

Oh, if there is one Lady I’d love to see again, it is Lady Sophia Black. She lit our lives up like a, like a… hmm… comet? No, something brighter. Like a flamethrower, then retired too soon, too too soon.




Oh, if there is one Lady I’d love to see again, it is Lady Sophia Black. She lit our lives up like a, like a… hmm… comet? No, something brighter. Like a flamethrower, then retired too soon, too too soon.
This lovely lady is Maitresse Blanche, based just outside Paris, whose medical skills have from time to time been employed in trying to sort out the many, many things that are wrong with Servitor.
… and hear me squeak.
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I’m not allowed to look my SO in the eye under any circumstances, so for that (and other) reasons this situation never arises for me. |
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Loving brutal domination… that hits the sweet spot (repeatedly, raising welts and leaving it throbbing and sore). |
Hard to understand atheists who say there’s no such thing as a divine being, in a world on which Mistress Eleise walks among us.
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I wouldn’t mind but it’s seven floors up and the male lift (‘elevator’, Americans but you knew that right?) has been out of action all week. |
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It’s odd how often I find myself begging my SO for mercy, when begging her for brutal and gleeful ferocity would be so much more likely to succeed. |
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There’s really no need for males to learn mathematical techniques beyond basic counting and thanking. I often even get that wrong, to be honest. |
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If its something you’re already good at, then maybe you should try that 10,000 hours technique, you know? That’s all you need to become really expert. |
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It’ll be good practice for when he’s released to forage for himself. |
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Aitor might make a bit of a mess later too, so thank goodness you’re around. |
… that’s what most men need.
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She’s getting mixed signals here. Fortunately, the ones she’s giving are entirely consistent. |
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Thank goodness for that. |
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My own SO avoids this problem by only fucking guys who despise me. Fortunately, that doesn’t restrict her freedom of action at all. |
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Honestly, given the choice between fucking her and fucking you, it’s hard to see how anyone could prefer not to play it straight. But some guys have weird sexual preferences. I’ve heard. |
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Actually, I have a funny story about a pair of masturbation gloves and some nettles. Well… it was funny at the time, anyway. For her. |
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Don’t worry. One day you’ll no longer be a valuable asset. |
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You can still walk away. For that to happen, you’ll need a degree of conscious control over your limbs, so you might need to wait a few moments. |
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Some might find it bizarre that he’s the one paying her, really, but we don’t, do we? |
The extraordinarily wonderful Lady Sophia Black. But no link to her web site, as she’s retired. Like Paltego said a couple of weeks ago, you mustn’t leave it too late – see what you miss out on?
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I’m beginning to think she might be taking in laundry from her friends, to earn a little money on the side, the sly old thing. |
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Sorry, readers, I couldn’t resist. Well… I could have. But I didn’t. |
Rather tediously, just a quick word about anonymity. I’m getting more and more comments on the blog, which is absolutely brilliant, and I do try to reply to them all. Blogger provides an option for whether to allow anonymous comments and with some trepidation I switched it on some years back and I have not regretted it. Almost all comments are fun and kind, I have very, very few trolls and the occasional marketing blurb that escapes the spam filters can easily be deleted (or left up if I think it funny).
So, all good. But it’s getting harder to reply to all of the anonymous comments as specifically as I’d like. You are of course welcome to be as anonymous as you want. Our society is at present sadly unappreciative of males who need to be dressed in little maid outfits and have their naughty bottoms smacked until they squeal (actually, most if not all males need that, but the majority don’t know it yet). However, if you could try to be just a little less anonymous, that would make the comments section more fun, I think. Two options. One: you can set up a Google account in a fake name. I mean, I myself am not actually called ‘Servitor’ in real life, startlingly enough. I have a completely separate Windows log-in for naughty stuff and that’s where Servitor lives, when he’s not chained up in the doghouse outside. Two, if you’re uncomfortable with that you can still be officially ‘Anonymous’ but put some name at the bottom of your comments. Misses Zoe and Holly do that, so do many others. Even femsup can manage it, and he’s a worthless, incompetent worm, as I think he’d be the first to admit. No offence, ‘sup.
Or don’t. Up to you. I won’t delete purely anonymous comments and I’ll keep trying to reply to them. So there are neither rewards nor consequences for good behaviour in this regard, as this blog is not under proper female supervision. Just a suggestion.
Goodness, that was a lot of words with no wanking material involved. And there you are, sitting all ready with your trousers down around your ankles. Go on, then, have an extra captioned image of a lovely lady, as a reward for getting this far.
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Quite right. Back to those chores. |
The ladies of my ever-unpopular Downton Domination series may appear to live lives of idle luxury. But it would be a grave error to mistake requiescence for acquiescence, as I’m sure you’ll agree as soon as you’ve looked up what it means. When Hitler and his gang of thugs made that mistake in 1939, these lionesses answered their country’s call. Spunk, not funk, was the order of the day. They did their bit and this blog is proud to remember Downton Domination’s finest hours.
Not forgetting our gallant and indefatigable allies, of course. What? No, not the bloody yanks you damn fool!
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I suppose it’s polite to ask, but really she should just make herself at home. |
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He looks pretty trustworthy to me. You’ll be fine. Just think about something else for 20 minutes. |
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No, she’s not particular. Well…she is, obviously. Just not about that sort of thing. |
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She’s definitely going to go down there and check he’s OK, though. There’s just something she needs to do first, that’s all. |
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She’s trying to play it cool, but I think we all know she’s wildly turned on by the whole scene. |
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Glad sissy found a way to keep busy, to take her mind off the situation. |
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Yes: literally ‘any’. What would you like him to do next? |
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Let’s hope he doesn’t react violently, but if he does let’s at least be grateful that no one important will get hurt. |