Decadence: themes

Just a brief guide to the last 10 years, for anyone confused (I am conscious that most of my readership is male, so clear thinking is likely to be in short supply). 

Sometimes the tags lead to posts entirely themed around the, erm, theme, sometimes just to posts that feature at least one captioned image in the theme.  Just work with it, yeah?


Downton domination.  Femdom from a more elegant age.

 

World War M.  Reminiscences from when the war between the sexes turned hot; styled on World War Z.  The war began in North America and was touch-and-go for a while, but the ability to multi-task and think rationally, on one side, as opposed to moronic sexism on the other, soon turned the tide.  The last fighting, in the hold-outs in Texas and other Southern states, was intense.  The conflict went global, finishing – naturally – in Saudi Arabia where some understandable acts of girlish exuberance following the final victory over patriarchy marred the ushering in of a more peaceful, better-ordered world.  NB: the vets refer to their opponents as ‘mutts’, loosely based on an acronym for male terrorists, or occasionally just ‘M’.  They also collect ‘trophies’ from dead mutts or, occasionally, live ones.

 



OWK Ladies remember.  Reminiscences in the style of a TV documentary.




Bit of politics.  Political captions, having nothing at all to do with Ben Elton apart from the title.  All of the ‘President Hathaway’ series are here, many of them using screencaps from TV programmes.  Possibly my most popular series, which is why it is unfortunate that it does not have its own tag, as there’s a lot of other stuff in the ‘bit of politics’ tag too (including anti-Brexit ones, just to bring the culture war home again).  So you have to look hard for the President Hathaway stuff, but then life’s supposed to be difficult for males, isn’t it?  Helps keep them focused.

Incidentally, the longevity of this blog is becoming a problem.  Some of these Femsuprem victories were predicted in what is now the past rather than the future (which just means we have more to look forward to, I suppose).





Another world.  Also political and therefore often included in the tag described above.  But the politics in this world are… different.  Still Femsuprem, but taking a more direct approach to redressing the balance of centuries of patriarchy.  That’s what you get for disparaging democracy and trying to deny the results of an election, I suppose.  Different paths… which will we follow?

 

 

 

 

 

Turning Points.  Oh, you know what this is. Paltego likes these.  So do some other people.

 



Hot chicks in empire-line dresses.  Captioned images from earlier days than the period covered in Downton Domination – before the Gill Sans font was invented, even.  Occasionally feature images of heart-stopping beauty, thanks to the movie Becoming Jane.  NB: if you don’t know what an empire-line dress is, you’re not paying enough attention to your needlework lessons, sissy.



Advice to… well, to various people, really.  To novice subs, to American subs visiting Europe, to male maids, even (in a spirit of humble suggestion) to novice dommes.  From whence came, just last year, Rule 18.  Note that Contemplating the Divine bears no liability for any injuries suffered as a result of following the advice presented.

 




Fairy tales.  Stories and captions that are, erm… fairy tales.   About fairies.

 

Includes my story The Lovelorn Blacksmith, which got some good reviews. 


Speaking of stories… so many stories, not all consistently labelled as such.  Actually, many of them are just captions that got too long to be a caption.  So there aren’t many long-running themes but here are a few.

Mistress Valerie – ancient tales (most pre-blog), written for and about my first domme (whose name was not Valerie, but was not far off it either).

Serena and Alice – stories about a man-hating mad scientist and her girlfriend, featuring extreme, sadistic violence against males: torture, mutilation, scat, death.  But at their heart, they are sweet and touching love stories, like all the best tales.  Boy meets girl, girl meets girl, girls enslave boy and torture him to death for sexual kicks… that kind of thing.  The first of these was written about ten years ago, so it was a bizarre revelation in the middle of last year when I realised that my two ‘steady’ dommes over… oh about the last six years now, were first Alice, then Serena.  Kismet.  Synchronicity.  Or more likely just a coincidence.

Fembots – not a consistent series (unlike Freddie’s more sustained efforts) but I have dabbled in the genre.

A few favourite stories:

Missives, especially the third one

The Princess and the penis (also in ‘fairy tales’ surprisingly enough)

Final edits – humiliation, vaguely turning points-ish

Extra service – one of many ‘helpline’ stories

Can you imagine? – definitely not a ‘turning point’ and rather melancholy.

Cashless society – almost startlingly prescient, in retrospect.

Reprogrammed (fembot!)

Street vendor – looking for humiliation play.

Priorities (male maid!  science!)

Tomorrow’s World – especially for Brits of a certain age.

Crossover – Just a little musing on what a ‘mainstream’ porn star (the wonderful Gigi Allens) thinks of her femdom work and the ‘men’ who like it… It’s about as complimentary as regular readers of this blog might expect. Is it a good story?  Let’s just say that it has lots of pictures of Gigi Allens, so I expect we can agree the quality of the prose really doesn’t matter, can’t we?

Slave Tony.  Bleak and depressing.  No, really: it is. 

Rewards and penalties.  Much more fun.  Read this instead of Slave Tony.

Waiting.  A joke-free and I hope fairly atmospheric rendition of one of my most common fantasies: it’s all about the build-up to the beating, not the act itself.

Oh, and in case you’re losing touch with it: a dose of reality.

 

And finally, the only CtD post you’ll ever need.  And yet, almost seven years on I am still knocking them out at a rate of two a week (oo-err!).  In Gill Sans, obviously. 

A decade of decadence

This blog started on January 26 2011.  So it has been almost ten years… and here’s me, with so much ironing still to do.

Nonetheless, it’s true: this blog has been wasting everyone’s time (well… the time of an infinitesimal fraction of the human race) since that long-ago date, with a post titled “Why are we here?”, the answer to which remains obscure 1318 posts later.

I hadn’t originally expected to focus on captioned images.  A couple of years before, I had visited a domme for the first time; a lady who was to be the only domme I visited for the next three years.  She has now retired and has a vanilla profession so I will say nothing to identify her.  At the end of my first – wonderful, life-changing – session she instructed me to write an account of the session, for her web site, which I did and I was immensely proud when she published it.  It became a habit, and after a while I also started writing short fiction stories to send her.  I think she did genuinely like most of them.

Anyway, I set up the web site to publish those stories, along with any random wittering that might occur to me.  I did put up most of them – if you are interested, the easiest way to see them is to download the pdf collections using the ‘Servitor’s femdom stories’ links to the right, there.  My wonderful Lady and her lesbian partner feature in them too, under the pseudonyms of Valerie and Sandra.  This one perhaps gives the most lifelike impression of her: Take me to your Mistress.  But this is my favourite, because of the way it shows the relationship between the two of them: The elves and the dominatrices.    

I very soon started producing captioned images as well as stories and… now I’ve published just over 5000 such images, horrifyingly enough.  I do occasionally still write stories, but more often when something appears as a story on this blog it’s just a caption that became unfeasibly long.  I have over 2000 unpublished captioned images and I produce anything up to another 100 each month, so it’s not stopping any time soon.

So… a great deal of drivel has been produced – and more of it to come.  I’m going to put up some of my favourite drivel over the next few days.  

We’ll begin with some of the silliest.  I get the impression that the silly ones that make me giggle aren’t the most popular.  I don’t mind.  I like silly.  I love to behave in a foolish manner in session and get slapped for it.  Let’s get the silliest over with, then it’ll get more sensible as we move towards the actual deciversary (deci-anniversary?).

 

 


I love this one.  Not just because of the latex-clad lovelies, although they help a lot, it’s true.

 

 

Lovely Lexi Sindel.



This
kind of writing is obviously inspired by the Far Side.  I do that a
lot.  I realise it’s nothing like as funny as the Far Side – and incomparably more
perverted – but inspired from there nonetheless.




See? Again: like Gary Larson but with added obscenity and subtracted wit.





I’ve always liked this one.  Sadly, neither of the UK’s two new aircraft carriers will be called HMS Cindy, although I did hear that former President Trump frantically tried to name one of the new US super-carriers the USS Svetlana, for reasons presumably known only to him and the Russian intelligence services.





Very Far Side.  Plus testicles.




What a lovely smile.  Two lovely smiles.





Sorry about that…couldn’t resist.





‘Oops’ has to be right up there near the top of the list of ‘words you don’t want to hear in session’ . ‘Tarantula’ would be above it, for me anyway.




Would probably have been included in Rule 18 if I’d been doing that back when I made this.




Ooh… edgy.  Self-referential and self-loathing too!




I quite like mocking session conventions (see Advice to a Novice etc…). 
This caption might have run away from me a bit, but I just love the
idea that a bit of strict schoolmistress play has turned into a
discussion of the annealing process for glass, because of some random
stuff she wrote on the blackboard.




Grrr!  Picture from the heyday of Cruella, there.  More of those to come.







Could have been any of them.





And, of course…




 



Girl talk

 Boy silent.  Nodding is permitted.


Has it really?  Goodness, it’s so easy to lose track of time.  It feels like it was only yesterday.



Forgive it magnanimously?  No?  Oh well.




Dommes undertaking electrical play should ensure that some thick non-conducting material is in constant contact with any electrodes.  Males work fine.





It’s not a very big tube but it’s just large enough.




Funny how failures to communicate always involve me misunderstanding her and never the other way around.  Of course, the fact that I’m rarely allowed to speak could be a contributing factor.



Unforced feminisation

My SO looked a bit worried when I asked her to ‘feminise’ me.  She gently explained that no matter how hard I tried, I’d never make a convincing woman.  Even if I were to try to mimic feminine behaviour such as intelligence, competence, courage and leadership, I simply could not get away with it.  So obviously she was immensely relieved when I explained that all I meant was that I wanted to be dressed in a frilly pink dress and ordered to flounce around with a pout on my excessively made-up face.  I was soon happily across her lap having my naughty little knickered bottom spanked and shrieking like a little girl, so that was all right.

I don’t think I’d want to be a real woman anyway.  Too much responsibility.  And not enough chores.

 

Don’t you just hate it when you’re sent off to play with other sissies?  They can be so self-centred and immature. I’d rather just flounce about in front of Mistress, showing off my frillies.  Perhaps I should try having a tantrum about it.

 

 

 

 

She looks lovely in it.  And you’ll look lovely ironing it, too.


 

 

Actually, quite a lot of things taste a bit shoey to me right now, but that’s because for obvious health reasons I’m wearing the mask she made me most of the time, so it’s if the world were made of stinky socks.  I’m not saying that’s a bad thing…

 

 

 

Don’t worry about looking foolish when you’re doing the little dance.  Most of the passers-by probably won’t know what the moves and actions are supposed to be anyway. I’m sure they’ll find it amusing, though, and that’s the most important thing.

 

 

 

Rather like me, this gentleman makes an unconvincing woman, exhibiting as he does stereotypical male behaviour such as whining, laziness and cowardliness.  Fortunately, Her Maj has ways of dealing with those.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Maybe I’m just stupid

I thought we’d got it sorted. (NB: link is not femdom-related, unless you have the same sorts of fantasies about Louise Wener as I do).


Ah, those far off heterosexual days.





The game of ‘fetch’ is actually harder than it looks.




Once she’d explained her idea, they agreed that it was safe.  Not consensual – obviously – and quite possibly not sane, but safe enough, probably, so they just decided to go for it.




He’s lucky.  My
SO usually decides I’m too busy to take even 15 seconds out of my busy
schedule and of course I have to agree with her about that.



I think she’s right: she probably should have used a different bat.  But those big heavy ones have their uses, too.

 

Whatever she likes, whenever she says

 

Honestly, imagining bothering her about a little thing like that.

 

 

Oh well…wouldn’t want to disappoint Suzie, would we? 

 



Obviously, you are allowed to have opinions, even as her husband, as long as they’re the right ones.


…unless she’d rather I made her a nice cup of tea?  No?  Sure?  OK, cattle prod it is, then.



Like most men in a female-led relationship, I learnt about pre-menstrual tension quite early on.  Also post-menstrual tetchiness and during-menstrual extreme violence.



Femdom and story-telling

As regular ‘readers’ of this blog will know, I don’t go in
much for discussion of the philosophy and practice of ‘real’ femdom.  This blog doesn’t try to be realistic; it’s
just supposed to be fantasy and fun.

But at the risk of trespassing on Paltego’s turf I do have a question
to the ‘community’ to see what they think and it is this: is femdom porn (or any kind of kinky porn,
perhaps) just more interesting than ‘regular’ porn?
  

This question has occurred to me for a few
reasons.  One is that we are coming up to
this blog’s ten-year anniversary (more on that in a couple of weeks’ time) and I have been looking back through my own
witterings.  The other is that, for
various reasons, I have been revisiting some magazines that were my first
proper femdom porn – Cruella, Goddess, Vixen and Mistress – and reminding
myself how extraordinarily exciting I found them to be, in my early 20s.  I hung on every word of their stories, could
barely read more than a sentence or two at a time without having to put them down,
swooning with excitement and savouring the anticipation of where the story
would go next.

And that’s the point: femdom porn (the sort I like, anyway) tells
a story.  There’s a lot that can happen
in that story: fear, dread, forgiveness, revenge, cruelty, false hope, humiliation,
trickery etc etc.  I spend a lot of time
trying to think up new ways in which the ladies in my captions and stories can
be cruel, preferably with an unexpected twist, and from time to time I succeed. 
I’ve been doing that for ten years on this blog and I am not finished
yet.  I’m not saying every caption or
story I put up is a new idea – far from it, there are some well-worn themes –
but some are new and I certainly seek out and value novelty.  Mainstream porn
seems to lack that element… fundamentally, it’s about the sex act.  There are various inventive ways in which one
can lead up to the sex act (it doesn’t have to be a plumber coming around to
fix her pipes) and then there are some variations in the sex act itself, to be
sure: different holes, combinations, positions. 
But that does not seem to close the story-telling gap – the femdom porn
I like won’t usually feature any sexual acts at all, it is all ‘story’.  And it should have unexpected twists and
inventions that make the reader think ‘I never thought of that’, if it’s good.

I am raising this question about porn, but it applies to femdom more generally.   Although some of the pro-dommes I have sessioned with allow a ‘happy release’ at the end, not all do and it is certainly not the main focus of the session.  That might be humiliation, control, pain: again, a good domme (and there are so many wonderful ones) constructs a narrative, a story.

 

Femdom
porn image.  There’s a lot going on here.  One could write 5-6
different stories about this at least.  Why is he in the cage, how did
she get him in there?  What is going to happen to the collared guy
lying on the floor?  She’s wearing boots: is she going to kick him,
stomp him, make him lick them…?  There’s a cane, on the couch.  What is the significance of the steel box to the
right – is someone else in there already, is one of these two going in
there?  Is the box a ‘next level’ punishment after the cage?  She is looking at us – so are we there?  Are we next?  There is so much here for
the imagination.

 

Porn of the year - XVIDEOS.COM
And
mainstream porn (from the first page of a search just with the word ‘porn’). I can see they’re having a lot of fun.  And
again, one could tell stories of what happened before and what might
happen next – but not stories specifically inspired by elements of the
picture.  I can understand that other people find ‘mainstream’ sex as exciting as I find femdom to be, but the porn itself, the fantasy itself just seems a lot less… interesting. 

 

To make it a bit more personal: my own sexuality is 100%
kinky.  That is, I don’t get excited at
all by thoughts of vanilla sex.  If I watch a
mainstream porn video, I can get a bit into the suggestive looks and flirting in
the initial five minutes, but then the remainder of it – the grinding and
licking and thrusting and so on – does nothing for me.  But I am absolutely obsessed with femdom fantasy, as the ten years of this blog demonstrates.  I know that some others like both mainstream and femdom, so maybe they are better placed to answer the question than I am.

I’m porn-addicted, in fact – I can
spend many hours at a time on the Internet looking for and writing femdom
stuff, I can lie in bed for hours constructing elaborate scenarios and so on…  I won’t provide sweaty details.  But I guess what I am wondering, is: if I did
not have this kink, would I be as interested in ‘normal’ sexual fantasies as I am in femdom fantasies; interested in the same way?  If
only my inclination were that way – if I were magically transformed by some
kind of psychotherapy so that instead of fantasising about being humiliated and
punished by women, I just fantasised about having sex with them?  Would I seek out and construct equally elaborate fantasies?  Could I have put up 5000 captioned images about people having sex, instead of the 5000 or so I have published on my more
twisted and evil themes?  Would I enjoy looking back through them and reminding myself of what I came up with as much as I do?

It doesn’t seem to me that I could or would.  There just doesn’t seem to be enough going on
in ‘normal’ sex.  I certainly feel that if I were ‘normal’ I would have lost something because the vanilla imagination is much more limited, even though there would obviously also be advantages (less need for secrecy, better integration of my sexuality and my personal relationships). But is that actually true, or does that just reflect the limits on my imagination created by my existing sexual orientation?

All under control

 …just as it should be.

 

This image reminds me a bit of my first sexual partner, although the heel is a slightly different shape.

 

 

 

She’s actually never done a humiliation session before – but it turns out she’s a natural.

 

 

Fortunately, he has a very sophisticated palate, so whatever it is – or used to be – I’m sure he’ll be able to work it out.

 

 

 

Mainly, it’s the abuse, to be honest.

 

 

 

Poor dear man.  So very old.  So very dead.  I hope she gets over it quickly, so she can live a full life for him.  He’d have wanted that.

 

 

 

Marital law

 

Just before he takes his real marriage vows.

 

 

 

Don’t worry: biting during sex play is considered vanilla these days, so no one at work is likely to bat an eye if you turn up with a few playful bite marks on your neck, slightly raggedy ears or a couple of missing fingers.  So just let her go with it.

 

 

 

My SO thinks electric shocks are funny too.  I’ve never really seen the humour in it myself, but maybe it’s one of those Mars/Venus things.

 

 

 

 

It’s always worth
buying things in bulk.  My friends at school bought me a lifetime’s
supply of condoms and I’m less than one third of the way through. 
Exactly one third, actually.

The decision-making in this marriage is shared.  Once she’s made a decision, she shares it with you.  Well… it’s best to know, isn’t it?



And a topical one for the Brits:



Some tales

 … as old as time for this bright new year!

Fairy tales, that is.  Not all themed around Beauty and the Beast.  Well… except insofar as everything that has ever appeared on this blog does have that theme, if you think about it.


And of course she’s keeping the whip and the
cattle prod.  But she’d have those anyway – her mother would have
presented her with them as a wedding gift, had circumstances not caused
her to need them sooner.
Many girls dream of meeting a handsome Prince, when they grow up.  Only a small fraction of those girls also dream of watching him being eviscerated by a seagull and then going off to make passionate love to their girlfriend… but enough do to make the world a more interesting place.






Well, let’s hope she turns him back soon.  It won’t be much fun for her having to look after a guy who’s basically not much more than an erect penis with a handle.


He’s going to need her to try the black leather corset, too.



Don’t try warning her how fattening you are.  Women find that offensive and patronising.


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