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.
Wednesday. No – Sunday! And if it’s Sunday, it must be a themed special. What’s the theme today? Well, we continue to delay the scheduled World War M post, because of unpleasant (and, it would seem, somewhat poorly thought-out) developments in the so-called ‘real world’, so today we are once again celebrating that most delightful of feminine attitudes: being utterly, stubbornly, deliciously unreasonable.
On Tuesday I’m due to go and see a lady I’ve not had a session with before and we’ve agreed on email that it’ll be a domestic scene in which she scolds me, is demanding and impossible to please and generally thoroughly unreasonable. Which sounds lovely, but what if she changes her mind and just decides to do something else on a whim?
But try to avoid stubborn silences too – we know how passive-aggressive those can be.
You can’t please any of the dommes any of the time.
Her predictions are rarely wrong.
This is the third time this week. Subs can be so disappointing.
All the rules are important but you want to pay particular attention to the ones headed ‘Price’.
One of those talks where you don’t talk, not until the very end, anyway.
I hope readers realise that the activity depicted in this captioned image – being annoying and pervy around ladies who are prepared to do something about it – is highly dangerous and should not be attempted.
It might turn out to be quite like Tuesday. And after a while, it really doesn’t matter.
Goodness, what nerve-rackingly high stakes. You could lose some (notionally) important body parts or win back the full £120, all on the turn of a card.
Poobles likes to be helpful and today this is how he can help.
Poor chap’s going to miss out on the awkward vanilla conversation while getting dressed at the end.
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. He knew a thing or two, that lad. They should name something after him, to commemorate his life and work.
Males sometimes find it hard to understand why such things matter. Most women will have a sensible answer, usually along the lines of ‘Hand me your belt and bend over that chair.’ It’s a Mars/Venus thing, just go with it.
Period pains can be pretty intense, as he’s about to find out.
Screaming in agony and pleading for mercy is just another way of giving a woman oral stimulation, if you think about it. I think about it a lot.
More electric shocks. Isn’t the modern world wonderful, with all this technology to make routine domestic tasks easier?
As it turned out, she got a bit confused over which was which, so both got punished for both. It really didn’t matter anyway, certainly not to her.
Cruellan (and Goddessian) material continues to become more and more available. Go check out the ‘SLOC’ programme and download gigbytes of sneering, beatings and delicious unpleasantness – and there are ever more magazines. ‘Is it free’? No it’s not free, you cheapskate, and nor are the best things in life. Like a lot of this stuff, though, I’m sure it’s vastly cheaper than it used to be when these things were bought wrapped in flowery paper in a Soho shop and carried home in shaking hands and breathless anticipation.
The school has a policy about bullying. So does she.
It’s always nicer as a surprise. And the longer you stay locked up, the more of a surprise it would be, so the nicer it gets.
It’s possible he didn’t read the form quite carefully enough. Still, as long as he’s familiar with the seven-point procedure for early termination of the agreement, in paragraph 17(f) in Annex D, I’m sure he’ll be OK.
You can never have too many lesbians around the place, my SO says, but then she doesn’t clean up after them or do their laundry.
My own knowledge of nautical terminology mostly consists of making puns on the word ‘seamen’ so I did check…
The way to make your money go further is only to pay for what you regard as absolutely essential in life.
It’s the eve of Christmas Eve and it’s all beginning to look a lot like Christmas. In my SO’s household, today’s wrapping day, so she’s busying herself with tape and sparkly ribbon, and soon I’ll be hog-tied under the tree, garlanded with holly and… well, just holly, really, lots of it, all ready to be mocked and abused by her and her guests on the big day. I just hope that if they play ‘pin the tail on the loser’ again, they do it before they’ve had quite so much to drink this year, as last time many of the pins ended up in completely the wrong place! It gave everyone a good laugh, though, and I suppose that’s the main thing. There’s a lot of laughter in the house on Christmas Day and occasionally some tears too… it’s a very special time.
How silly of her not to realise that the solution to her problems is right there in the room with her, even as she speaks. In the chest of drawers, there: third drawer down at the back. You could even plug it in for her, so it has plenty of battery.
He likes to give himself a bit of Christmas cheer by imagining that it’s a stable he’s shivering in and that tin bath in which he’ll be plunging a few days later is a manger. No gold, frankincense or myrrh but she did once put a goat in with him.
She’s generous with her gifts: it’s not just the quantity but she also has a knack for choosing something that is just what he least wanted.
Let’s hope she’;s not disappointed. She’s suffered a lot of disappointment in her marriage, poor thing.
That wooden doll on the table is actually a large nutcracker. One of my SO’s girlfriends got her one just like it, one year, and she spent most of the day playing with it obsessively. One of our more memorable Christmasses.
Try to look pleased, even though it’s what she gets you every Christmas or birthday. She’s not thoughtless or anything, mind you: she does think quite a lot about what present you might like. She just doesn’t care.
I’ll take this opportunity to wish all my male readers a miserable, frustrating and humiliating Christmas. I hope you all get what you deserve.
As my SO likes to say, ‘It’s not hurting enough unless it’s hurting too much.’ Bless her.
One of the toppings will be sprayed on quite warm, which should help make the frozen pizza a lot easier to bite through.
The firm has invested heavily to try to make its workforce as productive as possible: decent coffee, gym and chill-out spaces for the female employees and a really well-resourced office disciplinary team for the males.
I hope he’ll have the sense tomorrow to thank her properly for letting him spend the night on her lovely concrete floor. Some men can be so thoughtless.
Funny how women want to test the chastity belts. I mean, mine has never bent even slightly under pressure of the very hardest erection, so it hardly seems necessary. Arguably, I might conclude it’s a bit over-engineered, but arguing’s not permitted.
It’s good of her to check – sometimes, I need a ‘little reminder’, for which I am always very thankful.
Of course, the permanent slave quarters won’t be as luxurious. On the plus side, they won’t smell as strongly of shit – not at first, anyway.
I still remember the day my SO found an item of women’s underwear that wasn’t hers, pushed to the back of my bedroom drawer. It was her mother’s – and I’d pretended she hadn’t put it in the previous week’s laundry bag, when in reality I just hadn’t been able to scrub the period stains out. I learnt my lesson, you can be sure!
Many wives like to have the anaesthetist there and ready, at least, in order to enjoy the look on hubby’s face when he realises she’s not going to do anything.
I suppose I really ought to make a British joke about having a boot fetish, but as we say in the UK: I can’t be arsed*.
He’s worried about lots of things, actually. Not unreasonably, in my view. Incidentally, you might worry about back problems in this sort of play, but you can be assured she’s made that her top priority – see how straight she’s sitting?
* Actually, I can be arsed, repeatedly and vigorously, but only when the mood takes her and she has enough boyfriends round.
In fact, you usually have to pay them. After sending a polite introductory email, and confirming on the day.
You might have an opinion on the subject, but not one that’s different from hers, surely?
It’s good they provide an alternative activity for those slaves not up to the hard labour. My SO always allows me a second option if there’s anything I don’t want to do: I can take a beating and do it after that.
There’s bound to be some wear and tear on the agency’s stock. You know what girls are like.
If you haven’t tried wearing a shock collar, you should try it just once. If you decide you don’t like it, just tell her.
If you have any concerns about the course of treatment she’s proposing, do feel free to burst into tears and start pleading hysterically.
She’s accepting the award on his behalf because he’s… erm… well, he’s not able to be there in person, anyway. Although maybe some of him is, in her handbag, if the rumours are true.
You didn’t think there was anything better than an orgasm, did you? Apparently you were wrong.
It’s good she’s taking the trouble to be so reassuring.
He’s always been harmless, but when she first acquired him, she decided to make sure.
I’m sure she knows exactly what she’s doing, so best not to interfere.
Most customers only make use of this service when all the machines are in use, but she just went straight for it. Of course, it’s a lot cheaper.
One of a series of ‘Cooking with Mila’ videos. ‘Housework with Mila’, ‘Gardening with MIla’ and ‘Money management with Mila’ all take a similar approach, I understand.
A poetry special! Well, I can’t let PP have all the glory. Plus, I expect some of you are masochists, so you should enjoy these. I’ve been told my poetry is great upon the ears… or something that sounded very like that, anyway.
Two wonderful dommes with whom Servitor has had the painful pleasure…
