performance management – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Compliance training

He’ll do OK on personal appearance too. He looks like a cringing, terrified little worm, which is exactly how she likes it.

Don’t you just hate it when the dates of your personal appraisals at home and at work coincide?

Don’t worry, the HR people will deal with this sensitive matter appropriately, too. Perhaps you ought to drop round, thank them for resolving the matter so speedily? They’re the unsung heroines of the workplace, in my view.

Chemical castration – some say it’s a valid alternative to physical castration, but I say why not try both?

Don’t worry – I don’t mean actual ‘bears’! No bestiality in this blog, thank you very much! No, the caption is suggesting a scene in which this lady is renting out her – husband, boyfriend, stepfather, slave? – to anyone who calls and on this occasion it’s going to be a group of big, hypermasculine male hairy biker types. He is presumptively heterosexual by inclination, so the implication is that she is lying, exhibiting gratuitous cruelty to her insignificant other. OK? There – now you can enjoy the caption. Anyone confused by any of the captions in this blog is recommended to read the template post, available here.

Pitiful, really

…but it’s all I’ve got.

I once dated a girl who said she wanted me to be a stallion in the bedroom. So I got all kitted up, you know in reins and harness, and when she came into the room I handed her spurs and the riding whip and she just screamed, slapped me round the face and left. How humiliating. Happy days…

Former boyfriends… bane of my life.

The first time a domme gave me a golden shower and ordered me to lick it up, She asked me what the taste was like. I replied ‘tart’ and things got very painful, very quickly. (Non-British readers won’t get that: don’t worry about it, move on).

I took a personality test once and scored a perfect zero.

She’s lying because she knows I like the contempt. Really, she has to keep swigging at that bottle to take her mind off the hot action in front of her. Otherwise she’d be overpowered with lust, at the sight of an overweight middle-aged sub, desperately jerking away on the floor by her boots. Women just can’t resist that kind of thing.

Mistress of arts

Women, eh? You can’t just straight-out discuss something, she has to set up the whole situation just right to ‘discuss it’. Oh well. Better humour her.

That’s a very wide hole. Still, maybe there are some guys who need that. Not jealous…

Phew. That could have gone quite badly. Remember the time you bought that fur coat in the wrong shade of silver?

I wonder if in the years to come, he’ll regret not having signed more forms? After all, it’s not going to be easy to sign anything, when she’s done with him.

This of course is the sweet and kindly Mistress Jo, of Cruella and British Institution fame. She’s just a softie really.

That’s something we’ve seen a lot of this year – this contemptuous attitude to ‘experts’. She could easily double the efficiency of the plant by not sitting on it, for example, but you just try telling her that…

Put in place

So I’m just supposed to hang around until she’s ready to talk, eh? Tsk. Bloody typical.

Mmm… keys.

You can give upward feedback too. From waaaay down there.

Hmm. Quite a predicament! Hope little wifey doesn’t smell the smoke! You know what she’s like…

She really shouldn’t have to worry about damage to boys’ internal organs. After all, damage to their external organs is so much more fun.

Giving until it hurts

I donate all my spare money to the retired dominatrices’ malevolent fund. It doesn’t make me feel any better about myself, but it saves all that time that I used to waste buying stuff, eating out or going on holiday.

I have a very active fantasy life, as you can tell. Sometimes it does go too far, though. I mean, really…men’s lib?? Come on Servitor…let’s try to keep the blog reasonably grounded in reality.

Yes, I’ve never had any problem with female authority figures. My difficulty arises when we have 19 year-old female interns around the office. They’re just not used to giving orders or having someone else get their coffee. But over the course of a six week internship, they usually get the idea.

To cut a long story short: she said so, he protested, she insisted, he tearfully agreed and now it’s one of their biggest sellers. So he can afford to give her even more tribute. Funny how things work out.

That doesn’t mean she would always give you a handjob, of course.

…and why it will continue to happen.

Just like a prayer

Humbler and humbler we become.

Brisk, businesslike and to the point.

I was the victim in an abusive relationship once. It’s actually quite a traumatic memory. I was upset for months afterwards… begging her to come back.

It’s good to have a hobby.

Charlotte’s Web – the femdom version. With bacon for supper.

Don’t be ashamed to cry

I think I’d never worry about anything if I had Mistress Chrissie looking out for me.

Tough decision. She doesn’t like lies. But then, she’s not going to be that pleased about the truth on this occasion, either.

Why does this happen to me every single time?

Sometimes you have to suffer for her art.

Does that make you feel stressed? No? Are you sure?

She’ll probably want a pay rise too.

Warning: implicit sexual content

… it’s the only kind you’ll get here.

So… not a threesome then? And indeed, from next week, no more onesomes either. Oh well

Well, since you mention it…

The delightful knees and firm hands of Ms Gigi Allens!

And during too.

No comment.

You’ll always find me in the corner at parties

Yeah. I was always one of those guys in the corner at parties. You know? Just standing there, all embarassed, not knowing what to say as the laughter and flirting went on all around me?

My nose pressed tightly against the angle of the walls, and my trousers down around my ankles exposing my red, spanked buttocks for all to see.

I guess we’ve all been there, huh?

It’s good to have a job doing something you love. In my job, for example, I’m bossed around, humiliated and made miserable almost every day. Mmmm.

Ooops! Don’t forget about consent, girls! When you’re finishing, ask him if he agrees he deserved it. It’s important.

Well, if you put it like that…

Office life… it can be so stressful, can’t it?

Sadly, though, the inside looks pretty grotty, too. Unless you like gloomy dungeons walled with unfinished concrete and festooned with rusting chains.
Oh do you? Oh, right. You’re in for a treat, then.

Yes, I’ve experienced pain in my marriage

Fairly regularly, actually. Usually on Tuesday and Friday evenings.

Gives you a warm glow inside, knowing she’s in charge, doesn’t it? And outside too – obviously.

I’m sure he can take it. Being chained up helps a lot, for a start.

Women, eh! Never satisfied.

I think they are antennae. I find it’s the antennae that usually get detached. Unless she insists that I chew of course – then it just all goes everywhere. Don’t you agree?

Lucky, lucky us.