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More sciency fiction.
Or “yield” as I believe the Americans would put it.
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.
Another science fiction-themed post! Sadly not featuring those whip wielding Amazons from Space 1999 this time but I’ll try to remedy that in future.
It’s a science fiction special.
You want to watch out for those dominatrix sex robots…
Sorry. Science fiction post, anyway.
Who wants to live forever? HAHAHAHAHA! Diiiive!
Sorry.
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Just one female supremacist from a parallel dimension against an entire male-run planet? Her chances can’t be better than evens… 75% at best. |
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It is very beautiful in its own special way… her people write poetry about it. Maybe she’ll read you some while she’s working you over with her ovipositor. |
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Yes, unfortunately maleness itself is incurable, even with their advanced technology, but most of the visible symptoms can be removed or suppressed. |
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The sun shines every day in this parallel world. It’s a paradise – for full citizens, anyway. |
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A caption from the days before teleworking, of course. These days busy executives can do a full working day and tawse their husbands as often as needed, all without even leaving the house. |
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Obviously, men are allowed in the toilets to clean them – but that’s a privilege reserved for the best-behaved and longest-serving residents. |
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He must have very good genes. Shame there’s no question of them being passed on to the next generation. |
Frankie Goes to Hollywood of course. Another memory of brief and never repeated wild sexual excitement as a teenager. There was a music show called The Tube and this unknown band appeared on it, performing Relax… including two lovely ladies in leather dancing about with whips.* Yes, actual whips… my teenage brain exploded.** The lovely ladies did not appear to do any actual singing, which probably explains why, a few months later, when Relax became a massive hit, they’d disappeared from the band*** which had also thoroughly embraced its gay vibe. So, video at number one, leather imagery everywhere and not a female to be seen.
Anyway!
Anyway, this isn’t a post about Frankie Goes etc. It’s just an excuse to put the word ‘laser’ in the title, because it’s a science fiction post. And if the first one today doesn’t get me a mention on 11dutch’s blog I really don’t know what ever will.
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I understand there’s a latex fetish scene with a Zygon, too. |
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I understand the preferred terms are ‘Trekker’ and ‘perverted little freak’. Anyway, it’s what you do that actually matters, not what anyone calls you. |
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She’s bound to get found out eventually. No robot could ever be as cruel and controlling as a real human bride, after all. |
* Here’s a scene from the trailer!
** Here’s the whole thing, starting about 0.55.
*** Ooh – here’s a whole article about them and what happened. Called ‘the leather pets’ they were.
And a photo! Bloody hell, it’s good this Internet thing isn’t it? So much stuff out there.