lady in red – Contemplating the divine

A harsh Mistress

Another science fiction special. I have a lot of unpublished captions for SF themes… also a lot for the Jane Austen style historical ones (that’s next Sunday – sorry, I know you don’t get to see a lot of tit and bum in those, but you don’t make the rules, maggot). It’s almost as if I’m avoiding the present day, as being something depressing or alarming… can’t imagine why.

Anyway, several tales of a brighter, if crueller, tomorrow.

The robot-looking ones are feeling particularly foolish – or would be if they could – having discovered they are entirely superflous to the conquest and enslavement of humanity. Well… the less intelligent half of it, anyway; they were planning to leave the other half alone as too scary to mess with.

Wow… that’s a scary thought. Imagine having to find your own food, instead of having it spooned out into your bowl by a kind owner.

Being tied up in the lassoo or truth, he can’t really protest that he isn’t a pervert. By the way: apparently, the lasso doesn’t force you to speak… but if you say nothing, you’d remain tied up by Lynda Carter forever. How awful that would be… unimaginable.

One advantage of defaulting to severe humiliation femdom play is there’ll be no awkwardness when she needs to regurgitate that food.

When she discovers there’s no female actually in charge, the solution will be obvious to her. Thank goodness.

I’ve done quite a few of these, just click on the science fiction tag. The guy making these calls seems to have had a hand in making almost all of the most significant genre movies of the past fifty years – quite an achievement.

OKINMPK

(Our Kink Is Not Most People’s Kink).

More posts to remind us all how desperately dull life would be were it vanilla-flavoured.

The lady kindly helping her slave overcome his irrational fear of water, through his entirely rational fear of her, is the divine Heather.

…and while we are on the subject of divine favour, the fabulously beautiful goddess to the right is not Goddess Sophia (who is wonderful) but the also wonderful but sadly retired Lady Sophia Black.

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

Let’s go, girls.

She’s been working recently on trying get tears just right… the way they catch the light and sparkle as they drip down a screaming sitter’s cheeks can be so hard to capture, but she’s determined to nail it.

The process of booking her does involve almost as much subterfuge, of calling anonymous phone numbers when you reach a certain location, as a first visit to a domme, though.

Remarkably, the premium Net Nanny service continues to work even if you’re never allowed to access the Internet again. Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime lifestyle choice.

A teachable moment with Annie is a thing to be treasured.

Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling

It’s a very rewarding relationship. But there can also be penalties.

She hasn’t completely forgiven him you understand. The topic *will* come up again… but that’s enough for one day.

A bit thoughtless of Suzie, I’d say, leaving her gimp chained up for her friends to look after. She could have got one of those autofeeder things and saved them a lot of trouble. Or just a really big bucket for the food mixture.

Then you can get on with making dinner. They’re going to be hungry, I expect.

I never know anything. Wouldn’t particularly want to, if I were there… I could just be.

…and an extra one, which I wrote in a particularly worshipful mood.

… although actually that’s not true (like many things on this blog), because obviously in session you can get away with calling her ‘Mistress’. Which was just as well for me, as I’d always assumed it was some variant of ‘El-ee-ssa’. I was granted the extraordinary privilege of visiting Mistress Eleise three or four times about ten years ago and I never did realise I was saying her name wrong in my head until I heard her say it in a video, quite recently. Fortunately, I never committed the unforgiveable sin of mispronouncing her name out loud, to her very feet (oh, those feet…). Not that it got me out of the slappings (and the mocking… oh, that mocking!) I so thoroughly deserved.

I’m crashing cymbals in outer space

More science fiction: tales of terror, flesh-eating alien monsters, savage alternative realities and more… anything to relieve the moronic awfulness of this so-called ‘real world’.

You might protest that it’s only been a few weeks since the last science fiction special. And, unusually, assuming you’re a male, you’d be right. But (1) no one cares about your opinion, loser and (2) it’s Mistress Toyah’s birthday and that’s her lyric I’m using as a title so there you go. She wants to be free. I don’t.

Don’t worry, they’re very careful. They’ve even got a sign above the sink, warning people not to pour anything away that might acceidentally cause the destruction of the patriarchal order, so it’s all good.

I’ve heard Emilybots’ programming does not permit them to tie up or spank their owners, nor to order them around. Or at least ‘not yet’ so maybe there’s an update due? I do wish they wouldn’t release unfinished products like that.

Sometimes it’s best just to let women work their anger out, rather than apologising straight away.

Then you can get straight to work building that new society – hard work, but you’ll soon learn how to find joy in even the most backbreaking toil, knowing that it’s in service to a good cause.

Females are amazing… nurturing new life inside themselves. We males can only hope to be lucky enough to be accorded a minor role in that mysterious and beautiful process.

I quite liked Battlestar Galactica but there were some long, boring sequences featuring space battles and suchlike in which Ms Helfer did not appear, that I thought reflected poor judgement on the writers’ part. Fortunately, then the dominatrix movie happened, my brain melted down, and after that all previous memories are a bit hazy (and frankly, not much missed).

Pervertiveness training

See? There may be things Sven’s better at doing than you are (her, for instance) but can he do a wiggle-waggle bunny-dance? With all the actions? I think not. That big swinging dick of his would probably knock over a coffee table or something, I’m sure it would be an utter embarassment anyway.

In any event, she didn’t specify *which* hour of shock collar play she meant… it might be an hour later today, or even in a few months’ time. Women aren’t as literal-minded and linear in their thinking about these things. Anyway, whatever she ends up doing, she is determined it’s going to be mutually agreed with his explicit – enthusiastic, even – consent, so that’s all right.

Remember, though, when she clicks her fingers that *other* way, it doesn’t mean that. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.

They’re actually missing out: their friend Kayla has been paid for years to come along to these sessions and never does.

AI has a long way to go. It still tends to think human rights apply to males – and equally annoyingly, it *still* gets the number of fingers wrong way too often.

Her spankee wouldn’t be demeaned either (de-manned, maybe, but that’s different). It would be an honour.

You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy

John Calvin said that, kinky little slut that he was.

I hope that isn’t real fur. It’s cruel, you know.

Oh, I hate sissy play-dates, don’t you? Sometimes I’d rather just be left at home, chained up on the back porch. But my preferences don’t enter into it.

I don’t see what isn’t sexy about any of that.

He should take her seriously. Very, very seriously.

You could ask. What’s the worst that can happen?

So this is what makes life divine

Fairy tales… yes, more fairy tales. But there’s a theme today. See if you can guess what it is.

No prizes, of course, for spotting the theme (any who didn’t, please go and book a session with a suitably severe lady to be beaten for stupidity). All fairy tales should feature breathtakingly beautiful princesses, wicked queens, clever heroines and evil and sadistic villains – how much simpler the author’s task when all of those are combined in one, wonderful, elegant and… well, divine form.

Art is born of humiliation

And so is unoriginal, mediocre crap like this.

Adapting your behaviour’s really easy. In fact, if you just go with the flow, she’ll adapt it for you. [P.S. Don’t you love her t-shirt? I wrote the caption, for which the image was already perfect, before I’d noticed it.]

There are many things he’d like her to do. He’s learnt to cope with disappointment, though.

One fact-checking organisation did give *Contemplating The Divine* a 7% rating for truthful reliability, but that was focused on a few posts in which I’d exposed and deprecated my own sexual and other inadequacies… a more representative selection of posts would probably put it about 1%… maybe 2.

You could say no…. even to Sven. But imagine that disappointed face, hmmm?

The most important part of the session – handing over the tribute – went without a hitch, so anything else is best regarded as an extra.

Her predictions usually come to pass. She’s brutally honest with them, too: doesn’t hold back from giving bad news.

This image (and associated Femme Fatale movie) is of a truly historic event, in featuring Mistress Eleise de Lacy and Lady Sophia Black together. Two of the most beautiful, talented and creative dommes ever. Servitor has had the extraordinary honour of serving both wonderful ladies in person, but never together… that, I think, would have made my head and probably several other body parts explode.