Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Art intimidating life


It's hard to believe anyone could be so cruel, contemptuous and dismissive... and not even charge for it.


Remember, there are no stupid questions, only stupid sissy co-workers.





How sweet.  I can understand why women are attracted to lesbianism. The thing I find incomprehensible is that some women aren't.




It is after all, voluntary slavery, so you should accept all her orders of your own free will. Otherwise you're not doing it right, and she'll have to step in.

Actually she knows precisely how to do that because apparently she's filmed pretty much the same scene in eight of her last movies.  I think the directors are just humouring her and that's probably a good idea.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Traditional crop-wielding ladies


Not a problem: premium cat food doesn't actually taste as nice as the adverts imply.  In fact, in tests I understand eight out of ten slaves said they preferred to go hungry than be forced to eat it... but why should anyone care about that?



Which is odd, because women are supposed to be good at empathy.


Having said which, these two - while not exactly exhibiting empathy I'll admit - are certainly very concerned to ensure fair treatment of all of the prisoners.  Which is nice.




She does use him for sex, but only in a facilitative capacity.




And I'm very persuadable.  I'll even pay for it.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Wisdom of the aged

As I am, with no false modesty, a rather 'experienced' player (although yet to score a point), I often find myself being asked questions by dommes* and subs alike, and I am only too willing to share what scraps of wisdom I have acquired over the years.  There have been posts on advice to a novice sub, and also those offering respectful and tentative advice to novices trying out the domme side of the 'relationship'.  Some might say that this is presumptuous, indeed impertinent.  My own view, for what it's worth, is that they are quite right.  It is, and here's more of it. What a bad, bad Servitor.

Especially without a riding whip.  She's not going anywhere any time soon, I'm afraid.

Plus, if they want handjobs at the end of the session, they can actually have them, for a change.  Blow jobs even - why not?

Alternatively, don't bother if you don't care which is which.

Or, again, don't bother. He can hold it in.  Rubber bands help.

Mmmm. I think the lady in this picture might be wondering how to preserve her in-session air of effortless superiority, having just broken the rule. She needn't: we love and worship them whatever they do.

* Most of the questions from dommes are along the lines of "Is that supposed to be a present?", "Are you going to cry again?", "Haven't you finished yet?" or "What the fuck are you still doing here?" but the answers to those just involve simple yes/no plus apology options, so I won't go into details.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

I did warn you I might do this

 Sorry, but it's the dominatrix song from The Pirates of Penzance.   Original here. What can I say? For some people it's drugs, others it's death-defying thrills... for me, writing femdom lyrics to Gilbert & Sullivan.  Just ignore me.

A lot of pirates featuring this week...

I have brightened the otherwise dire post up with images of the lovely Mistress Tiffany Naylor, whom I once had occasion to visit and found to be clever, funny and wise as well, obviously, as being as wonderfully sexy as she looks.


I am the very model of a modern-day dominatrix
I’ve slaves chained up in cages, on my racks and on a crucifix
I stroll around my dungeon in a corset quite fantastical
Or grimly flex my cane and tawse in sessions more scholastical.

I am very well acquainted, too, with strap-ons recreational
To use on squealing sissies in a manner penetrational
I know just how to walk with grace and style in patent high heeled shoes
Then elegantly lift one so he’ll lick the fluff and residues. 

I am very good with tawses, paddles, crops and swishy riding whips
I know just how to tap them on my palm, while subbie quickly strips
In short, in matters corporal, you'll feel it when the rattan flicks
I am the very model of a
modern-day dominatrix.

I make my clients dress in frilly pants all quite effeminate
A dress as well, then laugh at the pathetic sight of them in it.
I often make them flounce around and sing and dance all merrily
And smack their naughty bottoms till they sting and glow quite cherrily.




I am skilled in complex rope-work and tie knots with great dexterity
In bondage sessions you can be assured there’s no escape from me
And if you’re feeling bolder and want bondage with no give in it
My pillory is rigid, and I’ll sentence you to live in it.

Your soft and fleshy nipples will be clamped with cruel malevolence
The gift of pain is all you can expect from my benevolence
For I can judge precisely all the agony my skill inflicts
I am the very model of a
modern-day dominatrix! 

For humiliating verbals I’m the best you’ll ever grovel to
You horrid little maggot, you’re the shit I scrape right off my shoe
And if you want some SPH, I’ll giggle at the sight of it
And get a little ruler out to measure the wee height of it.

In fact, when I have learnt to master OnlyFans and Clips4Sale
When I have worked out Bitcoin, CCBill and payment by email
In short when I’ve a smattering of technical capacity

…’pacity’? Hmm… fassity, gassity, hassitty - aha! I have it… 

 You’ll say a better domme has never once before face-sat on me.

For my domineering talents, though they’re sneery and pervertual
Are mostly better suited to the real life than the virtual
But still, within my dungeon I can thrill you with a lot of tricks
I am the very model of a
modern-day dominatrix!

Saturday, September 19, 2020

My sweet lady

.... by George Harrison.  Pirate version, obviously. *   Extra bonus post today!  Me hearties!

It's odd - when she takes the elderly gentlemen's blood pressure and heart rate, the readings always come out higher than when one of the male nurses take them.  They use the same equipment so it can't be anything to do with that... it's just one of those little mysteries.

It's a good thing she was there to step in.  Normally, when she's off sick, L just leaves them a message to find a pair of sneakers and sort themselves out.

If we're talking about bad influences, personally I happen to think that Karen is a bad influence on her... but no one listens to me.**

Others just think it's rather fun... kind of a conversation piece.

Sometimes love needs a helping hand.

* Today being 'International talk like a pirate day'!  I celebrated this day once before by putting up an entire post of captioned femdom images of lovelies talking like pirates, with a lot of emphasis on being boarded through yer rear porthole, matey etc.  Forgetting of course that individual images get copied, tumblred, shared and generally distributed around the Internet without context.  An Internet that, not unreasonably, reacted by declaring these the worst captioned femdom images ever created.  So I won't be doing that again... there's 'good' humiliation and then there's the other kind.  So, just the usual perfectly normal captions today.  Yo ho ho!

** I write captions all the time and select images from my vast archive*** when I put up a post.  Consequently, many of these images were captioned years ago.  For some reason, I frequently settled on 'Karen' as the name of an off-screen more vicious friend of whichever divine goddess is speaking.  Anyway, that was before Karen became 'Karen' OK?  Let's hope that particular fad passes and let's hope most fervently that it never, ever also catches 'Janice' in its memetic claws.****

*** No, really.  I have about 1600 unpublished ones right now.  That's three years' supply.   Ha!  They said he was running out of captioned images; they said he was running out of ideas...  They were half right.

****Or 'Raoul'. 

Friday, September 18, 2020

She's right, you know

 She just is.

My SO once told me that it was on our honeymoon that I gave her the best sex she's ever experienced.  Which is a bit of luck, really, as you never know what you're going to get when you're in a foreign place and you don't know the escort agencies well.

It's only fair: she took his electric razor, when they split up, I understand.

Got there eventually.  Well done.  Now let's talk about ironing pleats.

Don't worry: he won't allow himself to be improperly influenced.  Properly influenced, yes, certainly, possibly even vigorously influenced.  But no more than that.

Women, eh?  Sometimes you're supposed to scream in agony, sometimes you're supposed to stay silent.  How are we supposed to know?  I mean, unless they use ball-gags and stuff.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Remembrance of times past

The Other World Kingdom is mostly gone, at least in its original form, but its memory lives on.  And so do the memories of those fine ladies who worked there, which by a process of entirely fictional thought transferrence have ended up inside the mind of the author of this blog.  From where, after picking delicately around the piles of rancid porn and mounds of bad ideas that clutter that place up, they emerge to be shared here.

Or, to put it more simply: OWK ladies remember.  Again.



Friday, September 11, 2020

Painfully accurate

Thank goodness for that. Generally, this blog disapproves of the use of painkillers on men - just seems wrong and counterproductive, somehow - but this could be an exception.

It's for her book club. They're meeting here this week, I think - you still OK to serve the snacks?

Just goes to show it's not all about the money.

Oooh... romantic evening ahead!

Angghwagh Mughwough!

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

A magical realm

Don't worry: it's not just spiders.  She can change into lots of things.  And she can change other people into other things too.  So, yeah: never dull.




Don't worry, I'm sure she'll change you back. After all, it's not going to be much fun for her having a boyfriend only eight inches high, is it?  Whatever could the two of you do together?




The fairy godmother is deep in the palace dungeons.  She's treated reasonably well but for some reason the sisters insisted that she be fed nothing but pumpkin - which she hates.  Perhaps one day she'll be granted an opportuity to explain that to them and they'll relent.

She can and she has.  More times than she'd care to admit, actually.




Perhaps he can charm her - she loves watching men writhe and scream and I'm sure he'll be doing plenty of that.

Friday, September 4, 2020

The love that dare not speak

 ... without permission.

Perhaps you could write her a nice thank-you note while you're wearing it.

No, they didn't mention Rodney. I hope I don't have to pay extra for him.

Just a soft little harmless thing.

When visting a French domme, once, I confused 'quatorze' (14) with 'quarante' (40).  The difference is actually very easy to remember, when the 26 'extras' are laid on with full force.

She believes in having honest relationships with her clients.  Most dommes do. It must be awful for vanilla sex workers, having to pretend to like their clients and to enjoy their nasty desires.