Friday, October 31, 2014

Turning points number eleventy-six

...well, I can't remember if it's exactly the eleventy-sixth in the series, but it's certainly something like that.  Yay!  Turning points!  Captioned images that - unusually for a blog about femdom - do not depict femdom situations. Not yet, anyway.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Just click on 'turning points' in the wordcloud thingy over there if you want me of this.  Or on something else if you don't.  Clicking "Other world kingdom" for example, will take you to captioned images of situations that are rather unambiguously femdom.  Clicking on 'giant wooden dildo' will take you to the only caption I have done featuring a giant wooden dildo.  That kind of thing.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

My philosophy

Fundamentally, I am rather lazy, as my Significant Other will confirm.  As She's not here just now*, I thought today that rather than bother to write any captions myself, I would let others do so - freely and shamelessly borrowing from the world's greatest philosophical thinkers (and Craig Silvey, whoever the hell he is but he has a great quote).

 

 
 
 
 
I must be a very bad man, then, because I desire it desperately.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 





*You won't tell Her, will you?

Monday, October 27, 2014

If it is there it is here - but not vice-versa

A few weeks back, several of you were kind enough to comment on a post of mine asking advice about publicising this blog.  I have now set up a Tumblr version of the blog, at http://servitor-again.tumblr.com/. 

Many thanks especially to Total Discord and an anonymous commenter who suggested doing this.

However, if you're reading this here there is little point in going there.  I have set up automatically to update when I post to this blog, but Tumblr requires that posts are categorised as photos, text and so on.  So a mixed post of this sort does not go up.  I have the automatic update set to 'photo' so every time I post here the first captioned image will be on Tumblr, but nothing else:  not the other images and no text.  A story using photos (like the recent Anne in Space) will be rather incomprehensible, as it would just consist of an uncaptioned picture of Anne wearing a spacesuit.  Which is very nice, obviously - almost as nice as Anne not wearing a spacesuit - but not really what I intended.  I'll also queue up some old captions, posted here long ago, to keep the Tumblr ticking over.  But anyway, there will be nothing there that has not already been posted here, so you're in the right place already!  Well done, you.

On with the show:

 
Very wise precaution.
 
 
 
Isn't it just?  Fast Show reference, obviously, for UK viewers.
No?  I'll get me coat...
 
 
Leave the back door open and lock the front.  That's what my mother always used to say, anyway.
 
 
Oooh - exciting!  I wonder what she's planning for those crucial last few seconds?  (Actually, of course, I already know but let's just say I don't want to ruin the surprise).
 
 

New dommes - don't try this at home!  No, hang on.  Let me clarify: if you want to get drunk in session, do try it at home.  Not down the pub.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Fall back


 
This is the wonderful, creative and devastatingly beautiful Lady Sophia Black, who has had the misfortune to encounter Servitor (under another name) on several occasions now.  Indeed, the very first time I met Her, I was a little late.  Ouch.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Outer space now belongs to...

Anne!  And it's got some stupid title but anyway it's the Anne in space film!

Here are some publicity photos, and a sneak preview of the dialogue - well, monologue - from one of the best scenes.



Houston?  Crewmember Brand here for Janus 9.   We have an emergency. Oxygen levels are now at 43% nominal and dropping fast.  I am in my suit and my status is green, but Commander Cooper and Crewman Benlow are out of their suits. Please advise, over.
Negative, Houston.  The Commander and Crewman cannot en-suit at this time, because they were engaged in sexual congress and the Commander cannot disengage.  Over.

Yeah – it’s kind of a forced bi thing I was making them do.  We’ve had a bit of a femdom scene going on up here, and I thought it would be funny to make the Commander fuck the Crewman up the ass.  They begged me not to, but I'm in charge in here.  Over.
What?  Well sure it's relevant to the emergency, dickbrain!  Ahem, sorry, the Commander’s sexual organ appears to be unusually engorged, Houston, probably due to the sudden drop in capsule pressure.  Consequently he cannot disengage from the Crewman.  Over.

Houston, do you copy?  Oxygen at 31%.  Rate of depressurisation constant.  Over.

Negative, Houston, the Commander is unable to join this conversation.  It's just on my suit channel.  I'm not broadcasting it through the cabin, Houston, because they'd be really embarrassed and they might hyperventilate.   Right now they're breathing fast and shallow, like we did in training for emergency depressurisation.
Request permission to detach the Commander’s penis from the rest of his body and thus enable both crewmembers to suit up. Over.
 
 
Houston, do you copy?  Over.


Houston, awaiting response.


Over.


Glad you're back, Houston.  You went kind of quiet there.  You want me to say again?  Sure.  Can I castrate the Commander?  He really doesn’t want me to but I think it’s the only way.  I’ve got a scalpel right here.  Oxygen now at 23% nominal.  Over.

Say again, Houston?  Turn the oxygen back up?  No, I don’t know how to do that.  I’ve heard it’s kind of complicated.  Over.

Negative, Houston.  I can’t see a dial that looks like that.   I could look for one, but it would take a long time. But I’ve got the scalpel.  Right here.  Please advise, over.
 
 

Oxygen levels now at 19% nominal, Houston.

Your call.

Friday, October 24, 2014

You can get more with a kind word and a whip...

... than you can with just a kind word.

These ladies know that.


Disappointed?  Well.. maybe a little.
 
 
 
He can continue to explore his interest in blow jobs too, I understand.
 
 


 
 
 
Enjoy. Only 25 seconds now...
 
  
 
Woof.
 
I'll confess, I don't often last the full twenty seconds.  But she's not one of those women who minds if her man comes very quickly.
 
 
 


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

O. M. G.

No story today.  No jokey captions.  Just... this.




Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllll!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

At the hairdressers



Hi honey!

What?  Oh, my poor embarrassed baby!  You haven’t been worrying about that all day, have you, honey?
Listen – if that’s what makes you feel sexy, it’s fine with me, OK?  But I just need you to wash the trainers out each time you do it, before I use them again, that's all.

Oh, really?  Well, honey, you know I run every day, so I guess they’ll get stinky again pretty quickly, won’t they?
Not stinky enough?  Awww... I'm sorry honey.  But you know, it's not nice for me when I want to go for a run, if you've spurted all over the inside, see, and -
Oh – hey!  I just had a brilliant idea.  Why don’t we keep an old pair of my trainers for you to come in?  You could sniff the pair I’m using as much as you like, but then when you jerk off you'd do it into one of the old ones.  Then I wouldn’t have to worry about finding my new trainers all sticky! 

Yeah?  That works?

Oh - if I force you, huh?  Honey, you're really pretty kinky aren't you!  Sure - I can force you.  I'll tie your hands behind your back and force your face down onto my stinky trainers with my foot - how about that?

Yeah - I thought you'd like that.  Or I could tie you to the bed and leave one over your face all night. Yeah, you betta believe it.  All night, honey.  Not in my bed, obviously.  I'm not sleeping with a smelly old trainer in the bed.  But I can put you in the guest bedroom.

What'll I do?  Oh, I'll be OK.  No, really. It's OK honey.    I mean, it’s not like our sex life was great anyway and – oh, I’m not blaming you, honey!  It’s not your fault you’re so small.  But I think we’ll both be happier if you don’t have to try to please me in bed any more.  I was thinking anyway of telling you not to bother - I mean, it just makes you all embarrassed and ashamed, and it does nothing for me so -
Hmm?  No honey, that’s just Mario talking.  I’m at the hairdressers.

Not these, honey.  These are mine, OK?

Well of course he heard, honey, but don’t be silly about it.  Mario wouldn’t say a thing.  Hairdressers know how to keep secrets – don’t you Mario?  Anyway, I told him weeks ago about our wedding night, so he already knows half the story.
Well sure, honey.  About all the condoms being too big to stay on and how you had to ask at the hotel reception for extra small and all that.  He was really sympathetic, even though he's never had the problem himself.  Just the opposite, actually.
What? Oh, I didn't mean anything by that, honey.  Just talking nonsense.  I do when I'm at the hairdresser's.  Listen, anyway, we need to get my trainers cleaned up.  If you won't wash them, then I guess you're going to have to lick it out, aren't you?  Yes, now, honey.  You got them there? OK, well you're going to have to put the phone down to get your face right in there and lick it all out, OK?
Oh - hang on!  Before you hang off, my old trainers are in the closet by the kitchen door, OK?  Those are what you use for playing with yourself, honey, not the new ones!  I mean it!

That's right.  OK, honey, have a good time.  I'll be back quite late - maybe not until nine or so.  I'm having some complicated hair treatments today.  I expect you'll find something to amuse yourself with until I'm back.  Won't you?

Bye!

See honey?  This is where you'll be making love from now on.  You'll always have a choice between two sexy lovers who'll never tell you you're too small, and they don't mind how quickly you come!  Do you wanna give them names?  I think you should give them names.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Consequences

A 'turning points' story.




Darling, can we talk about last night?  About the party?

Yes, I know you had a bit too much to drink.  That's what I want to talk about.

No, you were fine.  Just a little tipsy.  Not like Mark.  You weren't being drunk or embarrassing, or anything like that.  I just wanted to talk to you about the game.

The game of 'consequences', of course.  Have you forgotten playing?  We did one round, just before the Saxtons went home.

I've got all the strips of paper here, you see?  I got them out of the wastepaper bin.  Now - you had a blue pen, didn't you?

Oh don't try to pretend darling, yes you did, I know you did.

Right, so let's have a look, shall we?  Hmm...let me see.  I'll just unfold them.  That one's OK, you went first but um...yes!  What about this one?  I'll read it out.

"President Obama" met "Humphrey the Cat" in "a cattle market in Australia".  He said to her "There are better cakes in Portsmouth" (that'll be Mark, of course.  Anyway, doesn't matter.) She said to him "That's six of the best with my cane - pull your shorts down!"  And the consequence was "the Bee Gees reformed and released a Garage album."

You don't remember which of those was yours?  OK, let's try another.

"Mr Tickle" met "a strict headmistress, flexing her cane menacingly", in "Transylvania".  He said to her - well, it doesn't really matter, does it?  I do recognise my husband's handwriting.

Or this.

"Adam Ant" met "Seven of Nine" in "Cardiff".  He said to her "the flowers that bloom in the spring, trala, have nothing to do with the case".  She said to him "Because reasons".  And the consequence was "She put him across her knee, and spanked his naughty bottom until it glowed."

Honestly, I could have died of embarrassment when we read them all out.  Mark whispered to Gerry that you should be sent to bed early with a smacked bottom!  And everyone heard him.  Everyone except you, apparently.

If it was just a joke, it was a very silly one.  But perhaps there's something we need to discuss, is there, darling?  Because if you want me to put you across my knee and spank your naughty bottom until it glows, believe me - you've picked a very good day to find out what it feels like!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Resistance is futile

Utterly futile.

I love the way a recent article in the Guardian about science fiction on British TV just *happened* to use an image from this episode featuring whip-wielding dominatrices to exemplify the series Space 1999.
 
 

That's only fair, because you're not in fact safe.
The awesome Jean Bardot.
 

Aww... look at that little pout.  Isn't she sweet when she's cross?  Better do what the little woman says, hmmm?  Just to humour her, you know.  You can assert yourself later, I expect.
 
 
 
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a sweaty trainer stamping on a human face — forever*.
 
 
 
I do.
 
Mistress Francesca Harding, prepared it would seem to help with life-long learning experiences.




*Test time!  What is the slightly garbled literary reference?  Hmm?  Anyone?  You!  You at the back - hands out of your pockets, boy! - what's the answer?

Friday, October 17, 2014

OWK memories

As most of you will know, the Other World Kingdom closed its doors some time ago.  Like many submissives, I was completely captivated by the images and videos produced by this place, and I wish I had had the opportunity to go.  Especially in the very early days, there was a freshness and originality to OWK.  I still remember seeing the first full-page glossy ad for the place in a magazine (before the Internet - or at least before I had access, in 1992 or so).  There were these stern ladies escorting prisoners with a real concentration-camp vibe.  So different from the scenes shot in the British home counties, or the usual studios.

Anyway, through the extensive use of a media technique known in the trade as 'making it up', this blog managed to secure interviews with several of the OWK's ladies just before it closed, reminiscing about the early days and their time at the OWK.  The author would like to thank all of these ladies for donating their completely imaginary time, as well as for the advice they provided to him for self-improvement, during the course of the fantasised interviews.

We miss you, OWK.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

No means no

There's been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman's consent before any sexual activity.  And I think that's exactly right.  If she says no - that's it.  You'll just have to wait until next month.

 
Finally found something you're good at!  Well done.
 
 
The selection process is quite rigorous.  Some don't survive.  But there's plenty of them, so that's really not a problem.
 
 
Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn't take his mind off sexy things, I don't know what will!
 
 
They're more kind of... snaily, if you know what I mean.  You don't?  Oh.  Well - kind of like a cockroach that's been squished under a boot most of the day - and I expect you know how bad that tastes!
 
 
Awww... sweet.
 

Friday, October 10, 2014

Because she says so

...is there ever any other reason?


It'll help take your mind off the pain, while you're waiting, anyway.  Nothing like 'more pain', to do that.

 
 
How exciting!  I wonder who it is?
 
 
 
It's good to talk these things through.  And then to smack them out.
 

You've either seen the movie or you haven't.
 
 
 
Can't stop staring at.. the ...gloves...!  Oh, er, right!  Dinner.  yes, right away.