Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
The European female she’s here. Warning: safe for work and contains scenes of a non-sexual nature. Warning 2: yet another expression of Servitor’s fixation on 1980s British soft punk. But then so’s this.
…why do you have to be a ball-breaker? Is it a lesson that I never knew?
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| She’s being much too pernickety. If he’d consented to being tied up and gagged then he can be assumed to have consented to what’s to come, can’t he? No matter what she has in mind. And if the tying and gagging was non-consensual… well, then the principle’s already been breached, right? Might as well carry on and let her do her thing. |
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| One last disappointment for her, in a marriage which, to be honest, has not turned out to be everything she’d hoped for. Still, it looks like she’s taken a bold decision to put her own needs first and make a fresh start, so that’s good. |
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| It’s not the activities she’s horrified by, it’s the price list. I mean, for something that literally anyone can do, without any training. |
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| Ah well, you wanted a heavy pain session, right? Why else forget Mistress’s birthday? |
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| Some things do actually try to happen. But none of it leads to anything, so it’s really all the same. |
As no doubt the quote from a nineteenth century novel in the title will have forewarned you, Contemplating the Divine once again takes a step back to the gentler, but no less unkind, femdom of regency days*. It was one of the first themes ever to feature on the blog, and remains to this day one of the most thoroughly unpopular, with few if any readers ever having a good word to say about it. But then if I got off on compliments, I wouldn’t be a humiliation freak, now, would I?
Either that, or I’m too stupid to take a hint. Whatever… here come the hot chicks in empire-line dresses yet again.
* and before anyone rushes to comment that at least some of these scenes are clearly from the early Victorian period, I should point out that I am – of course – using ‘Regency’ to indicate a general focus on period drama and costumes, rather than strictly confining the topics to the years between 1811 and 1820. OK? Goodness, femdom porn sites like Bitches with Whips or StraponSquad don’t pay so much attention to these historical details, I’m sure, and I don’t suppose they get that kind of abuse.
I used to be sexually irresponsible, but someone has kindly taken responsibility now, so that’s all right.
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| Male chess players need to learn that being beaten at the game by a female player isn’t humiliating. Believe me, there are much more humiliating ways of being beaten by a female, if you only seek them out. |
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| I’ve never understood why dominant ladies so often like to promise me more to cry about. I don’t find it the least bit reassuring. |
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| So much to look forward to. |
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| She shouldn’t let him exploit her like that. |
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| She seems quite forceful. It’s probably just as well for Gerald that he’s only marrying one of her.* |
*NB, although this blog generally does not seek to provide advice on safe, sane and consensual BDSM, readers might want to consider the advisability of a romantic relationship with any woman who refers to them as ‘human male’.
