spanking – Contemplating the divine

Science fiction is something that could happen – but usually you wouldn’t want it to.

Fantasy is something that couldn’t happen – though often you only wish that it could.

More fantastical science fiction, that you wouldn’t wish to happen to your worst enemy, but you might to yourself.

And let’s finish off with some sci-fi found femdom, why not? And the slightly more vanilla follow-up.

Oh, and this as well, but it’s more conceptual than anything sexy.

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.

Scoldplay

This café’s quiet but it can be quite fun taking a gimp to a busy café terrace. People at neighbouring tables want to know what insulting names you call it, ask if they can slap it, that kind of thing. Good converation starter.

With a monthly subscription it works out at just a few cents per stroke, which is very reasonable. Unlike the ladies who work there.

I suppose we’re all familiar with the trope that a stiletto heel exerts more pressure than an elephant’s foot. Personally, I still think I’d prefer the stiletto but in the event (unlikely, I know, but my SO can be wonderfully creative) that I’m ever trodden on by an elephant, I’ll let you know how it compares.

Queen Patricia always insisted on the importance of hygiene, at OWK. Any new Lady soon learnt that anything dirty, rotting or smelly had to be put promptly into the proper receptacle.

You could spell some of the words out, letter by letter, under the cane. Particularly fun in German. Just ask your Lebensabschnittsgefährterin.

I could be unnecessarily distracted by Anya all day.

… and yet more images of the lovely Jutta Leerdam, inspired by a comment by shorty:

The power of persuasion

A few adverts I have come across*, while tidying my SO’s magazines.

* [Memo to self: put footnote down here with some witty innuendo about ‘come across’]

Oh – a CtD post on a Thursday! Hmm, you say. Must be an extra, because Servitor is celebrating the blog’s fifteenth anniversary. And certainly not because silly Servitor messed up the dates in scheduling the posts and thought 29 January was a Friday and noticed too late to delete it, as Sam had already commented. No no no no no… So, yeah, an extra post, because Friday’s post ~~hurriedly recscheduled from later in February~~ will obviously come out as normal tomorrow.

They say the secret of a successful relationship is mutual respect. Which just goes to show how little ‘they’ know. She says the secret of a successful relationship is tyranny and fear and I really can’t disagree with her on that.

Findommes… the unsung heroines of the consumer economy.

It’s funny, back when I was dating, two of the girls I – OK, OK *both* of the girls I slept with – rated my perfomance as the ‘worst fuck in human history’. Which doesn’t strike me as being right, as one of those fucks must have been worse than the other. Of course, I’m using ‘sleep’ as a euphemism – I never actually ‘slept’ with them, if you know what I mean: they threw me out. But not before I’d had my eighteen seconds of passion!

He didn’t wonder why she was constructing a prison cell in the cellar? Ah, love makes one blind. So does masturbation, ‘they’ say, although my SO says red-hot needles are actually more effective.

I wonder… have any subs who’ve been in this situation ever been tempted to stop brushing for just a moment, turn the hairbrush round and administer a sharp, stinging… I mean, I’m not saying I have, of course! Just to be clear, ahem. But it’s like – or I *imagine* it *would* be like – that feeling you get standing on the edge of a cliff, you know? That you could just… jump. Only a lot more dangerous than that, obviously.

Ah, Gigi Allens. A lady with plenty of inches and strong hips to back them up.

Yes, what a touching story. I like to imagine that every time she sees them sparkle, she’s reminded of how she has lots of other lovely necklaces too. Long-time readers will of course be well aware that my visions of the future show that in her political career, President Annie will re-orient male vocational training towards traditional, manly, backbreaking labour or domestic tasks, so really the college fund was no loss.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword

The back is mostly devoted to warnings about how ugly the front is. But fortunately it’s quite hard to read through all the welts.

Those early feminist books were groundbreaking, but modern female supremacist thinking, with its emphasis on sexual inequality and the importance of women’s autonomy over their boys’ bodies, has moved on.

Their corporate philosophy is that every boy can progress to the absolute limit of his potential, with the right guidance and incentives.

And some sexists think that boys are better at quantitative skills than girls! I’d like to see them beat her at this game.

She doesn’t mind being stopped in the street by admirers. She’s even got a little ‘E’ mini branding iron and is only too happy to heat it up with a lighter, for an autograph.

Don’t you dare

I never do. Never been much of a risk-taker, unless you count marrying my SO.

They’re planning to get together regularly.

She’s hoping to break into movies. Not necessarily castration movies, obviously, but if the offers come in…

If you’re not convinced by her argument here, don’t worry: she can help you come to a fuller understanding.

Reminiscent of that time a whole nest of scorpions infested the OWK Prison. Hard to imagine where they came from, given there aren’t any scorpions in the Czech Republic, but I expect there’s a perfectly sensible explanation.

They also serve, who only writhe and scream.

Gymslip gynocracy

Yes, it’s another post dedicated to those diligent young scholars at St Mackenzies. In today’s world of smartphones and social media it can be hard for students to concentrate on learning but St Macs has wisely outlawed such distractions, leaving the young ladies free to expand their minds, get their kit off and improve their talents by interacting closely with their teachers and one another, with a lot of implied spanking.

In its latest Ofsted inspection, St Macs was rated ‘Perverted’, with low ratings for science subjects, the arts and social studies, achieving high ratings only for lesbian sex. In sporting contests against other girls’ schools, St Macs’ are known for insisting on the opposing team joining them for a pre-match shower, and then usually not emerging from the changing rooms until after the scheduled end of the match, leading to one or other team forfeiting. Despite this, the school prides itself in providing its pupils with the skills needed for a stellar career – and if proof is needed, no fewer than seven of the top ten Only Fans accounts are run by graduates from the institution.

It must be true, I saw it on a web site.