Thursday, March 31, 2011

Just for Ms Suzanne

...who posted "I really need to find a femdom version of this."

I'll admit the first one is not a newspaper, and both (but especially the first) are distinctly more pervy than the "Loving female authority" peaceful setting that I think you're seeking.  But it's the best this humble servitor can do.

Dominatrix enjoys a good read as the wax slowly drips down the candles
Important safety tip: always extinguish a lighted candle before leaving the room.  Once, Madame forgot but fortunately the flame extinguished itself on the slave's bottom, instead of causing any damage.


Slave might fetch a decent price as a trade-in
They used to have a much deeper relationship, but then She bought a dishwasher.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

It is a truth universally acknowledged...

...that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a good hard spanking

Contemplating the Divine goes Jane Austen for the day!  Yes!  Captioned images of Regency female domination.  Hot chicks in empire-line dresses!  Well-born males degradingly forced to engage in social intercourse with ladies below their proper station!  Wild tea dances! 

Remember, you saw it here first!  And probably last.

Captioned image of Regency femdom considering some purchases from local artisans


Captioned femdom image rather unusually at a tea dance





Don't worry, back to the leather boots and miniskirts tomorrow, I expect.  But with taste, always with taste.



Incidentally, stats are now working again (hello - I can see you, in aggregate anyway).  Blogger said it was a 'known problem'.  If I've been given a chore by my Significant Other, didn't do it and just said it was a 'known problem' when She pointed it out, I wouldn't expect to get away with it.  I'd expect a beating.  But then I've always been lucky that way.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

It's a good thing exhibitionism is not my fetish

Hmmm.  My stats counter says I got 50 hits yesterday, and just 2 today, when I normally get over a thousand these days (still not much, I know…tell your friends about "CtD" as I rather snappily call it).

I don’t think the ‘magazine covers’ post was quite that bad, so I put this down to the stat counter rather than you all going away and (sniff) leaving me all alone.  Locked in this cage, with my hands fastened cruelly to the bars, and a chain around my...sorry, I was miles away.


Anyway, I reckon blogger has stopped counting.  Does this sort of thing happen often?  It does feel a bit like shouting into a darkened room, without stats that work.


Helloooo? 


Oh well.  I just caption the femdom images anyway, because I enjoy it and no one tells me not to.  Might as well post them here, whatever is going on.



Captioned image of femdom wife with cane
Look at those shoulders.  Powerful, and - no, I said look at the shoulders!






rather dangerous looking schoolgirls eek
I thought of spelling out what it is they'll actually do, but I think I don't need to.  I mean, just look at them!  I think these two look a lot scarier than most of the leather-clad dominatrices that I often feature.






Dominatrix proposes to repeat the whole caning
Need to do a few harder-edged, less 'funny' captions from time to time.  The 'I think we'd better just repeat the whole punishment from the start' idea has always been an exciting one for me... and once my Significant Other did it for real.  I didn't think she'd go through with the whole thing, as I thought she'd realise I couldn't 'take' it.  She did go through with it, and eventually I took it too. Ow.






Wife would rather you stayed in chastity
Oh well, worth a try.  Let's hope the person she finds for heterosexual sex is also only interested in heterosexual sex.  Otherwise things could get messy (and sticky, and really horrible-tasting too).


Monday, March 28, 2011

Remedial work

I do apologise for not posting yesterday.  And I see the stats for pageviews are way down on the day. I suppose that means many of you visit every time it is updated.  Goodness.  Hello there.  Some time soon, I'm going to try to find out more about you: which posts you like, which you don't so much, and which you'd like me to be spanked for putting up.  That sort of thing. 

I was unable to post anything yesterday, because I was too busy trying to open a portal to the future to obtain a magazine subscription for Lady Grey.  Unsuccessfully, so now I'd better produce some extra work rather quickly, or I expect I will really be in trouble.  Also, for lying, because this is just not true.

I'll get out of the way now, and let you at a few more than usual (wait for it, search engines): captioned images of female domination.

Beautiful woman is ever so nice about your small penis - mainly because youre paying her
Sometimes, pity can be more humiliating than contempt, don't you agree?

I wish I got really turned on by 'small dick humiliation'.  Then all my dates as a teenager would have been wildly exciting.  Of course, there'd have to be a 'don't quite know what to do with it anyway humiliation' fetish too.

Captioned image of a classic femdom milking scenario
At least she hasn't branded him.  That happens just before the drive into winter pastures, I understand.

Captioned image of beautiful eastern bloc soldiers in the Other World Kingdom
Aren't they great?  Wouldn't you just love to be running naked from them, ducking and weaving in blind terror to avoid the high-velocity rounds from their automatic weapons?  You wouldn't?  Boy, you're really weird, aren't you?

Femdom wife wants you to lick it up
Raoul's back - actually, I could tell because I'm the one who has to wash his underwear.

Captioned image of beautiful wife about to spank you for impertinence
I've a feeling I've used this picture before (but with a different caption).  If not, it's been sitting on my computer without being captioned and posted, which seems quite implausible, considering.
Captioned image of something really most unpleasant about to happen
I think what we have here might be a cultural misunderstanding. It's important to let her express her annoyance the way she wants to, without rushing to judgment or culturally insensitive condemnation.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

I give unto you a prophecy, according to the spirit which is in me

I was going to blog some captioned images of female domination, or maybe a silly short story or two, when a strange rosy glow filled the room, an eerie portal appeared before me and - in the fraction of a second it was open - three objects dropped onto the floor.

They appeared to be magazines.  One garish, glossy, cheap and cheerful, one refined and serious, printed  on thick quality paper and the last one - well, I could tell it had been put together by men, as it is badly printed, on poor quality paper, and held together just by a single staple.

I had time just to scan the cover pages and post them here.  I considered not posting the childish scribbles of "Adam's Apple" but it strikes me (ouch!) that these apparitions might be a scientific event of some importance, so I thought I should share all the materials.

Could this be a vision of the future?  Its warm rosy glow promising us all a better tomorrow?  It's all too much for my poor male brain, so I will simply post them for the world to see, without further comment, while I go off to do the ironing.








Dominant Lady Quarterly with Madame Sarka is not available for perusal by males - please delete this file if downloaded in error





Fight the power!  Rebel against the oppression of female domination!
I am sorry for including this ridiculous rag.  Male liberation indeed...probably a sort of schoolgirl joke.


Friday, March 25, 2011

Everything not forbidden is compulsory

...I occasionally have fantasies about a truly totalitarian domination regime, possibly even domestic (fascism begins at home, huh?).  Everything not forbidden is compulsory.  Without explicit orders to do anything, you are not permitted to move.  Even language (on the rare occasions when allowed) is limited to an approved list of words and phrases (like Newspeak).  For ever.
The quote, incidentally, is from The Once and Future King which is the basis for Disney's Sword in the Stone movie about King Arthur.  Just so you know...

The ladies below are not dictatrices, perhaps, but to you I think you can take it their word will be law...


dominatrix boss might not sack you but she'll probably cut your pay
If you beg sufficiently piteously, she'll probably relent.  But I think you can assume she'll stop going so easy on you in future.


Captioned image chilling with your domme
She's quite soft-hearted, so she'll probably let him out in a couple of hours.  Unless she forgets or something.


This is going to be really really embarassing
Might be a good time to offer to clean her house for a week.  Face it, that's the only way you're going to be pleasing her.


Femdom runs a male order service
You don't get employee rights.  You're not an employee. You're stock - and I think your book value is about to be written down.




Thursday, March 24, 2011

This is not a blog post

Dominant teacher wields the cane
I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

I am in detention because I am a nasty little pervert with a nasty little perverted blog.  I must write lines so that I learn not to post pictures of my betters for sexual gratification or humour.  Every 25 lines I write, I will put up my hand and ask Miss Hunter for a caning.  Then I will return to writing.  I will not stop until Miss Hunter decides that I have learned my lesson.

Miss? 




Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Fiction: If at first you don't succeed



The heavy paddle swept down and forward in a smooth movement and – CRACK – impacted the bright red bottom bent tightly over the desk.
“Twenty-three” Mistress Valerie intoned firmly, over the shrieks of the firmly-tied target.  He himself had long since stopped counting and thanking, and with a faint muffle caused by the thin panties covering his face, had passed through begging for mercy and was now capable only of crying hysterically and continuously.
Mistress Valerie drew the paddle back again and – WHACK!  “That’s twenty-four!” she pronounced above the sobs.  She strode around to the pantied head, noting the small puddle of tears on the floor with some disgust.
“Now let that be a lesson to you, Servitor!” she intoned, and stood frozen in silent triumph over her victim for a while.
“And…CUT” came a voice.
Mistress Valerie relaxed her pose and grimaced.  “How was that?” she asked worriedly.  “Was the lighting all right?”
“Yeee-es” Sandra said slowly, an elegant finger working the touchpad on a laptop wired up to all the video equipment.  “But I’m a bit worried about that siren that went past four minutes in…hang on.”
As Sandra listened intently to Her earpiece, Mistress Valerie leant back against the wall, arms crossed.  She gazed at the shaking, sweating Servitor with revulsion, and tried not to think that this sort of moment was just what cigarettes had been invented for.  She had given up just six weeks earlier.
“No” Sandra said resignedly, shaking her head.  “It just messes up the whole of strokes thirteen and fourteen.  We’d better take it again from the top.”
Mistress Valerie swore under her breath and stepped forward to pick up the paddle again.  There was a moan from below.  She glanced down in irritation.
“Oh do be quiet Servitor.  You wanted to be in a video and now you are.  I take my work very seriously; the least you can do is try to behave reasonably professionally.”
She composed her features, hefted the paddle, then nodded at her friend.
Twenty-four strokes with the paddle, Take Nine.” called Sandra.
“And…Action!”

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

A disappointingly small one

I'm afraid this will probably too small and feeble to give you much satisfaction (now why do I get a sense of deja vu typing that?), but I have little time today.  So I'll just stop messing about and get on with it, shall I?  Oh, right.  Sorry.  Here we go:


Captioned image of dominatrix towering over your POV
Love the point of view.  I love the tan too...I think she's been somewhere nice while you have been languishing in this cellar.  Which is, obviously, where you will stay after she has gone again.





Penny belts her husband pretty hard but no harder than he deserves
I love the start of this video (go on, admit it, you've probably seen it), although personally I'd prefer it if she stayed in character as a schoolmarm, with her clothes on, rather than going all nekkid and penetrative as Men in Pain videos always seem to do.  But that's just me.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Divinity lessons



Pay attention, as there might be a test later.
Madame Sarka loves sadism
Madame Sarka from quite early days of OWK.  Whatever might have happened later, and wherever things might have got to now, OWK simply changed everything for me and no doubt for many like me.  I will always treasure the memory of "OWK news No 1".  Truly incredible, unprecedented.


Captioned image of a date to remember
"Blimey...what a looker.  I've hit the jackpot this time.  That's right love, just tell me about your boring old office job...blah blah, career in human resources, yeah wha-ever, how'd you get into that then?  Women love it when you pretend to take an interest.  Nod, nod, interested and delighted look, just keep staring into my extremely fascinated eyes darling....oh fuck, she's expecting an answer to a question.  Just talk about me I suppose."

Captioned image of a schoolmistress waiting with a cane
I have the strangest feeling that by the next lesson you'll know the poem really, really well.


Spanked but never disrespected
And then you can straighten your little maid skirt back down over your well-smacked bottom and go back to your chores.  But with dignity.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Captivating

And we would go willingly to captivity, would we not?

Female domination of the best sort - with a cane
Personally I make a lot of fuss under the cane, and it does exasperate my Significant Other - a point she has put to me rather forcefully on occasion.


Femdom captioned image of a tug of war
She's already pulled them over the victory line.  She's just pulling for fun now.



Captioned image of a captivated husband
Sometimes I understand she leaves him a rubber ball or a stuffed toy.  But not always.



Captioned image of femdom forgiveness
No light-hearted caption to this one, I'm afraid.  I wouldn't dare.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Fiction: Take me to your Mistress

An extremely silly science fiction story, for those who like that sort of thing.


“Where’s Servitor?” Mistress Valerie asked.
Sandra looked up from the picnic table where she was heating water for some tea.  “I sent him over the ridge to the stream to wash up the dishes” she replied, nodding towards a rise in the ground just beyond the field where they had eaten lunch.
Just as she spoke, there was an eerie wail and a whoosh, and the far side of the ridge lit up with a blue flash, accompanied by green beams of light stabbing up into the sky.
Mistress Valerie looked worried.  “That sounds like an unusually severe fuck-up even by Servitor’s standards” She said.  “I’d better go and take a look.”  She took a riding crop, in case Servitor needed some help getting on with his work, and set off towards the disturbance.
As she scrambled over the top of the ridge, an extraordinary sight met her eyes.  Instead of seeing Servitor diligently scrubbing plates and forks in the little brook at the bottom, she saw what could only be described as a flying saucer.  Green, about 20 metres across and pulsing with energy, it had a ramp extended down to the ground.  Near the bottom of this ramp lay Servitor, stark naked (as he had been before, to be fair) and writhing helplessly (which on this occasion he had not been, at least not yet).
Standing over him was the strangest sight of all – a grey humanoid creature, with a huge bulbous head from which tentacles emerged curling over and down from its mouth.  It had two pairs of dark, intelligent, human-looking eyes above a gill-like arrangement on its cheeks.  It was looking down at Servitor, and prodding him with its tail.
Mistress Valerie strode down towards it.  “Oi!  Leave that alone – it’s mine.” she ordered, riding crop at the ready.
The creature looked up at the new arrival and made a strange whiffling noise.  “Ah, another puny human creature!”  it boomed.  “Have you come to challenge me, earthling?  You cannot harm me, a telepathic immortal of superior intellect and power of which you cannot conceive!  Surrender now.”
“I don’t think so” Mistress Valerie replied, casually.  “Now I told you – that’s mine and I want you to leave it alone.”  She flexed the riding crop menacingly.
The creature whiffled its laugh again.  “My technology is so far beyond your silly little stick-weapon as to be beyond your comprehension, earthling!” it declared contemptuously.  “See how I inflict agony on this ally of yours with just the power of my mind!”
And its forehead wrinkled, light enveloped the struggling Servitor and he instantly flung his limbs out in all directions, threw back his head and screamed in agony.  The creature watched approvingly for a few seconds, then nodded and the light faded to nothing, leaving Servitor to collapse in a shuddering heap.
“Yeah – but he loves it really.” Mistress Valerie said calmly, gazing down at the sobbing form.  “I’ve seen it before – hamming it up.  He gets all turned on thinking about it afterwards.”
“Does he?” the alien replied, uncertainly, suddenly no longer quite so confident.  It looked down at Servitor carefully.  “So he does.  How very unusual.  Are there many like him on your planet?”
“Oh, not that many.” Mistress Valerie smiled.  “But enough to pay the mortgage, you know?”
The creature looked confused.  Then it seemed to rally itself, and straightened up decisively. “Still – “ it boomed, louder than ever “ – the time has come, earthling, for you and all your kind to surrender to the power of – “
“Did you say ‘telepathic’?” Mistress Valerie inquired, casually.
The alien looked back at Her.  “Errr…yes, telepathic.” it said.
“You can look into people’s minds and read their thoughts?” Mistress Valerie prompted.
“I can” it said proudly, drawing itself up a little higher.
Mistress Valerie took a step forward, almost touching the frontal fronds of the strange creature.  She fixed its eyes with a level stare.  Look into mine!”, She whispered.
The creature stared back into her amber eyes, its forehead wrinkled and its own eyes assumed a slightly faraway look.  It seemed a little puzzled at first, then a look of pure terror swept across its face.  Its eyes snapped back to reality, and met Mistress Valerie’s cool stare again for half a second more.  Then with a high-pitched whimper of fear and a flurry of tentacles, it disappeared up into the spaceship, which lurched off the ground with a whine of engines, and hurled itself into the sky with indecent haste.
Mistress Valerie gazed up at the fast-disappearing dot.  “I think I just saved the world” she mused.  “They should put up a statue to me.”
She looked down to the ground, where Servitor was burbling something grovelly about always wanting to put up a statue to her, and was also trying to kiss her boot.  She moved away with distaste and kicked him gently in the face.
“Come on Servitor – can’t just laze around there all day.” She announced.  “Get on with your work, or you’ll be getting a taste of my crop.”
And she cracked it down across his naked flesh, just for emphasis.  She looked with approval at the angry red welt that instantly appeared.
“Silly little stick-weapon indeed!” She snorted.  “Some creatures just don’t appreciate good old-fashioned craftsmanship.”
And as Servitor limped slowly back towards the washing up, she set off back up the ridge to see if the tea was ready.

My apologies for the way the picture does not in any way match the story, except being a dominant woman in a SF setting.  But I just had to include it...fondly remembering when as a teenager, I was delightfully surprised when the divine Rachel Welch transformed an episode (actually two episodes) of Mork and Mindy into...a formative experience for this young pervert.