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.

The utopia of today can become the reality of tomorrow

Time for another deep dive, possibly with heavy shackles attached to our wrists and ankles, into female suprmacist literature. Quotes here from some of the great thinkers – and doers – who wrote the foundational and inspirational texts of this movements, as well as from a couple of males.

“Obviously men would continue to have the right to free speech under a Female Supremacist constitution; the only change is that right would be exercised on their behalf by their Responsible Female. I don’t see that as unduly restrictive  – what would the point be in a man expressing an opinion that wasn’t approved by a woman anyway?”

Eva Green, Patriarchs to Eunuchs: a practical programme for female supremacy (translated from the French by cafard)

“There are those in the Femsuprem movement who would prefer to live entirely without males and they – like all females – should have their wish. I’m sure there will be whole regions of the world where that is the case. For my part, though, I couldn’t truly enjoy life unless I know that males are suffering atrociously, somewhere.”

Lady Sophia Black: The governance of males; a dominatrix’s practical guide to politcal change.

“It’s not as if most males are doing particularly well at the moment. Fewer and fewer get university degrees, Is some 25 year-old slacker guy really better off in a dead-end office job, compared to – for example – being engaged in healthy manual labour, maybe even outdoors? He might not choose the latter, if he were free to choose, but that’s the point: we can choose for him.”

Sanna Marin, The Whip Hand: Economic policy and workplace relations in the Female Supremacist state

“I remember attending my first Femsuprem meeting. It seems ridiculous now, but I had my own ideas about how men could support the movement. Fortunately, I was put straight to making the tea – and I didn’t even do that properly and was made to stay behind afterwards. Then my second meeting… well, let’s just say the participants were none too pleased at each having to tell me again how she liked her tea, since I had forgotten! How could such a moron possibly contribute anything when I couldn’t even do as I was told? I think I learnt more from that than from any of the instructional material for males I later was lucky enough to be made to memorise.”

Samantha’s Husband, Surrendered

“You know what law I’d most like to see brought in under a Female Supremacist government? Oh sure, laws preventing males voting or owning property have to come first, obviously, and castrating rapists too. But after these foundations have been laid, I’d love to see a Male Hygiene Act, making all males scrub themselves clean – all over with plenty of soap – at least three times every day. Can you imagine a world that doesn’t stink of filthy males? Wouldn’t that be something?”

Kristen Stewart, Dare to Dream

“If you’re concerned that men will read this and learn about our plans to enslave them, don’t be. They assume it’s all some kind of femdom fantasy porn. OWK showed them their future and males just bought subscriptions and jerked off to it.  Lenin said that capitalists would sell communists the rope that would be used to hang them. Males will pay to ogle images of our plans for their eventual subjugation because they are very, very stupid”

Madame Christine, They Deserve It: Lessons in Philosophy from the Other World Kingdom

“My first book, an attempt to introduce the joy of slavery to a male audience, was my humble attempt at a vision of a far-off better society. Mistress instructed me to write this second book to celebrate what is now a growing movement for Female Supremacy. Will I ever write a third? Not up to me, of course, but if I do I hope it will consist of nothing but practical tips for housework and service. The aim of male political writing should be to abolish itself.”

nd23 By Her command

“I’m going to take a risk here and declare that I once witnessed the involuntary castration of a rapist. And it was a beautiful thing. A sexual thing for some of the women in the audience, true, but an empowering moment for all of us.  And spiritual, too.  And if anyone wants to use our unjust patriarchal laws to try to prosecute the brave women who wielded the knife, know this: I will never betray my sisters who opened my eyes with this wonderful moment of shared joy.”

Gal Gadot, Inspirational Moments: Finding Myself in the Female Supremacist Cause.

“I’m not a male eliminationist, not any more. As a lesbian, I certainly started that way. Males disgust me. But as a favour to a straight friend, I once whipped one of her slaves and although the smell of the filthy beast became more intense as he writhed and screamed under the lash, I found the experience pleasant enough. And my supposedly ‘straight’ friend discovered an interesting new side to her sexuality… So I don’t object to males continuing to exist, as long as they’re in chains and I have a whip.”

Cara Develgne, Liberty, Sorority, Slavery (originally Le premier sexe), translated from the French by objet6.

“I wrote a book once trying to explain Female Supremacism to males. It’s actually quite an interesting challenge, to dumb down Femsupremacist thinking into concepts their simple brains can understand. Of course, my favourite boy helped. I’d read a passage and test his understanding. If he didn’t follow my first draft, I’d resist the temptation to whip him for stupidity (OK, I didn’t always resist), grit my teeth and go and try again. I wanted to call it Listen, you fucking morons! but the publisher persuaded me to go with Learning to be nurtured.

Emily Blunt, Useful Idiots: Men and Femsuprem

“Will men be happy under Femsuprem rule? That’s a complicated question. I could talk about the physical health benefits they’ll experience, the joy they’ll get from a clear sense of purpose, the end to stressful decision-making that their brains aren’t really suited to… all that. But my truthful answer is simpler: I really don’t care whether they’ll be happy or not. It’s not about them.”

Annie Hathaway, Equality is not enough!

Historical fits

Yeah, more old-timey femdom. They did have it before the invention of latex, you know.

Fun fact: the beautiful Anna Popplewell who features here is, I think, the only actress I have ever captioned whom I have seen in (so-called) real life. Not a very fun fact, I know, but I don’t get a lot of fun in my life.

Spookily inaccurate

A Halloween special.

Unpleasant, cruel trick or delightful, yummy treat? But…but… aren’t they the same thing?

My SO really likes to do Halloween properly. She creates a whole ‘spooky garden’ on the way up to the house, with ghostly lights and freakish moans from a lost soul shackled in a cage dangling by the front porch. It gets ever so cold, but it’s a fun way of doing something with the local community. And anyway, it’s only for one night, unless she, y’know, forgets, dear absent-minded thing that she is.
Apparently, he’s been very naughty and she’s going to have to be strict with him. Very strict.
I wonder what tastes better than cake?
An eternity of torture in Hell may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but compared to most dommes’ hourly rates, it’s remarkably affordable.
They say the place is haunted by the ghost of a housemaid, chained and on her knees, endlessly scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing away the stains on the floorboards that can never be fully erased… but that’s just Trevor, he’s one of the regulars.
Actually, she hates Halloween – it’s Amateur Night.
Hmm. I reckon this could be a turning point in their relationship.

Offhand comments

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.

Science fiction isn’t just thinking about the world out there. It’s also thinking about how that world might be.

So let’s do that, in a spirit of optimism about the future. Science fiction time.

Some of the kinkiest scenes in any mainstream (well.. it is French) movie ever… The Perils of Gwendoline in the Land of the Yik-Yak

Speaking of pervy sci-fi… on the off-chance any of you perves don’t know: Lexx.

The wrongness of men

She shouldn’t have to do all the work in this relationship. Or any, in fact.
Tricky situation. Torture and murder are, let’s face it, ethically questionable activities, at best. On the other hand, they really are very pretty feet. What to do?
Oh no, not again. And they needed a new umpire after Edie disputed that line-call, too.
I don’t think anyone has mentioned any limits – no one female, anyway – so I suppose it’s open house, so to speak.
I think of the time between 5 am and… oh, anything from about 10 onwards, I suppose, as my special time. No disturbances, nothing to do but chores. Bliss.
She could have just unhooked the leash, rather than taking the collar off. That’s a sign of trust in your releationship, you know. Cherish it.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.
I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re male? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.
Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.
They also serve, who only kneel and pay.
They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.
He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.

Harsh untruths

“As long as it takes”, usually. Sometimes longer.
What are you waiting for? It’s rare to find a kinky costume that actually turns a woman on. Think how much closer this is going to bring the two of you.
And don’t worry if you have any concerns about her ‘three or four little changes’ – if there’s even one word that you want to change, she’s quite happy to leave the whole idea for now and give you as long as you like to come around.
Later on – with a lot of effort – they put him in the cage. That finally got him to their desired weight, without any more effort on their part, although it took quite a while.
It’s odd how many of the lesbian slavegirls on this blog seem to have an obsession with male genitalia. But I just posts what I sees.
Not entirely a surprise but he was at least hoping Nata would toss him off herself.

Paradox girl, mighty woman,you are the thing that terrifies them.

Don’t worry, she’ll adhere strictly to the conditions in the contract you just signed. You did read it, right?
It’s understandable: most operations on males don’t require anesthetic.
Next time she might try just not turning up. Testing your limits… you see?
No animals were or will be harmed in the making of this torture-snuff caption.
That is a good mnemonic: works for lots of things.
Fortunately they were able to use agency photos to illustrate the article as the camera-sissy’s hands were shaking too much with shy excitement to do justice to Mistress Kate’s flowing locks.