Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
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| She must have read my mind. |
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| Someone once said that marriage is a negotiation – but I find that turns out mostly to be pleading too. |
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| It’s not a protest song. She’s just fine with things as they are. |
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| You’re probably wondering what sort of tiles Chloe and she are looking for. I’ll make sure to ask, if I see her, OK? |
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| …and the session will be held in an under-heated prefab with a leaky roof. |
I used to be sexually irresponsible, but someone has kindly taken responsibility now, so that’s all right.
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| Male chess players need to learn that being beaten at the game by a female player isn’t humiliating. Believe me, there are much more humiliating ways of being beaten by a female, if you only seek them out. |
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| I’ve never understood why dominant ladies so often like to promise me more to cry about. I don’t find it the least bit reassuring. |
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| So much to look forward to. |
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| She shouldn’t let him exploit her like that. |
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| She seems quite forceful. It’s probably just as well for Gerald that he’s only marrying one of her.* |
*NB, although this blog generally does not seek to provide advice on safe, sane and consensual BDSM, readers might want to consider the advisability of a romantic relationship with any woman who refers to them as ‘human male’.
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| Actually, she found him quite easily. She’s clever like that. |
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| Hmmm… well, I suppose it makes a change from having to deal with uncomfortably large things. |
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| I think your educational prospects just became a lot brighter. No one forgets a really committed teacher. |
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| They have separate resuscitation practice sessions, but they do that inside with the volunteer strapped to a table. One of the girls is ex-military and has done some waterboarding, so it’s all very safe. |
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| Remember: professional submission is not prostitution. He should consider himself more as a therapist, helping clients deal with feelings of anger. |
I’ve done a few posts about the thing… The thing that’s been doing its thing all this year. Anyway, thank goodness female participation in STEM subjects has been going up, because there seem to have been anti-thing vaccines invented in record time… although, to be fair, the men involved deserve some credit too, I’m sure, as the scientists probably needed a regular supply of coffee at work, and supportive hubbies back home too.
So… this may well be my last post about the thing. But we’ll see. Maybe there’ll be another thing. Whatever happens, I will be here, with a painfully contrived femdom take on the situation.
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| Lots of people are finding life very frustrating at the moment. She understands that. |
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| Some of her male patients have actually become clients, since, I understand. It just goes to show, doesn’t it? |
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| He doesn’t need to self-isolate because they already did that for him. |
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| My own domme is doing occasional sessions, despite being in tier 2. When I arrive at her dungeon, I don’t see her straight away. I strip, then I have to coat myself all over in sanitising gel, insert a thick rubber dildo gag and then climb into a thick latex bondage bag before she’ll enter the room. Then she sits about three metres away, reading a magazine, occasionally mocking me or prodding the bag with a long stick. So… no different from a session in normal times. I’m lucky. |
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| Actually, the police already know where he lives, because he’s the Chief Inspector. |
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| There’s nothing like standing in the corner with a well-smacked bottom on display to give you a sense of perspective. |
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| Her fees are reasonable. She isn’t, I’m glad to say. |
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| I tried calling the NHS helpline once, because I thought it would be a turn-on to ask a nurse all sorts of questions about the safety of enemas and how to deal with unwanted erections. The nurse I ended up speaking to was very sympathetic and started taking me through all of the details – but I must somehow have let on that I was just phoning for the sexual turn-on, so it got a bit embarassing after that. Anyway, he was very nice and we’ve agreed to meet up some time after lockdown ends, so that ended well. |
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| Sometimes a session starts badly, but I find when that happens the best thing to do is put it behind me and try to enjoy myself, anyway. |
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| Wearing a shock collar can give you a sense of perspective too… along with a lot of very unpleasant electric shocks, obviously. |
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| It is. We so easily lose sight of what’s really important in this world. |
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| Ah… the Police. They never do anything, do they? You know, a few weeks ago I filed a detailed report about how I had been kidnapped by five young blonde lesbians and they put a collar and chain on me, then dressed me in a frilly maid’s dress and made me lick their boots clean, while they kissed and cuddled each other wearing various latex and leather outfits – and do you know what? The Police said they thought I’d made it all up! |
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| No rush. You’re not going anywhere. |
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| Many men who’ve been on the course say it was a life-changing, eye-opening experience. They’re all very, very grateful. |
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| Not too much, mind. Don’t want to make it too easy. |
Lots of men don’t realise that ‘mere’ words can cause pain. There are words that I have spoken on occasion that have led to quite astonishing amounts of pain, sometimes almost immediately.
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| See: this is just the kind of thing I’m talking about. One minute you think you’re having a pleasant conversation, and…, I dunno, maybe there was something that upset her or something, but when you wake up you’re naked and gagged, upside down in a canvas sack bumping along a country road to goodness knows where… I guess it’s a Mars/Venus thing. |
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| When they next see Trevor, I expect they can ask him how the special effects wizards manage to make the torture and murder look so realistic. |
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| Thank goodness all that’s behind me. |
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| Poor thing. I expect he has no idea how much pain she’s been going through, the heartless bastard. |
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| Yeah ‘trodden’. It is a ridiculous language, actually. Perhaps Gal could give me a few Hebrew lessons. I’m sure I’d be a very conscientious student. |
Mistress Apple, there, of course and she’s right, they will.
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| Off to your mystery honeymoon destination. Exciting! |
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| My SO enjoys watching me write my name. There’s a whole bunch of forms waiting for me, as soon as I’ve finished this post. They’re all in Arabic, so I’ve no idea what they say but apparently they’re very important. |
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| Peggy pegs. |
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| People can be so cruel. Especially men. Bastards. |
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| He can explore his submisive side. Or not. It really won’t make much of a difference either way. |
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| It does, actually. But it was never very good at it, anyway, so no loss really. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry. |
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| She can track your progress with the little chip thing they insert under your skin. If she can be bothered. |
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| Damn… she’s right. Eight years I’ve been writing this blog and… oh well. |
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| Thank goodness everyone’s safe. Everyone who matters, anyway. |
… that last being ‘not to be taken seriously’. Anyone actually thinking this blog is serious in any way should erm… well, should try and take themselves out of the gene pool to be honest.*
So, here is the second installment in Servitor’s completely non-sensical, non-serious series on non-consensual BDSM play. Enjoy.
* Although in practice most of the males reading this blog are unlikely to
be contributing much to the next generation’s gene pool anyway. I
mean, no offence, guys, but have you looked in a mirror? Eugh – and that’s before you start explaining your sexual preferences to the partner who’s rapidly pulling on her clothes and thumbing for an Uber. The only pool of genes you’re going to be contributing to is that dried up stain on the floor, just beneath your computer. Sorry – but I’m only telling you this because I’m your friend, you know that, right?
