Contemplating the divine – Page 177 – 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.

Domesticated

Feral males can be such a nuisance, especially in urban areas, don’t you think? These ladies could sort all that out.

The ladies in the picture do actually seem to be carrying ~~canes. Isn’t that great?~~ swords. Not canes, swords. Oh well..maybe a quick 20 with the flat… hmmm?

This is the Chilean army according to the divine Ms Ayesha, so there we are. Chile. Long and thin. Very much so. I’ll admit I don’t know much else about Chile… but I know what I like.

A bleak lonely and miserable caption about kinky sex

If he only realised it, the triple whipping he gets occasionally is for his wedding anniversary. But men – they always forget, don’t they?

I think it’s a bit cruel. It’s not as if most men have that many brain cells to begin with.

Of course, she doesn’t use spurs and riding whip. Not on a pony.

Easy for her to say. She didn’t have to spend the night sleeping in the hotel corridor.

Even naughtier words

So, a while ago, I published a post drawing attention to – oh hang on, you want a sexy picture don’t you?

Got one right here…hold on a moment…don’t go off to tumblr yet, ah – here we go!

Ouch. Anyway, I was just saying that occasionally I like to draw attention to the fact that this blog doesn’t just publish pictures but words too. It’s quite a while since I wrote many stories, but in the early days on Contemplating the Divine (it was originally all in ASCII format incidentally; quite a challenge) there were lots. And newer readers of the blog might not realise that.

Of course, they’re easy enough to find using the ‘fiction’ tag in the cloud to the right there, just below the lovely lady with the whip, but I like to be helpful (my name is a clue, there) so here are some links to some more of those early tales.

If at first you don’t succeed. A rather typical “Mistress Valerie and Sandra” story, based on two ladies I used to know (who had different names). Light-hearted, depending for humour and erotic effect on the contrast between the casual nature with which the ladies treat matters that are, for the submissive, of painful urgency. As indeed do most of my captions, actually. Anyway, here’s another, about Daylight saving time.

Serena stories, like this one called Crossed Wires, on the other hand, while also intended to be humorous, are rather heavier. Mistress ‘Valerie’ mistreats her slaves without really noticing. Serena enjoys their agony. She is also surgically trained; quite a good combination. I have just written a new Serena story… 6500 words, so coming in spurts, as it were, fairly soon.

I think this one was intended as a Serena story, but she ended up being called Sabrina. Possibly just an idiotic mistake on my part. Wouldn’t be the first.

In the morning is just a silly little tale, turning on the difference between the sweeping romantic love with which we sub-males invest our relationships and perhaps a more practical, matter-of-fact approach from our (in this case loving) superiors.

This one is a sort-of school story, but like many of my captions, it’s intended to lift the curtain a little on professional domme relationships. It’s heavily inspired by a story called Dame School in the wonderful collection by Louise Malatesta: The Queen of the Grove. If you take your kink very seriously, you won’t like this sort of thing. But for me, it actually adds to the humiliation that the school scene is not real. As I explain to pro-dommes gracious (and unlucky) enough to receive me – I don’t want them actually to pretend that I’m a naughty boy. I’m a middle-aged pervert being treated like a naughty boy… and they are very welcome to express their contempt and amusement at that.

This one, about a femdom programme taking control of the computer, actually seems to get a lot of hits. Maybe it’s the title? People search for femdom story, and get this? Good.

I do quite a lot of this sort of thing – little pastiches of fairy tales and so on. A bit like captions really.

Finally, I’d completely forgotten it but I wrote a huge, three part tale early on in this blog’s history, about a guy who is living a very heavy femdom relationship, but doesn’t realise it (oh, you’ll just have to read it to see what I mean). Bizarrely, I remember thinking at the time, this was a nice little idea that could be dealt with in a paragraph or two. A Normal Marriage Part 1, followed by Part 2, and then concluded with the excitingly-named Part 3.

Right. If you’ve read down this far, I reckon you deserve another picture of a lovely, don’t you?

Restraining orders

Yes please. Those.

These too:

The leash is invisible, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one there.

Rather a thoughtless gift, as she can’t drive, don’t you think? I expect he’ll be punished for that. When she can be bothered.

Pain-killers don’t work, anyway. I was taking some, for a minor condition, but when I went to visit my Significant Other the nipple clamps still hurt like hell. I’m thinking of complaining to the Adertising Standards Authority.

I cant remmebre what this femdom caption was about

Yes, being caged up for that long is pretty scary. But not as scary as Lucy.

That would be really helpful, actually. I find that almost every day, there are some moments when I catch myself not thinking about Anne. Of course, it doesn’t happen often, but it’s still a bit worrying.

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.

Inconsequential

Mostly, that’s me. But occasionally, my behaviour has consequences, and sometimes I just have to sit quietly and reflect upon that.

Just talk about whatever comes to mind.

Actually, several of her classmates still fear her, but they pay for the privilege now.

His and hers – something for everyone. But always check it fits before leaving the shop.

I expect she’ll be terribly embarassed when she discovers her mistake.

No really. You’ll be screaming too. You’ll see.

They who must be obeyed

The title based of course on the splendid in concept (but disappointing in realisation – just ask a frustated 13 year old desperately looking for femdom material in the early 1980s) nineteenth century novel She, by H Rider Haggard. There’s actually a sequel too, called Ayesha (although I always thought it ought to have been called She’s Back), which puts me in mind of a remarkable lady with a more serious and worthy blog than this one. She has introduced me and others to the concept of “saudade“, which makes me think that I am perhaps spiritually Galician-Portuguese.

Anyway, this isn’t getting those captioned images of female domination onto your screens and into your brains, so we’d better get on with it.

Or don’t keep calm. That bit’s up to you.

I think she’ll come to appreciate the gift in time. Young love is all very well, but experienced wives know the value of a good leather whip.

If you’re considering asking for a refund, do bear in mind that she is still holding the whip.

I don’t know why some men pay for public humiliation. It’s easy enough to get it for free, I find.

Littls snuff scene here but tastefully done

She genuinely doesn’t want to drown him. There was such a fuss about the last one, after all.

MMMppptthhh!

NNNgghhffff mmmrrrgh nnhhrpfthh ptthhhttt! Grrnnnnttthhhttthh Mmmmnnnksssss. Hhnnnggg nnnn, Grrnnnnttthhhttthh.

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Sometimes I just need a firm hand

Someone else’s, I mean. Maybe one of these ladies might oblige?

I’m sure Katie won’t mind. She’s very easygoing.

Isn’t that a wonderful expression? Almost takes your mind off the – ooh! -spikes…

It hurts where the dominatrix nurse wants it to hurt

Just about everywhere, eventually. But starting off with the pain quite concentrated, in a few sensitive spots, I expect.

Castratix and here little emasculation hobby

I love this one.

Wifely discipline can leave a nasty taste

Or she might just tell you to swallow. We’ll see.

Naughty words

Just a brief, non-image post today, because –

OK, OK maybe just one image to make the links columns more attractive, here you are:

Hmm. She looks rather cross, doesn’t she? Better hurry on past.

Anyway, what I wanted to say, was that this didn’t start out primarily as a blog for captioned images. I started it off to publish some stories I had written over the years, and then I tried my hand at a few captions (it only takes one hand, fortunately)…and nowadays it seems I do little else. It takes so much longer to write a story than a caption, and the photos are lovely too, so I haven’t written one for ages.

Increasingly I see links to this as a photo blog – which is great but it’s not only that – so I thought I’d point out to newer readers that there are lot of stories in the early months (first half 2011).

Links to some below, then I’ll probably post links to a few more some time. Or you can just use the ‘fiction’ tag in the cloud over to the right there.

Air divine Femdom airlines, basically. Very much my kind of thing! Written a long time ago, for my former Significant Other, a domme I adored. She claimed (rather sweetly I always thought) to find my stories and other writings amusing. But with this one, I think she really meant it.

Chopped and changed Written specifically for this blog, stories featuring Serena tend to be rather extreme. The title’s a bit of a clue too.

Tomorrow’s World This one is a parody of a 1970s British TV show about science. So if you haven’t seeen that, you won’t get it. Sorry.

Huge caption This actually started as a caption (regular readers will be wearily familiar with my attempts to fit text the length of a nineteenth century Russian novel onto the side of a picture). But it just growed so I’m calling it a story.

Misappliance of Science An attempt at humour, as a party of bored schoolgirls are led around a huge science and manufacturing centre dedicated to – guess what – the enslavement and punition of males. Part 2 here.

Waiting One of my very few serious stories. A lot of you liked this.

More new endings Despite the title, this is a new ending for only one old tale: Cinderella.

Scenes Little vignettes, which could almost be captions really. Written a long time ago, for two ladies I knew. Their names have been changed. My own favourite story from this period is this one. And it also gave me a chance to publish a picture of Raquel Welch (from the femdom episode of Mork and Mindy and if you don’t believe me that there was one, you can ask Mr Youtube).

That’s it for now.

Oh OK, just one more picture this time, then. Isn’t she lovely?

Mildly pornographic and feebly humorous captioned images relating to female domination

…well, the subtle post headers don’t seem to attract as much traffic as the more literal ones, so I thought I’d try a different tack. On with the show: