All I Want for Christmas

On Christmas Eve Goddess approached me in the kitchen as I finished the dishes and tided up from our special holiday meal. Sliding Her hands around my sides She placed Her lips to my ears and whispered “hurry up and finish then join me in the living room, I have something special for you”

My mind raced with anticipation, “Oh?” was all I could muster with an obvious smile.

As Goddess walked away She left some additional instructions, “oh and one more thing, I want you to be kneeling at the foot of My chair when I enter.....and get naked”

She shot me a wicked grin as She finished those words. my cock leaping in my pants as I hurried to finish.

I proceeded to the living room. Goddess had already lit the Christmas tree and the light from several romantic candles flickered as I entered. She was nowhere to be seen so I quickly removed my shirt, pants, underwear, socks....everything and placed them carefully out of site in the distant corner. I was already sporting a moderately sized erection as my imagination took flight. I approached Goddesses chaise and descended carefully to my knees., placing my hands palms-up on my thighs.

She kept me waiting, as was Her right, for some time. The cool air and my pulsing manhood making me acutely aware of my nudity.

I waited patiently with my head bowed, watching my manhood gently pulse , feeling my chest rise and fall. I always found Christmas an exciting time and with Goddess it was more so now than ever.

I literally felt Her energy as She appeared in the doorway. Instinctively I looked up. The sight took my breath away. She wore a sly smile and a short sexy babydoll, leaning seductively against the door-frame. My eyes traced the outline of Her curves in the low light. My heart raced.

She lingered there for a moment, allowing me to take in all of Her beauty with my eyes. i lusted madly for Her at that moment and believe me She absolutely knew it.

She began a slow strut towards my position taking Her time, letting the tension reach a fever pitch. As She reached my side She turned around and taking note of my throbbing erection simply smiled and said “down boy” in mock seriousness .

As She took Her place upon the chair i noticed for the first time She was carrying a box wrapped in scarlet red paper with a gold and red bow.

Goddess crossed Her legs gracefully, placing Her petite foot right in my line of sight. That’s when i noticed a second thing. Resting upon Her lovely ankle was a thin gold anklet that shimmered in the flickering light. Its flashing irresistible to my gaze.

I almost exploded in excitement. Had i been such a good boy this year to deserve all of this?

“Ethan I just want you to know how proud of you I am this year. you made a huge change in your life for me  and worked really hard to follow my ways. i know that hasn’t always been easy. I expect things to be done my way and I’m very strict about it. I’ve seen you struggle to follow me, to give all of yourself to me. I’ve seen you strip yourself naked for me not just physically but mentally and emotionally. You’ve exposed your deepest secrets not only to me but to my closest girlfriends. I know that i demand and take so much from you and I’ve seen you try, struggle even , to submit completely to me. You’ve taken my anger and frustration, surrendered to my discipline or punishment no matter how humiliating.”

“I know you’re completely mine and I adore and love you for it”

All i could do was smile, Her words thrilled me so much. Without saying another word She leaned forward, placing Her soft hand at the back of my head and gently directed me to Her dangling foot.

i didn’t need any encouragement, bowing to Her I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon Her foot, then another and another. i became lost in subspace as I gently sucked and licked each toe. Lost in submission, gratitude and joy I  released a low moan and soon Goddess did as well. Time lost all meaning, my lust fueled by surrender and desire i could feel the hard throbbing of my cock with each heavy heartbeat, could feel the warm wetness pushing out at the tip, slightly tingling as it oozed and stretched to the floor.  She pushed Her toes deep in my mouth, then withdrew making me chase Her in a playfully maddening game that showed who held all the power here.

Sweating profusely, pre-cum flowing, i was losing my mind when suddenly She snapped Her fingers and I slowly began to see again. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so i could look Her in the eyes.

“That’s enough fun for now ethan, I want to give you your present so get yourself together. It’d be a shame to break the romance by you having to clean yourself off the carpet and furniture”

“Down boy” She again giggled

With that She released Her grip and picked up the carefully wrapped box  and handed it to me.

“Thank You Mistress, so very much”

She motioned with Her eyes that I should open it.

Pulling on the bow the ribbon and wrapping paper came loose. i carefully and reverently pushed away the paper and lifted the lid.

I pushed aside the top layer of paper inside and angled the box towards the light so i could get a better look.

Inside was a pair of black Women’s stiletto healed pumps. I pulled one from the box and held it up for closer inspection. The heal measured about 5” and the straps were the criss-cross type with a small buckle at the ankle position.

Yet i didn’t really understand. Goddess noticed the quizzical expression on my face...

“Seeing that you spend so much time cleaning, polishing and licking all of my shoes and boots i thought it would be nice if you had a pair of your very own”

i wondered if i was supposed to wear them? It seemed odd as Goddess was not really into the whole feminizing males thing. She always said that She wanted Her men to be ‘manly’. Obedient, submissive yes but also very masculine.

Besides these shoes looked way too small to fit me.

Goddess giggled at my confusion.

“Silly boy, they’re for you to practice on, a toy for my pet”

I smiled as i finally understood.

“I figure you can’t always be around my shoes so you can enjoy yourself on these. They’ll keep that tongue of yours nice and strong. You know how much I enjoy your strong tongue. A mans most useful organ I think.”

“Besides I know just how much you get off on the whole boot-licking thing”

So true!

“Thank You so much Goddess I’ll really enjoy these. Practice makes perfect!”

“Well why don’t you give them a try”

Goddess took one of the shoes and dropped it on the floor in front of me. The other She kept in Her hand.

“Begin”

i began by bowing low with my hands clasped behind my back, a proper bow showing just how much i respected both Goddess and Her gift.

Leaning in I took one of the straps in my mouth and pulled the shoe upright. i then proceeded to extend my tongue as far as i could an began licking slowly and carefully around the edge of the heal from the tip, up along the edge of the base to the back and down the long stiletto heal. Swirling around to the other side i repeated the whole process on the other side.

Goddess was so right i did enjoy this. I made sure to savor every inch of the shoe and put on a good show of appreciation for Goddess.

I soon felt a tap from Her foot on the back of my head.

“Up”

I rose onto my knees. By now i sported a rampant dripping erection and i have to say i wore it proudly.

“I see you really enjoy your present”

i just grinned widely and knelt there fully at attention.

“Boy’s are so weird” She cooed with mock disgust.

She then held up the other shoe with the bottom facing me and crooked Her finger beckoning me towards Her.

I shuffled into position at Her side.

“Tongue”

i extended it fully. Goddess then placed the bottom of the shoe against my tongue and raked the shoe across it from front to back. At first She was gentle but soon She pushed the shoe hard against me and ramped up the speed to the point where my tongue became raw and my jaw ached. She kept going to the point where She was certain that even i found it degrading

Satisfied She brought the stiletto heal to my lips

“Suck”

i parted my lips and took the length of the heal into my mouth and sucked hard as i pulled down the heals length with my mouth. I repeated this motion again and again swirling my tongue around the heal for good measure.

Closing my eyes i became lost in the process.

Finally Goddess pulled the shoe away and petted me gently on the head, smiling sweetly She reached down wrapping my hard swollen shaft with Her soft warm hand causing me to gasp with pleasure.

She kept a tight grip on my ‘handle’ as She pulled me to my feet with Her. Turning without releasing me She marched me behind Her down the corridor towards the bedroom.

Without stopping She turned Her head back to look at me,

“Now it’s time for My present and I’m gonna to play with it long and hard for the rest of the night”

It really was a wonderful Christmas!

The Defiance of Pussy Riot

Putin can jail Them and humiliate Them but he cannot break Them. These are some very strong Women- EJ

"MOSCOW, Dec 27 (Reuters) - One of two freed members of punk protest band Pussy Riot, Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, said on Friday their release was aimed solely at improving Russia's image before it hosts the Winter Olympic Games and was not a humanitarian gesture.

Tolokonnikova, 24, and Maria Alyokhina, 25, walked free under a Kremlin amnesty on Monday after serving more than 21 months of a two-year prison term for performing a profanity-laced "punk prayer" protest against President Vladimir Putin in Moscow's main Russian Orthodox cathedral.

Tolokonnikova said the Winter Olympics, due to be held in February in Russia's Black Sea resort of Sochi, were Putin's pet project and that anybody attending them would be supporting him.

"With the Olympics approaching, Vladimir Vladimirovich (Putin) does not want his favorite project ruined," Tolokonnikova said.

Last week, Putin also pardoned former oil tycoon Mikhail Khodorkovsky, viewed by Kremlin foes as a political prisoner, after he spent more than 10 years in jail.

"The thaw has nothing to do with humanism. The authorities only did this under pressure from both Russian and Western society," Tolokonnikova told a news conference with Alyokhina at her side, adding she feared "there could be more repression after the Olympics".

"Whether one likes it or not, going to the Olympics in Russia is an acceptance of the internal political situation in Russia, an acceptance of the course taken by a person who is interested in the Olympics above all else - Vladimir Putin," Tolokonnikova said.

Alyokhina said the Russian Orthodox Church, whose leader has cast their February 2012 protest in Christ the Saviour Cathedral as part of a concerted attack on Russia's main faith, had played a role in the jailing of three band members. The third jailed woman was released last year.

Both amnestied women said they would remain in Russia and would shift their focus to efforts to improve prison conditions in Russia."

Some thoughts on Strippers Female vs male Part 1

Goddess and i both feel there are dramatic differences between Female erotic dance performances and those of male dancers. These differences can be seen both in terms of the audiences and the performers themselves.

Mention the word 'stripper' and traditionally the image that comes to mind is that of the curvaceous Female gyrating on stage , displaying Herself to a room full of males. Some see this as a degrading act, a form of patriarchal repression of Women. Goddess however turned me on to another point of view and one i have come to realize is oh so true. Goddess subscribes to the views of Camille Paglia on this topic. Here are some relevant quotes from the Guardian article on the feminist writer on this very topic.;

"Look! The men don't know what to do! The money they're stuffing into the dancers' garters is a ritual offering, and the women are wearing their booty around their thighs. They're displaying dollars as trophies, just as the great women in history -- the great queens and courtesans -- have worn diamonds and emeralds. "

"The dancers are flirtatious but removed. Even when they approach the men, even when they're dancing at the men's tables, there is something removed or detached about them. The men know it. The men value it. The men all know they can never fully penetrate the dancers and their lives. This is a point I made in Sexual Personae: Feminists are wrong to think that when women expose their breasts -- or even their genitals in a beaver shot -- they are totally exposed. No woman is ever totally exposed; you can never fully penetrate her womb, the heart of her sexual nature. Every woman we're seeing tonight is still mysterious. No man ever thinks, even when he is putting money in her garter belt, that he has her secret. "

i find these lines quite compelling. i have been to strip clubs three times in my life and all three experiences mirror this. Usually the men are drinking and chatting with each other until the dancer enters the stage. Then they become transfixed, the attention of virtually every male in the room is focused on Her as if the other males no longer exist. Her erotically charged motions, the anticipation of each progressive exposure of more of Her beautiful body. She is irresistible to the males attention. i have felt this myself and it's astonishing to realize someone could have such power over you. A quick glance around the room reveals the attention of every male is completely centered on Her. She has that power over men. 

The males close to the stage lean in for a closer look, perhaps offering cash as an enticement for Her attention which She gives each in turn. She accepts his offering, leaning in close, placing Her body a breath away from him. As a male i know the feelings i have at this point. It's one of irresistible fascination, hypnotic fixation and excitement mixed with shame and powerlessness. i'm always hard at that point as i'm sure all the males are.

She takes his offering with a brief sly smile and moves on to the next. The male is left frustrated, helpless and thrilled all at once. 

i don't know how this is an expression of male power over Women. The Women here have all the attention, all the Power. She possesses everything these men desire and fantasize about. Yet She remains elusive and untouchable, a teasing Goddess they are unworthy of.

This experience leaves males as mystified about a Women's powers as ever, maybe more so. In exposing Herself She shows them everything yet reveals nothing. Even placing the entrance to Her temple of Womanhood right to their faces is no more than an elusive glimpse, a hint of Her secrets. For that is all it is, an entrance. Her sexuality remains hidden, as maddeningly mysterious as ever.

Watching a erotic dancer for a male is a lonely, solitary experience. It is almost like entering an altered state of consciousness, just him and the distant all consuming beauty of Her. All else, for a few moments, ceases to exist. The male alone with his lust and desires, his shame. Her sweet yet aloof and distant expression telling him silently all this is Mine, not yours. That which you want so badly you will not have but I'll show you paradise anyway, just to tease you, to make you feel how powerless you are.

i'll end on a few more quotes from the article;
 

"Look at those two young men! They don't know what the fuck to do. The girl is dancing right at their table. She's flirting with one of them, touching him, flaunting her rear end in his face. The men are desperately looking at each other for support. They're embarrassed. She is in total control. They're paying her a tribute. They're offering her money for her momentary attention. They are as abashed as they would be with their mothers. "

"Men are run ragged by female sexuality all their lives. From the beginning of his life to the end, no man ever fully commands any woman. It's an illusion. Men are pussy-whipped. And they know it. "

So very true.

-In part two i'll discuss Goddesses and my own thoughts on male erotic dancers and the fundamental differences in the experience compared with Females.

How the World has Changed

Hungry to exploit some guys

Goddess and i were in the city on Saturday night. Walking downtown i couldn't help but notice a long line of mostly young Women on the sidewalk across the busy street. The line drew my attention from far away both for its size, stretching down to the corner and around the block, and the the distinctly Feminine nature of the voices and sounds emanating from it.

What, i wondered, would bring out such a huge gathering of Women on a damp, drizzly Saturday evening like this?

i didn't say anything to Goddess but She nevertheless noticed my intrigue with this sight.

"Oh that's the club with male strippers, its famous and been there for years"

"you've never heard of it?"

i had to admit i had not.

The modern confident Goddess

That's when i recalled the scene at the airport i wrote about back in the beginning days of this blog.

The Female medical students planning to see male strippers on their trip.

So that's where They were planning to go.

i was amazed at this sight. Of all these Women going out just to watch males remove their clothing, exposing themselves for Them. How times have changed! i guess it has a lot to do with the financial success of Women these days. With money comes power and the freedom to express Themselves sexually at the expense of males. It's the popularity and simple normality of such overt male objectification that caught me off guard.

i was both impressed and overjoyed at this sight.

Goddess thought it was perfectly normal. Naturally!

Objectified

"Why don't We/we cross the street?". A command more than a question.

She clearly wanted me to walk among these Women, to get a good look at their excitement.

We/we made our way across and slowly walked towards the line, moving nonchalantly past the long line of Women as They waited. Their giggles, laughter and rapid fire conversation a cacophony of Femininity.

i couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the faces of some of these Women. They all had such en expression of glee, anticipation and of...hunger. 

i don't think that is too strong a word for that's the look they had. One of wanting to devour male flesh, to revel in the position of power they could have over these men. The very idea of having these males in such a sexually subservient position to Them seemed to cause a collective thrill in the entire group.

She's got cash and knows how to flaunt it

i admit it made me more than a little hard as well.

Goddess squeezed my hand tightly, pulling me past the line when i wanted to linger just a little too long.

"ethan, I'm surprised you never thought of becoming a male stripper, you seem to the type of guy who'd enjoy it?

"Oh Goddess, fantasized about it, sure, but i don't think i'd have the nerve"

Today's Wonder Woman takes what She wants

"Really? I'd love to see you try. It's something I'll keep in mind"

With that She pulled my arm, turning me around to face the long line of Women, now behind us down the street"

Coming close She whispered in my ear, "I'd really love to see you strip for a bunch of horny Women" as She placed Her hand on the front of my pants, firmly tracing my obvious hardness with Her fingertips.

 Could She really make that happen? Who/who knows but Her ability to tap my deepest submissive desires hasn't shown many limitations yet.

Cabin boy Part 3

"ethan go to the bedroom and retrieve my black bag" was all She said.

Rising slowly i began to turn towards the bedroom to find it.

"ethan. Stop"

Freezing in place i looked towards Goddess imploring comprehension.

"Did I give you permission to stand?"

"no Goddess"

She simply pointed to the floor and i descended to my previous position on my knees before Her.

 "Now that We all know what you are, there aren't any secrets between Us/us. No slave of Mine should ever stand in the presence of any Women without My explicit permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes Goddess of course"

"On hands and knees" She instructed.

I leaned forward placing my hands, palms down on the rug, head bowed out of simple respect and obedience.

"Good boy. Now go"

Another humiliation delivered i proceeded on hands and knees crawling past Felicity's bare feet, catching a glance as the Girls giggled at the spectacle.

Crawling on all floors i reached the bedroom to seek out the black bag where i had deposited it earlier, on the bed.

Then i dawned on me.

To crawl back to the Women on hands and knees with the bag there is only one way to carry it. With my teeth, like an animal. She had thought of that one too. Resigned I grabbed the handle of the bag and placed it between my teeth. Resuming my position i crawled back towards the grand hall. As i moved from cool bare wood to the warmth of the rug i heard it.

"you can stop there boy, put the bag on the floor" i did as instructed, stopping before the enormous stone fireplace. Lowering my head i lay the bag down as ordered. Goddess rose from Her chair and strutted towards my position. The tension rising within me i bowed my head to the floor and awaited Her arrival. Upon reaching me She proffered a petite bare foot which i immediately kissed, keeping my head bowed.

She who must be obeyed

"You can open the bag now"

Not having packed this bag i had no idea what was in it. i nervously unzipped it, being sure to keep myself as low to rug as possible.

"Well pull It out, We don't want to wait all night"

Placing my hand carefully within the sac i began to feel its contents. That's when my heart skipped a beat.

'No, it couldn't be'.

 With my fingers i could feel the multiple braided leather strands, the rough knots, the coolness. It could only be one thing and understanding this i felt a mild rush of panic...of fear.

"Give it to me "

"NOW!"

So commanded it lifted it from the bag. 'It' being 'Cat' as Goddess affectionately called Her, and yes She was always referred to as Her.

Cat was a cat-o-nine tails whip i had given Goddess as a gift many years ago early in our relationship. It was given by me in a wave of submissive enthusiasm when everything was new between us.

Before i understood just what a powerful gift Cat was.

'She' had a solid, leather wrapped handle from which flowed nine braided leather strands about five feet in length. Every four inches along each strap there was a rough, flesh eating knot.

'She' was not an implement of kindness. She was weapon.

A weapon of punishment, discipline, pain and suffering.

'She' was a manifestation of dominance and power. An enduring symbol of authority in Our/our relationship.

Cat. Most definitely Feminine 

'She' was most definitely Feminine.

'She' had a singular purpose. To break a male. To enforce the will of Goddess upon me and to extinguish any hints of male arrogance or resistance.

The first time Goddess used Cat on me i regretted its purchase. Cat drew blood from me and a sadistic cruel streak from Goddess that seemed fueled by Cat, or at least by Cat's impact on me.

Goddess is not typically cruel so Cat has only made an appearance in our relationship on rare or very special occasions. Goddess understands full well how much i have grown to fear Cat, to fear Her when She wielded it. She became like a whole other person, reaching a level of enthusiasm for Dominance beyond even Her normal level of pleasure derived from it.

Cat scares me, 'She' is never far from my thoughts. She is omnipresent even when She is hidden. Just the threat of Her appearance keeps me on my best behavior.

Cat is Our/our secret.

At least 'She' was.

"Don't keep me waiting Ethan, You know I don't  like to wait"

With that I carefully lifted Cat, laying 'Her' across my hands and, bowing my head to Goddess, i offered the evil weapon to Her.

"Good, now stand against the fireplace with your back to me"

I rose to my feet in rapid compliance. Any lapse here could result in Cat's even more enthusiastic application.

Turning away from the Women i no longer could see the scene play out, just hear the deafening silence, dreading what was to come. Goddess approached me.

"Lift your arms, grab onto the mantle and brace yourself"

Roughly grabbing a fist full of my hair She pulled me towards Her whispering "I'm only going to whip you five times, if you don't take it like a man I'll just keep going until I'm satisfied. Give the Girls a nice show won't you?

"Yes Goddess, thank You Goddess" was all i could say.

Releasing my hair She proceeded to kick my legs apart so my ball sac swung free for all to see.

At that point i was completely exposed, vulnerable, just waiting for the first lightning bolt to strike.

The anticipation was maddening. i could hear Cat's tails being slowing pulled across the floor, the murmurs of the Girls behind me, imperceptible as my mind and heart raced.

Then just an instant of a swoosh in the air  and crack! The hard blow to my upper back shoving me forward, i clutched the mantle hard as the burning fires reached my brain and i released a loud gasp.

i nearly managed to inhale before the second blow landed, overlaying the first. The second was even worse. Pain mounted upon pain, fire upon fire. I felt ablaze.

I screamed instinctively without hesitation, fighting to hold some composure as water welled up in my eyes.

I gasped loudly.

Then...nothing.

I could hear Goddesses soft footsteps approach me. Cool beads of sweat dripped from my forehead and torso. I devoured air as if that would quench the pain.

I soon felt Goddesses soft hand caressing my inflamed wounds. More pain, a steady river. i moaned loudly as i descended inextricably into subspace.



Then i felt it. The first stirrings of arousal. my cock twitching just a little at first, each pulse reinforcing the last, losing control it knew what i craved.

The waiting is the hardest part

my swelling cock rose steadily to attention, pulsing hard with lust and desire.

it betrayed my thoughts completely, my subconscious craving for submission and worship of Her.

There would be no dignity left for me to hold onto this night.

At that moment i knew abject degradation, absolute humiliation and complete surrender.


...and i loved it! my fully engorged manhood a silent throbbing testimony to my desire for surrender.

Slowly Goddess slid Her hand around my right side, i could feel Her come closer.

Then without warning her soft petite hand wrapped around my pulsing shaft, squeezing so tight i gasped.

"Well what have we here? I see all this really excites you ethan"

Without ceremony She pulled me hard to the side, silently demanding that i turn toward the audience, held firmly in Her grasp.

"See Girls, he loves it, loves the whip, all men do deep down. You just have to bring the truth to the surface and they'll beg you for it, adore you for it"

With that Goddess jerked Her hand past my pounding cock head and away from me. i gasped audibly from the sudden, almost violent pleasure, losing myself in it.

As i opened my eyes slowly, coming down just a little form the high, i could hear the Girl's giggles, feel Their eyes boring through me. My lust and shame fully on show for Them.

An intoxicating, degrading spectacle.

"OK breaks over boy, assume the position and lets finish you off...." 

Women on corporate boards better decision-makers than male directors: study

Shocking i know! Really can Anyone/anyone be surprised by this? -EJ

From The Financial Post;

Women who sit on corporate boards are more likely to “rock the boat” and be more open to new ideas than their male counterparts — skills that often translate into better decisions and financial success for the company, according to a new study.
The survey, recently published in the International Journal of Business Governance and Ethics, found that of the 624 board directors polled in Canada, women were more likely to use “co-operation, collaboration and consensus building” when dealing with complex decisions.
While male directors more often made decisions by using “rules, regulations and traditional ways of doing business.”
Study co-author Chris Bart said Monday that his research showed that the way women operate as directors often contributed to a company’s success, raising the question of why women are still in the minority in Canada’s corporate boardrooms.

“Why would governance, nominating committees and board chairs not want to have that skill set, that competence available to them in abundance?” asked Bart, a professor of strategic management at the DeGroote School of Business at McMaster University.
“It’s no longer just a question of it being the right thing to do, to have women on the board... it’s the bright thing to do.”
The finds, part of a larger study conducted between 2004 and 2012, presented morally conflicting scenarios to board members, asking them to solve them and explain how they came to their conclusion. Of those surveyed, 75% were male and 25% were female.
Bart, who did the research with Gregory McQueen of A.T. Still University in Arizona, says the answers from female directors showed that they were “less constrained” in their problem-solving skills than male directors.
It also found that women were more likely to take into account interests of multiple stakeholders and viewed fairness as an important factor in their decision-making.

“Women seem to be predisposed to be more inquisitive and to see more possible solutions,” he said. “This quality makes them more effective corporate directors.”
A recent study by TD Bank found that women only make up 11% of board members at companies on the S&P/TSX Composite Index, which represents more than 240 of Canada’s largest companies by market capitalization.
Nearly half (43%) of the companies on the index reported no female board member and 28% only had one. Bart says the reality is that the “old boys” culture is still alive and well in corporate boardrooms across all sectors.
“Men are pack animals and they are very much quick to recognize the hierarchy of the alpha males in the group,” he said. “They would be very unhappy with people coming in with different values or views to the board.”
Bart says the study signals that boards, investors and shareholders, all benefit when there are more female directors.
“There’s a huge pool of qualified, available women who would certainly be eligible based on their experiences to fill the boardroom seats,” he said.
“(Companies) drum up all sorts of excuses as to why women aren’t being appointed to the board but they’re no longer holding water.”

Women : Just Plain Smarter

From the Huff Post - EJ

Is It Time to Let Women Take the Wheel?

Posted: 03/04/2013 12:59 pm

Our world needs a change in leadership.

I'm not talking about the divide between Republicans and Democrats. I'm not talking about the UN or the influence of U.S. foreign policy, or the power struggles in the Middle East. At the end of the day, all of these may end up being less important than a fundamental division of power that goes back to the beginning of the human race.
What I'm talking about here is the gender balance: the distribution of power and leadership between men and women.
Despite the tremendous gains made by women over the last 100 years, women still represent only a tiny fraction of the leadership in this country and worldwide. It's true that this year we saw a historic (and welcome) upturn in the amount of women elected to government. There are 20 women in the U.S. Senate and 78 in the House of Representatives this year. Similarly, the Fortune 500 for 2012 showed that 18 women were CEOs of the top companies in the nation. This is up from 12 female CEOs the year before. It's good news, but it isn't enough.
While most companies have male CEOs and most leadership positions in the U.S. and abroad are held by men, the "CEO part of the brain" -- the prefrontal cortex, which governs things like judgment, organization and planning -- is actually stronger in women, suggesting that women, not men, are a better suited to hold positions of power and are probably better equipped to change our world than men.
This isn't idle speculation. Research we have been conducting at the Amen Clinics over the past 22 years bears this out.
The Largest Brain-Imaging Analysis Ever^[1]
My team and I recently completed the largest brain-imaging analysis ever conducted to evaluate the differences between male and female brains. The results confirm what many of us have known intuitively for decades: There is a big difference between the brains of men and the brains of women. Only, the differences aren't what some of you may think.
In this study, we took single photon emissions computed tomography (SPECT) scans of 26,000 people -- some 46,000 scans -- and compared them to see if there were any differences between the sexes. Included in the group were healthy males and females as well as men and women with a wide variety of neurological and psychiatric conditions. What we found was stunning.
Women showed significantly increased cerebral blood flow in 112 of the 128 regions of the brain we measured. Put simply, this means that women generally have more brain activity than men. But what fascinated me as a psychiatrist and brain imaging specialist wasn't that women's brains were much more active than men's. I think a lot of us guys have known that for years. What I found particularly interesting were the specific areas of the brain that were more active in women -- areas that show women may indeed be better equipped to lead our world toward meaningful change than men are.
Why Women Make Better Bosses (and Leaders)
The first thing my team noticed was that the inner CEO (the prefrontal cortex) of women is much more active than men. This area of the brain governs things like judgment, forethought, organization, planning, empathy, impulse control and learning from the mistakes you make. These are the very qualities needed to successfully manage a company, lead a nation, mediate crisis, and get people working together toward a common goal.
This strength in the prefrontal cortex also points to a possible explanation for the lower incidence of ADHD, antisocial personality disorder, substance abuse, and possibly incarcerations (women are 14 times less likely to go to jail than men).
In addition, women showed increased activity in the hippocampus. Men, if you've ever wondered why your wife or girlfriend never forgets anything, here is your answer. The hippocampus is the part of the brain that helps memories get into long-term storage. Increased activity in this area means that women generally remember things better for longer than men -- a useful tool for leaders and CEOs.
Understand these are only a few of the key areas of increased brain activity that stand out in women. In fact, men were more active in only nine areas of the brain, those primarily associated with visual perception, form recognition and object representation. Men are better at tracking objects in space, usually female objects that get us in a whole bunch of trouble.
Due to this increased brain activity, women tend to exhibit greater strengths in the areas of:

• Empathy -- the ability to share or understand the feelings of another
• Intuition -- knowing that something is true without knowing exactly why
• Collaboration -- the ability to work with other people toward a common goal (another key reason they make such great bosses)
• Self-control -- which, as mentioned above, points to their reduced risk of substance abuse, going to jail, or even getting a traffic ticket
• Appropriate worry -- women tend to worry about and take care of their health, their family, etc. more effectively than men. This point is actually quite fascinating -- in a large study, it was found that the "don't worry, be happy" people, more typically men on motorcycles, died earlier from accidents and preventable illness. Appropriate worry may be one reason women live longer than men.^[2]

Females are neurologically well-equipped to lead, manage and help us resolve the major problems of the world. Men have been in positions of power since the inception of the human race, and while the progress of civilization is impressive, we still face war, strife, power struggles, ill health and more every day. By understanding and honoring the female brain, we can empower girls and women to use their brains to change the world.
My hope is that you women out there use this program to unleash the extraordinary power of your female brain. Our world needs you and your brains now more than ever to lead us toward a more peaceful, more collaborative, more sustainable, healthier way of life.
This idea and the data from our study inspired me so much that my latest book, Unleash the Power of the Female Brain, is dedicated to it. In it, I show how women can supercharge their brains using the techniques we have developed at the Amen Clinics for better health, energy, mood and sex. The book gives women a complete step-by-step program that teaches them how to love their brain, overcome mood disorders and optimize brain function.
References
[1] Amen, D, Trujillo, M, Keator, D, et al. "Gender differences in rCBF in a healthy and psychiatric cohort of 46034 SPECT scans." Amen Clinics. 2013. In advance of publication.
[2] Friedman H, Martin L. "The Longevity Project: Surprising Discoveries for Health and Long Life from the Landmark Eight-Decade Study." 2011. Plume.

Beauty and Brains Part 1

Danica McKellar

"Occupation: Actress

Credentials: The actress best known as Winnie Cooper is said to be a member of Mensa with an IQ of 154. As an undergrad at UCLA, she co-authored a scientific paper that put forth what is now known as the "Chayes–McKellar–Winn theorem."

Smartest Moment: She's written three The New York Times bestsellers: Math Doesn't Suck, Kiss My Math, and Hot X: Algebra Exposed."


from complex pop culture
-EJ

Lysistrata: Female Power & Democracy

Women Emerge As Crisis Leaders In Macho Balkans

by The Associated Press

March 04, 2013 7:58 AM

BELGRADE, Serbia (AP) — Women in the Balkans are leading a political revolution.
Historically given little say in the politics of the conservative region, they are increasingly taking top leadership posts, signaling that the traditional rules are changing as Balkan countries shake off their war pasts and move toward membership in the European Union.
During the bloody 1990s, many in the Balkans turned to warrior leaders, mostly male nationalists they thought would protect them from the ethnic conflicts that flattened cities and left over a hundred thousand dead. The new millennium has brought crisis in a different form: economic doldrums, naggingly high unemployment and glaring political corruption.
Encouraged by the EU and influenced by closer ties with the West, more and more it is women who are stepping in to change the old ways of doing business in the macho Balkans. Some see women as less nationalistic and more attuned to the needs of a new era — diplomacy, consensus, and compromise.
"Women have always been more successful than men, with all due respect," said Duska Latinovic, a nurse from the Serb-controlled part of Bosnia. "Women are ... more sensitive, stronger, emotional, and in these rough times people need more of a heart."
Although overall gender equality standards are still far from those in Western democracies, strongly patriarchal Kosovo and the post-war Serb mini-state in Bosnia have both installed women in their top positions. Male-dominated Serbia and Montenegro have passed laws to increase the numbers of women in leadership positions, part of a slate of efforts to convince the EU they belong in the bloc.
"The power of women in the politics is a soft power," Atifete Jahjaga, the female president of Kosovo told the AP. "It is a positive change that our country and other countries in the region ... are making by giving a chance to women."
The latest political newcomer is the charismatic 43-year-old financial expert Alenka Bratusek, Slovenia's first ever female prime minister. While Slovenia has traditionally been more socially liberal than the rest of the Balkans, Bratusek's election last week was significant because it came at a moment of deep financial and political turmoil in the small Alpine state.
A rising star among veteran Slovenian politicians, Bratusek has been entrusted with consolidating the nation's economy and restoring confidence in state institutions, which have been badly shaken by the EU's broader financial crisis.
"It is important that this happened at a sensitive moment, a period of crisis," sociologist Milica Gaber Antic said. "It's a strong message to other women: 'We women can do it!'"
Many women leaders are already being lauded for steering their countries through the storms.
Croatia's former Prime Minister Jadranka Kosor, took over the premiership in turmoil after her predecessor Ivo Sanader was forced to resign in 2009 in a whirl of corruption scandals, and then wrapped up her country's accession talks with the EU.
In 2011 in Kosovo — where Parliament members were recently issued notebooks with an assortment of sayings including one saying that "silence is the only treasure a woman possesses" — the little-known Jahjaga was elected the first ever female president, part of a U.S.-brokered compromise that put to a rest the bickering between political groups dominated by formal rebel fighters and murky business leaders.
Last week in the ethnically Serb mini-state in Bosnia another little-known female politician, Zeljka Cvijanovic, was proposed as the new head of government after the previous Cabinet resigned. That would make her the first ever woman to lead the government in any of the country's many levels of power-sharing, where no ministry in the central government is headed by a woman.
"As a woman, I hope to add a new flair and a new dimension to the institutions of Republika Srpska," she said in an interview.
Women accounted for only 1.6 percent of Serbia's Parliament in 1990, the lowest rate in Europe. But with strongman Slobodan Milosevic ouster in 2000 and the country's efforts to join the EU, the proportion of women has soared to 20 percent. Serbian law now calls for every third candidate on an election list to be a woman — a rule requested as part of EU reforms.
It isn't always the same story across the region. During the communist rule that followed World War II, authorities promoted women's inclusion in politics as part of the communist agenda of gender equality. At the time women served at top positions in the governments and were granted equal rights, jobs, salaries and education.
Bulgaria, for example, had the highest percentage of working women in the world in the 1970s, and women in top offices include the vice president, the parliament speaker, four ministers, and the mayor of the capital city, Sofia.
But, old habits die hard. Kosovo's Minister for European Integration Vlora Citaku acknowledged that "it is almost impossible to forget even for a moment that I am a woman — I've been reminded of that every day since I became a minister."
She said that being a woman in the male-dominated politics is "a tough life."
"First of all they ask you are you married? What your dad think of you traveling alone surrounded by all men?," she scoffed. "I mean, it's all these stereotypes ... There are certain duties that a woman must do in order to be 'complete.'"
And in Slovenia, shortly after Bratusek won Parliament's approval, political opponents tweeted that "her mandate will be as long as her skirt."
Bratusek responded simply: "I wish we women were no longer judged only by the length of our skirts."

Really Nice Video

A really nice Female positive video with Women overcoming fear to take and do what They please.

Beauty on the Street

On one of my weekly trips into the city (more on that later) i was mindlessly going down the sidewalk taking in the sights when suddenly my eyes locked upon those of a Goddess. To my surprise i realized i was being watched...by Her. As She approached in the opposite direction our eyes met. Hers of stunning blue, mine quickly averting to wander over long chestnut hair flowing down over her coat, bouncing as She strutted towards me.

Yet for an instant Our/our eyes had indeed met.

High refined cheekbones, full red lips, luscious being the only word that fits.  Perfect makeup and hair. Expensive wool coat and scarf, knee high boots, a young urban professional Women indeed.

She had "that ring of confidence" about Her.

Noticing that i had noticed Her she, slowly, averted Her gaze elsewhere, giving me a momentary chance to admire Her in totality. Then as my eyes wandered back to Hers i noticed She was again looking directly at me. my instinct when set upon by a Female gaze is to look down, bowing my head slightly. As i began to instinctively, submissively,  lower my head i noticed it. A slight, sly smile forming upon those perfect, inviting lips. 

We/we passed each other knowing a form of connection had been made. That instant chemical reaction of intrigue and attraction.

i being left to wonder if Her smile was one of simple acknowledgement of this or of something deeper.

Had She noticed my shy submissive gesture and enjoyed it?

Danika on the Pole

Awesome!


"The first woman in history to earn the top starting spot in a race at NASCAR’s elite Sprint Cup Series, Patrick will bring new eyeballs to Sunday’s season-opening Daytona 500. She’ll lure in casual sports fans, women who don’t know a muffler from a manifold, and little girls in awe of the glamorous driver and her fast green car.
It’s an ambassador role Patrick has played since her 2005 debut at the Indianapolis 500, where she became the first woman to lead laps in the biggest race in the world. But it’s so much more now.
“You can only lead by example and I don’t necessarily want my example to step outside the box and be a girl in a guy’s world. That’s not what I am trying to say,” Patrick said. “But if you have a talent for something, do not be afraid to follow through with it and not feel different. Do not feel like you are less qualified or less competent to be able to do the job because you are different. Ignore that and let it be about what your potential is.” "

I crossed out that ridiculously sexist line. Maybe the writer doesn't know that today, Women buy more cars than men. Something the auto industry is scrabbling to adjust to. - EJ

Update: Danika finished a strong eighth in Sunday's race, leaving 35 males in Her wake. She also become the first Woman to lead a lap in the Daytona 500. All this after grabbing the pole. That puts Her in seventh place overall in the Nascar standings. i suspect She'll have the other boys in Her sights before long.

Back to Blogging...

i apologize for my long absence here on Female Future. Under Our/our new household arrangement Goddess has been keeping me busier than ever. "An idle male is a useless male" She repeatedly says to me. Being called useless by a Women is one thing that always cuts to my soul so i strive to never earn such a distinction. Goddess has keep my computer time to an absolute minimum over the past few months as She has vastly expanded my workload, keeping me ever busy and helping me adapt to this newish lifestyle. Last week however She declared Herself satisfied with my progress and performance to date. She has decided to allow me some additional computer time as a reward. She did however make it very clear that this is a privilege that will be limited, controlled and earned. It can be revoked at Her whim at any time.

So if I keep up the good hard work i will have some time to devote to this blog. i would like to get back to posting one or two items per week and i have many new stories to relate regarding my recent activities as well as previous stories to complete.

i thank You/you all for Your/your interest/patience and i will now get back to posting here at Female Future on a somewhat routine schedule (time and permission willing).

Of course i thank Goddess for the privilege of allowing me to share my thoughts and Our/our experiences here with You/you all (once again).

Kate Upton's Super Super Bowl Ad

What some would regard as yet another sexist Super Bowl advert i would like to consider from another perspective. Personally i think this ad is rather funny. Funny because it's true. It is, in fact, a blatant demonstration of the Power of Feminine Beauty in its most elemental form. Here We/we have the Stunningly beautiful Kate Upton supposedly washing a car. Well, in fact, She is having a group of enraptured males wash the car for Her. The simple undeniable fact of Her Beauty having the power to completely consume the focus of males is obvious. Her power is not just seen in the advert itself but stop and imagine the scene that played out in millions of living rooms across America (and indeed the world) when this ad appeared on television. Image the attention of tens of millions of male football fans suddenly drawn to Kate's voluptuous , teasing figure in high definition. i can easily imagine the scene as groups of rowdy, boisterous males suddenly fall silent, utterly focused on their TVs, in awe of one of Mother Natures most exquisite creations.  Think also of Sports Illustrated in which whose swimsuit issue Kate has become a shining star in recent years.  SI's normal weekly circulation is about 3 million. The swimsuit issue sells 11 millions copies! Imagine again millions of males eagerly opening the issue and gazing spellbound at Her glorious image upon its pages.  Image how many males (millions!) whose sexual fantasies are fueled by Kate's images, imagine how much male seed has been expended in masturbatory worship of this Goddess.

If that is not raw power then it's difficult to know what is.

In the TV advert i laughed at the obviousness of the hoses spurting water but absolutely loved it when Kate approached the males and said simply "you missed a spot". In that simple statement We/we see the sly teasing of a Goddess fully aware of Her Power over males and Her enjoyment in exercising it.