insects – Contemplating the divine

Saviours of the Universe

Sorry. Science fiction post, anyway.

Who wants to live forever? HAHAHAHAHA! Diiiive!

Sorry.

Just one female supremacist from a parallel dimension against an entire male-run planet? Her chances can’t be better than evens… 75% at best.

It is very beautiful in its own special way… her people write poetry about it. Maybe she’ll
read you some while she’s working you over with her ovipositor.

Hmm? No, no everything’s fine. Just came into the wrong room, that’s all. I suppose I might briefly have imagined seeing five figures changing into pretty young ladies from… from… something else, but obviously that didn’t really happen. Just my imagination… how silly. But how lovely you all look! What beautiful dresses! Now, if you’ll excuse me….

Yes, unfortunately maleness itself is incurable, even with their advanced technology, but most of the visible symptoms can be removed or suppressed.

The sun shines every day in this parallel world. It’s a paradise – for full citizens, anyway.

With every intention of surrendering to fifty-foot women

Oh and the pain is so sweet.

Yay, it’s another science fiction special! Yay…?

He does. He’s actually a very unpleasant human being. Believe me: I’ve known him for over 50 years.

Harsh unreality

Many women are actually very good at verbal humiliation play without even realising it, in my experience.

Don’t forget to shout out your safeword if it all gets too much. Fire ant play can be quite intense.

He reports to the Chief Prison Inspector for the region, who in turn reports to his wife – whose lover by curious chance, is the Governess of this facility. But they are all scrupulously independent.

Sookie was doing well this month: got to day 3 without any class 1 faults. That’s a record.

It might be a while – she has a very high tolerance for pain.

(Oh, and I just thought you might like to see a picture of the Prime Minister of Finland.)

Actually, speaking of politics (as fetish porn blogs so often will), the British Tory party has another opportunity to opt for the smack of firm government and elect Penny Mordaunt. Let’s hope they know what’s good for them this time.

When things are looking good there’s always complications

(but the song is actually about a car)

Don’t worry, it’s still quite fresh.

You don’t want Kitten to get cross again. Kitten has very sharp claws.

Oh well. Arguably ‘lightening the mood’ isn’t really appropriate at the start of a strict disciplinary session anyway. Better just get on with it.

She could try telling him it’s kinder this way, but that wouldn’t really be true.

No, not ‘talking it through’. I mean, she does still intend to talk it all through. But only after putting her brilliant idea into practice, when he’s in a more receptive mood.

Your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul

It’s easy to tell when someone’s smiling, even behind a medical mask.

Original sins, so to speak. Ho de ho.

Now here’s a lady with an original approach to BDSM. It might seem surprising that a bee-keeping outfit can actually be more scary than the traditional leather uniforms, but believe me: once you’ve experienced that kind of play, you’ll agree that it is.

She got accustomed to having her own way when they were all encouraged to stay in character on-set and she’s never really readjusted to the real world. Probably best to humour her. Her entourage do: that’s why they got you.

Like many guys I vividly remember the very first time I totally failed to have sex with a girl. She was rather sweet about it, actually, which in retrospect is a shame, as if she’d humiliated and mocked me, I might have got excited and been able to rise to the situation. Oh well… it was very special, anyway.

Telling me that women are superior to men

Most guys just don’t apreciate this. (Warning SFW music video utterly unrelated to femdom, yet again).

It must be awful for her, having to watch it so very frequently and often for hours at a time.

In Central and Eastern Europe, ‘BBC’ is more associated with the voice of London than with racial cuckoldry, but I understand ‘BCC’ (Big Carpathian Cock) is a thing, and so is ‘LSCMC’ (Long and Slightly Curvy Moldovan Cock), so don’t imagine they feel left out, just because they don’t have the USA’s hang-ups about race.

Sorry – I know it’s complicated for non-Europeans, with all those, like, different countries and everything. American subs planning on playing with dommes in Yoorp might benefit from some of the tips in this handy guide.

Many men wake up the day after their wedding feeling uncertain about where their new married life will take them. Harry and Martin, in contrast, have no doubts whatsoever.

Thank goodness for that. Thank her, too.

I wonder what she’s planning to do with them? As a worthless worm myself, I have no say in the matter.

This of course is the magnificent Lady Sophia Black who – in a tragedy for male worm-kind – appears to have retired from the profession, but not before she had several opportunities to grind Servitor beneath her shapely boot. If you never had the chance to visit her, I’m afraid you’ve wasted your life, and that’s that. Sorry.

It Came From Outer Space

And this is how the message ran…

She should put him in the stocks. ‘Cos the sonic doesn’t work on wood.

I believe there are still traces from which civilisation could be reconstructed, under the guidance of the Galactic Community.

I think you’re about to experience their rigorous clinical testing procedures personally

I would just like to point out that as an arachnophobe, I did not at all enjoy searching Google images for the picture on the right hand side in the background there. I suffered for my art. Now it’s your tur – oh, I did that one already, didn’t I?

I don’t really understand how anyone can be an atheist, in a world that contains Arianna Grande.

What’s that you say, blog ‘reader’? You don’t think this one fits in with the overall science fiction theme of today’s post? Oh yes, it does. You see: this is your future.

Enthralled

What a lovely word. I am her thrall.

Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about!

It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death.

I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth.

Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play.

He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office.

Heaven-sent

… and very nice too*

All the ways I could be a better husband? Wow. I think I’m going to need two days locked in the stocks, at least.

What a lot of fuss, about a routine operation. You’d think I was the first person whose tonsils she’d removed. I… hang on… didn’t I have my tonsils out when I was a teenager?

Oh, don’t worry: I’ll keep looking. I might cry a little, if that’s OK.

She insists on her tea being just the way she likes it. Also the ironing, bed corners, washing up, bookshelves, underwear drawer, bath, breakfast, ornaments, cushions, carpets, gin & tonic, shoes, lawn, floor tiles, nail polish, ….

The splendidly-named Miss Hunter, on whose wall I would love to end up as a trophy.

Many dommes find the things we submissives do disgusting. That’s why they so enjoy hitting us.

* but if anyone happens to be able to locate the scene in the British sitcom Game On (rather a lovely ‘situation’: sad male failures share flat with goddess) in which Samantha Janus rushes around putting her make-up on to this song, I’d be most grateful.

Dark-hearted commentary

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And so do hunger, cold, discomfort and terror.

It’s actually the sign of a really considerate, thoughful guy not to protest when his date decides to fuck someone else whose more attractive. Sweet guys like that are the ones that the really hot girls all want to settle down with, eventually. I’m told.

They taste much the same. Don’t wriggle quite as much while you’re waiting for permission to chew, that’s the only real difference, I find.

He has ambitions to be a Junior Housemaid’s assistant, but I suspect that’s beyond his reach. Still, one can dream.


If it’s sunny, he’d better wear a hat. Fortunately he has lots of hats: it’s almost the only kind of present he ever gets.* Everyone seems to think it’s such an original gift idea… it would be heartless to tell them – and despite everything, he’s not a bitter man.

* Thank you Iain M Banks, Use of Weapons.