those we worship – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

Incoming call

Hey sweetie!

So, this is… oh I don’t know video diary number eleventy nine or something. But I checked the calendar and it’s exactly 11 months you’ve been in confinement! Pretty cool, huh? Nearly a year already!

Anyway, I just wanted you to know I’m still here and looking after you! I mean, you can tell that because there’s still food coming through your feeding tubes, I guess. But anyway, you know I like to talk to you from time to time, and I had a few minutes so I thought I’d do another video.

So… speaking of feeding, I changed the mixture in your bucket last week. I read this article that said that raw celery was really good for the circulation, and as you can’t move any more, I thought that might be useful, so I chopped up a bunch and stirred it in.

Do you like my leather outfit? Huh? Does it still make your cock try to swell up, in its little tube? Or has it given up trying? I’ll never know or care, I guess. I’m going clubbing again so I thought I’d put on something special.

Anyway, I guess that’s about it. Oh! You know, I’m thinking of having you moved up from the cellar into the living room? Yeah! We could put you into that alcove, and Steve said he could build an extra box around your real box – so you just look like a piece of furniture – and plumb the waste pipe down through the floor. I thought we could put the TV on you, maybe, or at least a few pictures. So, you’ll know you’re being useful. Don’t worry about the noise, though: Steve said it could be completely soundproof. You won’t know if the TV’s on or off. But I guess you’ll feel the motion if we move you. Pretty weird to get sensory input like that, after all these months? It won’t be for a while, though. Steve’s pretty busy at work just now.

So…what else?

You know, I should get Steve to do a video. I know he said hi on that one I did back in the summer, but I think you should get to know him better. I mean, you feed on his food scraps just as much as mine, when he’s here, so it’s like he’s looking after you too. He thought it was a bit weird at first – I mean, hey, it is weird, right? But he’s OK with it now. The other day he only ate half his dessert and when I asked why, he said it was to give you a little treat! Wasn’t that kind? And he’s never even seen you. Of course, I just threw it in the garbage. You can’t have nice things like that. I told him the next day and he just laughed and said OK, because I’m the one in charge. He’s really cute. Anyway, I’ll make sure you see more of him next time.

So… yeah! I guess that’s it until next time. For me. For you, I guess this is it until this message repeats again tomorrow. You can hear it all over again! Won’t that be nice? But for now, it’ll be back into darkness in 3 – 2 – 1 –

Pride comes before…

a mouth-soaping, a sound spanking and being sent to bed early without any supper. There’s usually very little pride left after that, I find.

Mmmm…kinky!

Every girl should have a boyfriend collection.

The lady on the right is the lovely Mistress Mina Thorne, visitable here.

It’s good for husbands and wives to talk about the family finances together like this. Exactly like this.

This lady is the awe-inspiring Mistress Selena, one of the best humiliatrices around in my humble, humiliated opinion.

Welcome back. There have a been a few other changes too, but don’t worry, she’ll explain all about those in due course, when you’re wearing your shock collar.

I don’t know about you, but I deplore our modern throwaway society. Time was, girls would really value getting a new slave. Now they can get three for £25 at Primark, they just use them once and chuck them out. It’s a shame, in some ways.

Memories, memories, sweet memories

Yes, to bring in the new year, what better than to look back – with more recollections from the lovely ladies of the sadly now defunct Other World Kingdom.

Well, completely made up stuff from the mind of servitor, anyway. But I do have a general disclaimer over there to the right, if you care to look. This blog does not make a fetish of realism. Muddy boots, yes, sissy panties, certainly, but realism – not so much.

This is the second in a series of, well, two at the moment but you never know. Here’s the first.

Ladies – over to you.

If you like this, you might like http://poorlydressedominatrixes.tumblr.com/ too.

Coming out

You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet. I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste. I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch. Just lucky, I guess.

Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now? You up for that? Great.

The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard.

Cruella, from many many years ago. But still one of the best photo sets ever. The accompanying story was even about castration, you know. Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor.

The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex. In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it.

She’s right, you know. Women are, you see.

Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh…

Excerpts from a bedtime story

The perfect lady featured here today is the Divine Mistress Heather, for whom this blog could be named.

Bridal, reins and whip

There’s a theme today. See if you can guess what it is!

Any flavour except vanilla

… or raspberry ripple. I really hate raspberry ripple.

Goodness, I hope none of the dommes with whom I have the honour of serving from time to time read this blog and find out my little secret. They might force me to eat raspberry ripple ice cream in session. How awful that would be!

‘We’ are indeed trying. Fortunately, only one of ‘us’ has to succeed, doesn’t she?

You ever had one of those dreams? When you’re naked, surrounded by a hundred jeering, mocking beautiful women? And you can’t speak and you can’t seem to run, but then you have to do a little dance for them and… and then you wake up. And realise it was only a dream? Always such a fucking disappointment.

She’s been working too on a better recovery system. Crashing into a net is fine but it’s just not very… fetish, you know? So she’s been working on something involving combining an aircraft carrier’s ‘arrestor hook’ system, with various anal toys. All top secret just now, I’m afraid, so I don’t know any more details than that.

This is the divine Mistress Ezada Sinn, if you didn’t know that already

Lucky George. Sharp-eyed observers of more than one ‘scene’ might spot a reference here to an earlier post.

Boyfriends, eh? Always spoiling the fun! Why can’t she just do her own beating up? I’d go for that. I’d even pay.

I have to praise her

…like I should.

Don’t forget to scurry. Ball boys should definitely scurry.

Sergei I am not looking forward to.

But seeing as this is Mistress Absolute – the Mistress Absolute – I suspect that can only add to the value, among certain rare connoseurs conouiseirs conosewers, don’t you think?

Domina Liza. I’ll confesss, I don’t know the Lady in person, but I suspect that her attitude to such a request would be along these lines. This caption is intended to comment on the style of femdom photo that I mentally categorize as ‘tits out for the lads’ and try, virtuously, to avoid.

Awww… poor little thing.

She only does it to be cruel

…because she knows it teases.

Nice to know she still respects you for what you are.

Oh…not the garden centre. I hate garden centres.

Great. You can show off that little dance routine you were practicing with Mike and Gerald before the invasion. Shame about what happened to them… still, never mind.

It does seem a little unfair, on those of us that would like to be in that position.

This is, of course, the glorious Goddess Heather. She shouted at me once, you know. At Club Pedestal. I might have mentioned this before. And I didn’t even have to pay her. Aaaaah.

Sometimes you just have to take time for yourself. Don’t let anything rush you.

Because she says so

Always the best reason.

I think there’s now an app you can get that makes the whole process a lot simpler.

Aren’t you lucky?

I read in a self-esteem book once, that you should write out a list of all the things about yourself you despise. I got on quite well at first, but after a few months it started to get quite unwieldy. So I started this blog instead. And it’s been great – I haven’t been troubled by self-esteem since.

Looks safe enough. Hope he gets something liquid to drink at some point, though.

Hmmm. I wonder what they’re going to do with those bunches of flowers?