Contemplating the divine – Page 179 – 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.

Men behaving obediently

As a matter of fact she’s brought the whip so you’ll better appreciate her point of view. Now…go and stand facing that wall and pay attention.

I mean, don’t they all? But try pointing it out to them, and they’ll only beat you senseless and lock you in a cage for six hours.

Of course, Penny’s down one slave as a result, but she always gets plenty more for Christmas anyway.

Don’t they look lovely in those coats? Much nicer to look at that some silly old house.

Sincerely hers

Goodness, it’s ages since I wrote a story. I feel greatly refreshed.

Anyway, back to the captioned images of female domination.

The frantic begging for mercy can get a bit tiresome too. Why can’t they just shut up and let her get on with it?

See how he’s allowed to use his hands and that little brush? I think she’s too soft on him.

Actually, a lie-in would have been nice. Never mind. Maybe next year.

I don’t know where she finds them. Looking at her, I suspect the answer might be “everywhere”.

You need to build trust here. Try offering her something, something you value greatly.

“Goodbye mother!” Red Riding Hood called out gaily, and headed off into the forest, swinging his basket as he went. He was off to visit his auntie, because his poor dear mother was too tired to beat him properly, and without a good paddling every few days, little Red just couldn’t help getting up to the most awful mischief. He hadn’t been paddled for almost a week now, and his exhausted mother had taken just one look at the stained sheets in his bedroom and packed him off to auntie May’s, with a selection of leather and wooden paddles in his little basket.

She was glad that he was finally about to receive a bottom appropriate to his name, but Red’s mother knew that there was a dangerous dominatrix who lived in the woods through which he had to pass, and warned him not to talk to any strange women. Except his auntie, obviously.

So Red went skipping along the path, stopping once or twice to play with himself by the side of the road. But although he was almost permanently horny, he was a good boy at heart and dutifully recorded each ejaculation in the little punishment book he was carrying, to show his auntie. He knew that he was being particularly bad, as his mother had warned him not to stop at all along the way, for fear of the dominatrix. But Red’s urges were simply too pressing, and anyway despite living alongside the forest all his life, secretly he didn’t believe in the big bad dominatrix, who would lock you up for life, make you scream for her pleasure and do dreadful things to your most sensitive parts. He thought she was just a story mothers told their sons and husbands, to get them to bend over quietly for a spanking.

Anyway, this time he certainly didn’t meet a dominatrix, or anyone else and soon he arrived at his auntie’s cottage. It was years since he’d seen her. He supposed her daughter Jenny, his cousin, was all grown up now, like him. Even as a teenager, when they had last met, she had beguiled him with her long dark hair and her soft lips. The thought made him consider disappearing behind a bush for as few minutes, but he decided instead it was better to get it over with (and, in truth, he was rather concerned about how much correction the sins already listed in his little book would entail), so he nervously knocked and the door and waited for a response.

After a few moments, the door slowly swung open, and Red peered uncertainly into its dark interior. He could see nothing except a hall extending away into blackness.

“Come in!” he heard, in a deep but sensuously feminine voice. It seemed to be coming from the very end of the hall, so he gingerly entered the house and tiptoed forward. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see that the voice had emanated from a door, lightly ajar ahead of him at the very end of the hall. He advanced towards it, and raised his hand nervously to knock.

“I said come IN, boy!” the voice rapped out, this time with a distinct air of irritation. Red gulped, and pushed the door open quickly and steeped through.

Inside, through the gloom, he could dimly make out a figure seated in a chair at the far end of the room. The chair was raised up on a platform, like a throne, and around it and on the walls hung dark and menacing shapes. He started backwards in shock.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”, the figure in the chair asked in a silky, seductive voice – the impatient air of command gone now.

“Er…it’s Red” he stuttered in reply. “Little Red, here for a spanking from my aunty, with a basket full of paddles.”

“I see” the figure said. “Well, it’s nice to see you again, Red. Do you have your punishment book? Bring it here and we can get started.”

“Yes, err… Auntie?” Red replied. He tottered forward slowly. His eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness, and soon he could make out some details of the figure he was approaching. She was wearing long black leather boots, that went up at least to her thighs as there was not a trace of leg to be seen.

“What big boots you have, auntie”, he remarked, desperately trying to break the oppressive silence.

“All the better to crush you under, my dear” the seated figure replied, pleasantly, and Red’s gaze instinctively flinched away to her arms. She was holding a cane, and flexing it easily between two deceptively slim arms.

“What strong arms you must have, auntie” he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry.

The figure laughed gently. “All the better to thrash you with, my dear” it replied, softly.

Finally, the boy’s eyes met hers: dark eyes that sparkled with amusement in a face of utter perfection, framed under a leather cap.

“What big eyes you have, err…auntie?” he gasped.

“All the better to watch you suffer, my dear” she replied with a smile, getting to her feet. “Now – down on your knees and kiss my boot.”

Red felt his legs collapsing under him, and he frantically jerked his head to one side to break free of the fascinating, mocking gaze. In doing so, he found himself looking at the wall, and suddenly realised what he was looking at there. It was a naked figure, apparently a woman in her late 50s, chained tightly to the wall by her ankles and her wrists. Her mouth was gagged, small shiny clips seemed to be attached to her nipples and from between her legs, several wires snaked down, to vanish into an evil-looking electronic device beside her. She was frantically jerking her head from side to side, and the gentlest whimpering sounds emerged through the gag as she thrashed about.

“Auntie!” Red gasped with shock, recognising her despite her peculiar predicament. He looked back at the figure standing before him in horror. “What have you done to her, you evil witch? And where’s Jenny?”

The dark lady burst out laughing. “Where’s Jenny? Oh Red, did I really make so little impression on you? And there was I thinking the tent-pole in your shorts was for me when you visited that time.”

“J-jenny?” Red asked, wonderingly. “B-b-but what are you doing to our dear auntie?”

“Oh, just a little game to while away the long nights here in the forest”, Jenny said, casually. “Sometimes she needs rather…severe measures.” She gently pressed a button, on a device held lightly between her fingers, and the figure attached to the wall began to buck around violently, making frantic keening sounds through its gag.”

“Bad auntie”, Jenny said, vaguely, and held the button for a few more seconds before releasing it, and letting the figure hang slack from its wrist restraints – now sweating profusely.

“But – your own mother?” Red asked.

“Oh, she’s not really my mother.” Jenny said dismissively. “Look closely there between her legs.”

Red peered, feeling rather out of place as a nephew inspecting his auntie’s genitals. He wasn’t quite sure what he saw. It didn’t look like his image of female genitalia, but there wasn’t really enough there to be a male either.

“Behold your uncle Malcolm”, Jenny said dismissively. “Tranny, sub and perverted old pain slut. I was found abandoned on the doorstep when I was a baby. He brought me up as his child, but we’re not relations, so there was really no reason when I came of age not to make him my bitch. He was gagging for it anyway.”

“Did he have a sex change?” Red asked with fascination, trying to discern exactly what it was that the seating creature had between its legs.

“Not exactly”, Jenny said. “I mean, surgical procedures were carried out, and it certainly doesn’t really count as male any more, but…well, it’s a bit complicated.”

She looked down at Red, kneeling at her feet. “Anyway, I’m not related to you, either. Isn’t that interesting? It certainly creates some new possibilities.”

Red looked up at her face, and started to smile, before reeling under a savage slap to his cheek from her gloved hand.

“Now – we’ll have that punishment book please”, she commanded. “And we’ll have to add something there about failing to kiss my boot when commanded.”

Four hours later, Red lay panting, suspended (like his “auntie” opposite) from wrist restraints. His back was a mass of bruises and welts from Jenny’s cane and a variety of whips. His nipples were sore beyond belief, having been pulled, twisted, crushed and burnt until he had lacked the breath to scream any more . Between his legs, though, his penis (which had also seen its share of rough treatment) finally hung flaccid, Jenny’s ministrations having finally exhausted even this randy twenty year-old’s capacity. He was sore all over, and exhausted , but strangely happy.

“Did you really think I was your auntie?”, Jenny asked, with a kittenish grin. “I should be offended – to be mistaken for that wrinkled old bag” – and she lashed out playfully with her whip, the tip of which caught auntie hard across ‘her’ left breast, where it added an angry red mark to the pattern of welts that already existed.

“I had my doubts” confessed Red, sheepishly. “Actually” he admitted, with an embarrassed grin, “I thought perhaps you were the big bad dominatrix who lives in the woods.”

“The one who tortures bad boys and girls for fun?” laughed Jenny.

“Yes” he admitted. “And keeps them in her lair until she’s bored with them, then cuts off their…their…” Red’s voice trailed off, as a rather unpleasant thought occurred to him.

“Oh you silly boy.” Jenny said, her hand snaking down to his genitals, and stroking them thoughtfully.

“Surely you know that’s just a myth.”

Another 7 secrets of a happy marriage

How many secrets can there be, I wonder? And how secret are they if they’ve been published on the Internet?

Oh well. Anyway, here is another extract from my forthcoming self-help book Eat that worm! 21 great ways to do exactly as you’re told.

1. Put those arguments to good use.

Don’t kid yourself that you won’t have arguments – there’s never been a marriage without them. But when you do, use them to build a stronger marriage. All arguments get resolved eventually – and a wise couple will find a way of using that resolution to sort out a whole lot of things in their relationship.

2. Little kindnesses will be appreciated.

Take opportunities to show your partner you’re thinking of them. If you think he might be thirsty, how about bringing him a drink of water, for example?

3. Help motivate your partner.

If your partner’s trying to do something difficult – like sticking to an exercise programme or a diet – how about helping out? Remember, you’re not just individuals any more, you’re a team too, and it’s amazing what you can achieve together.

4. Let your partner think things through.

If you’ve had a disagreement, don’t always try to sort it out straight away. Give your partner some time to think about it alone – it might be just what he needs to see things from your point of view!

5. Let your partner experiment.

If your partner wants to try something new, don’t argue about it or get worried. Just go with the flow and see how it turns out. What’s the worst that can happen?

6. Learn what works.

The next time your partner does something you really like, try to think whether there was anything you’d done just before that might have helped motivation. Once you’ve found out what it is that makes your partner behave the way you want, you can start using it frequently.

7. Enjoy the journey.

It can be hard work making a marriage work. But try to have fun as you do it. The next time you’re about to put something right that’s gone wrong, just stop and think about what you’re doing. You’re building a relationship that lasts. So – how about smiling as you do it?

Sometimes sorry is the easiest word to say

A really heartfelt “sorry”, gasped through the tears, that is. Sometimes that will melt the harshest heart, and bring forgiveness, won’t it? And sometimes not.

More captioned images of female domination follow, obviously.

*”Trunk” for American viewers. But I think you’ll agree that “boot” is a much sexier word than “trunk”. Unless you have a fetish for elephants… Pervert. We don’t want your kind here on this site.

What went up must also go down.

They’re surprisingly economical to keep, too.

But I want to be clear – you can ask her to stop if it’s getting too much, OK? Just go right ahead and ask.

You won’t have to worry about money ever again? Isn’t that great?

7 secrets of a happy marriage

An exclusive preview extract from Servitor’s forthcoming self-help book. It’s a work in progress. At this time, I haven’t decided on the title yet. Possibly The Seven Habits of Highly Ineffective People. But I’m also considering something more whacky like Who moved my slave? or Women are from Heaven, men are from the pet shop.

Here are the main points of the chapter on marriage, anyway. Just seven rules (why’s it always seven?).

1. Listen.

Listen, listen, listen. Is it really so hard?

2. Don’t let resentments build up.

If your partner has done something wrong, let them know and discuss it straight away.

3. Respect your partner’s old friendships.

Marriage shouldn’t mean losing those other important relationships

4. Set aside some time every week just to talk.

Make sure it’s a time when neither of you are rushed, when you can just take as long as you need for your relationship.

5. Find some common interests.

Maybe an activity in which you can both take part, preferably outside the house.

6. Don’t be afraid to insist on being apart at times

It’s OK to close the door and have some space for yourself for a change.

7. Every day, do one thing to show your partner what you think of them.

Sure, talking’s important but sometimes your actions will show how much respect and love you have more eloquently than any words.

…and….because marriage isn’t all about rules (though my favoured type of marriage is mostly about rules), here’s an extra one:

8. Make sure you are confident of your partner’s fidelity.

Nothing destroys a marriage quicker than suspicion. Your partner loves you – so find ways to let him show you he is true.

Unequal rites

The irony is that so far she hasn’t actually managed to remove the one that’s been aching lately.

It’s actually very unprofessional of her, because he requested no marks.

Maybe when it’s all finished she’ll let you have one. Or maybe she’ll just leave you there for the night, like last time. Marriage. It’s an adventure.

Sounds like a perfect match. I should warn you, though, she does like it a bit kinky in bed. And out of bed.

Anne has people to do the torturing for her

Always pushing the boundaries. That’s star quality, that is.

Obedience is bliss

Don’t you just feel guilty the moment you see that look, even if you don’t know what you’ve done wrong?

They’re going to be away for Christmas too, so that’s another thing to look forward to.

The stats counter tells me that most of you are American, and only a small minority are British. And you won’t get the reference. Never mind – just enjoy the picture.

She’s feeling generous today!

Sweetly mean

And don’t be afraid to tell her if it’s hurting, OK? She likes to know.

And when she’s finished, she’ll turn her attention back to you. Lucky boy.

Ah…cute Mr Snuffles. She had his balls cut off, she feeds him dogfood and keeps him on a leash when she goes out. You know – that’s your future, right there.

It actually is fantasitc, yet true. Probably be a big disappointment when it comes out, but I can dream…

At Her Majesty’s pleasure

She likes screaming when she reaches orgasm. So feel free to scream. But don’t fake it – she can tell.

Nope, no clues. I want it to be a surprise.

The many uses for a hairbrush in marriage

It’s easy to forget at times that hairbrushes have secondary uses – like brushing hair.

Hope you’ve kept some money spare, to be untied again afterwards.

Did you think that just because I didn’t put a picture of her at the top, I’d got over my obsession? Oh no – in fact I’ve found a whole new bunch of pictures.