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...."