Thursday, August 23, 2012

Femdom story: Something for the boys 1/3

 
Linking to my older stories a few weeks back inspired me, so here is a new Serena and Alice story, which I'll publish in three parts.  This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don't like that, that's absolutely fine, and you don't have to read it.  It's also a love story.

Don't try any of this at home, by the way.  Use someone else's place, as most of the activities are quite messy.

Serena and Alice: Something for the boys 1/3

Serena and Alice... aren't they sweet?



“So what have you been up to lately – anything interesting?” Alice asked happily.  She always looked forward to her visits to her friend Serena’s laboratory, where so many men had been subjected to… interesting… medical procedures.  All strictly in the cause of science, of course.

“Oh”, Serena said casually.  “Not much really.  I’ve been working a bit on the male orgasm.  Trying to improve the mechanism, you know.”

Alice felt slightly disappointed.  “Male orgasm?  You?” she enquired.  “I thought you didn’t really approve of males having orgasms.  You always used to say that the best place for a man’s testicles is in your medical cabinet”

Her friend smiled, and glanced lovingly at the wall covered in wooden drawers, where her world-famous collection was housed.  “True, but you have to work with what there is.” she replied.  “There are still a lot of men in the world who are uncastrated.”  She looked sad for a moment, while Alice reminded herself for the umpteenth time that she really must take David in to be done.  She hoped Serena wouldn’t ask after him, as it was quite an embarrassment to her that he was still complete.  Fortunately, Serena very rarely showed any signs of interest in specific, individual men.

“Yes… so as there are still men out there having orgasms, I thought I might look into the subject” Serena continued.  “See if I could… you know… improve things a bit.  It’s all rather complicated down there, as it turns out.  Lots of different muscles, hormones.  Lots of stuff you can fiddle with.”

”Pain receptors too, of course” she added, thoughtfully.  Both ladies nodded wisely.  Both were big fans of the concentration of pain receptors in the testicles.  Indeed, Serena had identified at least seventeen different ways of castrating a male while leaving the full complement of pain receptors in place – or even enhancing it.

“A male orgasm is surprisingly complex, for such simple creatures” Serena continued.  “Of course, in its effects it’s not as sophisticated as the female ecstasy.  Four or five little squirts and it’s done.  But there’s a complex machinery of hormones and chemicals, as there’s first an erection, then the testicles prepare to spurt, while tubes constrict to hold it back, then the tubes dilate, muscular action results in rapid excretion of the seminal fluid, and then the erection dies down again.”

“And then he goes back in his tube for three months” Alice thought, absently.

“Anyway” Serena continued, “a very complex mechanism.  So I just thought I’d mess around with it a bit: take a few parts out, put them back in in a different place, see what happens if you try to run it all backwards, that kind of thing.”

“So what does happen” asked Alice, breathlessly.  She was so proud to have such a clever scientist for a friend.

“Well, mostly nothing.” Serena admitted.  “Generally, if you mess around with it, it just stops working, in one way or another. All rather fun, of course, especially the look on their little faces when you tell them it’ll never work again.  But there’s lots of ways of doing that, of course, as we both know.”

“Yes indeed”, Alice smiled, while furiously trying to remember whether she was doing  anything on Tuesday.  Maybe she could take David to the clinic on Tuesday.

“But sometimes you can break things in a more amusing way” Serena continued.  “Did you know, for example, that men can excrete semen constantly?”

“Certainly” Alice replied rather primly.  “David used to masturbate constantly before he met me.  I had his old house steam-cleaned throughout when I decided he should sell it.  Goodness knows where he’d been spraying the stuff.”

“No no” Serena remarked, kindly.  “I don’t mean masturbating frequently.  I mean constant release.  All the time.”

Her friend just looked puzzled, so Serena picked up a small remote control by her chair and laughingly pressed a button.

Instantly one of the men standing quietly ready for service behind them let out an agonized shriek and collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching ineffectively at the metal device between his legs.  Alice looked over with interest to where the man lay writhing and screaming in agony.  Blood was seeping out from underneath the metal.  It was going to make quite a mess, but she supposed that Serena had plenty of people who could clean it up.

“Sorry, wrong button” Serena muttered, and pressed another. Another of the men staggered slightly as if shocked, and stepped smartly forward.

“Alice and I would like to see Experiment 3564G” Serena said, without looking at him. “Oh” she added, glancing behind and raising her voice slightly to carry over the unceasing screams.  “And you’d better have that taken away and cleaned up.”

“Maybe leave it for just a little while longer?” Alice asked, with a slight note of urgency in her voice.

Serena looked over at her friend, who was sweating ever so slightly and breathing heavily.

“Of course, darling” she said, leaning forward to kiss her, her own hand reaching gently between her friend’s legs.  And the sounds of agony behind them mingled with increasingly delighted girlish shrieks, as Alice demonstrated the superiority of the female orgasm over any gender-inferior rivals.
 
The Government's trying to encourage more girls to do science.  And they should.  It can be a lot of fun.
 

Part 2 – in which we get on with the plot, for goodness sake

Fifteen minutes later, Experiment 3564G stood before two, relaxed and happy ladies.  He was a rather handsome young man, smartly dressed in a business suit and neatly groomed.  Alice was a little surprised.  Generally, when men took on names beginning with the word “Experiment” in Serena’s domain, they soon barely appeared, sounded or acted human at all.

“He looks pretty normal to me” she said, trying to keep a note of disappointment out of her voice.

“Oh, he is normal” Serena agreed.  “He lives a fairly normal life – has a job, drives a car.  Of course, it all belongs to me.”

“Of course” Alice said, slightly shocked.  Neither lady believed that men should own things.  As Alice had once remarked to David, her vibrator didn’t have a bank account so why should he?

“Except that he’s secreting seminal fluid right now” Serena continued, casually.

“Is he?  The dirty little…” Alice began, reaching reflexively into her handbag for a whip.

“No no” her friend laughed.  “Look closely.”

Alice leaned forward.  There was a small damp patch on the man’s crotch.  Alice’s nose wrinkled.

“Well that’s even more disgusting” she began. “I mean, he’s not even locked up and - ”

“Doesn’t need to be” her friend remarked, languidly.  Then she changed her tone quite suddenly. 

“Drop your trousers!” she barked at the ‘Experiment’, who hurriedly complied, looking nervous.  He stood there, his genitals hanging down – still outwardly whole and (remarkably, Alice thought) freely hanging without restraint, clamp or surgical suture.  A glistening thread of slime gently descended from the tip of his penis towards the floor, before breaking and falling as a tiny drop.

“Oh the filthy boy!” Alice exclaimed.  “Has he just come? Even David knows enough to clean himself up after – “

And she broke off in embarrassment, for fear of giving away her little secret about David’s continuing possession of his genitals.

But her friend was too absorbed to notice, and merely laughed merrily.

“Not at all”, she replied.  “Look”

Alice looked again, and saw another drop slowly forming, and eventually start its slow descent to the floor at the head of a glistening thread.

Serena and Alice... saving the world, one boy at a time.
“Yuk” she pronounced.  “When’s it going to stop?”

“It isn’t” Serena remarked quietly.

Alice looked puzzled.  “What – not ever?”

“Not ever” her friend replied, with pride. “He just oozes.  All the time.”

“Does he enjoy it?”

“No” Serena shrugged.  “Not particularly.  It doesn’t feel like anything, I think.  It just oozes.  Of course, his cock and balls feel a bit tender.  You know that feeling that men have when they’ve just had a really big orgasm?”

Alice nodded.  She loved giving David’s balls a good hard kicking after he’d had finished – and as his orgasms were so infrequent, they were usually pretty huge.  And then there was the penis whip…maybe she’d keep him intact just a little longer, it could be such fun.

“Well he feels like that all the time” Serena said, happily. “Quite sensitive down there, aren’t you?” she called out, and the man – with a frightened glance towards her knees – hurriedly agreed.

“How do you it?” Alice asked.

Serena smiled.  “Oh, it’s nothing. Anyone could do it.  Oh – as long as she’s an evil medical genius, obviously!”

She paused.  There was silence.  In irritation, she reached for the remote control and savagely stabbed a button.  After a sharp intake of several breaths from around the room, all of the men in attendance began laughing hysterically and clapping in delight at the joke.

Serena nodded graciously.  “Enough” she said quietly, and the rapturous applause ceased.

“It’s the tubes from the testicles to the penis” she explained.  “If you dose a man up with the right combination of hormones, you can keep them permanently dilated.  The stuff just leaks out, without any erection or muscular contraction at all.  And it’s just a little pill.  Serena’s special dilation hormone formula.  No more orgasms.”

“Just a sticky mess” Alice agreed, looking in some dismay at the spreading stain on the carpet. Perhaps that could be removed when the blood from the earlier accidental castration was cleaned up, she thought.  She liked to have things neat and tidy.

“Horrible” Serena agreed.  “But fortunately, Serena Enterprises has the solution.”

She reached for a plastic pack beside her.  “Sanitary towels for men!” she announced triumphantly.  “A bit like the traditional ladies’ ones, but more of a triangular shape, and curved. Oh – and about five times the price.”

“Is that because they’re so much harder to manufacture?” Alice enquired.

“No – just because I have the patent and no one else can make them” Serena grinned.  “I have half of a giant factory complex just outside Birmingham retooling to turn these out by the million.”

“And the other half is making…?” Alice prompted, suspecting she already knew the answer.

“Serena’s special dilation hormone formula, to pump into the water supply.” her friend replied, happily.  “If I can’t have an entirely captive market, I can at least have a desperate one.”

Alice was again struck not only by her friend’s scientific brilliance, but her commercial acumen too.  ‘Why couldn’t David think of ideas like that?’, she thought with irritation, and resolved to whip him a lot harder in future.
 
Part 2 next week. (here!)
 



Friday, August 17, 2012

Domesticated

Feral males can be such a nuisance, especially in urban areas, don't you think?  These ladies could sort all that out.

Femdom military discipline no less
The ladies in the picture do actually seem to be carrying canes.  Isn't that great?  swords.  Not canes, swords.  Oh well..maybe a quick 20 with the flat... hmmm?

This is the Chilean army according to the divine Ms Ayesha, so there we are.  Chile.  Long and thin.  Very much so.  I'll admit I don't know much else about Chile... but I know what I like.

A bleak lonely and miserable caption about kinky sex
If he only realised it, the triple whipping he gets occasionally is for his wedding anniversary.  But men - they always forget, don't they?


Lobotomised for love of a woman
I think it's a bit cruel. It's not as if most men have that many brain cells to begin with.


Dominatrices keep you guessing
Of course, she doesn't use spurs and riding whip.  Not on a pony.


Chastity cuckold honeymoon stuff
Easy for her to say.  She didn't have to spend the night sleeping in the hotel corridor.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Even naughtier words

So, a while ago, I published a post drawing attention to - oh hang on, you want a sexy picture don't you?

Got one right here...hold on a moment...don't go off to tumblr yet, ah - here we go!



Ouch.  Anyway, I was just saying that occasionally I like to draw attention to the fact that this blog doesn't just publish pictures but words too.  It's quite a while since I wrote many stories, but in the early days on Contemplating the Divine (it was originally all in ASCII format incidentally; quite a challenge) there were lots.  And newer readers of the blog might not realise that.

Of course, they're easy enough to find using the 'fiction' tag in the cloud to the right there, just below the lovely lady with the whip, but I like to be helpful (my name is a clue, there) so here are some links to some more of those early tales.

If at first you don't succeed.  A rather typical "Mistress Valerie and Sandra" story, based on two ladies I used to know (who had different names).  Light-hearted, depending for humour and erotic effect on the contrast between the casual nature with which the ladies treat matters that are, for the submissive, of painful urgency.  As indeed do most of my captions, actually.  Anyway, here's another, about Daylight saving time.

Serena stories, like this one called Crossed Wires, on the other hand, while also intended to be humorous, are rather heavier.  Mistress 'Valerie' mistreats her slaves without really noticing.  Serena enjoys their agony. She is also surgically trained; quite a good combination.  I have just written a new Serena story... 6500 words, so coming in spurts, as it were, fairly soon.

I think this one was intended as a Serena story, but she ended up being called Sabrina.  Possibly just an idiotic mistake on my part.  Wouldn't be the first.

In the morning is just a silly little tale, turning on the difference between the sweeping romantic love with which we sub-males invest our relationships and perhaps a more practical, matter-of-fact approach from our (in this case loving) superiors.

This one is a sort-of school story, but like many of my captions, it's intended to lift the curtain a little on professional domme relationships.  It's heavily inspired by a story called Dame School in the wonderful collection by Louise Malatesta: The Queen of the Grove.  If you take your kink very seriously, you won't like this sort of thing.  But for me, it actually adds to the humiliation that the school scene is not real.  As I explain to pro-dommes gracious (and unlucky) enough to receive me - I don't want them actually to pretend that I'm a naughty boy.  I'm a middle-aged pervert being treated like a naughty boy... and they are very welcome to express their contempt and amusement at that.

This one, about a femdom programme taking control of the computer, actually seems to get a lot of hits. Maybe it's the title?  People search for femdom story, and get this?  Good. 

I do quite a lot of this sort of thing - little pastiches of fairy tales and so on.  A bit like captions really.

Finally, I'd completely forgotten it but I wrote a huge, three part tale early on in this blog's history, about a guy who is living a very heavy femdom relationship, but doesn't realise it (oh, you'll just have to read it to see what I mean).  Bizarrely, I remember thinking at the time, this was a nice little idea that could be dealt with in a paragraph or two.    A Normal Marriage Part 1, followed by Part 2, and then concluded with the excitingly-named Part 3.

Right.  If you've read down this far, I reckon you deserve another picture of a lovely, don't you?


Friday, August 3, 2012

Restraining orders

Yes please.  Those.

These too:
Bikini briefs and pet play
The leash is invisible, but that doesn't mean there isn't one there.


Money domme makes good
Rather a thoughtless gift, as she can't drive, don't you think?  I expect he'll be punished for that.  When she can be bothered.



Pain inflicted lovingly and steadily
Pain-killers don't work, anyway. I was taking some, for a minor condition, but when I went to visit my Significant Other the nipple clamps still hurt like hell.  I'm thinking of complaining to the Adertising Standards Authority.


I cant remmebre what this femdom caption was about
Yes, being caged up for that long is pretty scary.  But not as scary as Lucy.


Hathaway with my heart
That would be really helpful, actually.  I find that almost every day, there are some moments when I catch myself not thinking about Anne.  Of course, it doesn't happen often, but it's still a bit worrying.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

An interview with Servitor

Responding to popular request from absolutely no one, the reclusive author of this blog has decided to reveal some of the secrets of his art, by being interviewed.  Our celebrity guest interviewer today is Mistress Whippenham, a highly experienced pro-am domination expert, normally based in Ilfracombe in Devon, South-West England, but today here in the blog room as a figment of Servitor’s imagination.  I’m sure you’re all keen to know everything about Contemplating the Divine and its author, so here we go.

Mistress Whippenham


Servitor (kneeling): Mistress Whippenham, it’s a great pleasure and an honour to have you with us today.  I don’t know whether you are a regular reader of the blog, but I hope that after today you might become so.  I am of course ready to answer any questions you might have for me.

Mistress Whippenham: Oh shut up, servitor, you snivelling little worm.  Fetch me a drink.

Servitor fetches her a drink, hands it to her and kneels back before her.

Servitor: Thank you for letting me serve you, Mistress.  Now, turning to the interview –

Mistress Whippenham (sharply): I thought I told you to shut up, didn’t I servitor?  I’m not accustomed to being disobeyed, or to having to repeat myself.

Servitor (uncertainly): But Mistress, the interview –

Mistress Whippenham: Right.  Gag.  NOW, worm!

What are you looking at, you little pervert?  How dare you!

Servitor reluctantly puts on a ball gag, and gently bows for Mistress Whippenham to tighten the strap at the back.  She does so, and also takes the opportunity to fit a leather hood over his head.

Mistress Whippenham: Much better.  Right then, let’s get on with the interview.  Where are those questions?

Servitor silently (obviously) hands her a piece of paper.

Mistress Whippenham (reading): Where do you get the ideas for your amusing captions?

Servitor: Nnnng mmmmpppphh grrrnnntnnnt, Mmmmmtttttthhh.

Mistress Whippenham: Uh huh.  And what software do you use to make them?

Servitor: Wnnnnggg, mmmnnggnnnh ng nggggnnnn hnnmmmrrrrrnnnt ngt hnnngggnng ng mmmmbbt nnnghhhmmmnnth.


Mistress Whippenham: Whatever.  Not like anyone gives a fuck.  What sources do you use for the vanilla photos?  Don’t take long answering, boy.

Servitor: Nngggnnnh mmmthhheeeernnnh, cnnngthrnnngttth  hhhnnnggthg.  MMmmmngth.

Mistress Whippenham: Right.  And, it says here, when did the obsession with Anne Hath – oh I’m not reading this shit, servitor. It’s as dull as everything else on this stupid pervy little wank-fest you call a blog.  No one’s interested in you, and I’m certainly not.  Apologise to the readers for wasting their time!  NOW!

Servitor:  Nnnnggg mnnnnhhheee nnnngggeee ngh mannnngggtthhhng mmmmnnnggggnnth.

Mistress Whippenham: That’s better.  Ridiculous little man.  Now fuck off.
Servitor fucks off.
Servitor trying to fuck off but failing to find the door.


Wasn’t that great? If you have any more questions for Servitor, please write each one out 400 times by hand, and send it to Mistress Whippenham somewhere in Ilfracombe, or better yet just throw it away.

NB, Servitor will be enjoying a holiday - regrettably not in the flood-drenched Devonshire dungeons of Mistress Whippenham - for the next three weeks.  Posts will continue, aided by the magic of blogger's "scheduling" but comments won't be answered for quite a while.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Inconsequential

Mostly, that's me.  But occasionally, my behaviour has consequences, and sometimes I just have to sit quietly and reflect upon that.



Take your mind off enforced chastity
Just talk about whatever comes to mind.



Top dominatrix
Actually, several of her classmates still fear her, but they pay for the privilege now.



Penile presents
His and hers - something for everyone. But always check it fits before leaving the shop.




Caned teacher no less
I expect she'll be terribly embarassed when she discovers her mistake.



The myth of the male orgasm
No really.  You'll be screaming too.  You'll see.

Friday, July 20, 2012

They who must be obeyed

The title based of course on the splendid in concept (but disappointing in realisation - just ask a frustated 13 year old desperately looking for femdom material in the early 1980s) nineteenth century novel She, by H Rider Haggard.  There's actually a sequel too, called Ayesha (although I always thought it ought to have been called She's Back), which puts me in mind of a remarkable lady with a more serious and worthy blog than this one. She has introduced me and others to the concept of "saudade", which makes me think that I am perhaps spiritually Galician-Portuguese. 

Anyway, this isn't getting those captioned images of female domination onto your screens and into your brains, so we'd better get on with it.


Judicial caning x2
Or don't keep calm.  That bit's up to you.



Naturally
I think she'll come to appreciate the gift in time.  Young love is all very well, but experienced wives know the value of a good leather whip.



Even
If you're considering asking for a refund, do bear in mind that she is still holding the whip.


Public humiliation and respect
I don't know why some men pay for public humiliation.  It's easy enough to get it for free, I find.



Littls snuff scene here but tastefully done
She genuinely doesn't want to drown him.  There was such a fuss about the last one, after all.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Sometimes I just need a firm hand



Someone else's, I mean.  Maybe one of these ladies might oblige?


Glamour femdom blonde
I'm sure Katie won't mind.  She's very easygoing.


Isn't that a wonderful expression? Almost takes your mind off the - ooh! -spikes...


It hurts where the dominatrix nurse wants it to hurt
Just about everywhere, eventually.  But starting off with the pain quite concentrated, in a few sensitive spots, I expect.






Castratix and here little emasculation hobby
I love this one.


Wifely discipline can leave a nasty taste
Or she might just tell you to swallow.  We'll see.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Naughty words

Just a brief, non-image post today, because -

OK, OK maybe just one image to make the links columns more attractive, here you are:


Hmm.  She looks rather cross, doesn't she?  Better hurry on past.
Anyway, what I wanted to say, was that this didn't start out primarily as a blog for captioned images.  I started it off to publish some stories I had written over the years, and then I tried my hand at a few captions (it only takes one hand, fortunately)...and nowadays it seems I do little else.  It takes so much longer to write a story than a caption, and the photos are lovely too, so I haven't written one for ages.

Increasingly I see links to this as a photo blog - which is great but it's not only that - so I thought I'd point out to newer readers that there are lot of stories in the early months (first half 2011).

Links to some below, then I'll probably post links to a few more some time.  Or you can just use the 'fiction' tag in the cloud over to the right there.

Air divine  Femdom airlines, basically.  Very much my kind of thing!  Written a long time ago, for my former Significant Other, a domme I adored. She claimed (rather sweetly I always thought) to find my stories and other writings amusing.  But with this one, I think she really meant it.

Chopped and changed Written specifically for this blog, stories featuring Serena tend to be rather extreme. The title's a bit of a clue too.

Tomorrow's World  This one is a parody of a 1970s British TV show about science.  So if you haven't seeen that, you won't get it.  Sorry.

Huge caption This actually started as a caption (regular readers will be wearily familiar with my attempts to fit text the length of a nineteenth century Russian novel onto the side of a picture).  But it just growed so I'm calling it a story.

Misappliance of Science An attempt at humour, as a party of bored schoolgirls are led around a huge science and manufacturing centre dedicated to - guess what - the enslavement and punition of males. Part 2 here.

Waiting  One of my very few serious stories.  A lot of you liked this.

More new endings Despite the title, this is a new ending for only one old tale: Cinderella.

Scenes  Little vignettes, which could almost be captions really.  Written a long time ago, for two ladies I knew.  Their names have been changed.  My own favourite story from this period is this one.  And it also gave me a chance to publish a picture of Raquel Welch (from the femdom episode of Mork and Mindy and if you don't believe me that there was one, you can ask Mr Youtube).

That's it for now.

Oh OK, just one more picture this time, then.  Isn't she lovely?

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Mildly pornographic and feebly humorous captioned images relating to female domination

...well, the subtle post headers don't seem to attract as much traffic as the more literal ones, so I thought I'd try a different tack.  On with the show:



Sexy babysitter - shame youll be locked up
Well, at least she hasn't invited her boyfriend over like the last one.




The thighs...
Genies... just when they think they've seen it all, they can still be surprised, huh?



Dangerous is sexy and vice versa
I think an important lesson will be learned here, don't you?



Pain management lessons
Don't worry, she's recently taken an advanced-level course in pain management.  She's really good at it.



Another castratrix image oh my
Could you get some milk as well? Thanks, you're a treasure.