Subination and dommission





Time to put those bra-fastening skills to work!  You trained for years for this – don’t mess it up.







My SO likes card tricks. There’s this one she does where I pick a card and I get the number of strokes of the strap equal to the number on the card.  Then she picks a card and I get the number of strokes of the cane shown on the card.  Then it’s my pick again, and so on. It’s not such a great trick, but she always finds it amusing.











I find the gentle touch of the electrodes somehow quite reassuring and comforting.  It’s like – I don’t have to worry about making my own decisions, you know?  Plus, every second they’re not making me scream in pain is a bonus, so they make you appreciate the moment.












Big break, Pansykins!  Do this right, you might be promoted to skivvy.









Ah… they’re going to play at being sailors.


Financial liabilities


Oh hi, Mr Travers. Do come in.  This is Emilie Haskins – one of my colleagues
who works in fixed-income products.
Thanks for dropping by. 
Look: I’ve been thinking about our last consultation.  I’d like to apologise for…maybe over-reacting to some of the little jokes you made.  As you said: you’re from
an older generation and I expect ‘in your day’ it was perfectly normal to
compliment a woman on her legs.  Not your fault if you’re a ‘leg man’ is it?  As you said.  And as you also so rightly said, it was partly my own fault for wearing quite such a short skirt. 
Just so as long as you remember that I’m your independent
financial advisor, not a ‘lovely bit of skirt’ as you so… amusingly
described me, I don’t see why we shouldn’t continue to have a business
relationship.
All right then, Mr Travers, if you want to put it that way!  As well as a lovely bit of skirt.  Goodness, the jokes never stop with you, do they?  Such fun.  Anyway: to be a bit more serious, we’ve identified a customised financial product that
we think is just right for you!  Haven’t we, Em?  
If you’d like to come and sit down – I’m afraid there’s only one chair, but Emilie here can perch on the desk.  As long as you don’t mind her looming over you like that?   No?  Didn’t think you would. Right then.

Now: this financial product.  It does
take some active management, so you’d need to come and see me and Emilie about
it… ooh at least once a month.  Or we could even visit you at home, if that’s easier for you?  Would
that be OK? Great.
Do you want to hear more about it…? I’ve got a 37 page brochure
here, just erm… excuse me Em, would you mind shifting your legs?  Yes: here it is.  So, you could take it away if you like and…?  No?  You OK with just going ahead and signing?
Mr Travers?  Goodness, you were miles away there!  I was saying: shall we just sign?  Great. 
Right: sign there. 
And there.  Sorry, I’ll make some space here on the desk next to Emily’s legs so you can sign.  Just there. No: there, Mr
Travers.  You won’t sign in the right
place unless you look at it, will you? That’s it.  This one’s for the bank: initial every page
and sign at the bottom. Super.  That’s
right, just leave the bit saying ‘Beneficiary’ blank: we’ll fill that in.   
And there’s another… oh, Emilie’s sitting on
it!  Mind out Em!  There we are – if you could just…?
Yes, I suppose you had better sign it while it’s
still warm! I warned you he was a joker, didn’t I, Em?  Goodness, Em… you look like you’re about to burst with laughter right now – but you have to keep that under control, OK?  Like we discussed.  Until the business is all settled.
Don’t mind her, Mr Travers. She’s just got a very lively sense of humour – just like you!    Anyway: you sign there, look: below where it says ‘Waiver’.  And again, under where it says: ‘Power of attorney’.  Brilliant. 
Great.  Well… I think
we’re done.  Unless you have any more
savings you haven’t told me about?  Right
then.  Well, I think you’re all set for
the financial future you most certainly deserve, Mr Travers. 
Oh – that’s Em bursting out in giggles again! You’ve certainly put her in a good mood, Mr Travers!   And I’ve enjoyed our chat too: it’ll be an absolute pleasure to take care of all your money.
We’ll call you in a few days, to
explain a thing or two, once all the funds have been transferred, OK?
Bye now! 

Kept men

(we don’t talk about the discarded ones).



Another 2% fantasise desperately about it not happening, or at least not so often and not quite so hard.
Featuring the lovely and no-nonsense Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress.
Right.  It’s about time all this nonsense stopped – I’m going to put my foot down. In fact, I’m going to stamp my foot – hard.  Several times.  And I’m going to to have a proper tantrum.  That should show her she can’t treat me like this.
Their faces usually fall again when she goes on to inform them that she will therefore proceed to the next thrashing, for the next item on her list.
I once asked my SO if she could feminise me, but she just laughed and said she’d love to, but I don’t have the IQ to make a convincing woman.
She cares a lot.



By the way, not ‘found femdom’ in any meaningful way, but over the break I’ve been watching episodes of 90s British sitcom Game On and perving ever so slightly to the lovely Samantha Janus and especially her relationship with the character Martin.  I watched it occasionally at the time it was broadcast and it’s as weird and spectacularly depressing as ever, as the basic set-up is that Matt – a neurotic, agoraphobic narcissist – rents out rooms in his flat to Martin (a wimp) and Mandy (a goddess!).  Martin is a virgin desperate for sex, while Mandy is frustrated with her life and hates herself for sleeping with so many men.  But (da-dum), the only men she absolutely will not have sex with are the other two characters.  With Matt, she refuses and pushes him away but with Martin it obviously never even occurs to her to have sex with him. There’s a lovely scene in this episode (intended to be the first ever, although they varied the order of broadcast), in which her latest boxer boyfriend takes up her whole bed, so she snuggles up with Martin, who lies there with an erection the whole desperate night.  Here, starting 16.22.  Ahhh…

So, yeah, not in any way femdom.  Except that Samantha Janus is quite literally a goddess and I for one intend to found a religion in her honour.

She is notionally Samantha Womack these days, but I’ll be hunting down Mr so-called Womack and forcing the blasphemer to change his name to Janus, as is only right and proper, so don’t worry about that.

New year, same old nonsense

Just, more of it than usual.

It’s not that special.  Chocolate log with a couple of profiteroles, basically.  I could do that. I don’t see why they need such a big carving knife for it, either.




There are few surer ways to keep the romance of marriage alive than doing your wife’s boyfriend’s laundry, and picking things up around his apartment.
And they say there are no jobs for men in the modern workplace!  There will always be shoes, I say and I don’t think we’re going to be seeing them cleaned over the Internet any time soon!
Probably.  Or some other reason.  Does it matter?

Don’t worry – they have a solar charger, so it’s very environmentally sound.  Anyway, no one could seriously consider it a ‘waste’ of electricity to shock a man’s testicles, could they?  It’s what electricity was invented for.



Mmm…. Sounds like there’s a heavy session in store!  And without even having to pay!  Well… not pay directly, anyway.
You can claim compensation from the airline, I expect.  Then get another one.  A nuisance but hardly the end of the world.  Except for him, obviously.

I’m hoping to develop a bead-sorting fetish.  Hasn’t happened yet, but there are many, many long nights ahead of me so there’s plenty of time.
I wish my wife would let me have a weekly allowance… imagine, money of my own to spend on whatever I want!  But she says I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility and she’s probably right.
Or maybe next year.

The delightful Mistress Eleise, the best view ever to appear through a periscope, here to round off this bumper holiday bonanza of… you can supply your own word beginning with b. 

And… just to finish off, a little found femdom starring the fabulous Emily Ratajkowski.
I recommend Mr Pinniped’s channel more generally, actually.

I hope all the female readers (OK, both the female readers) of this blog have a lovely 2019 and the rest of you have the miserable, soul-destroying time you so richly deserve and secretly crave.

Hurtful thoughts

I think writing lines is a ridiculous and pointless, tedious activity and there are few things I hate doing more than writing lines for hours at her command.  I told her that just the other day.  500 times, in fact.

I did an interview once. Check it out if you want to find out about the real Servitor, behind the leather mask.  Don’t read it if the thought of knowing the real Servitor makes you nauseous.
Ooh – looks like there might be a consciousness-raising session coming on!

There wasn’t much to begin with.
I often have ‘plenty to complain about’.  Regretably, I’m not allowed so it all goes to waste.


Happy Boxing Day, Paltego

Following a subtle hint in a reply to one of my comments on his wonderful Femdom Resource web site: here as a special, extra Boxing Day present for Paltego are some ‘turning point’ captions.  Of course, I’m not doing this just because Femdom Resource is a leading source of traffic for this blog.  It’s one of two leading sources, about equal with Google.  So Paltego’s blog is no more important than Google.  Hope that puts him firmly in his place.

Turning points.   Here are some more.

I hope this has worked out better than my subtle hints to my SO about what I wanted for Christmas. Oh well.  Maybe next year… or there’s my birthday.

 
















Ho ho ho

It’s that time of the year again!  A time for family, for friendship, songs and laughter…


… and here you are looking at porn on the Internet!  Lovely.  Well, have a merry Christmas anyway.  Try not to make a stain on the floor under the computer, hmm?

 




Naughty or nice?

Time for a seasonal game here at Contemplating the Divine.  No, not charades… not monopoly.  Nor even ‘pin the tail on the donkey’s testicles’, which can be a lot of fun for almost everyone taking part.


No, this year the game is to guess what Tumblr considers to be porn.  I have a Tumblr, or at least I did at the time of writing this, and it’s even less interesting than this blog because it only ever publishes stuff that has already been displayed here.  Nonetheless, Tumblr has decided that certain of my posts have to be suppressed as being too depraved for human eyes to look upon, and has therefore kindly taken it upon itself to protect the world by hiding them.  So no one will ever be corrupted by them again, thank goodness.  Unless they follow the many links from that blog to this one, obviously.  Or download the entire blog, including ‘hidden’ images using tumblrthree.  But Tumblr knows that’s not at all likely, so – phew, we’re all safe.  

Well… except you lot, who are here.  You’re going to hell, despite Tumblr’s best efforts to save you.


Still, before you go why not look at the images below, all of them published on my Tumblr blog, or queued up to be published, and see if you can guess which are OK with Tumblr and which are porn.  I know – this is something lots of other people have commented on too.  This blog is nothing if not derivative, OK?  But it’s Christmas… so: naughty or nice?




Nice!  Nothing wrong with this one.  Tumblr blocks images of sexual activity.  And this is just a lady dressed in leather who has recently whipped a naked man raw.  Good wholesome stuff.

Naughty!  Very, very naughty indeed!  Look at these shameless hussies… why they’re practically naked, underneath their clothes!  And if you look really, really closely, it might be that the trollop on the right’s nipples can almost be discerned through that near-transparent nightie she’s wearing. I understand one of Tumblr’s censors had to stare at that top for almost ten minutes, just to maake sure of that, but he did it so you don’t have to, thank goodness.  And they’re touching in a way that almost suggests lesbianism and we’re certainly not having anything like that on Tumblr, thank you very much!

Nice.  Oh thank goodness, after having to see that dreadful dreadful image of two ladies wearing not quite enough in close proximity, to encounter this wholesome image. This lady is NOT wearing a see-through nightie and you definitely can’t see her nipples.  No sex here: just a lovely image of a lady in military uniform heating a metal prod with a blow-torch.  She’s probably about to use it for some kind of wax sculpture or other artistic endeavour, I expect. This is the kind of thing that Tumblr wants to spread around the world, instead of ladies’… well, naughty bits .
Yeah, this one’s fine too.  Tumblr doesn’t object to images like this, which are absolutely and totally suitable for a family oriented site. In fact, why not print this one out and discuss with your kids what you think the gentleman in the picture might have done wrong, to be put into such a position?  Or – if they’re a little older and you’re talking to teenagers about possible careers – how much he paid to have someone do this to him. Whatever  – Tumblr says it’s all good.
Oh dear.  I am so sorry you had to see this.  But you can visit my Tumblr site in perfect safety, because it has been hidden from there.


Nothing remotely ‘adult’ here, says Tumblr.  Why that man is dressed like a little girl.  And the lady’s obviously ‘his’ mummy.  So they’re family.  Moving on.


Yeah, Tumblr’s OK with this too.  I mean, they’re not, like, prudes, y’know?  No reasonable person would find this offensive, right?

…something which certainly cannot be said for this torrent of filth!  Oh my – this is almost as bad as the earlier one!  I mean, OK, this time all the clothes are appropriately opaque, thank goodness, but that hand is once again suggestive of… well, I can hardly bring myself to mention such a disgusting concept but… ladies who, erm… like other ladies, if you know what I mean!  And that skirt is showing way too much leg.  You are NOT going out like that, young lady!  Not on Tumblr, anyway, which has thankfully banned this horrific image.

So there we are.  How many did you get right?  What do you mean, you ‘just looked at the captions underneath without bothering to guess in advance’?  That wasn’t the point of the game, not at all.  Perhaps you’d rather spend the afternoon writing 500 lines, hmm?

And you can keep doing that until Christmas, when there might be a special seasonal post.  But be warned: it is just possible that some of the images might show young adult females, in slightly risque outfits.  If you still want to come and see the blog after that warning, well… may Goddess have mercy on your dark, perverted soul. 

Deeply indebted to her

…but she sometimes lets me off the monthly interest if I consent to one of the ‘special’ games she likes to play.  It’s quite an incentive to keep the payments up, actually.

Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve heard you can see the sea from the bar they’re planning to spend the afternoon in, so I’m sure they’ll notice if the tide comes a bit further up than they were expecting.


Hmmm… it’s almost like they’re in a – what’s the word?  Predicament.

What can it mean?  I don’t know… I just work here.
Consent is very important in BDSM.  My SO absolutely insists on it.

Ah well.  Nearly got a freebie there.  You know… I was playing SPH humiliation scenes years before I knew that was a thing.  I just called it ‘dating’.