Unlikely stories

Longtime ‘readers’ will know that this blog takes particular care over the realism of the scenes it depicts. Specifically: nothing here is intended to be even remotely realistic; the blog aims for zero plausibility and I’m proud to say it usually comes pretty close.

Over the years, I’ve presented scenes from a totalitarian female supremacist future, I’ve traced the history of femdom back a few hundred years and I have written sweet lesbian love stories (not in itself unrealistic, but set against a backdrop of thrilling scientific breakthroughs, as well as savage torture scenes usually resulting in the violent death of almost every male character) in the Serena and Alice series.

But I’m confident I have never before put up a post that takes our beloved femdom scene quite as far away from what we normally think of as ‘reality’ than this. Be warned.

Contemplant le divin



Regular readers will know that this blog’s theme does not lend itself well to standing up bravely against intimidation.  Quite the opposite, actually.  Nonetheless, although I don’t often mention it here, this blog is produced in Paris, where I live.  So, I just want to say:

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’etendard sanglant est levé!
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
 
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
 
 
 
 
For those of you looking for something more in the usual line, try  this:
 
 
Or wait until Tuesday.

Maybe they will, maybe they won’t

BBC is reporting that Google has changed its mind.

But I haven’t received an email – and they obviously can email all owners of adult blogs if they want to because that’s what they did when they announced the new policy. Which might now be the old policy, or it might still be the new policy. Who knows?

I’d like to introduce whoever’s responsible for this at Google to a few ladies I know. Ms de Lacy, for example, Madame Sarka or the lovely Cassie Hunter. Or all three at once. I’d even pay the session fee myself, as long as I got to write the scene and to watch.

No doubt all will become a little bit clearer.

The end – and a beginning

So, due to a change in Google’s policies, this blog will not be posting new content from now on and from March 23rd will be closed. 

I will start putting new content on Tumblr, where up until now I have been cross-posting some of the material I put up here. That will become the main blog, in effect, although the way I post might be a little different (at first I will just be putting up a daily captioned image, while I think about how better to use the format).

http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/ 

Now, about the old stuff.

Google seem to be saying that this current blog will remain in existence but will be ‘closed’ – visible only to me and invited guests.  It will not be updated, but if you would like to retain access to it, as an archive, I understand you have to ask to be invited, providing an email address. Please go ahead and ask – I will invite anyone who wants to be invited.  I have set up an email address for requests for invitations and it is:

Letmecontemplate[squirly at sign]yahoo.com

Just put something in the subject line saying that’s what it is (I probably won’t reply, if it’s just a request).  I won’t issue any invitations until after the blog is closed by Google on March 23rd, and I find out how to do that, but by all means put in a request whenever you like. 

Don’t forget that you can read most of the stories in free books available on Scribd, using the links to the right there.  I’ll get around to putting together the remaining stories as a third volume some time (but the more recent ones aren’t as good anyway).

I will also try to put the old captioned images somewhere more accessible.   I have about 2000 and uploading them to Tumblr seems like a lot of work. Is there a reasonably kink-friendly image sharing site that would be easy to use? 

And I hope to see you all on Tumblr!

Best wishes, thank you all for reading and commenting and taking part in the fantasy. 

Servitor

Yet more secrets of a happy marriage

Many of you have turned to me for advice on your relationships.  OK, here’s some advice: you’re insane.  Have you read this blog?
 
Meanwhile, for any readers who enjoyed the first Seven Secrets of a Happy Marriage or the second – or even both – here’s, ermm… seven more.

 

1.  Learn to notice the little signs that show your partner might be upset with you
 

 
2.  If you’re going to reappraise the way you share
responsibilities for the family finances, choose your moment with care, when
your partner will be at his most receptive.
 
 
 

 
3.  Oddly enough, competitive sports can be a way of bringing a couple closer together.  Just because you’re a team now in everything else, doesn’t mean you can’t test your strength against each other from time to time! And why not up the stakes a bit, by making the loser do all the household chores for a while?
 

 
 
 
 
4.  If your new wife is a divorcee, don’t freak out if she wants to introduce you to her former husband.  She’s probably trying to tell you something about herself.
 
 

 

 
5.  Don’t worry about always looking for novel ways to please your partner.  Many women get off just on the way they know their husband will be waiting quietly for them when they get back home, same as always.
 





6.  Little tip: why not tell her you’d like her to choose what you wear from now on?  Try it – you might be surprised at how much she’ll enjoy finding new things for you.
 
 
 
 
 

7.  Many men try to make themselves scarce when their wives invite their friends around.  But don’t.  OK, it’s going to be a bit awkward, being the only man there.  But if she wants you to stick around, it just means she’s going to enjoy showing you off to her friends, and what could be wrong with that?
 

 

Learning to crawl

Bring me to my knees



Other world kingdom pony play
Never mind.  If she does do any damage to his back, I expect the six hours on hands and knees scrubbing the stone floors of the Chateau that she has planned for him this afternoon will make it better again.




Male maid business
In one case, the client turned out to be the same man.  Of course, when he found out that he was paying twice to clean his own apartment, he complained to her.  He still finds it uncomfortable to sit down, I understand.

Wife with a cane and a question
Just go ahead and say what you think.  You don’t get the cane for telling the truth, only for lying.  And impertinence.

 




Femdom cage performance
You know, last year my wife forgot our anniversary!  I was so disappointed.  And when I reminded her, she said it was too late, and anyway she couldn’t remember where the key was!  Forgetful thing, she is.  Hope she remembers this year.
 




Another long femdom castration caption
She’s even asked them to put a special note on your file: not to be castrated. Just in case.  So can you calm down, now, hmm?



Guest publication

Well, here’s my very first guest publication, from a remarkable contribution in the comments section a week ago by Surrendered Husband, in response to this:



It’s a privilege for me to share it up here, where I thought it might get the wider audience it deserves.

Over to you, Surrendered:


Men’s Lib



Society is an absolute gynarchy now and has been since anyone can remember. Well
at least as far back as the elementary history lessons that boys are taught
go.

After their six years of school, the best looking, best behaved boys
enter their lives of domestic service doing endless routines of cooking,
cleaning, and serving women. The women of course live like the Queens that they
are.

Other boys who are not as good looking or behave badly are assigned
to hard, dirty, menial jobs which shorten their life spans and insure that the
‘good boys’ will continue to ‘be good’ or they too could be
‘reassigned’.

The best of the ‘good boys’ become male wives for rich and
powerful women. While there, they live as her cook, maid, and sex toy for as
long as she wants him. Divorce laws for cases filed by women are very liberal.
Men are not allowed to file. The lucky men are treated as mindless, coquettish
children. Others are treated as slaves and beaten into
submission.

Despite these conditions there does exist a minor underground
or “Men’s Libbers” who make very basic human rights requests such as limits on
punishments, more education, cleaner and safer working conditions.

When
women hear about men becoming ‘uppity’ and are starting to talk about equality
between the sexes they usually laugh at them and their male foolishness.

But when men are caught spewing this vile “Men’s Lib” poison they are
severely punished. Only the prettiest and otherwise best behaved ones remain in
their much coveted domestic roles. Other are sent to the fields or factories to
be worked to death. First time offenders simply have their domestic chores
schedule increased drastically to insure that they have no time to waste on such
silly and pernicious thoughts.

“Men’s Lib” is the one unforgivable sin.
If it is allowed to fester the entire gynarchy could come tumbling down and the
women know it. So it is belittled, and then punished harshly.
Scenes:

“Oh don’t tell me you are one of those silly “Men’s Libbers” now are you? You’re
such a pretty boy! Where would you get such foolish ideas? Now be a dear and get
me another drink. Oh and change into your new bedroom boy outfit. You know the
one I just bought you silly!”

“I found this “Men’s Lib” pamphlet in your
dresser honey. I think you need a good sound spanking, corner time, and then I’m
thinking about having you scrub my kitchen floor AND my bathroom floor every
night for a month with a strap on mouth brush. Oh and I’m putting you in a
single sleeve while you do it too! That should keep you from wasting MY time
with this foolishness!”

“A restriction put on how much a wife can paddle
her husband? Preposterous! How will order in the home ever be
maintained?”

“Hey have you heard? The police just arrested a bunch of
those “Men’s Lib” freaks! They were meeting without a permit. Yeah, as if they
would EVER get one! They are all down in the public square in the stocks for 48
hours! Let’s go beat their asses RAW!!!”

“I simply don’t understand any
boy today wanting to take college prep classes when they should be focused on
their Home Ec. Work! I mean what woman would want to marry some boy who wants to
act strong and independent like a woman?!”

“Oh No, Honey! I would
never want to be one of those icky “Men’s Libbers”! I’m a traditional boy at
heart! I just want to get married and keep a house for my Lady and raise her
children for her!”

“Oh that’s so sweet! Why don’t you go make me a
sandwich and get me a beer while you are up? And hey why don’t you put on those
cute tight spandex shorts I bought you. You know I love to see your package
wrapped all pretty like that. That’s my boy…”
“OK, Honey! Do you REALLY think
they look pretty on me?”

“Some of the girls are coming over later.
Do you think you could have the washing and vacuuming done by then? We’re gonna
watch the game and that noise is not something we should have to put up with. Oh
and could you make us some snacks? You’re such a doll!”

“Now how is that
offensive? All I said was that you had a pretty little butt! Now don’t go
getting all ‘huffy’ now. You know there are laws against “Men’s Lib” in this
country! You didn’t think about that now did you? Well now that you’ve thought
about it, why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap for a while Sugar? Oh
and unbutton that shirt of yours. You know how I like to see you
dress…”

“Who could do their chores, keep fit, and dress nicely and still
have time for that silly “Men’s Lib” stuff?”


“You say I’m ‘Such a
sexist’, that I am ‘So Bad’, well how come I make you so hard when I talk like
this? That’s cause that is what boys like!”

“Oh don’t talk like that! You are
such a naughty woman!”


“It’s a good thing you are so beautiful and
so strong or no boy would want to go out with you, you sexist!”

“I’ll show
you what sexist is, Sugar Plum…”


Thank you again, Surrendered Husband.  Here are some links I suggested in my reply: if you haven’t been following Contemplating the Divine from the beginning, you might like these magazine covers (link) . They look to me as if they must have come from the very future you describe. There’s a disgraceful “Men’s lib” publication even among these, so the future isn’t perfect. Not yet.

It’s nothing to do with me – I’m certainly no supporter of “male liberation” – but you might also like this external site:
http://www.maleliberationfront.com/aboutmlf.html

An interview with Servitor

Responding to popular request from absolutely no one, the
reclusive author of this blog has decided to reveal some of the secrets of his
art, by being interviewed.  Our celebrity
guest interviewer today is Mistress Whippenham, a highly experienced pro-am
domination expert, normally based in Ilfracombe in Devon, South-West England,
but today here in the blog room as a figment of Servitor’s imagination.  I’m sure you’re all keen to know everything about
Contemplating the Divine and its author, so here we go.

Mistress Whippenham
Servitor (kneeling): Mistress Whippenham, it’s a great pleasure and an
honour to have you with us today.  I don’t
know whether you are a regular reader of the blog, but I hope that after today
you might become so.  I am of course
ready to answer any questions you might have for me.

Mistress Whippenham: Oh shut up, servitor, you snivelling little worm.  Fetch me a drink.

Servitor fetches her a
drink, hands it to her and kneels back before her.

Servitor: Thank you for letting me serve you, Mistress.  Now, turning to the interview –

Mistress Whippenham (sharply): I thought I told you to shut
up, didn’t I servitor?  I’m not
accustomed to being disobeyed, or to having to repeat myself.

Servitor (uncertainly): But Mistress, the interview –

Mistress Whippenham: Right. 
Gag.  NOW, worm!

What are you looking at, you little pervert?  How dare you!

Servitor reluctantly
puts on a ball gag, and gently bows for Mistress Whippenham to tighten
the strap at the back.  She does so, and also takes the opportunity to fit a leather hood over his head.

Mistress Whippenham: Much better.  Right then, let’s get on with the interview.  Where are those questions?

Servitor silently
(obviously) hands her a piece of paper.

Mistress Whippenham (reading): Where do you get the ideas
for your amusing captions?

Servitor: Nnnng mmmmpppphh grrrnnntnnnt, Mmmmmtttttthhh.

Mistress Whippenham: Uh huh. 
And what software do you use to make them?

Servitor: Wnnnnggg, mmmnnggnnnh ng nggggnnnn hnnmmmrrrrrnnnt
ngt hnnngggnng ng mmmmbbt nnnghhhmmmnnth.

Mistress Whippenham: Whatever.  Not like anyone gives a fuck.  What sources do you use for the vanilla
photos?  Don’t take long answering, boy.

Servitor: Nngggnnnh mmmthhheeeernnnh, cnnngthrnnngttth  hhhnnnggthg. 
MMmmmngth.

Mistress Whippenham: Right. 
And, it says here, when did the obsession with Anne Hath – oh I’m not
reading this shit, servitor. It’s as dull as everything else on this stupid
pervy little wank-fest you call a blog.  No one’s interested in
you, and I’m certainly not.  Apologise to
the readers for wasting their time!  NOW!

Servitor:  Nnnnggg
mnnnnhhheee nnnngggeee ngh mannnngggtthhhng mmmmnnnggggnnth.

Mistress Whippenham: That’s better.  Ridiculous little man.  Now fuck off.
Servitor fucks off.
Servitor trying to fuck off but failing to find the door.


Wasn’t that great? If
you have any more questions for Servitor, please write each one out 400 times
by hand, and send it to Mistress Whippenham somewhere in Ilfracombe, or better yet just throw it away.

NB, Servitor will be enjoying a holiday – regrettably not in the flood-drenched Devonshire dungeons of Mistress Whippenham – for the next three weeks.  Posts will continue, aided by the magic of blogger’s “scheduling” but comments won’t be answered for quite a while.

Shameful

Isn’t it?  And doesn’t that just feel great?




Femdom honeymoon
Welcome to the second day of the rest of your life.



Unwanted blonde attention
Cucumbers… it’s so silly to be jealous of a cucumber.  Sigh.


Dominatrix daughter look out!
Actually, she’s doing a school project on it.


Hand over mouth fetish Mmmmphhh!
Admittudlee, therez a slite risk of brane dammige, but nuffin to worry none, no way.


serious caning
Yes, Ma’am.

Springtime rituals

On this Spring Equinox, in countries and cultures across the world, celebrations take place each year to celebrate Spring.  Many, of course, particularly focus on the female form, perhaps as the human embodiment of the generative powers of the new season, or possibly just as an excuse to ogle pretty girls wearing less than they have been during the winter month.

It is a little-known* fact that many of these celebrations have a strong femdom theme, perhaps to symbolise the driving out and scourging of winter by the power of the new seasons, or perhaps – again – as an excuse to be whipped by those same scantily-clad pretty girls.  Which is it?  We’ll probably never know.  Or care. 

Anyway, as a service to readers, we present here a round-up of some of the more…forceful… Spring celebrations, from around the world.



In Bulgaria a delightful tradition known as ‘first-footing’ takes place on this day.  Males are required to kneel down and kiss the shoe of the first lady they encounter in the street.  She for her part then either places a flower into his hair immediately – as a signal that he is free to go on – or may require a task or service to be performed.  If a lady suspects that a male has not emerged from his house by 12 noon, she may enter the premises in search of him.  All tasks must be completed by midnight, so a male who really does not want to take part will have no more than 12 hours of being at another’s beck and call to contend with.  In any case, recently laws have been passed to ensure that first-footers are not subjected to anything that can reasonably be expected to cause them irreparable harm, and first-footers may not be used for criminal purposes.  So there is really very little to worry about.  Tourists are welcome, and expected to take part.



A ‘first footer’, greeting the Spring with an affectionate kiss.



Despite the onset of Spring, the weather in Bulgaria can remain very poor at this time of year – so this enterprising Bulgarian lady has taken advantage of the first footing ceremony to keep dry in the rain!



In the town of Åasblød in Norway, the Spring Festival of the Birch takes place on this day.  All the men of the town who turned 18 in the previous year swim naked in the lake in the morning.  Then, naked and cold, they run to a lodge in the forest.  There, ladies who turned 18 in the prevous year, together with those turning 28, 38 and 48, have been gathered since the evening before, fashioning fine bundles of rods from the proud forests around.  The men are secured tightly over logs and birched vigorously, in a process that usually starts in an orderly fashion with the ladies forming a queue in front of each male, but often typically degenerates into mayhem, as bits of birch fly everywhere and the air fills with the shrieks of flogged males and the delightful murmur of female laughter and conversation.

Once all the rods have been used up, a white cloth is pressed to the backside of each of the secured males, to produce an impression in blood to recall the day.  This memento is kept safe, and usually presented to a bride by her groom on a wedding night, as part of the ‘Marriage night ritual of the birch’.  As a matter of fact, the birch tree is the centrepiece of much of the cultural life of Åasblød, with no fewer than 17 festivals over the course of the year devoted to this noble plant.

The young ladies delight in making artistic arrangements of the birch sprays, using pretty ribbons and even interweaving flowers into the bundle.  There are prizes for the prettiest – and then later, prizes for the most bloody flogged bottom too.  Good girlish fun.

 






In South Africa it’s not actually Spring, because it’s in the southern hemisphere.  Nevertheless, on or around this date, a tradition has developed in recent years called “Apology Day”.  A powerful figure from the apartheid regime is selected, as are several representatives of the new, young, multiracial South Africa.  This year, Capetown’s former police chief is the main participant, and the photo below shows him with two of the youngsters selected to engage in dialogue with him about the apartheid era.  Interestingly, although he will be free to go once the day is over, he might well emulate his predecessors in choosing to go into domestic service for one or more of his young examiners, presumably out of a sense of remorse.

Young citizens prepare for Apology Day, along with this year’s lucky ‘volunteer’ for atonement.



In Iceland, men are released from chastity and allowed to come on this day.  Then they are locked up again.  There’s no great ceremony around it, but if you’re visiting Iceland on business or on holiday, it’s worth considering going at this time of year (or the Autumn Solstice of course) as it can provide a welcome moment of relief from Iceland’s otherwise strict chastity laws.  If you’re staying in a hotel, the chambermaid will probably have your key but you should always ask at reception the night before, to ensure you don’t miss out.

Welcome to Iceland.  Hold still now.

* note for new readers: little-known because completely untrue – see the disclaimer to the right about the veracity of information presented on this blog.

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