Friday, May 31, 2013

Blessed art thou amongst women

We're all blessed to be amongst women, don't you think?  Usually, I have to pay for the privilege, but even so..

You know, that reminds me of a funny story.  The first time I visited a domme in France, she asked if I wanted to be "blessé".  So of course I said "Oui, Maîtresse!" and I knelt down and waited for divine benediction.
But, would you believe it, in French "blessé" means wounded!  
Goodness, how I laughed at my mistake afterwards, when the bones in my jaw had been re-set.
Funny old world, isn't it?  And apparently in Estonian, the phrase "blow job" means "penectomy".  Strange but true.  Could be all sorts of scope for amusing misunderstandings there, I imagine.
On we go.

Well... it's not as if the chair's that comfortable anyway.  Me on the ring, her sitting on the chair...we'll see who cracks first.
 Anyone not realising that this is the divine Eleise de Lacy, or that Femme Fatale Films are absolutely superb... well, anyone like that probably isn't reading this blog, actually.

I don't normally credit Tumblrs, but this is from the "fuckyeahstewardesses" tumblr, which once you're past the slightly, mmmm, crude name is actually rather tasteful and lovely.  Unlike the red glove treatment, which isn't either of those things.
Nothing to see here, let's move on.

She's going to be her own, er... ex-step-mother!  How cool is that?
 Planet Femdom.  If statuesque German ladies are your thing (and even more so, if you'd like to be their thing), it's the place you want to go right after this.
Ah yes.  Hers isn't quite as frilly.  And, to be fair, it doesn't say "punishment dress" on it either.  Or have the little lacy cuffs at the back for wrists.  And she can take it off herself.  Still, nice to be a matching couple.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Administrative oversight


Mr Hadley?  Hi – I’m Suzie Parker, from the legal department.
I’m very well, thank you.

Now, first of all I’d like to apologise once more for this dreadful mix-up.  We do everything possible to avoid mistakes, but it’s a big hospital carrying out hundreds of operations every day, and this sort of thing will happen from time to time.  We’ve had a preliminary investigation, and it seems the medical staff weren’t at fault at all – it did say penectomy on your admission papers.  It must have been some kind of typo at the admission stage.  Nobody’s fault really, just one of those unfortunate things.

The good news is that of course we want to offer you compensation.  This will be without any admission of liability, and you’ll have to sign a form saying you requested this operation voluntarily.

If you won’t sign?  Well then of course we’d contest any compensation claim in court.  You’d have to prove it was our fault.  Of course, you’d be completely within your rights to do so if that’s what you want.   At the moment, there’s a bit of a backlog, so it might take a few years.  And we tend to appeal decisions all the way up the legal system – just to discourage frivolous claims, you see.  But still, if that's what you -
Will you?  Oh good.  I’m sure that’s the right decision.   So here’s the consent form…

…that’s right.  And then if you could write out that sentence by hand, before signing.
Mmmm… “Genitalia” with only one “t” actually.  Oh I know – I always get that wrong too!

Lovely.  And sign there.  And here.  And separately there.  Great.
Now, the compensation scheme we operate is a generous one, but there is a sliding scale.  It’s based upon the loss caused, you see.   It’s not too complicated, but you have to fill in all this information, then we’ll work out how much you’ve lost because of this silly mistake.

That’s right…age, you see, and whether you’re married. 
That?  Oh, well we need to know the number of sexual partners in a year, because that affects the assessment of the loss caused by the removal of your testicles.  So the number of women – sorry, or men is it?  Right – the number of women you’ve had sex with in the last three years.  I bit intrusive, I know, but you can see the point.  I mean, we wouldn’t want to be paying a lot of compensation to someone for the removal of his balls if he never used them, would we?

Really?  As many as that?  You do know we’ll be requiring signed affidavits from each sexual partner, and –
 - yes, of course you can change it.  Best to get these things right from the start.  OK, that looks a lot more reasonable.

Hmm?  Masturbation?  What do you mean, masturbation?  Oh - oh I see.  So, you’d be claiming that the loss of your testicles has caused you harm because it makes you less likely to…yes, I suppose I see.  I’m not sure what our policy is on that.  I don't think I can think of a similar claim before... I mean, in some ways it’s a benefit, isn’t it?  Not having that silly little habit any more?  I mean, most men grow out of that when they’re teenagers, don’t they?  Still, I’ll check for you, OK?  You might get something.
Now for the penectomy, the sliding scale is based upon size.  So, if you could just indicate… there.  Yes.  And the girth, too…  you can just guess that one if you don’t really know.  Many men don't. 

Wow.  That was a big one, wasn’t it?  What a shame you didn't have any girlfriends!
Erm... you do realise, of course, that the hospital retains the, um… material that was surgically removed, so they could make a scientific estimate of the likely extent of the –

Yes, you can change that too.  Easy to get confused.  Gosh, that’s a lot less, isn’t it?  Maybe you were confusing centimetres and inches?  Easily done.
Right, well of course our claims department will be processing this, and you’ll receive notification of the exact sum due to you in about two months time.  But from the look of it, my guess, is that you could be looking at…well, several hundred pounds at least!  Won’t that be nice! 

Oh - and I forgot to mention the best news of all!  Although of course we admit no liability, the hospital wants to offer you a 10% discount off the tonsilectomy you were actually supposed to have!  And the same surgeon insists on carrying it out!  No really.  She says it's the least she can do, after inconveniencing you so much in this way.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Female domination - all the stories

I have collected together all of my stories published on this blog until about the start of this year, and uploaded them onto Scribd as pdf files.  There are about 30 stories, organised into four sections.  I have tried to make them look a bit like books, and they're collected in two volumes.  All were previously published here.

Use the links below to find them.  You can read them online or download, but I'd recommend the latter as I don't think Scribd particularly approves of this sort of thing, so they might disappear.

I have marked them as "private" Scribd documents, so they cannot be found directly by search engines, as Scribd doesn't seem to have any adult filters or anything.  I'll put some permanent links to them in the sidebar at some point.  You should be able to reach them, and download them for free by using the links below.  If you can't, please let me know and I'll sort it out.




* Do feel free to let me know, if you like my stories or captions, or anything.

And if you really don't like something, let me know about that too, as in a couple of weeks, I'll be visiting this lady (Lady Sophia Black - portrait below), and I'm sure she'd love to hear feedback about my failings and faults.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

My unfair lady

All I want is a boy somewhere
Far away from the city square
Tied down across a chair -
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of choc'lates for me to eat,
Whip in hand for his own hot treat.
Thrashed arse, he'll beg at feet
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Aow, so loverly...

Standin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still.
Scared to move, so the pail don't spill;
His pleading, high and shrill,
 Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?

Someone restin' across my knee,
Warm an' tender as 'e can be.
Who's scared to death of me,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?





Drowning in her eyes
Those eyes.  I could just drown in those eyes, couldn't you?

Huh.  Brad!  It's been 'Brad this' and 'Brad that' ever since he arrived.  Frankly, I am seriously considering giving him notice.  It's not as if we need a pool boy anyway, not having a pool.

It's funny to think, really, that you're just about the only man she encounters most days who isn't begging at her feet for mercy!  You probably help her keep a sense of perspective - and that's very important, for someone with a job they really love.
If you like Cruella, you'll probably love The British Institution.  I do.  Both.

Damn... I was really looking forward to November.

Actually, most chastity belts are massively over-engineered.  What might feel like irresistible pressure really hardly puts it under strain at all.  I mean, steel's pretty tough.  So don't worry, OK?

Friday, May 10, 2013

The future's bright - just not for you

More captioned images of female domination, of course.

Space 1999 amazons
As I've mentioned before: Space 1999 Devil Planet episode.  See it, if you haven't already.

Disciplinary verbals femdom
Actually, most humiliatrices are kind and gently supportive, out of session.  Just not with useless losers like you.  Asshole.
The remarkable Lexi Sindel.

Financial and physical domination
Still, on the bright side it should make sticking to her weight loss targets easier.
(The lovely Lady Heather, of course)

I think any really lasting relationship should be based on fear, don't you?

Oh dear.  You know, in these circumstances, the gentlemanly thing to do is just let her leave.  And don't even think of asking for your money back.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


Lots of people say that they love the post-orgasm state best of all.  I'm not sure about that.  I've been in a post-orgasm state since Day 2 of my marriage, and I have to say, it's not doing a lot for me.  My wife says I should give it more time, though, and she's usually right about these things.  And everything else.

On we go:

Beneath her femdom
I don't know about you, but I always find I come up with a snappy answer to that sort of question just a few minutes later, when it's really too late.

Actually, quite a lot of the boys have burn marks, in all sorts of places, so the mistake's understandable. Still - what a nuisance, eh?

Young people have these wild enthusiasms.  When she bought it, she thought she'd be making waffles every day, but soon enough it was left in the bottom of the cupboard, forgotten and unwanted.

Women!  So forgetful.  It's a good thing they've got us to look after them, isn't it?
Contempt.  Many pro-dommes try to conceal it, but ladies - if you're ever visited by Servitor, feel free to tell me exactly what you think of this forty seven year-old client...

Thursday, May 2, 2013

A love beyond price

Oh darling, you’ll never guess what happened today when you were out at the interview.  The strangest thing!
That man came round – the one we met in the market the other day.  He’s called Reshad.
Anyway, he just came to the door, so I invited him in for coffee.  I thought it was a bit creepy at first – you know, maybe he was interested in me.  But he’s not.  Not at all.  Do you know what?
He’s interested in you!
No, really.  He said you have a perfect rose-bud mouth, if you can imagine!
Anyway, of course I laughed and said you were spoken for.  And do you know what?  He offered me money!  I was laughing, and saying ‘no, no’ – you know, making a joke of it.  But I think he was serious.  Apparently, slavery is legal in his country and he has a place way out in the desert where he keeps all these men.  Well, as slaves!  Isn’t that just the weirdest thing!  He was offering $350,000 by the end.  Imagine!  That would pay off all our loans in one go.  Actually, it would leave us $165,000 over, even if we paid off everything.  He must be really rich.
Anyway, he was very persistent.  Wouldn’t take no for an answer!  So I said I’d think about it – just to get him to go away, you know.  And he straightaway said he’d come back this evening with his two brothers and a van. And he said he’d have the money in cash – now what was it he said in that funny accent of his?  Oh yes – he said “not that $350,000 peanuts bullshit! But proper money.”  I don't suppose he will, though.
He must be so rich.  Imagine being able to pay $350,000 just like that!  Or even more!
I mean obviously you’re worth a lot more than $350,000!  Oh - I don’t mean I’d ever be tempted!  I mean, really!  Even for that much money.  Or even more.  Anyway, it’s barbarous, keeping people as slaves.  I shudder to think about what they’d have to do to you to make you use your little rose-bud mouth on them!  You’re not at all like that, are you? 
I mean if you wanted to try it that would be different.  But you don’t want to try being a sex slave in the desert, do you?  Do you?
No, I didn’t think so.  Well, I expect he was probably just joking anyway.
Anyway, how did the interview go?  Do you think they'll give you the job?
Aww...poor baby.  Never mind.  I'm sure something will turn up, sooner or later.
Don't forget to drink up your milk, darling!  I got it specially for you.  Drink up every last drop.  Down it goes!  That’s right.