yes I know spiders are arachnids not insects but theyre like insects aren’t they?

Intelligences greater than man’s

“minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic...”

It’s a science fiction special.

Actually, he doesn’t even need to access the control software. All the sexbots that can have dominatrix modes enabled come with a safeword on a piece of paper, at the bottom of the box . Unfortunately, the makers imagined their customers reading the instructions leaflet all the way through at the start of the unpacking process, then carefully following the recommended procedure, step by step. Rather than just tearing it open, ignoring the leaflet and powering their new toy up straight away. Forgetting, in short, that their customers were male and unlikely to have a female assisting in the unpacking process of this particular product. Oh well. Think of it as a learning opportunity.

You want to watch out for those dominatrix sex robots…

Girls cosplay Star Trek for the futuristic vision and for the strong character development, boys for the miniskirts and boots.

Galactic law says that a superior species like theirs has to respect the customs of the planet they invade – and that is what they are doing. Just not the human inhabitants’ customs. Spiders live here too… who’s to say we’re right and they’re wrong?

They say that great inventors are rarely appreciated in their own time. Which is not the case here: these two seem to be very appreciative of the technological breakthrough this chap has produced.

As I always say, there’s nothing girls can do that boys can’t, as long as it is explained slowly enough using simple words, and it’s understood that we’ll probably fuck it up.

Incidentally, in the ‘other’ universe Artemis 9 made a flawless re-entry (female pilots…) but there was an unfortunate misunderstanding when the (tragically male) President greeted the returning heroines. In fairness, everyone agreed that he *did* have a very slappable face.

With every intention of surrendering to fifty-foot women

Oh and the pain is so sweet.

Yay, it’s another science fiction special! Yay…?

He does. He’s actually a very unpleasant human being. Believe me: I’ve known him for over 50 years.

It Came From Outer Space

And this is how the message ran…

She should put him in the stocks. ‘Cos the sonic doesn’t work on wood.

I believe there are still traces from which civilisation could be reconstructed, under the guidance of the Galactic Community.

I think you’re about to experience their rigorous clinical testing procedures personally

I would just like to point out that as an arachnophobe, I did not at all enjoy searching Google images for the picture on the right hand side in the background there. I suffered for my art. Now it’s your tur – oh, I did that one already, didn’t I?

I don’t really understand how anyone can be an atheist, in a world that contains Arianna Grande.

What’s that you say, blog ‘reader’? You don’t think this one fits in with the overall science fiction theme of today’s post? Oh yes, it does. You see: this is your future.

Enthralled

What a lovely word. I am her thrall.

Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about!

It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death.

I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth.

Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play.

He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office.

Dark-hearted commentary

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And so do hunger, cold, discomfort and terror.

It’s actually the sign of a really considerate, thoughful guy not to protest when his date decides to fuck someone else whose more attractive. Sweet guys like that are the ones that the really hot girls all want to settle down with, eventually. I’m told.

They taste much the same. Don’t wriggle quite as much while you’re waiting for permission to chew, that’s the only real difference, I find.

He has ambitions to be a Junior Housemaid’s assistant, but I suspect that’s beyond his reach. Still, one can dream.


If it’s sunny, he’d better wear a hat. Fortunately he has lots of hats: it’s almost the only kind of present he ever gets.* Everyone seems to think it’s such an original gift idea… it would be heartless to tell them – and despite everything, he’s not a bitter man.

* Thank you Iain M Banks, Use of Weapons.

Our youngers and betters

I suppose it never hurts to go through things again, just to make sure. Well… I don’t mean it never actually hurts – obviously it does hurt – I just mean…. oh , you know.

The longer it goes on, the longer his pleasureable anticipation, I suppose.

I wonder what she has planned for the evening. For you, that is.

Aww… is there a little furry… hairy, leggy, fangy.. friend in there with you? Or several.

You, by contrast, can easily go quite badly wrong. But you’ll know when you do.

Annhilatrices

You know the ‘trix’ ending is almost the only example I can think of where femdom culture ‘dominates’ the mainstream. In principle, one can speak of an editrix, adminstratrix or investigatrix, but it’s only going to conjure up an image of a lady in leather with a whip. As most things do for me, to be honest, but I’m talking about normal people.

Incidentally, is a female alligator an alligatrix?

Incineratrix

This particular incineratrix is the wonderful Goddess Sophia, who has occasionally been unlucky enough to have raw untreated Servitor spilling out across her dungeon floor, but she always managed to get it under control before too long. A powerful and creative lady.

She’s trying to transform the harsh, uncaring image of the findomme business. Although not too much, obviously, or what would be the point of it?

The ball gag is an essential element in this style of play, to make sure the little horrors don’t go crawling in where they’re not wanted. And to prevent him screaming out his safeword, which ironically enough in this case is ‘arachnophobia’. What’s that you’re asking? ‘What about his nostrils’? Well, don’t be silly – that would block his breathing passages, wouldn’t it? Honestly, how many times must I remind everyone: safety first! That’s rules 1, 2 and 3 in BDSM, yeah? That’s why she’s using the non-poisonous kind, too, see?