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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal

As you know, this blog features immature material on mature themes so I suppose I do both these things.

NB: anyone playing the game of ‘guess the original song/poetry* won’t succeed with this one, as it’s just a handy safety mnemonic. Y’know like: “Stub it out on arse or thighs, he’ll lose his sight if in his eyes.”

* But did you get all the rest?

Manservants

A surprising number of men marry women who turn out to be like their mothers. This one didn’t.
Oh well, at least there’s less of all that making sure you turn up neither too early nor one second late, while also not hanging around the area where the dungeon is, so as not to annoy her neighbours. If you know what I mean. He’s just up at 6am and into role straight away, every day.
She can forgive anything except bad coffee. Or messy laundry-folding. And a few other things, now I think of it.
It’s not entirely pointless, as, after he’s gone and is sitting gingerly in a nearby bar feeling the glow, Herrin Anneliese has a 4 pm session, in which she plans to make her slave carry it all back, so that needs setting up.
The limit may be hard but steel is harder. And these ladies are harder still.
And of course his hands would be neatly cuffed behind him, to keep them out of the way.

Fiendish angels

Or are they angelic fiends?

Female sadism is a beautiful thing.
She likes to feel appreciated – who doesn’t?
There’s nothing like a man-hating lesbian girlfriend to inject a bit of firm discipline into a relationship.
Garbage needs to consider whether there are things in his life that are more important than money (other than her, of course, but that goes without saying).

This is of course the awesome Serena, Gynarchy Goddess, whose floors Servitor has often cleaned, almost never to her satisfaction, alas.

He’ll be fine, just as soon as he’s got beyond ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’.
Kitten isn’t an expert in economics, but she does understand the basic idea of conspicuous consumption and thoroughly approves of it.

The age of unreason

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’.
Fear is the mind-killer, apparently.

The power of negative thinking

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.

The strength of a woman can be boundless

It’s another science fiction special. Now you might object that we just had a science fiction special and for once you’d be right (well done you!) but I’ve just written a tonne* of sci-fi captions, a great many featuring Seven of Nine, so we’re going to be having a lot of them. And in honour of everyone’s favourite Borg, we’ll have seven captioned images each time. Got to get them out there somehow.

Also, I do have a World War M post ready but given there’s quite a lot of actual war around, I think perhaps we’ll keep that on hold for now.

*That’s slightly more than a ton.

You might expect her to add that this is going to hurt her more than it will hurt him, but her programming prevents her from lying.
Goodness, the Borg are so much more advanced than us even in plumbing. Resistance is indeed futile… where can I surrender, please, Ma’am?
If it would be completely unethical to enslave billions of people, then presumably it would only be a tiny fraction as unethical to enslave just one… or even a few.
Realism is overrated, which is why I write this blog.
I wonder whether the local culture has developed any techniques for dealing with this situation? Implements, even.
She’s appalled at the waste. It’s like throwing away perfectly good chocolate spread.
The 70s was a difficult time and many people say that its sci-fi reflected that, featuring a lot of dystopian, dark visions of the future but in these TV shows at least, I see nothing but optimism that things might turn out OK. Too optimistic, if anything: that’s Space 1999 down in the bottom right: if only 1999 had been like that. Everywhere, I mean, not just a few select locations in most major cities and a large estate on the outskirts of Černá, Czech Republic.

A graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty

Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.
She and Sister Amy often struggle together with their vows of chastity. And I’m afraid it has to be admitted that the vows of chastity don’t usually win. But they’re young, they have years ahead of them to become more experienced in their nunnery’s ways.
Hurry up – imagine how awful she’d feel if she accidentally caused you a serious spinal injury, just because you were dawdling?
My SO had her beauty therapist look at my facial bruises one day. She said they were really nicely done.

Fans of this lovely lady may wish to watch her dancing as Wednesday, here. I mean, it’s not femdom or anything but it’s very… ummm… well, it’s just very. I believe that is the original, but I have to say I prefer the version set to Joy Division. But then, I is Bri-ish, innit?

Don’t worry: when she finally lets you go, you’ll feel very happy about that.
He initially denied taking any inappropriate photos, which is a bit foolish when there’s a photographic record and near-suicidally reckless when there’s both a photographic record and a very angry Madame Šárka.

Embracing inferiority

It’s such a relief to stop pretending.

Between the chores, privileges and of course those ‘little kindnesses’ she so likes you to show her, the day can get quite busy.
Whe nshe got there, she realised that of course they weren‘t there – she’d put them in the cellar. She was dreadfully embarrassed, poor thing.
Oh, I hope she’s not going to chat for long. I get so socially awkward in these situations.
Thank goodness. If there’s one thing every men’s group needs, it’s a woman’s guidance. Otherwise the conversation can go in all sorts of unproductive directions. Men can achieve so much when they are all working to a common purpose – imposed by a woman, obviously. Just see how much a chain gang can get done, for instance, given the proper motivation not to slack off.
At least four of them played suspiciously badly… almost as if they wanted to be, to be… no, that’s ridiculous.
Sonme of us want that even less than others. But we’re not the decisive half of ‘us’.

Just do as she says

hmm? So much easier.

Actually, guys with small penises have proportionately more everything. My little finger, for instance, is huge in comparison – a woman remarked upon it, once.
They’re reworking the pay structure too, to make it more discriminatory.
Zoe’s good at games, usually winning on the first move when she plays slaves at chess. She also enjoys playing ‘guess the voltage’.
I expect he’ll come up with some lavish belated gift or other… she can even make some suggestions while she has his full attention like this.
Of course it’s best to wear thick gloves when handling that X stuff as it can irritate the skin. But they’re professionals, they know how to handle things that can be irritating.
She likes to give her clients a ‘happy beginning’ occasionally.

Disdainful pleasures

Or at least, if you do mind,you’re OK with her ignoring that?
Any man who still clings to outdated notions that women are slow to adopt technology should try locking an electric shock device onto his genitals and handing his partner the remote. He’ll soon learn.
I’m sure they’ll all accept Fergus’s heartfelt apologies, eventually.
I’d be very anxious, if I were her husband, but I guess that just shows why he needs the pills.
It’s funny how many men visit ladies like ‘Strict Auntie Susan’, claiming their wives don’t understand them… when if given half the chance, those wives would understand all too well.
I’m sure she appreciates the clarification and she’ll show that in her response.