned images that fall well below the already laughably low bar for plausibility that this blog applies, then try to justify it as being in some way knowing and ironic. See what I did there? It’s like when TV shows get to objectify women, but it’s OK because they’re really just subverting the genre.

And this intro itself is ironically mocking my own ironic use of cheesy fetish tropes to, to… OK maybe I’m over-thinking things. Not a common problem among males like myself, I’ll admit. Hmm? What’s that you say? ‘Shut up and get the fuck on with it, Servitor you annoying little prick’? Sure, happy to.

And a ‘special’. When I saw the site name on these images, I just felt that they had to feature in Pervworld. Get ready to salute the brave girls of the Special Feet Force…

Imperial, mysterious

…and in amorous array.

Lots of men get a bit nervous on their wedding days, but some have more cause for it than others.

But she is wearing everyday clothes, isn’t she?

Very weird.

Men are often not good at prioritising. She can help with that.

Actually, Julie’s not keen on putting things out of their misery. Neither of them are.

Dungeon crawlers

Many subs don’t realise how much work a good domme will put into preparing for a session. Here, the lovely Lady Jana went to all of the trouble of looking up the translation of an obscure English word – just to make sure his experience was exactly as he had specified – and all he could do afterwards was moan about it. Well, I think it was that he was moaning about, anyway.

Another ungrateful subbie. Seems to be something of a theme today. I mean, quite apart from the sexual gratification he is getting, the value of all that learning is quite literally incalculable.

Now this one at least appears to have the right attitude: asking nicely, saying please and thank you. And he has his reward, see?

Don’t worry if you find it difficult at first: the game of ‘fetch’ might appear simple, but it has hidden complexities. I’ve been playing it together with my SO almost every Sunday afternoon for years now, and I still often get it wrong – as she can readily confirm.

Which is odd, because from my own personal experience (again – and I don’t want to over-generalise, so let me emphasise this is just me): in my own relationship, ‘No’ is about the most reckless and unsafe word it is possible for me to say.

A dose of unreality

Reality. It’s a tricky concept, one I certainly often struggle with. I used to think that would hold me back in life, but it seems it’s not even a barrier to becoming President of the United States, so what do I know?

Anyway, moving on from feeble political point-scoring , I thought it might be nice for once to cast aside the usual rigorous attention to authenticity and gritty realism on which this blog has built its reputation. No: let’s ditch that obsession with verisimilitude and instead present what might be the first in a new series* : glimpses of ‘Pervworld’ in which the world actually works the way it does in femdom fantasy.

Could it be reality one day, you ask?** Who knows?***