lady in red – Contemplating the divine

Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins

Ah, the Bible is such a great source of vaguely pervy-sounding quotes. As are the collected works of Leopold Sacher-Masoch, for that matter. I just take inspiration from where I can get it.

There’ll be other opportunities. I’m sure all that worrying won’t go to waste.

I’m proud to say that I’ve never paid for sex in my life. Quite the oppposite, if anything.

She could ask you to finish the story for her, but she doesn’t want to embarass you unduly on the first day of your married life together.

Any male visitors suggesting their holy book is a modern fake will be scourged severely. But then, all male visitors get scourged severely anyway, so…

Her rule is that you can specify any limits you like in the email but if it’s NOT in the email, it’s fair game. And she’s a lot more creative than most of her clients, so she manages to have plenty of fun whatever the constraints.

He should be reassured: Anya’s something of an expert on testicular damage.

Inflexible

She is, so you’d better be bendy for her.

Don’t worry, there’s plenty of other ways to show your submission. And even when you’re not doing anything specifically to show it, it’ll still be there.

But they can draw comfort from the fact that she’ll be cozy and warm upstairs.

Many people think competitive ballbusting’s hardest on the men but they don’t actually need any skills, and their active careers in the sport are much, much shorter.

At the end of their meal, they’re invited to give feedback by pressing a happy or sad face. If the sad face is pressed too often, though, the battery needs recharging as apparently that uses up a lot of electricity.

Yes, odd how many people make that mistake. Being hit hard and repeatedly with a stick is the worst part, as anyone who’s actually experienced it can attest. That’s kinda the point.

Females dressed as maids… wooo, too kinky for me.

Regular ~~masturbators~~ readers will recognise Miss Zoe Paige, formerly Strict Miss Zoe, one of the loveliest, sweetest yet also hardest-spanking ladies across whose laps Servitor has had the privilege of writhing.

Weak, pliant, ridiculous…

Aren’t we, though? Leopold Sacher Masoch said that and he was right about a lot of things.

Sorry – did you just ask about facial recognition? Do you really think she wants to bend down and… oh, that’s just perverted. We don’t want that sort of thing round here, thank you very much.

Don’t worry, she makes sure he sheds the excess pounds after the tournament. She has a special dietary regime called ‘chained up with no food’. It works a treat.

All those pretty dresses and they just want to wear jeans? Oh well, a lap is a lap, when you’re lying across it, I suppose.

They’re planning a big party at the weekend – over thirty guests. They dropped round to ask if she minded, and of course she said it was absolutely fine. Should be a fun evening.

She’s never had a problem motivating her students; in fact it’s the part of the job she enojoys the most.

My SO’s the same… even if it causes her mild discomfort, there are no lengths she won’t go to to ensure that any lessons I need to learn are soundly beaten in. So touching… it makes me cry.

But only if she says you can

Consent is so important in femdom, don’t you agree? So many men in the scene just don’t get that: but the way I see it, if you’re down on your knees and you want to get up but she doesn’t give her explicit consent, then that’s an absolute no-no. No ifs, no buts, no pleading. So what if your knees are hurting? Women have a right to decide what to do with their own males and that’s that.

Keep calm. It’s probably just one of those deals in which they remain attached to you but they’re ‘technically’ hers, you know? To kick and crush whenever she likes. Anyway, you might win. The King’s got to be the most powerful piece, right? And you’ve still got that.

If you think about it, it’s actually quite arrogant for a human male to think he deserves better treatment than a ‘real’ dog. I mean, dogs are quite intelligent, so if anything it should be the other way around.

Actually, one of the guys with a beard just behind her is wearing women’s slacks* under his shorts, so it’s not just you.

Just another stunningly beautiful woman (Nata Lee), lounging around in red lingerie until she gets cross and decides it’s time to put you over her lap and smack your bottom until you cry. Contemplating the Divine… because ‘real life’ is over-rated.

Of course the normal guys don’t pay anything like as much for making the mess as you have to to clean it up. But then if life was fair I guess we wouldn’t have femdom.

Anya’s a lot more relaxed and open about her AFM past then many A-listers. No names but if you happen to own a copy of April 2013, there’s a certain Hollywood megastar actress who’d pay a lot to get hold of it and remove it, permanently… or would pay someone else a lot to do the same to you.

I’m not a crossdresser (not by choice, anyway) but this actress’s understanding but ever so slightly amused expression is just perfect, don’t you think?

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring

Except the ladies here, and my SO, of course.

It’s only women who know when men have had enough, weirdly enough. They say things like “No more pizza, darling, you’ve had quite enough!” or “No, darling: back over the chair; you haven’t had nearly enough, yet.” I don’t know how we’d manage on our own.

It occasionally makes little clicky noises, but she doesn’t mind.

The redoubtable, talented piano player, Mistress Vixen, there.

She wants each and every one of the boys in her class to succeed to the very best of his abilities, and she has the teaching skills and determination to make sure they do.

He did, but he had to take it back and get a better one. Ah… lovely to see a young couple learning all about one another: what they like, what they hate…

Would have made an even more enjoyable movie. I saw adverts for a film about schoolgirls being mean and I thought they wasted much of the opportunity. Although I would say, on balance, I found it quite ‘fetch’.

Scarlet ladies

Come on – don’t hold back. If you’ve thought of… oh five or six bad things you might have done, just tell her all of them. What’s the harm? Couples *should* share things, so they learn to understand each other better.

No loss, really. You’d look silly on a golf course in your little dress, cap and apron, anyway.

Just for the avoidance of doubt: you should also do that if you *don’t* want to eat straw, now she’s said it.

Don’t worry, it’s not like she can control your thoughts. Just make sure you never express or act upon them, without permission.

Treasure did a convincing job of looking terrified. See if you can do the same when you wake up and they come back and start playing with you. They’ll appreciate that.

Strict confidence

Oh, it could have been any little thing, really. Husbands bruise up so easily. My SO’s stopped worrying about it.

If you were complaining to yourself about how annoyingly vanilla they were being, when you’d really wanted a heavy pain session, then today you’re in for a treat.

Eugh, she’s in danger of leaving that old chewing gum smeared across the hotel sheet. I hope she knows a method for cleaning that off.

No, you don’t want the wrong size. Remember: the right size is ‘ridiculously, embarassingly short’.

The other guy thought it was her and is therefore currently undergoing a bit of a psychological life-crisis.

Sometimes with these big stars, you just have to humour them. Like when Gal Gadot arrives on set and all the males present have to bow down and kiss the floor in front of her. I mean, probably most of them *would* anyway, but it ‘s actually in her contract, so…

Well-managed relationships

Oh – a CtD post on a Thursday! Hmm, you say. Must be an extra, because Servitor is celebrating the blog’s fifteenth anniversary. And certainly not because silly Servitor messed up the dates in scheduling the posts and thought 29 January was a Friday and noticed too late to delete it, as Sam had already commented. No no no no no… So, yeah, an extra post, because Friday’s post ~~hurriedly recscheduled from later in February~~ will obviously come out as normal tomorrow.

They say the secret of a successful relationship is mutual respect. Which just goes to show how little ‘they’ know. She says the secret of a successful relationship is tyranny and fear and I really can’t disagree with her on that.

Findommes… the unsung heroines of the consumer economy.

It’s funny, back when I was dating, two of the girls I – OK, OK *both* of the girls I slept with – rated my perfomance as the ‘worst fuck in human history’. Which doesn’t strike me as being right, as one of those fucks must have been worse than the other. Of course, I’m using ‘sleep’ as a euphemism – I never actually ‘slept’ with them, if you know what I mean: they threw me out. But not before I’d had my eighteen seconds of passion!

He didn’t wonder why she was constructing a prison cell in the cellar? Ah, love makes one blind. So does masturbation, ‘they’ say, although my SO says red-hot needles are actually more effective.

I wonder… have any subs who’ve been in this situation ever been tempted to stop brushing for just a moment, turn the hairbrush round and administer a sharp, stinging… I mean, I’m not saying I have, of course! Just to be clear, ahem. But it’s like – or I *imagine* it *would* be like – that feeling you get standing on the edge of a cliff, you know? That you could just… jump. Only a lot more dangerous than that, obviously.

Ah, Gigi Allens. A lady with plenty of inches and strong hips to back them up.

Yes, what a touching story. I like to imagine that every time she sees them sparkle, she’s reminded of how she has lots of other lovely necklaces too. Long-time readers will of course be well aware that my visions of the future show that in her political career, President Annie will re-orient male vocational training towards traditional, manly, backbreaking labour or domestic tasks, so really the college fund was no loss.

While humble subbies washed her socks

It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.