A New Task

Over breakfast this morning Goddess smiled and looked at me across the table,

"ethan i have a new task to add to your list. As you know i have symphony tickets this evening with Felicity, so i won't be home for supper."

"Instead of preparing My supper i would like you to start cleaning my shoes this evening"

With that She rose from the table,

"Follow Me"

i trailed Her to the bedroom and She opened the door of Her shoe closet and displayed Her collection. i admit i didn't realize just how large a collection it had become. It never seems to stop growing.

i looked over the racks of  pumps, stiletto heels, sandals and boots carefully. i was feeling a little nervous, excited and intimidated at once.

"As you can see this is not going to be a small job. I expect you the clean each one carefully, top to bottom, in detail until it shines"

Smiling She continued

"Now i know what a thing you have for My shoes so i figured you'd enjoy this task"

"Oh and one other thing"

" I want you to strip naked for this. I want you down on your knees in the buff while you buff my shoes"

"I'm going to enjoy thinking about you while i enjoy the concert. When i get back I expect to find you here at the closet entrance, naked and on your knees. I'll be inspecting your work. Is that clear?"

"Yes Goddess of course"

"Good, all the cleaning supplies are here on the shelf. I don't expect you to be able to finish this task in just one evening but i expect you make a good start and to do it right. I will be checking your work very carefully and if it's not up to My standards you will be corrected"

"You know how much I love my shoes so I expect you to treat them with great care. I'm adding this to your weekly task list. I want my shoes and boots kept absolutely clean and polished at all times. Clear enough?"

"Yes Goddess, very clear!"

"Good boy, now give Me a kiss before I head to work"

She kissed me with intent and gave me a sly smile.

"Enjoy" was all She said before heading out the door.

Once She departed i went back to the shoe closet for a better look. i was amazed just how large Her collection had become. This was going to be a long process, long and humiliating. Which i guessed was the idea.

Goddess normally enjoys humiliating me on a regular basis and i was quite surprised She had not taken every opportunity to rub it in since i adopted my new role. Apart from the scattered 'housewife' reference She has been quite gentle on my ego, mostly being really loving and supportive. She has even dropped the 'housewife' expression and started calling my by a more appropriate title of 'houseboy' when She teases me.

Now that i seem to have taken to my new role with enthusiasm maybe She feels its time to assert Her Dominance more forcefully.

Which is OK by me. i love it when She cracks the whip. Her little humiliations only fuel my submissiveness, my desire to serve Her and my love for Her.

to be continued......

The Rise of Femen

It's no secret that in the world today despite the rapid and unmistakable advancements (including outright victories) made by Women in many western countries there are still many places ruled by misogynistic patriarchies where Women are suppressed politically, socially and sexually. That is why it is so amazing to see many young brave Women stand up and assert Their rights. The founders/members and participants of Femen are such Women. Brave and seemingly fearless They have at great personal risk stood up for Women in these societies. What has no doubt helped them in their cause is Their decision to protest topless or nude. This is a very cleaver strategy in which they have chosen to take advantage of the very thing that gives Women so much power over men and strikes fear into chauvinistic males everywhere. Female sexuality. Notice the massive overreaction of the authorities. Doesn't that suggest they are afraid of these Women. And so they should be. Confident, passionate, intelligent and sexual Women are the patriarchy's worst nightmare (or could it be their secret fantasy).

Anyway Bravo Ladies! 

-ej

From the Guardian;

"Femen's topless warriors start boot camp for global feminism
Ukrainian activists set up an international training centre in Paris to teach women the art of naked protest

In a chaotic and crumbling former public washhouse in a rundown district of northern Paris, Inna Shevchenko was explaining how a large leather punchbag hanging from the rafters might be used by the foot soldiers of a new generation of feminists.
As she prepared to welcome recruits to the Ukrainian-based feminist group Femen's first "international training camp", it was clear that the instruction would not be all ideological. The talk was of "war", "soldiers", "terrorism" and "enemies". Was it not curious, one French journalist asked, that Inna and her warriors had adopted the language of combat, traditionally a male domain, to describe their mission?
Was it not also inconsistent, another asked, that the ? In a week that had seen the banning of
photographs of a topless Duchess of Cambridge, it was certainly topical.
"Ah, but we have a different idea; we are talking about peaceful war, peaceful terrorism," Inna said. "We are taking off our clothes so people can see that we have no weapons except our bodies. It's a powerful way to fight in a man's world. We live with men's domination and this is the only way to provoke them, the only way to get attention.
"We don't hide our bodies, we don't hide our faces, we confront our enemies face to face. We look them in the eyes and we have to be well prepared physically for that."
There was, she explained patiently, no contradiction in going topless or naked to against what they view as the three main evils of a global "patriarchal society": sexual exploitation, dictatorship and religion. Protesting naked, as Femen's slogans insist, is liberté, a reappropriation of their own bodies as opposed to pornography or snatched photographs which are exploitation.
On a less intellectual level, taking their clothes off ensures a lot of publicity.
"There is an ideology behind protesting topless, but we quickly realised that if we took our tops off and screamed loudly it was a good way to get attention," Alexandra Shevchenko, one of Femen's founders, said. "It works. Of course, people talk about our nakedness, but they are also listening to our message."
She added: "Believe me, it is really difficult for me to take my clothes off and stand in a public place. But this is the fight, and the fight is never easy."
The Femen movement was created in    in 2008 to protest against sexism, prostitution and the exploitation of women in the former Soviet state. Inna, 22, second daughter of an army officer, and a journalism graduate, took off her top and joined the protests, a decision that would cost her a well-paid job as a press officer at Kiev town hall. In August, she fled Ukraine after a well-publicised stunt in which she wielded a chainsaw semi-naked to chop down a large wooden Orthodox cross in support of the jailed Russian feminists    : "Afterwards I was followed for three days by the secret services. In fact they're not very secret, they like you to know they are following you to make you scared. One morning they tried to break into my apartment. I thought it was a sign I was in danger. I wasn't scared about being in prison. I have already been in prison many times, but there are worse things."
An open invitation from a group of feminists in France brought her to Paris, where Femen has set up camp in the Lavoir Moderne Parisien, in Paris's poor and ethnically mixed Goutte d'Or district. In his 1877 novel L'Assommoir, Emile Zola described the Lavoir Moderne, then a state-of-the-art public washroom, as an "immense hangar, with its flat ceiling, and open beams sitting on steel pillars closed off with large clear windows".
After closing in 1953, it began a second life as a community theatre, now under threat and in financial difficulty after a property developer acquired the building with a view to turning it into flats.
On the first floor, high above where the old zinc washing vats would have steamed, a vast airy room is plastered with Femen campaign slogans: "Nudity is freedom", "Let's get naked", "I am a woman, not an object".
If the male journalists and photographers who have beaten a path here since Femen announced its training camp are disappointed to find the girls fully dressed in the international uniform of jeans and T-shirts, they have the good grace not to show it.
Outside, on the streets of Goutte d'Or, the three tall, beautiful women cut an incongruous path through the veiled and headscarf-wearing women of the large local Muslim community, weaving their pushchairs through the roadworks. Femen's "Better naked than the burqa" campaign has made few inroads here.
"The decision to bring the fight to France and open a training centre was a French initiative, an invitation from French feminists who sent us a message saying they needed us," said Inna.
"Before then we thought of France as a first world and already feminist country that didn't really need us. Since arriving, I have met many Frenchwomen and they say they need to start the fight again. We are bringing a new face, new blood, a new fight to
."
She added: "Classical feminism is like an old sick lady that doesn't work any more. It's stuck in the world of conferences and books. We have the same ideas as the classical feminists, what is different is the form of fight. We fight in a way that will attract young women to the ideology again.
"Early feminists fought for the right for women to wear trousers and jeans and won. Now we can wear trousers and jeans, but when a woman speaks in parliament, do the men listen? It's still a world dominated by men, where women are slaves and where women still do not earn the same or have the same opportunities. So we have to start again. It's the clothing fight all over again."
To that end, Inna is staying in Paris to give her new feminist recruits their "physical and ideological training", while Femen militants Alexandra, 24, and Oxana Shachko, 25, are returning to Kiev, where a similar camp will be established. A third is planned for Brazil, where Femen has a large following, in the runup to the 2016 Olympic Games.
"Soldiers will be born here, but they will not be French soldiers. They will be feminist soldiers, international soldiers," said Inna. "Women in every country need Femen."
Back to the big leather punchbag hanging from the rafters, and Inna admits that the training sessions will not be entirely pacifist. "Feminism should be provocative," she adds. "There's no other way for women to get attention. It's the only action left to us. So the training will be moral but also physical. You have to be in good shape, because at protests you may need to run away or attack the police or jump on a building or a car."

The French riot police in their "robocop" outfits have been warned."

my Failings; i was argumentative this morning

Goddess is a bit cross pissed off with me today since i was a bit argumentative with Her this morning. i was cleaning the counter top with the wrong cloth, one which She does not want used for that purpose. When She saw what i was doing She ripped the cloth from my hand and through it to the floor.

"Never, ever, use that cloth for cleaning the counter ethan"


i unwisely tried to argue that what i was doing was OK.

She adjusted my task list for today to include washing the dirty cloth by hand and then washing/scrubbing all the garbage bins around the house (a task She knows i really don't enjoy).

She sent me an e-mail ordering me to make a public apology.

This is that apology;

i was WRONG. Clearly. i should never question Your decisions or reasons Goddess. It is not my place ask such questions. my role is simply to carry out Your wishes. Your motives are not mine to question.



i realized my mistake too late though. i should always be accepting of Your opinions and accept Your thoughts and judgements graciously and without complaint.



So Goddess i offer my full, unconditional apology, publicly here on Female Future for all my readers to see.

i am so so sorry.

i will apologize to you deeply and earnestly in private when You arrive home, accepting without hesitation any punishment and/or correction You deem appropriate.

P.S.  i have completed Your additional tasks, hopefully You will find them to Your satisfaction. i await Your inspection of my work this evening.

humbly, submissively Yours,

ethan

Rise of women in Canadian politics is unmistakable and unstoppable

Another nice article (by yet another conservative male) on Women's political advancement. When Goddess read this She simply said,

"I love it when Women take power"

-ej

"By John Ibbitson


When Pauline Marois is sworn in as premier of Quebec next week, 49 per cent of Canada's population will be served by women premiers. How cool is that?
Ms. Marois will join Christy Clark of British Columbia, Alison Redford of Alberta, Kathy Dunderdale of Newfoundland and Labrador, and Eva Aariak of Nunavut.
The rise of women in Canadian politics is unmistakable and unstoppable. In Alberta, Ms. Redford fended off another woman, Danielle Smith of the Wildrose Party, to win the provincial election earlier this year. In the July contest for National Chief of the Assembly of First Nations, half the candidates were women and a woman, Pamela Palmater, came in second to the heavily-favoured incumbent, Shawn Atleo.
When premiers tussled over a national energy strategy at the Council of the Federation, Ms. Redford confronted Ms. Clark, with Ms. Dunderdale trying to calm the waters. Saskatchewan Premier Brad Wall, whose province also has oil, was the token male in the debate.
Quebec, Manitoba, British Columbia and Yukon have all broached the 30-per-cent mark for female representation in their current legislatures. (Yukon leads with 37 per cent.)
At the federal level, the last election brought female representation in Parliament up to 25 per cent for the first time, thanks in part to the large number of NDP women candidates who won in Quebec, many to their own surprise. Thirty- nine per cent of the NDP caucus are women; 100 per cent of the Green caucus is, in the form of Leader Elizabeth May.
Twenty-five-per-cent representation by women in the House is still well below that of many other developed nations. But it does raise an interesting question: Since Canadian parliaments are still dominated so heavily by men, with a relatively small pool of women, why are there so many women premiers?
If there is a social scientist who has come up with a researched theory, this writer has yet to hear of it. But Nancy Peckford has a pretty good off-the-cuff explanation.
It still isn't easy being a woman politician, observes the executive director of Equal Voice, which advocates for more women in politics. Many must juggle family demands that men aren't expected to meet; they are likely to have lower incomes than men and thus fewer resources; there probably are still some voters who are disinclined to put a woman in charge.
"The challenges to becoming a candidate and succeeding on the ground are huge," Ms. Peckford said in an interview. "But the ones who make it into that pool are incredibly strong and very adept and quite committed to succeeding," making them more likely than some of their male counterparts to strive for the leadership itself.
It's an intriguing notion. Who knows if it's true? To any graduate student who's still casting around for a thesis topic – there you go.
Whatever the reason for how they got there, for the next few months, at least, about half of us will have a woman for a provincial first minister. The situation is likely to end when British Columbia goes to the polls in the spring. The odds of Ms. Clark prevailing against NDP Leader Adrian Dix are long.
But then Dalton McGuinty's minority government in Ontario is living on borrowed time. And the NDP, led by Andrea Horwath, won a by-election last week in what had been a safe Tory seat.
Lose B.C. and gain Ontario, and the percentage of Canadians served by women premiers climbs to 75 per cent."

Shakira is a Cougarette

She announced She is expecting Her first baby with Her boyfriend who is 10 years younger than Her. i did not realize that.

Nice.

And congrats to Her.

-EJ


"(Reuters) - Colombian singer Shakira said on Wednesday she is expecting her first child, with her Spanish soccer player boyfriend Gerard Pique.
"As some of you may know, Gerard and I are very happy awaiting the arrival of our first baby! At this time we have decided to give priority to this unique moment in our lives and postpone all the promotional activities planned over the next few days," Shakira, 35, wrote on her website.
The singer, who did not specify a due date, is bowing out of a music festival in Las Vegas this weekend.
In the near future she will be juggling both motherhood and work. Earlier this week the singer, along with R&B star Usher, were confirmed to replace Christina Aguilera and Cee Lo Green for the fourth season next year of NBC's hit singing contest The Voice.
Shakira burst onto the international pop scene with her 2006 single, "Hips Don't Lie."
Pique, 25, plays for FC Barcelona. The couple first met in 2010. This will be their first child."

my First Week @ Home (Update)

Well i've certainly been keeping very busy over the past few days. As Goddess predicted i haven't had much time to stop.

i have now settled into a nice routine. Each morning i rise at 6:45, a little before Goddess, and head to the kitchen to make coffee and begin preparing Her breakfast before She heads off to work. i then return to the bedroom at 7:05 to awaken Her.

Waking Her up i will note requires great care. She has particular demands regarding specifically how She is to be awaken. To do this i place a gentle kiss upon Her cheek or the nape of Her neck , this usually begins to cause Her to stir with a gentle smile on Her lips, upon which i then place a soft kiss before departing to set the table for breakfast.

i used to make the mistake of waking Her by rubbing my hand on Her shoulder or touching Her in an annoying way. Needless to say this drew a viscous verbal rebuke which i have never forgotten. After that She gave me very clear instructions about how to awaken Her. Doing it wrong results in punishment. Period. Full stop.

"Wake Me like a sleeping Princess" is how She put it.

After Goddess departs for work i proceed to clear the table, wash any dishes by hand if required, then load and start the dishwasher. Once the dishwasher is started i check for any laundry that needs to be done and proceed with that as well as taking out the trash and recycling. Returning again to the bedroom i proceed to tidy up and make the bed (something She is very particular about).

After this i am allowed 1 hour for physical exercise. This week i have been alternating  between bike riding and weights.  i want to be in peak physical condition for Goddess so that i both look good for Her and am able to meet whatever demands She makes of me. After this i take a quick shower.

The real focus of my daily task list is, however, keeping Her castle in a state of immaculate cleanliness. Each day this week i have chosen a part of the house to concentrate on. my objective is not simply to clean but to detail every surface. This involves, spraying, washing, scrubbing, vacuuming, scrapping, rinsing every floor, counter top , molding, fixture, door, table top, shelf, sink, shower, bathtub, light fixture, appliance etc until it gleams. Needless to say i have spent much of the week on my hands and knees or on a step ladder, wash cloth in hand.

In the early afternoon i make a shopping list and head for the store. i usually budget about 1 hour for this then return, put things away and continue with the cleaning. The objective is to do a complete cleaning of the house by the end of the week and begin the process all over again each week.

" I expect things to remain in a permanent state of perfection ethan"

i am also allowed 30 minutes per day to work on this blog. She says She enjoys reading it and it keeps me mentally stimulated and thinking about my station in life, Our/our relationship and it helps to promote Female Supremacist values, something We/we both deeply believe in.

At about 4:30-5 PM i begin preparing supper. Goddess usually returns from work between 6:30-7 so i time things to have dinner ready when She walks through the door. i always keep in mind that a hungry Goddess is an angry Goddess. That's not something i want to face.

Last night was a typical evening. At 6:30 from the kitchen i hear the door opening. I rush to greet Her, planting a kiss upon Her lips as i take Her coat, purse and laptop bag. She was in a very good mood. I ask Her about Her day and the big meeting and She says that everything went great. She notices that the dining room table is already fully laid out and inquirer's about dinner. i inform Her that everything is ready to which She smiles and responds,

"Nice, I love coming home to this"

As i head back to the kitchen to prepare to serve dinner i hear Her from another room,

"Oh wow! Everything is so clean it shines, that's awesome ethan"

i can only smile. She soon appears in the kitchen and comes up behind me. She places Her open hand on my left ass cheek and slowly glides it from top the bottom. i feel a tingle all over. She started doing this little move just this week. i find it crazy erotic, i feel that tingling sensation through my whole body when She does this. i think its a little touch that expresses both appreciation and possessiveness at the same time. i absolutely love it!

She continues through the house for a quick inspection. i follow pointing out the various points of focus of the days efforts.

"ethan, if I knew just how enthusiastically you'd take to this I would have starting keeping you at home a long time ago. This is really wonderful, i think it might be a good idea for you to stay at home permanently. you're a fantastic houseboy!" i just grinned from ear to ear and kissed Her deeply. i can't recall the last time She seemed so happy. i just beamed inside.

We/we enjoyed a relaxing meal and had one of the best and most wide ranging conversations in a long time. She kept commenting on just how happy i seemed and it was obvious that She was also really pleased. So far i would say the new arrangement is working out great with Our/our relationship only growing stronger.

After diner i cleared the table and cleaned up while Goddess took Her shower. Upon emerging She came to the kitchen and took me by the hand,

"I think we should go to bed early tonight"

With that She lead me to the bedroom and She changed into Her silk pajamas and i stripped down to my briefs. We got into bed together and held each other close and began to kiss with great passion. my cock began to twitch hungrily and Goddess just smiled as my manhood  quivered against Her soft tummy.

She ran Her finger down my chest, stopping to pinch my left nipple, hard. I gasped and She devoured my mouth with Hers.   I massaged Her back and took a firm grip on Her behind as She ran Her fingers along my thigh, first on the outside then moving to the inside as i opened my legs wide to give Her full access to Her favourite toy.

She tickled my balls through the fabric and ran Her finger along the edge of my pounding erection. I gasped as She wickedly flicked Her finger from my cock-head, a surge of pleasure rushing through my mind as my muscles squeezed a shot of sticky pre-cum onto my briefs.  She circled the growing wet spot with Her finger causing my whole body to tremble as i through my head back, overcome.

She placed Her fingers inside the top band of my briefs and pulled down hard as Her tongue explored my mouth, an unspoken command to get naked, now!

i stripped away my single, meagre, piece of clothing and hugged Her tightly. Her soft warm curves driving my lust. i began to unbutton Her top. I wanted to touch those maddening breasts oh so badly!

i adore the feel of Her breasts so much.   i straddled Her from above gliding my fingers around the soft curvature of each breast. Cupping a full one in each of my hands i caressed Her nipples with my thumbs then leaned in to take one in my mouth, softly kissing and pulling on Her hard nipple with my lips. She exhaled, a low moan of pleasure parting Her lips as i lost myself in an insatiable hunger for Her. That sound, the low moan She makes, one of the most beautiful sounds in all creation.

As i kissed and caressed Her Breasts She stroked my cock with increasing intensity, Her soft hand becoming slicker and slicker as it pumped away. my lust reached a fever pitch, i began fucking Her soft sticky hand. Desperate for completion i thrust back and forth in sync with the Her stroking. Lost in desire i barely noticed when She stopped pumping my cock, She just let me thrust at Her encircling hand, grunting, gasping sweating, devouring Her breast with my mouth. On the very edge of paradise. She withdrew Her hand, leaving me to hump air a few times, another little humiliation, another display of Her Feminine power.

i think 'no...no...NO...let me finish!Please!' but i can't form the words to even beg.

i am so owned by Her.

i feel Her hands on my head.


She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pushed my head down. i flinched from Her harsh pulling but then i remember that this is all about Her, Her pleasure is why i exist. my greedy cock is my problem, not Hers. i pull away from Her breasts, my lips pulling on Her nipple as i leave. i kissed my way slowly, gently down her soft warm tummy until my lips landed on a sticky wet spot just above Her belly button. She giggled when She realised why i suddenly jerked my head up. Not letting go of my hair She pushed my head back down.

"Lick it up, clean yourself off of Me"

 
 i followed a slick rivulet of my own excitement to a pool in Her bellybutton. i licked and sucked my pre-cum from Her body as She giggled.

Continuing my journey, with great care i remove Her pajama bottoms, sliding them down slowly.

Placing my thumbs on each side between Her thigh and and Her panties i slowly, delicately pull them down and past Her ankles.

i continue my travels until i reach the gates of heaven. i can feel Her heat, smell Her excitement. i again part my lips and use my tongue to part Hers. She is sopping wet with desire. Stretching my mouth i reach my tongue deep inside gathering Her juices and pushing upward i encircle and suck upon Her hard swollen clit. i can sense Her tense up then melt. Her hands pushing me hard and deep against Her sex, smearing Her wetness over my face. Obsessed i continue to feverishly lick, swirl and suck Her bud, faster and faster  until i feel Her reach the edge. One last flicking motion of my tongue, hard and fast,

"yes...Yes....YES!


and She convulses with pleasure, a joyful scream from Her lips.


"oh fuck YES FUCKKK, yeah "

Grabbing my head tightly She roughly grinds Her pussy wildly over my face in victory.

Then She relaxes,  releasing me.

My jaw and tongue ache,  my face is raw and sticky. i smell of pussy.

i look up to see the look of pure dreamy satisfaction on Her face and i feel so in love with Her, so in awe of Her.

my cock still aches and drips. i am unfulfilled yet totally satisfied.

Her satisfaction is my satisfaction.

i crawl up to Her and we embrace, hugging tightly. my hard, hungry cock resting against Her warm soft tummy. She strokes it lightly, i allow myself to get lost in this little pleasure"

"I love you so much ethan, you make Me feel like a Princess"

"and i love You Beautiful Goddess "

We/we drift off to sleep

men, Evolve or Else

Yet another voice calling on men to get used to the new Matriarchal order and find their place in it. guys need to adapt to the role reversal (its not going away) and get busy supporting their Female companions (be They their Wives, Girlfriends, Goddesses, Dominants or whatever the nature of his particular relationship).

Adapt or face Their wrath! Today's Alpha-Females aren't  going to put up with lazy males stuck in an extinct past. they are like dinosaurs and We/we all know what happened to the dinosaurs. 

men, you can be a dinosaur and face a life of unproductive loneliness or be a new man and serve a Goddess. 

-EJ





"Plastic women, cardboard men
By MARGARET WENTE

The patriarchy is dead. The new world order is a matriarchy. And the guys can't figure out where they fit in

I know a fiftysomething woman who went back to school last year. She needed a credential in order to get steady work, so she invested eight months and several thousand dollars to qualify as a personal care assistant. She cleaned toilets to help pay the tuition. The pay is low, but she'll always be in demand. Her former husband (he's the same age), meanwhile, has more or less dropped out of the economy. History seems to be repeating itself with their kids. Their focused daughter is a top university student with an eye on a good career. Their son dropped out of university in his first semester. Since then, he's had a string of low-paying jobs. He has no plan.
Men of all ages are dropping out these days. Another friend, a woman in her 40s, has a soon-to-be-ex-husband who drove them into bankruptcy. He lost his job and can't find more work and is about to move back in with his mother. My friend, who stayed home to raise their four kids, is now working double shifts to put herself through nursing school. In between work and school, she shops for food, feeds the kids and drives them to their lessons. The last time I saw her, she fell asleep sitting up.
As for thirtysomething women, many of them are building impressive careers while their men just coast along. They pay the mortgage, and the guys pay the utilities. Nothing wrong with that, if only the guys would pitch in more on the home front. But a lot of the guys turn out to be incredibly passive – like oversized knick-knacks parked in front of the TV.
The patriarchy is dead. The new world order is a matriarchy. And the guys can't figure out where they fit in. As one university-educated urban male told writer Hanna Rosin, "All the things we need to be good at to thrive in the world we imagine existing 10 or 20 or even 50 years from now are things that my female friends and competitors are better at than me. Than us."
Ms. Rosin's new book, The End of Men, is a strikingly revealing tour of the ways in which the postindustrial economy is reshaping our culture. Today, the things that women excel at – human contact, interpersonal skills, verbal skills, creativity – are more valuable than brawn and muscle. These skills can't easily be outsourced. Women are good at interpreting feelings and ideas. They're smart, diligent and reliable, and they mostly stay out of trouble. On top of that, they're extraordinarily adaptable. Women have taken on new roles and colonized male realms (pharmacy, veterinary medicine) with astonishing speed, and held on to their old roles and realms as well.

But the men are stuck. It's much harder for them to adapt, and a lot don't even want to try. Few men of any age are willing to go back to school, especially if they have to clean toilets for the privilege. Even fewer are interested in "women's" roles, even though those fields are where most of the employment growth will be. Of the 30 professions projected to add the most jobs over the next decade, women dominate 20. Many of these jobs (home care, child care, food preparation) replace things women used to do at home for free.
What happens when women start entering a male trade? That job becomes devalued (at least in men's eyes), and men flee – a phenomenon that Harvard economist Claudia Goldin calls "pollution." For example, few men go into pharmacy any more, even though it offers a big salary, secure future and reasonable hours. "All my really top performers have been heavily women," one female dean told Ms. Rosin. She called the men a "lost generation."
As Ms. Rosin puts it, women are plastic – malleable, fluid shape-shifters. Men are cardboard – they can't bend.
Everyone knows how women are outpacing men at university. But the new shocker is the decline of men in the labour force. The ratio of men who work has plummeted to a record low. Today, just 69.8 per cent of all U.S. men are working or looking for work, compared with a long-term average of 78.3 per cent since 1948. The aging population is only a minor factor. Work is in decline even among men of prime working age, 25 to 54. In the 1950s, nearly 98 per cent of all non-institutionalized men that age worked; today, only 88 per cent do.
What happened? "Male" jobs disappeared and, when men couldn't find other "male" jobs, they gave up. Millions of men also went on disability, which has become a runaway welfare program for the American middle and working class. (In some months recently, more U.S. men have gone on disability than found work.) And the decline of men has closely tracked the rise of women. If more women are willing to support their families, then fewer men have to. Which would be all right if men were able to take on new roles and identities as easily as women do.
I've no idea how the new world order will play out. Ms. Rosin thinks more men will eventually catch on and find their places in it. Meantime, there's one scene I can't get out of my mind. It's a village in the hills of Thailand that my husband and I visited a few years ago. The women did all the work – the child rearing, the farming, the cooking, the wood and water gathering, the long trek to town to sell their vegetables. The men sat around discussing politics and smoking opium. They didn't seem terribly miserable; I guess they'd gotten used to it. "

My New Life Begins

Well, Friday was my last day at work. I spent the day packing up my things in boxes and moving everything to the car, saying my goodbyes and wrapping up. i have to say that it felt a bit weird but i can't say i was sad or unhappy about leaving. At the end of the day i transported all my office boxes to the basement for storage and went upstairs for a short period of contemplation. i felt really very calm and at peace with my decision.

At 6 PM Goddess came through door. She seemed concerned and gave me a big, tight, hug and said simply,

"I love you so much and I'm going to love having you at home"

With that She gave me a gentle squeeze on my right ass cheek and kissed me deeply, Her lips grabbing mine and lingering.

My life as Her full-time stay at home houseboy had begun.

"I have plenty of tasks for you to work on so don't think you'll get bored"

That night we just had drinks and cuddled on the couch. She really wanted me to feel loved and appreciated and i did. We had a quiet couples evening at home.

The next morning Goddess arose early for a hair appointment and i got up with Her, making Her coffee and breakfast before She headed out the door. Once She left i figured i had might as well take the initiative and get to work. I loaded the dishwasher and got started on the laundry. 

Upon Her return i complemented Her on Her rather sexy new hairstyle and She seemed very pleased that I had jumped right into my duties without being given my orders.

"Nice, ethan, very nice. I have a major report to prepare for next week so I'll be working all weekend and i expect you to figure out what needs to be done and get to it".

And did i ever. i felt so energised. i wanted so much to please Her that at that moment i don't think i've ever found the prospect of house work so erotically charged. i think i was sporting a semi hard-on under my jeans most of the day.

I practically zoomed through my chores. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, a trip to the market and preparing supper.

"Wow you're super efficient today"

She seemed to marvel at my new-found energy and i adored Her for allowing me the opportunity to serve Her so completely.

I served dinner and cleaned up everything while She took another hour to wrap up Her writing.

Afterword She again hugged me tightly and told me just how pleased She was with me. It seemed that the first day was one of me really taking to my new role. Truth be told though this was a pretty typical Saturday for me. Just that from now on this will be everyday for me. Seeing the joy on Her face though was all the motivation i needed. It felt just so right to me.

With both of us ready to relax after a hard day Goddess suggested something a little unusual and fun. A Wii sports tournament, just to move a bit and blow off some steam.

"The loser has to get down and kiss the winners feet!" She declared with a sly grin.

i suspected She had no intention of losing!

"You seem really confident Goddess"

"Don't I always win?" She replied.

"Yes Goddess, You always win"

"OK then, tennis, bowling and golf. Set up the machine houseboy!"

i got off to a good start winning three games to two at tennis but She absolutely kicked my ass at bowling and beat me by six strokes at golf.

I playfully objected however that when i was trying to take my golf swing She would sit on the couch and dangle Her adorable naked foot in my line of sight.

"Not fair" i protested.

"Since when is anything fair between a Woman and a man?" She asked in reply, feigning innocence.

"Never,  Goddess, never"

i began to fall to Her feet when She interrupted me,

"Lose the shirt and pants first"

i eagerly stripped down to my briefs.

Satisfied She simply pointed to Her foot and i dutifully dropped to my knees and began my oral adoration of Her.

i became lost at Her foot, time seeming to stand still until She again spoke,

"Nice job loser" She extended Her foot and rubbed it against my swollen shaft, further stretching the fabric of my briefs.

"I can see you really enjoy losing to me ethan"

i just moaned and smiled at Her as She rubbed Her foot along the length of my cotton covered sex, kneading me with Her toes.

She returned the smile, "Good, because i love beating you, beating men, putting boys in their place".

"It's just so adorable that you know where you belong"




 

Everyone can see the Female Future

When even a conservative male commentator can see it happening We/we truly live in new times.

"Why Men Fail
By DAVID BROOKS 

You’re probably aware of the basic trends. The financial rewards to education have increased over the past few decades, but men failed to get the memo.
In elementary and high school, male academic performance is lagging. Boys earn three-quarters of the D’s and F’s. By college, men are clearly behind. Only 40 percent of bachelor’s degrees go to men, along with 40 percent of master’s degrees.
Thanks to their lower skills, men are dropping out of the labor force. In 1954, 96 percent of the American men between the ages of 25 and 54 worked. Today, that number is down to 80 percent. In Friday’s jobs report, male labor force participation reached an all-time low.
Millions of men are collecting disability. Even many of those who do have a job are doing poorly. According to Michael Greenstone of the Hamilton Project, annual earnings for median prime-age males have dropped by 28 percent over the past 40 years.
Men still dominate the tippy-top of the corporate ladder because many women take time off to raise children, but women lead or are gaining nearly everywhere else. Women in their 20s outearn men in their 20s. Twelve out of the 15 fastest-growing professions are dominated by women.
Over the years, many of us have embraced a certain theory to explain men’s economic decline. It is that the information-age economy rewards traits that, for neurological and cultural reasons, women are more likely to possess.
To succeed today, you have to be able to sit still and focus attention in school at an early age. You have to be emotionally sensitive and aware of context. You have to communicate smoothly. For genetic and cultural reasons, many men stink at these tasks.
But, in her fascinating new book, “The End of Men,” Hanna Rosin posits a different theory. It has to do with adaptability. Women, Rosin argues, are like immigrants who have moved to a new country. They see a new social context, and they flexibly adapt to new circumstances. Men are like immigrants who have physically moved to a new country but who have kept their minds in the old one. They speak the old language. They follow the old mores. Men are more likely to be rigid; women are more fluid.
This theory has less to do with innate traits and more to do with social position. When there’s big social change, the people who were on the top of the old order are bound to cling to the old ways. The people who were on the bottom are bound to experience a burst of energy. They’re going to explore their new surroundings more enthusiastically.
Rosin reports from working-class Alabama. The women she meets are flooding into new jobs and new opportunities — going back to college, pursuing new careers. The men are waiting around for the jobs that left and are never coming back. They are strangely immune to new options. In the Auburn-Opelika region, the median female income is 140 percent of the median male income.
Rosin also reports from college campuses where women are pioneering new social arrangements. The usual story is that men are exploiting the new campus hookup culture in order to get plenty of sex without romantic commitments. Rosin argues that, in fact, women support the hookup culture. It allows them to have sex and fun without any time-consuming distractions from their careers. Like new immigrants, women are desperate to rise, and they embrace social and sexual rules that give them the freedom to focus on their professional lives.
Rosin is not saying that women are winners in a global gender war or that they are doing super simply because men are doing worse. She’s just saying women are adapting to today’s economy more flexibly and resiliently than men. There’s a lot of evidence to support her case.
A study by the National Federation of Independent Business found that small businesses owned by women outperformed male-owned small businesses during the last recession. In finance, women who switch firms are more likely to see their performance improve, whereas men are more likely to see theirs decline. There’s even evidence that women are better able to adjust to divorce. Today, more women than men see their incomes rise by 25 percent after a marital breakup.
Forty years ago, men and women adhered to certain ideologies, what it meant to be a man or a woman. Young women today, Rosin argues, are more like clean slates, having abandoned both feminist and prefeminist preconceptions. Men still adhere to the masculinity rules, which limits their vision and their movement.
If she’s right, then men will have to be less like Achilles, imposing their will on the world, and more like Odysseus, the crafty, many-sided sojourner. They’ll have to acknowledge that they are strangers in a strange land."

i think Brooks gets it about right on some key points. i feel he downplays, a bit, Women's innate talents and abilities that give them an edge in today's economy though he does acknowledge Their advantages. The core point he (actually Hanna Rosin, he just agrees with Her) makes however is that many men are still trying to live in a world that no longer exists. The failure of many males to acknowledge and accept the emerging role of Women as societies leaders is holding men back and making them miserable. There still exists an element of male ego out there that clings to the notion of the male as the breadwinner and leader despite the actual facts showing these roles being taken on, more and more, by Women. i feel that men will be far happier and more productive for themselves, their relationships and for society as a whole if they just accept the new order. It's OK that your Female partner out-earns you, that you work for a Female boss, that more and more of society's leadership positions are going to Women. Women are great decision makers and wicked smart. Why shouldn't They lead? In fact it's about time and for the best. Men have, through the ages, dominated through aggression and brute force.  This has had the many miserable consequences that i am sure You/you are all aware of. Why is it OK for a man to be the decider, the leader? Is it because he has a pair of balls swinging between his legs that he has some innate quality that gives him the divine right to dominate? Clearly not when you look at the impressive successes today's Alpha-Women are having compared with males. It would seem those balls are in fact a disadvantage, except perhaps in football or furniture lifting.

It's OK for the Girls to run the show, there is still plenty of fulfilling work in the supporting cast.

Small update : In reviewing this article Goddess pointed out to me that at Her company some 70% of the employees are Women. Amazing!

i did not know that.

Cabin boy Part 2

Dismissed, off i went to get dinner ready. In the kitchen i found a long apron with which to protect myself ( the most clothing i had put on in several hours) then returned to the deck to fire up the BBQ. Grilled salmon, sweet potatoes and mixed vegetables with a nice wine was on the menu.

a striking likeness of Mistress Felicity

In my absence the Girls showered and changed for dinner. I could not help but notice that They each had slipped into a slim, elegant summer dress that accentuated Their curves oh so nicely. Felicity in blue, Lisa in red and Goddess in black, i could not help myself from checking them out from head to toe, my eyes wandering over Their alluring curves down to Their petite open toed shoes, As show stopping a vision of feminine elegance and sensuality as i have ever seen. i was completely transfixed. Admittedly i didn’t get much food preparation done while they inspected my work in the kitchen as my eyes kept wandering. Bright eyes, full lips, plunging cleavage, tanned skin, elegant curved shoulders was all i could see as they stood on the other side of the counter from me. Fortunately the counter was of just the right height to mask the excitement beneath my speedo and apron.

“Having three beauties in the kitchen is just too distracting for the chef, i’m going to have to ask you to leave” i declared, joking, but not really. The Girls all laughed but refused to leave until i prepared them drinks. Cosmos all round. I had to get out from behind the counter to access the liquor cabinet which was when Felicity noted slyly, “ I see cooking really excites you ethan!”. Looking down i noticed my large projection and just smiled as they all laughed and giggled. What else could i do?

With drinks served the Ladies departed for the deck.

While the grill was warming up i prepared all the items in the kitchen on the large counter top. i really loved the kitchen in this chalet. The log walls, subtle lighting and full complement of rather high end appliances and fixtures suggested great taste on the part of the owner.

Speaking of the owner She is a high ranking exec in the pharmaceutical industry and a good friend of Felicity who is obviously quite generous. She regularly allows the use of Her chalet by Her friends on a first come, first serve basis when She is not using it Herself.

Before starting to cook i again returned to the deck several times to lay out all the silverware, plates, wine glasses etc as the Girls continue to relax in the loungers a few feet away. i note they are more into talking about work than noticing me.

When everything was ready i requested the Ladies presence and began to serve the meal. When everyone had their plate filled and the wine was served i, as instructed by Goddess, took my place on my knees off to the side until my services were required.

i paid careful attention to the goings on at the table, noting when a wine glass was empty or one of the Women requested another serving and leapt into action when needed. Otherwise i remained discretely out of the picture while the Women enjoyed Their meals.

When everyone was finished the Women took their drinks and retired to the living room in the chalet as the late summer light faded. i proceeded to clear the table, load the dishwasher and clean the grill, putting the deck and kitchen back in order.

i was too busy to overhear much of the conversation coming from the living room area around the corner just that They seemed to be enjoying themselves and being lost in conversation, seemed to have forgotten about me.

Or so i thought. Just as i was finishing cleaning up i heard the distinctive voice of Goddess,

“ Oh ethan, come over here I need to talk to you”

Immediately i discarded my apron, rounded the corner to the living room and kneeled awaiting further instruction.

The chalet’s grand living room was really quite majestic and i had not really taken the time to appreciate it earlier. The ceiling rose to a great height of perhaps 40 ft. Behind my position was a massive stone fireplace rising directly to the roof. Around the parameter of the room was a second floor, open like a balcony.

At the center of the living room facing me were two long, very comfortable looking couches on a large rug. One couch on each side with a wooden rocking style chair in the middle behind which were a set of French Doors and large windows opening into another covered deck.

i immediately noticed that Goddess was resting upon the rocking chair while Felicity and Lisa had taken up comfortable positions on the left and right couches respectively.

She continued, “Ethan, you’re all sweaty, which is good since it shows you’ve been working hard. Now its time to get cleaned up. Hit the shower then return here in 30 minutes”

“Yes Goddess” i replied and was dismissed with a wave of Her hand.

i made my way to the bathroom just to the left of the great room and closed the door behind me. i turned the hot water on and let it and my thoughts flow freely. What i wondered was i in for next? i was excited and scared beyond belief. The first few hours here had been more exciting than i ever could have imaged. To be at the feet of not one but three stunningly beautiful Women was far beyond my wildest fantasy. i just wondered how far Goddess planned to take things? Would She really put on a show for Her friends? i knew She often liked to show off and entertain so nothing seemed beyond Her imagination. Whatever She had in mind i’m sure it would be a wild ride and it would require all i could do just to hold on. ‘relax ethan’ i kept telling myself, just focus on doing everything They demand from me to the very best of my abilities, give it everything i have and if i do well who knows what new worlds and experiences could open up for me. My life long journey of  being submissive to Strong, Dominant Women had always been demanding but the rewards  from serving Women had given me the deepest satisfaction i could imagine. Sure i had been hurt along the way but now, finally, i had found my place and a Beautiful Goddess to worship who accepted my love and submission completely. i would do anything for Her, anything! i trusted Her completely, Our/our long relationship has been a happy one in which We/we both have found happiness. i have grown in my submissiveness towards Her and She had grown ever more strong and confident in Her dominance of me. Now it seems We/we would both were ready to move to a new, perhaps, even more intense phase. Now the true nature of Our/our relationship was coming out into the light beyond the confines of our relationship with one another.

my heart raced...

i slipped out of my speedo and discarded it on the floor. Stepping into the shower i let the hot water flow over my naked frame. Grabbing a bottle of body wash i lathered myself up, including my hard cock and balls, giving myself a little rush of self-pleasure while i thought about the three Goddesses awaiting me on the other side of the door. Shaking myself out of my reverie i grabbed the shampoo bottle and proceeded to wash my hair. i was sure to make myself and clean and presentable as possible, something Goddess always expects. i also wanted to make sure i made the best possible impression on Her friends. Cleanliness is next to Goddessness i always say!

Not wasting time as i wanted to be back before my 30 minutes was up. I finished up in the shower and grabbed a large towel from the rack by the door. i quickly dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist. my plan was to discreetly slip past the Women in the great hall to the bedroom where i could change for the evening. I quietly opened the door and peered out. The Girls were busy drinking and enjoying a lively conversation so i figured now was my chance. i exited the bathroom door and got as far as the fireplace when i heard that distinctive voice.

“Oh ethan, where do you think you’re going?”

i froze in my tracks and turned towards Goddess.

“I distinctly told you to come back here when you were done.”

“but Goddess i...”

“ethan, over here” She commanded pointing to the floor just in front of Her chair and between Lisa and Felicity. i timidly made my way over, my feet feeling like lead with each step, until i stood before Her.

There i was, covered only by my towel, my body still cool and glistening from the  wetness of the shower and my sudden nervousness, clutching my Speedo in my right hand. The big towel somewhat  hiding my semi-hard erection pulsing beneath it.

i stood there for what seemed like forever. i finally caught myself and realized i was still on my feet and not kneeling as i’d been instructed earlier. Realizing my transgression i quickly fell to my knees and placed a gentle kiss upon Her naked foot, remaining there, waiting.

“drop the speedo ethan and stand”

i discarded the garment and rose again to my feet.

“Ok big boy, its time you stopped teasing My friends, lets drop that towel”

i looked at Her for an instant, “Goddess?”

“Drop the towel now ethan, or I’ll ask on one of the Girls to do it for you”

A quick glance at Her icy stare was all i needed to know She was not kidding.  i reached for the knot i had tied in the towel and began, carefully, slowly, to undo it.

“Come on ethan show us what you got” teased Felicity, “Yeah babe lets get a look at you”, followed Lisa.

With that i opened the front of the towel giving Goddess a full view of my manhood, now pointing hungrily at its Mistress, its Owner. Still hiding myself from the other Girls, using the outstretched towel, i looked at Goddess, just to be sure this is really what She wanted.

She just mouthed the words “drop it” with a sweet yet utterly evil smile.

And so i did. I released the towel  and with it all of my inhibitions and fears. Quietly it dropped to the floor exposing myself for All to see. From Their place on each couch both Lisa and Felicity surely had a good view of my ass cheeks and much of the length of my pulsing, extended cock as well. i just took a deep breath and exhaled.

“NICE! Very Nice” cooed Lisa.

“he’s adorable and tight and pretty damn big!” followed Felicity.

The Girls all had a good laugh as i just looked at Goddess, imploring Her to tell me what to do next. Instead of the expected command She simply lay back in Her comfortable chair, took a long sip of Her drink and let Her eyes wander all over my body for what seemed like an eternity.

i felt completely.....objectified. Yet i loved it, Loved Her so much at that moment.

Leaning forward She wrapped Her soft, delicate hand around my rampant erection, holding it tightly, giving me a hot rush. She just held me for a moment then She pulled me down by my hard cock as She offered up Her foot to my lips. i needed no further instructions, i just followed as She pulled on my sex, dropping to my knees, leaning in and taking Her toes, one by one into my mouth. Mindlessly i sucked those tiny toes, running my tongue around each, swirling, sucking i became lost in complete ecstasy, complete submission. i didn’t care who was watching i was completely lost in my love and adoration of Her. Overwhelmed with joy.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair She pushed Her toes completely into my mouth

“that’s it boy, suck it!, good boy. That’s where you belong!

‘yes Goddessss yes” was all i could mumble.

“What are you ethan?’

“Yours Goddess, Your slave”

The words tumbled out without me even thinking about it. It was just instinctual, natural.

Slave.

Yes that's what i said out loud for all these Women to hear.

Slave

“Hear that Girls, he’s my slave. He belongs to me completely, my little fuck toy, aren’t you ethan”

“yes Goddess of course”

“Ok, enough, now its time to show proper respect and submission to my friends, Felicity how about it?”

i looked up at Felicity, my mind wrapped in the warm fog of subspace. She seemed a bit uncertain, even shocked by what was happening. Then She glanced towards Goddess and Her expression began to change. Her look became one of anticipation, of confidence. That look powerful Women get when they see something they want badly.

Determination.

A wicked smile forming on Her lips. Then She looked down upon me, the naked man at Her feet.

“Well, why not?” was all She said as She stared into me with Her dark smouldering eyes while extending a lovely petite foot to my face

“Worship away slave boy!” She said with a big smile.

And i did, taking first Her large toe in my mouth. i worked my way down each one, my tongue swirling its way along. i licked and kissed Her foot from one end to the other, offering Her my abject debasement. Letting Her witness Her superiority,  allowing Her to see and feel Her status as a Goddess, whose very nature it is to be slavishly worshipped by men. She gently moaned with pleasure, lifting Her foot, making me chase Her with my mouth. Teasing me the way only a Women can torment a man.

Soon i felt my hair being pulled back and i found myself staring into the eyes of Goddess standing over me.

“I think it’s Lisa’s turn now ethan”

She released Her grip giving my head a gentle shove Towards Lisa’s foot. Lisa seemed a bit mortified, partially hiding Her beautiful face behind Her hand, unsure of my offering. I slowly approached Her foot while looking towards Her eyes, seeking Her permission. A slight nod of Her partially obscured head was given and i proceeded to take a single toe between my lips, sucking and licking feverishly.

Lisa squealed just a little then relaxed, pushing Her foot towards me, deeper into my mouth. Her squeal became a soft moan.

“Oh that feels so good!” She said, almost whispering.


Kneeling, naked, unspeakably horny, fully erect, desperate. i allowed my mouth to travel over Her foot as if kissing and licking it would alone make me climax. Such was my state of unquenchable thirst for completion.  My heart racing, short breaths, panting like a dog, lost in lust and surrender.

Once again i felt my hair being pulled tightly and my head being tugged away as Goddess dragged Her yearning pet back to its place, at Her feet as She sat on the chair.

i just kneeled there for what seemed like forever. Sweating profusely, hot, breathing like an angry bull, my thoughts lost, eyes unable to focus.

Then Goddess spoke.

“Good boy ethan, you showed proper respect and submissiveness towards Us right now. you demonstrated to Me and My friends that you know your place and purpose. That said I think its time you made a sacrifice for being allowed the privilege of worshiping such beautiful Women”

“Go to the bedroom and get My black bag and return here with it”

to be continued in part 3

you'll make a great housewife!

domestic bliss

Life has been in flux lately with many changes taking place making it a whirlwind of a summer. As i have begun to relate in the first part of the “Cabin boy” story my relationship as a submissive to my fierce, intelligent and beautiful Goddess is changing. my true nature is being introduced and exposed to a wider circle of Her friends. This is both exciting and a little terrifying to me but our relationship is truly growing as a result. In fact i would say that, ironically perhaps, i have never felt more free since being so exposed. i feel no shame but instead a great joy in being able to serve and worship Her so openly and also express my submissiveness towards Women in general through Her close friends. There are many more exciting experiences to come i am sure.


i will continue with that in the next installment of “Cabin boy” coming up very shortly.

Right now however i want to discuss the other great transition that has been occurring this summer. In late July i had my annual evaluation at work. Entering the office of my two Female supervisors for that meeting i was filled with no small amount of dread. No doubt about it i have been struggling for the past year at work, with ever increasing numbers of projects, deadlines and tasks i have reached the point of burnout, if not misery. i had been talking about this with Goddess for a few months and it was obvious that She was becoming increasingly concerned with my emotional state.

At the July meeting my bosses also expressed concern. They related to me that they could see that projects were falling behind and that i seemed deeply unhappy. They decided that we should make some adjustments and reevaluate the situation at the end of August. Admittedly i was a bit shocked and surprised that They were giving me such a short timeline (about one month) in which to see improvement but i had to admit to myself that what They were saying was in fact true. i was struggling and i was very unhappy.

i of course related all of this to Goddess who became even more concerned. She decided that i really needed to give serious consideration to leaving my job. Now for me i found the idea of quitting very difficult. It is not really in my nature to walk away from a challenge as i can be a kind of tenacious pit bull when it comes to such things. i acknowledge that this is not always a positive characteristic. But being me i decided to double down and try to turn things around. i put in even longer hours and tried to address all of the issues related to my work.

And You/you know what?

It did indeed work. i began making real steady progress on several projects and things were turning the corner.

But i was even more miserable than ever. My relationship with Goddess was suffering as we were not seeing as much of each other and i was exhausted all the time.

i think the weekend at the cabin was Goddesses way of trying to re-set my mind, to get my focus back on things that actually made me feel happy, fulfilled and that enhanced Our/our relationship. Following that weekend we took a short vacation on the coast to try to clear my head. This helped a great deal and i came back with a decision made and Her approval and support (which is of course essential).

I decided to leave my job. A difficult but necessary decision.

Fortunately for Us/us this will have no real impact on our financial position. Goddess has a very successful career in which She far out earns me. my contribution, financially, to our relationship is modest at best. Having that level of security makes such a decision much easier.

So last week i announced my decision to both my supervisors. They both seemed to understand my position and appreciated my honesty. So i will finish up at the end of next week.

In the meantime Goddess has been planing some adjustments to our life. She has a large list of projects around the house that need to be done and She has embarked upon creating a formal list of routine chores that i am to carry out.

“boys need structure” She says “or else they drift aimlessly, and I’m not letting that happen to you”.

“Besides it will be nice to come home to dinner already made everyday”

“ I think you’ll make a great housewife!”

That word “housewife” was, i suspect, quite deliberately chosen by Her to make an impression on me.  She was expressing the reversal of traditional gender roles in Our/our relationship in a way that was meant to be a bit teasing and humiliating for me. She said it with a smile, a very satisfying smile. Clearly She was enjoying the prospect.

Obviously it was also a bit of a slap at my male ego, such as it is. Its pretty hard to sustain a male ego however when i think about how much time i have spent naked on my hands and knees, cleaning Her boots with my tongue while sporting a massive dripping erection.

Not much of an issue for me.

Another thing that will change is that of course She attains total financial dominance over me. Again however this is not an issue as She had already assumed this role in practice anyway as the decision maker and primary breadwinner in Our/our relationship. Nothing really changes there except that now She really will hold all the gold. As i like to say ‘She who holds the gold makes the rules’. But again in practice this was already a reality.

i also need to point out that Goddess is not forbidding me from looking for another job, just that She feels for now it would be far more productive, not to mention healthy for both of us, if i focus on supporting Her and strengthening Our relationship.

i won’t argue with that.

Classic Beauty : Ingrid bergman

From Time-Life

"More than most stars of her rare magnitude, Ingrid Bergman was an actress who went her own way. A Hollywood luminary for decades, from the Thirties well into the Seventies, the Swedish-born beauty acted in films that not only entertained millions but that also satisfied her own, personal need to constantly test and broaden the limits of her own craft.

In 1943, for example, she told LIFE magazine, “I am an actress and I am interested in acting, not in making money.” Coming from almost anyone else in her position, that might sound like a public relations platitude. But even at that relatively early point in her Bergman, had already proven herself a singularly versatile artist, with solid and even iconic performances in films ranging from psychological thriller (Rage in Heaven) to horror (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) to romance (Intermezzo) to one the very greatest of all American movies, the 1942 Best Picture Oscar winner, Casablanca.

Bergman won three acting Oscars during her long career (two for Best Actress, in Gaslight and Anastasia, and one for Best Supporting Actress for her role in 1974′s star-studded Murder on the Orient Express), and was nominated four more times. She also won Emmys, a Tony, Golden Globe and New York Film Critics Circle awards — in other words, she proved again and again that she could act as well as star in almost any role, in any medium.

And for pretty much all of those years that she lit up the screen and the stage with her singular, combustible mix of intellect, emotional honesty and Scandinavian sensuality, LIFE magazine covered Bergman’s life and her career. When she was the “hot new thing” in Hollywood (after making a name for herself in her native Sweden in the 1930s), LIFE raved about the “new brand of charm” she brought to the American screen. When, in 1946, she starred on Broadway in Maxwell Anderson’s Joan of Lorraine (and for which she won her only Tony), LIFE referred to her deserved “enormous reputation” as Hollywood’s “undisputed queen.” When her career took a hit in the States after she left her husband and daughter, Pia, to live with and eventually marry the great Italian director Roberto Rossellini — shocking and angering her American fans who had, simplistically, come to view her as something like a plaster saint — LIFE sympathetically covered her life and her work in Europe.

And when, years later, she was again embraced and beloved by fans who “forgave” her her trespasses, and flocked to see her in films like Orient Express and Autumn Sonata and watched, in the millions, her Emmy and Golden Globe-winning turn in the Golda Meir television biopic, A Woman Called Golda, LIFE celebrated her return to America’s good graces.

Here, on the anniversary of both her birth and her death — she was born August 29, 1915, and died August 29, 1982, at a too-young 67 after a long battle with breast cancer — LIFE.com presents photographs of the one and only Ingrid Bergman as she appeared in LIFE throughout the years."

Pussy Riot Update : we still burn with desire to take Putin's monopoly on power

Yekaterina Samutsevich tells Guardian from cell that jail sentence handed to three band members shows Putin is scared
Miriam Elder in Moscow
guardian.co.uk, Monday 27 August 2012 15.43 BST

Yekaterina Samutsevich (centre) says she has been imprisoned in separate cells from her Pussy Riot bandmates. Photograph: Maxim Shipenkov/EPA
A jailed member of the anti-Kremlin punk band Pussy Riot has said the guilty verdict handed to her and two other group members has strengthened her resolve to fight for the removal of Vladimir Putin.

In response to questions posed by the Guardian and handed to the band via their lawyer, Yekaterina Samutsevich described for the first time to western media the conditions the trio face and their reaction to the verdict.

The 30-year-old said she did not fear the two-year sentence handed down by a Moscow judge earlier this month for their performance of an anti-Putin song in Moscow's Orthodox cathedral.

"Of course we didn't expect a not-guilty verdict," she wrote. "To expect justice from a court that ignores all your objections is of course impossible. So we weren't shocked and, to the dismay of our enemies, didn't faint when we got the verdict."

Samutsevich, with Maria Alyokhina, 24, and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, 22, was found guilty of hooliganism motivated by religious hatred for their February performance, despite insisting it was a form of political protest. Their lightning-quick trial, marked by procedural violations and absurdities, has highlighted the crackdown on dissent in Russia.

"More than anything, our trial showed the dependence of the justice system, and its direct authority, on Putin's power, which clearly should not be the case in a government that calls itself democratic," Samutsevich said. Pussy Riot and their supporters have accused Putin, and the powerful Russian Orthodox church, of orchestrating the case against them.

"Our verdict shows just how scared Putin's regime is of anyone who can undermine its legitimacy," Samutsevich said.

She decried the government's increasingly conservative policies as well as a parliamentary vote in December 2011 that was marred by widespread allegations of fraud. Coming just over two months after Putin announced his plan to return to the presidency following four years as prime minister, they were the catalyst for mass protests that have rocked the capital since.

Pussy Riot, a radical feminist band, was born of those protests. Now, nearly one year after forming, three of the anonymous collective's members have become among Russia's most famous political prisoners. Two other members of the group have reportedly fled the country fearing further political reprisals.

Samutsevich, Alyokhina and Tolokonnikova have been in a pre-trial detention centre in southern Moscow since their arrest in March, and will remain there while lawyers appeal against their sentence. If the appeal is declined, they will be sent to women's prison colonies to serve their two-year sentences while conducting light labour, minus the time they've already served.

"We are all held in special cells, each made for four people, and we're all in separate cells, on different floors," Samutsevich wrote in a tiny scribble. "There are three other people in my cell, here for economic crimes. They are calm, intelligent people who support me and the ideas of our group.

"This isn't surprising, because now only blind people can't see that since March 2012, Putin's regime has moved to direct repressive actions, starting with a major campaign against all dissenters, under which our group was one of the first to fall."

Government critics have spoken of an increased campaign of intimidation since Putin's re-election in the controversial March vote. Several other activists, including the opposition leader Alexey Navalny, are facing criminal charges.

"We are mentally prepared [for jail]," Samutsevich wrote. "I don't see anything super-scary in having to serve 1.5 years and work. I don't think that it'll become some sort of especially difficult test for us – we've already lived through the past five months relatively easily and the evil plan of our authorities, to jail us so as to break us and sour us, has already failed miserably.

"The problem for Putin personally now is that a lot of people no longer see his strong hand and authority, but his fear and uncertainty in the face of the progressive citizens of Russia, who grow more and more numerous with every step like our verdict," Samutsevich wrote.

The trial has driven a further wedge through Russian society, splitting mainly urban liberals from the more traditional heartland that was largely insulted by the women's performance. Yet opposition to Putin continues to grow; a recent poll by the Levada Centre found nearly half of all Russians want him to step down at the end of his term in six years.

Pussy Riot has used rough punk performances to highlight the ills it sees in Russian society, from Putin's growing authoritarianism to his close relationship with the Orthodox church.

Samutsevich said the trio had not continued writing songs in jail. "The conditions in the pre-trial detention centre aren't really creative," she wrote. "For the next one and a half years, we'll have to continue to 'take a break' from our concert creative work."

She said the women's future in the group was in question. "Right now it's hard to say what we'll do when we're free. Of course, I'd want to continue in the same form of musical performances that we started with, but will our changed conditions, because of our arrest, allow that? So far I don't know.

"What I can say for sure is that we still madly want changes in Russia – toward anti-authoritarian leftist ideas. We, along with many citizens of our country, are burning even more with the desire to finally take from Putin his monopoly on power, since his image no longer seems so total and terrible," she wrote. "In fact it is just an illusion, created by his spin doctors on government television channels."

China's 'Leftover Ladies' Are Anything But

From Bloomberg Business -Even in repressive states and conservative cultures change is happening at an ever greater pace. Women are gaining taking Their freedom and pursuing Their own ambitious agendas - EJ

By Christina Larson on August 22, 2012

Since Scarlet He was born in 1972, at the height of the Cultural Revolution, values in China have changed. Over lunch at a Hong Kong-style restaurant on the fifth floor of a Beijing shopping mall, she explains that of her seven best girlfriends growing up, all have gone to college and pursued careers. Only two are married, while the others have either divorced or, like her, simply never gotten around to it. “Happily never married,” the 40-year-old entrepreneur adds. “Marriage is only for having children.” In her view, it wasn’t necessarily good for relationships. “Once you are married, the man begins to take you for granted. But I am still free.”

Most younger women in China will still marry, but a growing number are choosing to stress education and career over finding a mate. In a country where universal marriage for women was the norm for centuries, it’s the most educated and financially independent urban women who are most likely to delay marriage or remain single. According to a census analysis by Wang Feng, director of the Brookings-Tsinghua Center for Public Policy in Beijing, an estimated 7 percent of college-educated women in Shanghai remain single at age 45—“a significant change from the past,” he emphasizes. Wang calculates that in urban China the number of never-married women ages 25 to 34 is about 7 million.

Sipping a green tea latte at a Starbucks (SBUX) in downtown Beijing, 33-year-old Yang Jing, or Jasmine, says she still hopes to marry, but for now she values her independence and career as a corporate responsibility manager for HSBC (HBC) bank. Born in 1979, the first year of China’s economic reforms, she has in many ways lived out the modern Chinese dream: Following graduation from prestigious Renmin University of China in Beijing, Yang started her career as an assistant bank teller. She was rewarded with repeated promotions and describes her current position as “exciting and challenging.” Yang has vacationed throughout Asia, visiting Thailand, Nepal, Malaysia, and the Philippines. While her parents exert pressure on her to tie the knot soon, preferably with someone wealthy, Yang is saving to buy an apartment, a marker of financial independence. “I am already 33 years old, and I want to be independent and not move into a different person’s house,” she says.

Refuting stereotypes of docility, today’s Chinese professional women say they are even more ambitious at work than their American counterparts. Seventy-six percent of Chinese women surveyed in 2011 by the New York-based Center for Talent Innovation said they “aspire to top jobs,” vs. 52 percent of Americans. Chinese women employed by multinational companies frequently work more than 70 hours a week.

One hurdle in finding a spouse is China’s long-standing tradition of hypergamy—or women marrying up, in terms of income and status. The older and more accomplished a Chinese woman is, the narrower her potential dating pool, explains professor Lin Yinhe, who researches sex and relationships at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences (CASS). Even with millions more men than women overall in China—due to rampant abortions of female fetuses by couples hoping for a son—the prospects aren’t necessarily easier for women “at the top of the social pyramid.” As Yang says: “A-class women don’t match with B-class men.”

According to Brookings-Tsinghua’s Wang, just 5 percent of urban Chinese women in their late 20s were still single in 1982, but that figure has risen to 27 percent today. A smaller but growing percentage remain single into their 30s and 40s. As the country continues to urbanize and more women have expanded career opportunities, Wang expects that China will follow the pattern of other East Asian countries, including Korea, Taiwan, Japan, and Singapore, where the trend of women delaying or forgoing marriage is even more pronounced.

The ranks of single professional women in Chinese cities are already attracting attention from media and marketers alike. Unmarried women in their late 20s or older are often referred to in newspaper reports and sitcoms as sheng nu, or “leftover ladies,” a term that misleadingly implies these women have failed to meet men’s standards, as opposed to having higher standards of their own. In March, China’s top online dating portal, Jiayuan.com, released a report based on its 85,498-person survey titled Confessions of a Leftover Lady. The survey confirmed the belief among Chinese women born in the 1970s and ’80s that the more education they have and the higher their salaries, the harder the task of finding a husband.

Whether these women marry later or not at all, the ranks of urban singles with disposable income represent a significant consumer demographic in China. In March, McKinsey China released a report, Meet the 2020 Chinese Consumer, spotlighting the trends of “increasingly independent women” and “delayed life stages”—i.e., marriage and childbirth. “People devote more years to education, and career is more important than in the past. Women tend to marry later,” explains McKinsey’s Li Hihua. In the meantime, single and childless women spend “more on personal products,” such as skin care, apparel, and makeup, and relatively less on household goods. “And they eat out with friends instead of cooking at home.”

Delayed or forgone marriage does not necessarily mean less sex. According to CASS professor Lin, the percentage of young women in Beijing who were sexually experienced before their weddings in 1989 was just 15 percent. Today it is between 60 percent and 70 percent. “There are more different kinds of relationships—and over time parents gradually have less influence.”

The bottom line: The number of never-married urban Chinese women ages 25 to 34 is around 7 million, a dramatic increase from the 1980s.