Give us this day our daily…

…captioned images of female dominance, obviously.  What else did you come for?


Actually, it’s a little unfair using religious imagery because if you Google ‘contemplating the divine’ and similar, you get mostly religious sites.  Anyone here looking for theological discussion and staying for more than 30 seconds is going to have to recite 999 Hail Marys as penance.  And speaking of penance…

I womder what she's going to do with that whip
A wonderful Cruella photoshoot that I first saw as an impressionable teenager.  The text was very heavy indeed as I recall, involving castration.  Just look at that expression.


Femdom wife might allow release but lets not overdo it
Regular orgasm is supposed to be good for the health, so maybe she could fix on a three-month rota?



male maid scrubs the toilet probably with a wartm bottom
I admire the care and attention this male maid is giving to ‘his’ work.  Possibly a warmed bottom involved?


Goddess Lexi and Mistress Sidonia.  Now that’s a scary thought.




Captioned image of OWK ballkick - ouch
As in “Were I to make an error when trying to speak Czech, I would be kicked in the balls.”  Or “If I weren’t such a stupid pig, I wouldn’t have to be left chained outside all night.”  Conditional tense.  Very useful for reflecting on consequences.

Devotional images



Squirm in front of two lovely lesbians
Isn’t it nice to be the focus of attention by not one but two lovely ladies?





Slovakian slavonian slovenian let's call the whole thing off
Slab psiček!  (possibly)


femdom caption oh no please don't stamp on my face!
…and then thank her afterwards, of course.


Yummy muddy boots
I’ve alwsys assumed that’s a British-English phrase, but Kurt Vonnegut uses it (his critics can take a flying fuck at the mooooon!).  Oh, sorry, aren’t you here to read about etymology?


Stocks and fair shares femdom caption oh you know the rest
Maybe one weekend, if she’s feeling kind, she’ll move it so it faces outwards?  But she’s not known for feeling kind.

Fiction: the only thing worse than being locked in a chastity belt is…

“So what sort of belt are you using these days?” Amy enquired, glancing casually at the man waiting outside the café, rather weighed down with the shopping bags he was holding.
“CB6000?  Tickleberry?”
“Oh, I don’t keep him in a belt any more.” Sabrina replied.
“Ooooh!  Have you had him cut?” Amy asked with interest and some relish.
Her friend looked up at her.
“Certainly not.  Where would I kick him if there wasn’t anything left down there?”
Amy was confused.
“But I thought you didn’t allow him to come? Ever?”
“I don’t” Sabrina replied.  “It’s against my house rules and he knows it.”
She laughed, then took pity on her bemused friend.
“I’m just teasing you.  I had him fitted with a detector.  It’s a little chip that goes under his skin.  It monitors what’s going on, and reports it.”
“Reports it where?” Amy asked.
“It’s a web-based application that I can access from anywhere” her friend replied.  “Look.”
She pulled out her Blackberry, pressed a few keys, then passed it across the table.  It displayed some numbers, along with a large green rectangle labelled “flaccid” and various links to other pages.  Sabrina scrolled it down, and showed her friend the field that reported Last orgasm: 18th January 2011, 10.54.
“I can access all of the history at any time” she said, showing Amy some scrolling sets of numbers.
“And I’ve got it set up so that if he does have an orgasm, I get a text message immediately.”
“And it updates in real time?” Amy asked, enviously.
“Sure” her friend replied.  “BOY!”
The man started in shock, then scurried in past the amused looks from the other tables at his rapid response to the preremptory command.
“Sit down” Sabrina ordered, curtly, and with a worried expression on his face, he arranged the shopping bags on the floor and gingerly lowered himself into his seat.
“I’ve been telling Amy about our new approach to keeping your chastity” she said.  “How there’s really nothing to stop you getting…excited any more.  Nothing except the thought of my cane.”
She leaned over towards him, and gazed into his eyes.
“Nothing except that wicked cane…for a very…naughty…boy…” and her booted foot slowly began to caress his inner leg.
“Do you find it very frustrating?” Amy asked, her eyes wide and sympathetic.  “Only – and here she leaned forwards and smiled sympathetically.  “Only I find my man gets so very frustrated in his chastity belt.  Especially when I ask him to help me get undressed….” She eased back her top, to expose a lacy bra strap on her shoulder.  “….or to massage me with oil” she breathed.
“And you spank him too, don’t you?” Sabrina asked, innocently.
“Oh yes” Amy breathed heavily, her eyes widening.  “Yes, I spank him vigorously!  I get my hairbrush, and I put him across my thighs…” and she swivelled in her chair – “these thighs” – and she took hold of the man’s unresisting face, and directed attention down to where her thighs were visible between the top of her leather boots and the hem of her tight skirt.
Sabrina picked up the Blackberry and giggled.  “See?” she said, holding it out to her friend.
The rectangle was now bright red and contained the words “Fully erect”. In fact, the technology wasn’t really necessary for that, as the swelling was very clearly visible in the trousered lap in front of them.
Sabrina gently laid her hand on top of the straining material.  Amy noted with interest that several numbers on the Blackberry changed instantly, and a small exclamation mark began to flash.
Sabrina patted the mound gently and smiled.
“A very excited boy.  Aren’t we? Right here.”  She patted again.
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina” the unhappy man replied, hoarsely.
“Yes – very excited.”  She patted the mound again.  “But you won’t do anything about it, will you?”
“No Mistress Sabrina, it’s against the rules.”
“Whose rules?” Sabrina asked, sharply.
“Your rules, Mistress Sabrina.”
“And what happens to boys who break that particular rule?  Hmmm?” She was holding her hand flat, palm down over the bulge now, which was pushing urgently against it.
“They get the cane, Mistress Sabrina.”
“How many do you give him?” Amy asked with interest.
Sabrina smiled and nodded at the man.
“Two extra each time, Miss Amy” he replied.
“So you…?” Amy started, in puzzlement.
“He started with six” Sabrina replied, in a matter of fact way, taking her hand away from the bulge, which quivered slightly.  “And it goes up by two each time.  He’s disobeyed me nine times  since the belt came off, so now it’s 24 each time.”
Amy was impressed.  She had seen Sabrina disciplining her men on a few occasions.  24 with a cane was no joke, and would probably leave the miscreant barely able to walk.
“And it’s going to continue to go up?” she asked.
Sabrina looked a little shocked.  “Certainly not!” she replied, primly.  “It’s going to stay at 24 because he’s never going to be disobedient again.  That’s what you told me after the last beating, isn’t it boy?”
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina.”
“You finally learnt your lesson, didn’t you, when I gave you those 24?”
“Yes, Mistress Sabrina.”
Sabrina waited in silence, but something about her look conveyed menace.
“Err…thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson, Mistress Sabrina!” he gasped, hurriedly.
Sabrina looked somewhat mollified.
“But if here were to have a little…slip” she remarked, knowingly. “Or maybe even an accident…then yes we would need to take an even firmer approach to the problem.”
“What if he has an involuntary emission – in the night for example?” Amy asked.
“Still beat him” Sabrina remarked casually.  “He might be lying about it, and it’s better to be safe than sorry.  Anyway, I think the cane should start to work on his unconscious mind too.”
She smiled at the man, who was obviously trying to think calming, unsexy thoughts – a difficult task in present company.
“But you worked it out, didn’t you?  What would happen if you had…say…one slip per year.  Just one little slip in every 365 days.  In twenty years time, you’d be getting…?”
“64 each time, Mistress Sabrina” he replied, with an unhappy quaver in his voice.
“And over those twenty years, you’d have had…?”
“Nine hundred strokes, Mistress Sabrina.”
“Nine hundred strokes.” She replied with satisfaction.  “So it’s worth exercising some self-control, isn’t it?  Because if it’s – oooh,  as much  twice each year, then in 20 years time that will be…?
“One hundred and four strokes a time, and two thousand six hundred strokes over the whole time, Mistress Sabrina.” he breathed.
“That’s right” she replied with satisfaction.  “So you keep it quiet down there.  Shoo, now!”

And the unhappy looking man got up and – with some apparent difficulty – slowly walked back to his post outside the café.

Brand new crop

…of captioned images of female domination, naturally.








femdom caption with nipple clamps ouch
Actually, I’ve had this done to me and I really genuinely don’t like it.  Shudder.










Im Tanya Hyde fly me!
I think I’d go gold card pretty quickly.










Definitely not an upskirt femdom image
Of course, you didn’t look, right?










femdom wife keeps him in his place
Love standing in the corner.  Hate nipple clamps.  Love corner time.










I do like the word ‘piteously’









Captioned image of an incredibly sexy nurse
This of course is Mistress Darla Kincaid, who I think is simply stunning.









Orgasm addict
Doesn’t that look fun?  Who’d be a man, eh?



A short pause, quietly to reflect upon my behaviour

captioned image of spanking governess most displeased with Servitor
I may have to suspend updates to this blog, for a few days or even as much as a week.  This is not, regrettably, because I have had a conversation like the one above, but I am travelling and I might not have secure Internet access or even Internet access at all.

Back by March 6th, so if I haven’t updated before then, I promise a particularly large posting, with foolish captions on divine images galore.

Unless someone forbids me, of course…

Sweetly mean

Captions of female domination, which need no introduction except that I’ve been told that without text, search engines won’t know that, so I’m writing an introduction. Search engines can’t recognise images.  Their loss.

Careful with that whip darling

Doesn’t she look graceful?  Doesn’t he look…what’s the opposite of graceful?  Some people think the sexes should be treated equally.  Isn’t that absurd?


Femdom caption with wife gently breaking the news that she is a lesbian
…and Jenny likes men even less, in case you were wondering.


femdom caption spanking men is good for them
Or you can go private, and get the cane instead.





femdom caption with nipple clamps too my godness
Again, surely an image to give pause to those who still believe in the equality of the sexes.





femdom caption owk on a quiet day
But of course he doesn’t know it’s a public holiday.  In fact, he has no idea whether it is night or day.

Fiction: Tomorrow’s World, today!

Note for all except British readers of a certain age.  ‘Tomorrow’s World’ was a popular BBC TV programme about science.  It was famous for presenting scientific breakthroughs in a relentlessly cheerful manner, painting a future of a bright shiny technological tomorrow.  I’m still waiting for my personal jetpack.  Also famous for unconvincing banter between the presenters and wobbly sets, like most British TV of the 70s and 80s.

Here’s a 70s domme to put you in the mood, then on with the story…

[Sarah] Welcome to this special edition of Tomorrow’s World, where we’ll be reporting on what might be the most significant scientific breakthrough since the theory of gravity.  Researchers at the Marie Curie centre for female science have announced a new discovery that could revolutionise the way we live, work and spend our leisure time.  Karen’s been looking into it.
[Sarah] So, Karen, what’s all the fuss about?
[Karen] Thanks Sarah.  Well, details are still a bit sketchy at the moment, but we’re beginning to hear some fascinating hints about a new technique that’s been discovered called “slavery”.
[Sarah] “Slavery”, eh?  So what does it involve?
[Karen] The technical details haven’t yet been published, but if I understand the basic principle correctly, the idea is to force male humans to work without pay, complaining or stopping for breaks.
[Sarah] Sounds wonderful if it’s true – the sort of ‘free energy’ source scientists have been seeking for years.  But how can you make men work for free?  I can’t get my husband to wash the dishes even now.  I’d love to make him a slave, but how can I?
[Karen] Well, Sarah that’s where the science comes in.  (Turns to look at the camera) There are two basic elements to the breakthrough – lust and pain.  Lust comes in because it’s been discovered that men have an area of the brain that provides a strong sexual urge to be dominated and to serve women.  In a very few men, it’s already developed but in most it is merely nascent.  The researchers at the Marie Curie Centre have found a way to stimulate it in all men, so that we can use its effects.
[Sarah] Sounds great.  But you mentioned two elements – what’s the other?
[Karen] The other is punishment.  You see, if there’s only the lust developed men want to spend the whole day looking at porn or just gently licking women’s leather boots.  Pleasant enough, but not particularly productive.  But then the researchers tried whipping these men – and things turned out very different.  Let’s hear from one of the scientists involved.  (looks off to the side)
Cut away to a confident-looking blonde woman in her early forties, wearing a lab coat.
[Scientist] Well, we had a new form of male life – slaves – and that was very exciting, but we couldn’t find a way of getting any useful work out of them.  We tried various combinations of diet and chemical stimulants, with a small degree of success but not the large-scale useful activity we were really looking for.  Then it was one of our young interns, actually, who tried thrashing one of them on the buttocks with a stick.  We were all just amazed: he was cleaning around the lab, washing up some of the test equipment and making tea without a word of complaint.
Camera pulls back to reveal a range of implements on the lab bench beside her.
[Scientist] Following that breakthrough, we conducted a rigorous and comprehensive sequence of tests on different materials – mostly leather or wood, but some plastic and metal too – lengths of material, part of the body beaten, duration of the beating and so on.  We’re still making progress, actually, getting some very exciting results with new and exotic materials.  But it’s quite clear that very acceptable results can be achieved by using a willow cane or a leather strap or whip, as long as the beating is repeated on a fairly regular basis.
A clip is briefly shown of a man being flogged briskly with a leather riding whip, dancing frantically as he dangles from his shackles and howling in pain as each stroke falls.
Back in the studio
[Sarah] Amazing.  And these materials – willow, leather and so on – they’re quite cheap and easy to obtain?
[Karen] That’s right.  In fact, most of our viewers could probably fashion something workable just from old materials they might have lying around the house.  An old leather belt, the rubber drive belt from an old washing machine, or even some nice whippy twigs from some varieties of tree will all make perfectly adequate instruments of correction, and get your house spic and span in no time.
[Karen] Sounds almost too good to be true.  But will it really change the way that we live?  What will life in the future be like, when slavery is cheap and plentiful?
Karen gets up and walks over to where a “living room of the future” has been mocked up, mostly using shaky cardboard. She stands in front of it, talking directly to the camera.
[Karen] Well, a lot of things in the future will still look much the same, but the underlying technology will be very different.
She sits down in an armchair
[Karen] Take TV, for example.  At the moment, I have to ­– and she reaches to the side for a remote control with obvious effort – reach out for a remote control, then choose one of all these many, many buttons just to switch the TV on.  But in the future, I can simply say
[Karen] “Slave!  TV!”
A naked man scurries out from behind her chair, over to the TV, switches it on and then returns to his hiding place
[Karen] And the TV automatically switches on.  And similarly, if I want to change channels or adjust the volume…
She demonstrates, calling out different options and sending the slave hurrying back and forth to adjust the TV for her convenience
[Karen] Again, it’s all done automatically – and all without leaving my seat.
[Karen] But that is not what’s really impressive about this new technology.  After all, even today TVs could come with voice recognition, which might achieve the same effect. 
Close up of her face as she frowns thoughtfully at the camera
[Karen] But could a TV with voice recognition get you a drink?  You see a slave is versatile and flexible, and this very same slave that just made the TV work just how I want it, can also fix me a drink.  I just need to give a different command – like this.
[Karen] “Slave! Gin and tonic.”
The naked man hurries over to the sideboard, and swiftly mixes the drink, then kneels before the presenter with the finished product, ice clinking gently against the sides of the glass.  She reaches for it and takes a sip.
[Karen] Hmmm (smiles at the camera).  Not bad.  But it’s not exactly how I like it.  I prefer my G&T to have just a little less tonic, and to have a slice of lime in it rather than lemon.  You see, this slave has never made me a G&T before, so he doesn’t know my preferences.  But unlike a mechanical device, he can learn, so that in future he’ll get it just how I like it.
[Karen] And this is where the really clever science comes in.  Slave!  Fetch the cane!
The man rushes off and returns to kneel before her with a long, whippy yellow cane.  Karen reaches forward with a smile and picks it up.
[Karen] Now this (flexing it through the air while smiling at the camera) is one of the canes supplied by the researchers.  But it could just as easily be an ordinary household cane, or even an unravelled coat hanger, if that’s all you can find.  Now watch how I adjust the slave, so that next time he remembers how I like my drink.
[Karen] Slave!  Bend over the chair!
The man bends over, and Karen stands up, takes two steps forward and swings the cane hard to lash across his buttocks.  He howls and shudders, but remains bent over.
Karen smiles at the camera again.  Now I‘m no expert in the use of this thing (she flexes the cane gently) .  I’ve never even used one before today, when I had about ten minutes practice during rehearsals.  But you can see there, I’ve already produced quite a nice mark, right across his buttocks.  Now what that is doing is activating the pain receptors right across all that skin and flesh underneath that red line – do you see how it’s swelling slightly, if we can get the camera in on that? – and those receptors are sending signals all the way to his brain, where his ideas about how I like my drinks are being adjusted.  And those pain receptors are still firing away even now, getting on for a minute after the stroke.  He’ll continue to be in pain from this beating for anything from a few hours to even a few days afterwards.
[Karen] But of course, I don’t need to understand all that just to use the cane.  That’s the simplicity of this new technology.  I don’t need to know the science, all I need to know is that if something isn’t quite to my liking, I can just beat this slave until it’s sorted out.  Like this.
She proceeds to add three more angry red lines to the first, then commands the slave to return the cane to its holder and to make her another drink.
[Karen] And it’s not just drinks – the same slave will clean your house, do the laundry and iron your clothes, in fact, he will do anything in his power to make your life as comfortable and convenient as possible.
The slave has returned and kneels before her proffering the new G&T, trembling slightly.  She reaches for it, and takes a sip.
[Karen] Hmmm.  Perfect.  Just the way I like it.  And later on, I might try out his culinary skills.  I’ll see if I can – she half-smiles at the camera and raises an eyebrow – whip up something tasty!
Cut back to Sarah
[Sarah] Oooh!  Now that hurts as much as the cane!  Do you think a slave could be made to write you some better jokes, Karen?
[Sarah] No, but seriously, we’ve been watching you do all these marvellous things with just a flick of that cane, and haven’t seen any use of mechanical power – no electricity, no fuel.  Is it all CO2 neutral?
Karen walks back off the domestic set to the main studio
[Karen] That’s right, Sarah.  No scarce fossil fuels used up, no harmful chemical by-products and it won’t contribute to global warming.  Slavery isn’t just a matter of convenience – it can help save the planet, too.
[Sarah] So how much can we expect slaves to do for us in the future?
[Karen] Well, Sarah, the researchers say that right now we are only just beginning to learn the possibilities of this exciting new technology.  We simply don’t yet know all of the things that slaves will be doing for us. Slavery will be all around us, it will be part of our everyday lives.  We probably won’t even think about all the slaves there working tirelessly behind the scenes.  We’ll be flicking with a whip to get things done, with no more thought than when flicking a light switch today.
[Karen] Of course, there’s some way to go yet until we really see the full potential for this technology.  For example, slave powered transport is an obvious area of research, but for now it’s probably limited to trips around town and slow-moving bulk transport. (she looks away to the side)
A short clip plays showing first, a neat little slave drawn buggy, then a larger team of slaves being whipped along a canal tow-path, pulling a barge.
[Karen] But research is continuing, and there’s a lot of commercial interest in development too.  I am sure there will be lots of exciting new things we can do with slaves that we’ll only discover as we start to use them.  I’ve been trying out some of the slaves from the science centre all day, and I can tell you I just don’t know how I ever managed without them.
[Sarah] So there we are.  Simple, yet high tech, effective and remarkably easy to use. A future of convenience and leisure, and saving the planet too!  I can’t see anyone objecting to that.
Karen smiles at her
[Karen] Well – except the slaves, I suppose!
[Sarah] Except the slaves, of course!
[Both (laughing)] Goodnight!
Lights dim and credits roll up the screen.

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femdom caption sophie has a fellow castaway back for a meal
I’d let her lead me off by the leash…to a better future











femdom caption money slavery
Any members of the superior sex who believe this to be sexist and insulting, please feel free to leave a comment suggesting how Servitor might make amends…












femdom caption wife talks to maid petra
Sometimes a caption idea turns into a 24-volume set….










femdom caption human police dogs
Run!



Altered Images

…were a brilliant 1980s band (well, they were a four-hit wonder actually, but I liked them and anyway they had Clare Grogan).  But this post isn’t about them, it’s just more daft captioned images of female domination.







Captioned femdom image of three domme wives
I’m a traditionalist, I’m afraid, and I don’t really believe in mens’ lib.  Planning a series of stories on this, actually.










femdom captioned image of businesswoman
The notion of changing your name is just delightfully subtly submissive, and public too.  Several posts about this on other (more serious) blogs lately.










femdom captioned image human dogs
This is of course the divine Mistress Valkyrie.  Combining the best traditions of English (ow!) and Czech (thwack!) femdom.









femdom caption slightly spooky dont you think
A little off the usual trajectory for me, but something had to be done with that picture.  That artwork ‘obscure title’ by the way, is nothing like as weird as some I’ve seen.










femdom caption lesbians kissing ahhhh
Quite why anyone would even consider looking at marmalade in this situation bemuses me, but then I’m not a male maid with a housework obsession



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