With every intention of surrendering to fifty-foot women

Oh and the pain is so sweet.

Yay, it's another science fiction special!  Yay...?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He does.  He's actually a very unpleasant human being. Believe me: I've known him for over 50 years.

 

It Came From Outer Space

And this is how the message ran...

She should put him in the stocks. 'Cos the sonic doesn't work on wood.

 

I believe there are still traces from which civilisation could be reconstructed, under the guidance of the Galactic Community.

I think you're about to experience their rigorous clinical testing procedures personally

I would just like to point out that as an arachnophobe, I did not at all enjoy searching Google images for the picture on the right hand side in the background there.  I suffered for my art.  Now it's your tur - oh, I did that one already, didn't I?

I don't really understand how anyone can be an atheist, in a world that contains Arianna Grande.   

What's that you say, blog 'reader'?  You don't think this one fits in with the overall science fiction theme of today's post?  Oh yes, it does.  You see: this is your future.

Enthralled

What a lovely word.  I am her thrall.

Happiest day of your life!  And don't you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she'll give you something to be unhappy about!

 

It's not just convicted sexists, either.  Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death.

I've never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth.

Looks fun.  And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month.  Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it's just fantasy play.

He found her through a card she'd put up in the local telegraphy office.

Dark-hearted commentary

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.  And so do hunger, cold, discomfort and terror.

It's actually the sign of a really considerate, thoughful guy not to protest when his date decides to fuck someone else whose more attractive.  Sweet guys like that are the ones that the really hot girls all want to settle down with, eventually. I'm told.

They taste much the same.  Don't wriggle quite as much while you're waiting for permission to chew, that's the only real difference, I find.

He has ambitions to be a Junior Housemaid's assistant, but I suspect that's beyond his reach.  Still, one can dream.

If it's sunny, he'd better wear a hat. Fortunately he has lots of hats: it's almost the only kind of present he ever gets.*  Everyone seems to think it's such an original gift idea... it would be heartless to tell them - and despite everything, he's not a bitter man.

* Thank you Iain M Banks, Use of Weapons.

Our youngers and betters

I suppose it never hurts to go through things again, just to make sure.  Well... I don't mean it never actually hurts - obviously it does hurt - I just mean.... oh , you know.

The longer it goes on, the longer his pleasureable anticipation, I suppose.

I wonder what she has planned for the evening.  For you, that is.

Aww... is there a little furry... hairy, leggy, fangy.. friend in there with you? Or several.

You, by contrast, can easily go quite badly wrong.  But you'll know when you do.

Annhilatrices

You know the 'trix' ending is almost the only example I can think of where femdom culture 'dominates' the mainstream. In principle, one can speak of an editrix, adminstratrix or investigatrix, but it's only going to conjure up an image of a lady in leather with a whip. As most things do for me, to be honest, but I'm talking about normal people.

Incidentally, is a female alligator an alligatrix?  

Incineratrix

 This particular incineratrix is the wonderful Goddess Sophia, who has occasionally been unlucky enough to have raw untreated Servitor spilling out across her dungeon floor, but she always managed to get it under control before too long.  A powerful and creative lady.

She's trying to transform the harsh, uncaring image of the findomme business. Although not too much, obviously, or what would be the point of it?

 

The ball gag is an essential element in this style of play, to make sure the little horrors don't go crawling in where they're not wanted.  And to prevent him screaming out his safeword, which ironically enough in this case is 'arachnophobia'.  What's that you're asking?  'What about his nostrils'? Well, don't be silly - that would block his breathing passages, wouldn't it? Honestly, how many times must I remind everyone: safety first!  That's rules 1, 2 and 3 in BDSM, yeah?  That's why she's using the non-poisonous kind, too, see?

Seems a bit soft-hearted to me.  I mean, 6/7 of his bottom won't be beaten at all, most days.  I thought she'd take a harder line, to be honest.

Of course, if anyone really hates it, she doesn't just let them suffer in silence.  Quite the contrary, actually.

Back to the nursery

It gives me a sense of enormous well-being

Know what I mean?  Warning: vanilla video after link that has nothing to do with femdom and is thoroughly safe for work. Do not click if that sort of thing offends you.

And they say sex offenders have nothing to contribute to society!

... and don't even think about the matinee on Saturday...

It's particularly cheap for fit young men, if they let her do it without any anaesthetic.

When I was a teenager I used to have this dread that girls would be turned off by my very small penis and would refuse to have sex with me.  Silly really, now I look back on it.  The very first girl I ever went out with explained that penis size is just irrelevant - for someone with a face as ugly as mine and such an tedious personality.  So that was a relief.

It's completely irrational to be scared of spiders. Spiders can't really hurt you*. Girls, yes: they can hurt you**.  Be scared of girls.  But not spiders.

*    Except in Australia
**  Especially in Australia.