non-consensual BDSM oh my – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Not now, John

I’d forgotten this had femdommy bits – mildly suggestive only, I guess, and with that very special 80s pop video fuzziness, but I actually find that nostalgically erotic.*

Anyway, on with the 21st-century nonsense.

I always find a good beating really brings an apology home. And a bad beating, still more so.

It would be very odd to be the sort of guy who visits a sex worker who doesn’t tell him off and treat him with contempt and disdain. A bit limiting, I’ve always thought.

Might be time for that safeword, actually. Now what was it. Pretty sure it wasn’t ‘mmph’, sadly for him.

She hates ironing, loves whipping. That’s why this happening.

There’s a splendid phrase in British english “Face like a slapped arse”. I think that’s one problem I don’t have – I have a face like a slapped face and an arse like a slapped arse. When I’ve been lucky.

*I once caught the first 1 minute of “The Dominatrix sleeps tonight” on a BBC 2 pop programme, when I was, I dunno, sixteen or something. Oh. My. God. Then they stopped playing it. Noooooo!!! For years afterwards, every time I watched a music programme, or a bit of MTV when visiting somewhere (we didn’t have it), there was a little glow of hope I might see it again, or see more of it. Never did until the Internet came along and then I was more jaded, of course.

Freddie’s back

If you like Contemplating the Divine* then you will certainly have loved Freddie’s Tales.** You, therefore, like me, will have been devasted when Freddie’s Tales disappeared from one day to the next. Also like me, therefore***, you will be absolutely delighted that Freddie is back, with a new blog and no doubt just raring to produce more of those fabulous Beetle books.

So get yourself over to Freddie’s new blog. I – hey come back! I didn’t mean now. Read the captions below first, moron. That’s what you came here for, right? Men… I dunno.

My SO and I have been experimenting with pre-signed suicide notes. It’s a kind of next-level thing, you know? Edgy, I know, but it works for us.

I think I can give her 110%.

Sounds like you are actually going to be discussing it… at length. But not until you’re safely married.

Consent seems to be a theme of this post. That’s because it’s so important. My SO always insists that I consent to everything she does to me.

Thank goodness they no longer hunt foxes. That was so cruel.

* And if you don’t like Contemplating the Divine what the fuck are you doing here? Are you some kind of weird masochist or something? Freak.

** Except the Femsub bits, obviously. One day, I hope young Freddie will meet a lady who will set him right about the suitability of that sort of material.

*** Writing this, I realise how uncannily similar we are, you and I. We laugh at the same things, cry together – we should get a drink some time, yeah?

NC NSFW and NTBTS

… 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?

She says…

… now baby just you shut your mouth.

Not complaining. It’s just that I usually make it through the first three minutes without one, that’s all.

Try to be reasonable. She is. She sees good in everyone actually – a rare gift.

Obviously, it’s all perfectly consensual. She asked for her husband to be beaten. And she’s got a safeword – you know, just in case it goes too far.

My SO and I are actually playing what I’m fairly sure is the longest game of tease and denial ever right now. We started on our wedding night and it’s just amazing. I tried calling the Guinness Book of Records people but they said it didn’t count because I am such a sad little loser.

Downton domination. More of these to come.

Pet sounds

Let’s hope she’s not trying for a multiple orgasm today.

If they do a good job, she’ll probably want to buy the monthly pass. Works out a lot cheaper.

Hi Belinda. You know, about pain play… I’ve been thinking.

And then he has to sow the wheat but after that he can take a bit of a rest until harvest time. Apart from practicing for the competition at the Country Fair, obviously.

Oh dear. I hope she’s not too disappointed.

Consent, given freely

OK, deep breath. Now, I suspect that for 98% or so of you this warning and disclaimer is not necessary but the Internet is a big place and most of the readers here are male, so the average IQ isn’t so high… and I do just occasionally worry that someone might misinterpret (or, in true Internet outrage style, get offended on behalf of someone else who might misinterpret etc etc etc) what is posted here.

So… just to be clear, this blog is basically intended to be funny in a slightly surreeal manner as well as sexy, even if it often fails to be either. Got it? It is not intended to be realistic or a guide to safe BDSM play. Or complicated ropework or the politics of BDSM, just like the disclaimers say, OK?

If this information is in any way new to you… if you’ve previously taken the posts here to be an accurate depiction of aspects of the BDSM scene, then I’d suggest the following. Firstly, don’t read the captions below. Secondly, contact a domme, book a session. In my experience They are all really, really nice and understanding, OK? Nothing to worry about. You’ll have a great time. Anyway, tell Her you’d like a humiliation session, maybe school-based, in which She berates you for being such a dumb idiot, calls you a moron, all that kind of thing, OK? Mistress and very stupid slave play, basically. Because – and it’s just a guess here – I think you’d be really, really good at that.

Rest of you still here? Jolly good. It’s a themed post today – read them in order.

The basic theme today, by the way, was somewhat inspired by the wonderful work of Miss Irene Clearmont. Very few femdom books are worth actually buying on Amazon (hey – great name!). Hers are, in my humbled opinion.

She’s often inclined to borrow somebody’s dreams till tomorrow

You’ll lose your mind and play.

Obviously, I don’t approve for one moment of non-consensual BDSM play. I’ve made that very clear to my SO, and She in turn has explained that she doesn’t give a fuck what I think. So we have an understanding.

It’s not going to be like having actual sex, of course. There won’t be all that “What the fuck? Already? Is that it?” business at the end, for one thing.

I’m very suggestive.

What’s the vibrator got that I haven’t, I’d like to know?

He’s probably feeling very relaxed already, knowing he’s in such safe hands.