Contemplating the divine – Page 174 – Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.

New year, same old…

Actually, in most conversations it’s good to have a hairbrush handy. Just in case.

Quite right. What’s the worst that can happen?

I don’t know who this lady is, but if anyone does, please let me know and I will crawl to her in person to beg forgiveness… and also credit the picture.

Actually, all her dungeon equipment is.

This is Mistress Bella, presumably to be found at thaidomina.com. I wonder what that site’s about?

Philosophy. It’s a girl thing.

And these lovelies are from a video by popular musical group White Flame. Easy enough to find. Harder to like.

Again.

A lot of people live secret lives, hiding their true selves away, fearful of mocking and misunderstandings. I’ve certainly done that for decades – decades too long, I would say. Well, I’ve made a momentous decision for the new year. I’m going to speak in public about what I truly feel in private. I’m going to – not ‘admit’ because that implies wrongdoing – but celebrate my sexuality. I’m going to share this first with you – the loyal readers of this blog.

Out loud and out proud.

Here we go…

(deep breath)

I, Servitor, have a sexual fetish. I get sexually aroused by thoughts of sexually dominant women, controlling, punishing and humiliating me. I am, in short, a sexual ‘submissive’.

There. That feels so much better! No doubt I’ll lose many readers of this blog, shocked at the nature of these revelations – but it’s their loss and not mine. I’d like to thank those readers broadminded enough to keep on reading. You know my secret now – and that’s a sacred trust. I know I can rely on you, even though I have not the slightest idea who any of you are.

Actually, I thought for a moment they were the punishment gloves. Or the other punishment gloves.

It does seem rather odd that I (for example) am not allowed on the furniture but I do still get to choose the Government.

Puppy play! In my youth I liked puppy play. Sadly, now it’s ‘tired old dog being dragged around slowly on aching knees under threat of a whipping’ play.

Oh. I think I have a lot of bad habits that I might need some help with, you know.

You know, there’s really nothing like a chastity belt for putting ladies at their ease with you. It takes away all that nonsense about being male, or a potential sexual partner, and allows you to just be yourself.

When the godesses wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

True on so many levels.

I hope you had a good Christmas. I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance.

In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites. Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.

Don’t worry if you can’t fill it. Just ask one of the other men standing alongside you. I’m sure they won’t mind.

Boyfriends! The curse of the sissy sub’s life. Still, I suppose someone has to play the football.

It’s good that she’s not letting these petty irritations affect her work. No messing about, just getting on with it. That’s the way.

Ah, the majesty of the legal system.

“Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought.

She knows if you’ve been bad or good

So be bad, for goodness’ sake!

Try to look more pleased. She went to all that effort, after all.

It works on the opposite principle from the usual ones. Every day, another slave is locked in. Then on Christmas Day itself, they all spend the entire day inside, with no food, being ignored by the ladies and having to piss and shit on the ones below. It’s a very special time of year.

Hmmm. Looks like a single domme session after all. Still, maybe she’ll make it a memorable one.

Oh, wouldn’t that just be awful? Sigh.

This lovely image is from the English Governess site.

Remember – a cage is for life, not just for Christmas.

Extra pictures! Not just the usual five! Iiiit’s Christmas!

I wouldn’t worry about it. Everyone always loses fiddly little things like that at Christmas. They usually turn up.

She could have put reindeer horns on him. For a festive touch. Don’t you think?

This is the redoubtable Mistress Wildefyre, in a photoshoot at (the public front of) a site called Cruel Women Rules. Thanks to Gameboy, blogger at Following Blindly Again, for the identifycation.

Don’t worry about getting him a present. It’s her.

Frankly, Mistress, spank me

The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.

The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry

No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Onward, with feeling:

I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest. All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they? It must be true – the Internet sez so.

Keeps you fit. Very good for your health. Until she reaches five, anyway.

One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise.

The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever.

Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet.

A lucky break

Hi Sweetie! Listen, I met
someone you used to work with, last night.
I mean, before you lost your job. One of Rob’s friends. Brad – somebody? Yes, that’s right. Tall guy, very good-looking. Was he in your team? Did he?
Wow, hard to imagine you being his boss.

Anyway, he’s got your old job, now. Well – sort of. They’ve expanded it a bit, given him two
extra divisions to manage I think.
They’re doing really well!
He said you weren’t very good at winning
business because clients found you a bit creepy, or something like that. Funny what a difference these little things make! Oh, and apparently your team never liked you much. But with him in charge, all that’s
changed! Isn’t that great?

Anyway, I was telling him you’ve been unemployed all this
time, and how desperate you are for work, and that you’re looking for opportunities – and guess what he said!

Apparently, he needs a cleaner! Three hours a day, you know to pick up around
his apartment and do the dishes and his laundry and things like that. And he’ll pay 25% over minimum wage – because
he says he’s really messy! He told Rob that anyone who’d handwash his dirty socks deserved at least a 25% bonus over minimum wage. He’s such a funny guy – had us all laughing all evening.

Well, of course I said you’d love to! So maybe you can pop round today, and he can
show you where all the things are.

Oh –
and it gets better. He said he’d ask around at work, to see if anyone else needs laundry doing
or something! They’re all really busy,
and the company gave them all huge bonuses last year, so he reckons there’s a
good chance! He even had this brilliant business idea! You could do laundry for the whole team – you know, just pop into your old office two or three times a week and pick it up from anyone who has anything for you, then deliver it all again, all clean and neatly ironed, a day or two later. Wasn’t he clever to think of something like that! Maybe that’s why he’s so much more successful than you were.

Wasn’t that lucky! He’s
really nice, actually. I hope he’s there
again tonight.

Enthralled

enthrall (v.)

also enthral “to hold in mental or moral bondage,” 1570s, from en- (1) “make, put in” + thrall. Literal sense is from 1610s.

Kinky etymology. You only get it here. Don’t you?

I think she should allow them more food, don’t you?

$More mathematical domination$

Math is hard. So’s she.

She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway.

Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm.

She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em.

Reunited

It’s so cool
to see the two of you again, after all these years. So -while she’s stepped out of the room, how are things between you and Fiona? Hey? Still
great? You were always, like, this perfect
couple?

Yeah? Does she?
Yeah I did notice you were quite quiet around her. Well, she was always quite bossy. I guess you knew that when you married her.

Oh – I’m
sure it’s not as bad as that! Lots of
couples have rules. And it’s not like
you were ever going to be the one in charge in this marriage, is it? Not with Fuhrer Fiona in charge! That’s what we used to call her at school.

Doe
she? Wow.

But you were
into that anyway, weren’t you?
I remember, when we were together, you were always asking me to smack your
bottom, or tie you up. That’s one of the reasons we
split up… I like the man to be in charge. I think
you’re really lucky to have found someone else who’s into it. I’m sure she doesn’t beat you that hard.

Does
she? Wow. Well, I don’t know anything about that
stuff. But you look OK to me. You’ve lost weight, for one thing. You look good.

What?

Oh don’t be
ridiculous! How could I help you
‘escape’! You’re not a prisoner
here. I’m sure you could leave any time
you wanted!

What? Oh good grief! Nobody’s a ‘slave’ any more. I mean, not really. I think the two of you are just going through
a bad patch, that’s all. And the kinky
sex thing is just making it a bit more complicated. But I expect you’ll work it out.

Oh
dear. Now I’ve upset you. Look – stop crying, I’ll help if I can, OK?

Well maybe I
could talk to her about how you’re feeling, and –

Oh calm
down! Stop panicking! I’m her oldest friend, I know how to tell her
things.

Anyway, here
she comes now. Don’t worry. I won’t tell her directly, but maybe tonight
when we’ve had a few drinks I’ll just let on that you told me you’re a bit
unhappy with her, OK? I’m sure she’ll be
fine with it. Then the two of you can start working through your differences after I’ve gone.

Shhh! Not a word!

Special pleading

…it’s her favourite sort.

It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned!

I take it no one in my audience will fail to recognise these as the magnificent Eleise de Lacy and Domina Lisa, here in a Femme Fatale Films production?

Thought not – you bunch of perverts.

I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that.

This is from Planet Femdom. I have loads of stills from this shoot – it’s great, don’t you think? He’s so small! She’s so tall! Brilliant! I’m just going to keep on putting essentially the same caption on all of them. Love it!

And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that.

Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her.

Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules….

After school activities

Hi Honey!

Listen – Miranda called today. You remember she started teaching at that new
school? That’s right. Sex education for a class of seventeen
year-old girls. I mean, can you imagine!

Anyway, she came round a couple of days ago, because she
knows you had the operation a few years ago, and she wanted to borrow the
jar. Show them what male genitalia
really look like.

So of course I said yes (sorry – hope that’s OK with you!).

Well, apparently the kids were really interested! I mean, that’s amazing – normally they only
care about Facebook and stuff like that.
And she wants to use that in her teaching – you know, get them talking
about sexual politics, how traditional gender roles are changing, the image of
the ‘castrating woman’ in literature and popular culture… You know?

So, she was wondering if we could go in and talk to the
class some time. To talk about how we
handle sex now – apparently when she first told them, they thought we were both celibate!

I thought maybe we could pop in next Tuesday. She’d do it as an after school activity – you
know, put up a poster and just see how many turn up.

You’re not busy on Tuesday, are you? I told her it would probably be OK, but I
thought I’d better just check first.

Don’t worry – it won’t be like this. You’ll get a much bigger audience, I’m sure.