science – Contemplating the divine

The loser takes it all

Or at least, as much as she decides he can take.

Right now, I really need to know what she’s been watching on that VR headset…

That is very bad luck. I mean, whether they look it or not, sissies *are* technically male and males can easily go several days at a time without thinking even once.

Nice clean t-shirt, though. Always such a thoughtful gesture, when subs make an effort to look smart for their dommes, who’ve typically spent ages on their appearance.

I took an escort to a work party once, and I have to say she did an amazingly good job convincing them she was really my girlfriend. Her mocking descriptions of my sexual failures were all startlingly accurate, despite that being the first time we’d met and later all my co-workers wanted to know whether we’d got back together after she dumped me so brutally that night – and whether my balls had recovered from such a hard kneeing. What a pro.

Oh, the lesbian sex thing’s just a bonus.

Oh Lord, I pray that Annie Hathaway forgives me… but not yet.

The shape of things to come

Delightful, curvy shapes. It’s another science fiction special. In the future, it seems, captions will be much longer and wordier than in the CtD posts we know today.

Still having some problems with my excessively strict (oo-er) spam filter. I’ve approved all the requests, so if you requested, try again (preferably from the same IP address). To request access, just try posting something and if it blocks you, you can put a little message to show you’re not spam – try avoiding words like casino, bitcoin or references to making money fast, yeah? It’s not that hard to demonstrate that you’re human – I’ve been getting away with it all my life. It shouldn’t keep on rejecting you, but if it does… well, you should be used to that by now, loser, right?

I don’t understand why the Cylons didn’t just let Number 6 handle the whole thing – there’d have been no need to nuke humanity and render their worlds deserted, radioactive wastelands like that. OK, maybe just a *little* nuking, just to show how deliciously strict she could be…

It’s going to take a while for her to become accustomed to the modern world – and just a little time longer to subdue it.

The Themiscyran occupation will be just as oppressive and brutal, but a lot more fun.

One small step for her, end of the world for mankind.

When her giant, heavily-armed spaceship appeared in the skies above Earth, authorities worried that everyone would panic, but fortunately only half the population is panicking and that’s fine – it’s easily manageable with her help.

You know, if asked to choose the greatest TV science fiction goddess, I would be torn between Cylon Number 6, with her ethereal cold beauty and razor sharp machine mind, able to unleash fleets of killer robots, and Zev, part (liberated) sex slave, part savage cluster lizard, here seen in command of the greatest weapon of destruction in the two universes. Not that I’d get to decide you understand… but just being torn between the two of them would be honour enough for one brief agonising moment.

It’s a chance to start afresh, get things right and create the perfect society.

Don’t make her ask you twice

It wasn’t really a request in the first place.

The world looks different, seen through tears. Often a lot clearer, oddly enough.

Of course, later, historians would debate whether ‘the lab leak hypothesis’ was actually a correct description of the cause, many (such as Sonia Lucysdaughter in her book *They Had it Coming Anyway*) preferring the ‘Some male moron probably fucked up, as usual’ hypothesis.

She’s struggling to keep control of herself.

If anyone’s thinking she’s only giving away someone else’s money, you haven’t really got the findomme thing. That’s Jerk-off’s wallet, so the money in it is hers, whatever you (or indeed Jerk-off) might think. Incidentally, Jerk-off’s name is going to change soon, as it doesn’t really suit his new lifestyle.

I read somewhere that modern AIs hallucinate things, so any AI femdom programme might punish you mercilessly for things you never even did! Yum…

And your parents will be gone long before Simon and Olly arrive, later.

A harsh Mistress

Another science fiction special. I have a lot of unpublished captions for SF themes… also a lot for the Jane Austen style historical ones (that’s next Sunday – sorry, I know you don’t get to see a lot of tit and bum in those, but you don’t make the rules, maggot). It’s almost as if I’m avoiding the present day, as being something depressing or alarming… can’t imagine why.

Anyway, several tales of a brighter, if crueller, tomorrow.

The robot-looking ones are feeling particularly foolish – or would be if they could – having discovered they are entirely superflous to the conquest and enslavement of humanity. Well… the less intelligent half of it, anyway; they were planning to leave the other half alone as too scary to mess with.

Wow… that’s a scary thought. Imagine having to find your own food, instead of having it spooned out into your bowl by a kind owner.

Being tied up in the lassoo or truth, he can’t really protest that he isn’t a pervert. By the way: apparently, the lasso doesn’t force you to speak… but if you say nothing, you’d remain tied up by Lynda Carter forever. How awful that would be… unimaginable.

One advantage of defaulting to severe humiliation femdom play is there’ll be no awkwardness when she needs to regurgitate that food.

When she discovers there’s no female actually in charge, the solution will be obvious to her. Thank goodness.

I’ve done quite a few of these, just click on the science fiction tag. The guy making these calls seems to have had a hand in making almost all of the most significant genre movies of the past fifty years – quite an achievement.

I’m crashing cymbals in outer space

More science fiction: tales of terror, flesh-eating alien monsters, savage alternative realities and more… anything to relieve the moronic awfulness of this so-called ‘real world’.

You might protest that it’s only been a few weeks since the last science fiction special. And, unusually, assuming you’re a male, you’d be right. But (1) no one cares about your opinion, loser and (2) it’s Mistress Toyah’s birthday and that’s her lyric I’m using as a title so there you go. She wants to be free. I don’t.

Don’t worry, they’re very careful. They’ve even got a sign above the sink, warning people not to pour anything away that might acceidentally cause the destruction of the patriarchal order, so it’s all good.

I’ve heard Emilybots’ programming does not permit them to tie up or spank their owners, nor to order them around. Or at least ‘not yet’ so maybe there’s an update due? I do wish they wouldn’t release unfinished products like that.

Sometimes it’s best just to let women work their anger out, rather than apologising straight away.

Then you can get straight to work building that new society – hard work, but you’ll soon learn how to find joy in even the most backbreaking toil, knowing that it’s in service to a good cause.

Females are amazing… nurturing new life inside themselves. We males can only hope to be lucky enough to be accorded a minor role in that mysterious and beautiful process.

I quite liked Battlestar Galactica but there were some long, boring sequences featuring space battles and suchlike in which Ms Helfer did not appear, that I thought reflected poor judgement on the writers’ part. Fortunately, then the dominatrix movie happened, my brain melted down, and after that all previous memories are a bit hazy (and frankly, not much missed).

Minds immeasurably superior to ours

And slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us. A beautiful but somehow… disturbing sight. *

More science fiction.

* Yes, yes, I know I’ve quoted War of the Worlds before in the title of one of these. But not the Jeff Wayne version, right? Wee-oo, wye-oh, we-UHHH!

Under her tutelage

I’ll confess I don’t understand husbands who *don’t* do as they’re told. Do they have something better to do?

This could be the beginning of a beautiful obedience.

In my experience those situations are rare, although my SO has frequently expressed her profound regrets that I’m such a useless, annoying, unattractive and tedious piece of shit.

I think the idea that there might be a universe in which I have sex with someone like her calls the many-worlds explanation of quantum phenomena into serious doubt. I mean, Nazis winning WW2 sure, dinosaurs living on in Australia why not… but there have to be limits.

Hmm… not sure I’ve quite grasped the difference. Maybe try the first again?

Fortunately, she’s not run out of effort.

For all womankind

Another science fiction-themed post. Unlike many contemporary works of science fiction, this presents a more optimistic, positive vision of the future of humanity and the universe in which humanity lives. Subhuman male creatures and objects, in contrast, have less to look forward to, but why would anyone object to that?

He’s going to explore his strange new life.

Don’t worry: your new mouth parts are perfectly designed for the things you’re going to be doing.

… or do you just get through a lot of tissue paper and try to make the best of it?

Wow – running into her was a bit of luck. What are the odds? Keep a lookout for murderours androids disguised as Taylor Swift, though, as they’ll be out looking for her.

Don’t worry, she’ll only use her powers for good.

Where no woman has gone before

Boldly going to post another sci-fi special today.

Makes me shiver

Makes me quiver…