The Power That is Taylor Swift

It was remarkable to see one of the most powerful corporations on Earth pivot so quickly to capitulate to the demands of a single artist this week on the issue of music streaming royalties. It was a testament to the power of Taylor Swift that the (male) executives of Apple jumped rapidly to change their carefully orchestrated plans after She simply voiced Her displeasure. Swift has indeed become one of the most powerful figures in popular music with massive sales and a devoted following. The music industry dares not cross Her. The one thing about Taylor Swift that i never fail to notice is just how focused and driven She is. She is the epitome of the modern ambitious Alpha-Female. She always exudes intelligence and a self confidence that is both amazing and i suspect, to males, rather intimidating. It also isn’t lost on me that She always reminds me of D in Her physicality, overarching intelligence and fierce ambition. The video here also shows Her as a kind of man eater, able to consume males completely, chew them up and toss them away knowing full well there will always be another eager to take his place even though he too will obviously be consumed in Her burning passion. (Sorry about having to link through to youtube to see the videos).

It’s remarkable that just 30 years ago pop music was considered a male dominated domain. At the time it was considered a major revolution when artists such as Madonna appeared on the scene with music that expressed a Female point of view. Music about Female desires, lust or ambition were considered scandalous. A Women who would sing about openly, unambiguously using men for Her own purposes rattled the powers that be and blew open the doors of the music industry to shift from overwhelmingly male centric to, well at times, the exact opposite. Today it is routine to see Female artists top the charts.  Today these Women have power and influence and aren’t shy about using it.

Taylor Swift is a prime example of a Women who commands Her industry with ease, takes no nonsense from anyone and who represents a wonderful role model for the new generation of empowered millennial Women. Men don’t dare to cross Her.

The Female Future Tipping Point

As a reader of this blog You/you probably know that i have been documenting the surging Feminine wave that is washing over society. Like many such trends things happen so subtly, so gradually that many don’t notice until some critical mass is achieved and there is a sudden ‘tipping point’. This trend is most pronounced in the West but is happening in other places and the tidal surge will eventually sweep all of human society. Over the past 50 or so years the shift has been remarkable. From a society once so male dominated and male centric We/we have seen Women become ever more resistant to patriarchy and embracing of Their own intelligence and power to the point where Women now dominate educational achievement as well as many fields such as medicine, biomedical research, accounting and law, among others. Fields once considered male bastions are becoming ever more Feminine. Sure there are gaps (politics for example) but even there as Women assert themselves They rise to the positions of high office with ever lessening resistance. Today the idea of a Women leading a major economic power seems completely natural and will happen more and more (Germany today and the USA soon(?)). As Women assert Themselves more and more They seem to meet ever lessening male resistance. Why is that? i believe that one critical factor is that males simply, innately, understand, that Women are, in fact, better than us. More humane, more compassionate, more sensible and more intelligent. Many males are only too happy to follow the Female lead in our personal and professional lives. It’s well documented that Women are better leaders, managers and decision makers. we males instinctively feel the allure of Feminine beauty and know that Women are the center of the life-force itself.  Women are Goddesses and if they assert Their natural authority over males we will obey and worship Them. Deep down even the most outwardly 'macho' male knows Women have this power and it perhaps scares him. For the most part  we are only too happy to follow Her lead.

Step by step humanity is moving towards a Female lead future. Sure there are patches of resistance here and there but the big picture trend line is clear.

Here’s an extract of a recently published article that provides some additional evidence of this generational shift.








"Wealthy Millennial women are more likely to make at least as much -- if not more -- than their husbands. They’re also more likely to take the big decisions on house- hold finances and investments, according to a new report from U.S. Trust that surveyed high and ultra-high net worth individuals, defined as those with at least $3 million in investable assets.
The report found that 30% of these wealthy Millennial women were the primary income earners, and another 21% contributed the same amount as their partners. That’s compared to just 11% of Gen X women who made more than their husbands, 15% of Baby Boomer women and 4% who are 70 years old or older. The percentage of equal earners remained relatively similar across all four generations.

Not only are the high net worth Millennial women earning more than women in other generations, but they’re also making more financial decisions than older women. In fact, in a major generational shift, they’re making more financial decisions than their husbands.
For Millennial women, 31% are the dominant decision-makers when it comes to household finances, compared to 28% of men, just 11% of Gen X women, 9% of Boomer ladies and 1% of what the report calls “mature” females. The breakdowns, and the vast shift from generation to generation, are nearly identical when it comes to investment decisions."

Service is not Mindless

It should never be thought that being a male in a Female-Lead-Relationship is a life of 24/7 boot licking, ass cropping, cock teasing and verbal humiliation. While all these wonderful things and more are indeed common elements in an FLR what Women would want to keep a male who required so much continuous attention and effort. The role of the male is to make the Females life easier and less stressful, to take away the drudgery of mindless low-level daily tasks. As such once a male has been broken and properly trained by a Goddess he should become essentially an automaton. By that i don’t mean he is unthinking or stupid. What it does mean is that the male becomes so attentive, response and tuned in to Her desires and tastes that upon being given an order he instantly knows not only to obey without question but precisely how to carry out Her commands. The male should know how to greet Her friends, How She expects Her household to be kept, How She likes Her coffee, how She expects Her boots to be cleaned, How his tongue and lips bring Her maximum pleasure and so on. In other words being the male is not a passive, mindless role. In fact it requires extreme attentiveness and attention to detail. Mindlessness often results and sloppiness and a strict disciplinary response.

But as I said there is much simple routine in this. Let me share an anecdote with You/you.

This past Saturday night Goddess, with myself in accompaniment,  attended a rather lavish party put on by one of Her dearest Friends. The event was held at an upscale restaurant in the city. About 60-70 Guests/guests were in attendance. Seating was organized by name cards at specific tables. There was an open bar and dinner was self-serve, buffet style. While not a ‘Femdom’ party, as such, i did recognize about a third of the attendees as being in an FLR relationship or Women i know to be involved in the Femdom ‘lifestyle’. Many of the rest i recognized as well known Businesswomen, artists, musicians and so on. So while i would not describe the evening as being overtly ‘Femdom’ it did have a notable Female Centric vibe where the Women were the center of attention and the males were merely accompanying Them.

Upon entering We/we greeted the Hostess. Goddess First and myself when She was finished. Goddess took a moment or two to embrace Her friend and exchange warm greeting and the sharing of details and particulars regarding the event. The Hostess then greeted me with a perfunctory “Hi ethan, welcome”, before moving to greet Her next guest.






Goddess surveyed the room and located Our/our table to which i followed Her. Upon arrival at the table Goddess saw that an old Friend was seated opposite Her and began to greet and converse with Her. i slipped behind Goddess and pulled out Her chair upon which She then sat. She then turned to me and simply said “merlot”. I immediately set off for the bar and requested one of Goddesses preferred varieties from the bartender. Upon returning i placed the glass in front of Goddess. Without breaking Her conversation She picked up the glass and took a sip. She then continued with Her conversation without acknowledgement of myself. This i knew to mean that She found it to Her liking. I then took my seat next to Her. i listened in silence as the two caught up on each others affairs. Knowing it was not my place to involve myself in this discussion i simply sat there in silence, only acknowledging Goddesses friend if She directed a look in my direction. i listened carefully to the conversation, not to eavesdrop, but to be ready if my services were required. After about an hour Goddess pushed Her empty glass towards me, pointing Her finger towards the bar but placing Her hand upon my wrist which i knew to be a gesture meaning ‘hold position until I release you’. Goddess then asked her friend if She would like anything from the bar. “A glass of white wine would be nice”. Goddess then removed Her hand and i proceeded to the bar to retrieve the two glasses. The previous male bartender had by now been replaced by a startlingly beautiful twenty-something blonde Goddess. i instantly noticed Her brilliant grey eyes, striking cheekbones, full lips covered in an almost ‘hot pink’ lip stick. Her luminous blonde hair propped up in a ‘bob’ and accented by small gold loop earrings. She sweetly inquired as to my order and i as usual became quite nervous. i’m naturally intimidated by strong, beautiful Women and i’m quite uncomfortable with being served by a Women. i simply don’t believe it’s a Women’s place to serve men. My training and duty did however kick in. On the rare occasion i find my self  in such situations Goddess has instructed me to always be extremely polite and deferential. So i politely requested the desired drinks while keeping my eyes averted downward as the glasses were filled. i then looked Her oh-so-briefly in the eyes and sincerely thanked Her. She smiled but also gave me a slightly quizzical look. As i walked back towards the table, which was only about five meters from the bar I could almost feel Her curious gaze upon me.

Upon returning to the table i first served Goddesses friend then moved around the table to serve Goddess before returning to my seat. i hoped that the Girl at the bar would take note of my service and attitude, that She would see that i viewed Women as deserving of being served, not the other way round.

After sitting, Goddesses friend looked at me and remarked to Goddess, “He’s well trained isn’t he?” to which Goddess replied “Of course!”, Shooting a smile in my direction. i simply smiled in acknowledgement.

This simple scene at the party provides a nice example of what i was discussing at the beginning of this post. male service to a dominant Female is not simply mindless. i have to display great attention even when being seemingly ignored or am irrelevant in a social context. As Goddess says , taking a twist on the old’ children being seen but not heard’ expression, “boys may be seen but they should keep their mouths shut”.

As always in these social situation Goddess expects me to follow these simple rules;

    •    Be silent
    •    Be discrete
    •    Don’t speak unless spoken to and only if necessary
    •    Pay close attention
    •    Obey instantly
    •    Think then Do

As for my sitting at the table with Goddess and Her friend this depends on the circumstances. In this type of social situation i have permission to use a chair. During other social occasions that are just with Goddesses friends and/or are overtly Femdom i am typically expected to kneel at Her side or to stand further back from the table, in waiting. In no situation however do i forget my place and status.

After the meal Goddesses friend left the table to circulate amongst the other guests. Goddess seemed to notice my inability to not notice the beautiful Girl working there.

“She’s very pretty, don’t you think?”

As usual i am permitted, expected in fact, to be honest about such things.

“Yes Goddess, very”

Goddess just smiled and continued to check Her e-mail.

As the party was winding down and the tables were being cleared i noticed that the blonde beauty was clearing tables in our area. Goddess must have noticed as well as She leaned towards me and said;

“I want you to clear our table, i won’t have Her serving you”

i don’t think Goddess was motivated by any sense of being threatened or being in competition with this Girl. She merely pointed out that it was not my place to be served by a Women. In fact by clearing the table i would be serving both Goddess, her friends and the lovely young Women working there.

I then proceeded to clear away the dishes and utensils and brought them to the station with the others. The Girl noticed what i was doing and simply smiled, not protesting in anyway. It seemed that She was used to have random males offering Her assistance and didn’t think it was unusual. i suspect that Her alluring beauty draws many ‘helpful’ males towards Her.

As the evening wrapped up We/we again said our good-byes to Our/our host and on the way out Goddesses friend from Our/our table passed Us/us by saying good night to Goddess and to “what was you’re name again? I forgot”

“ethan” i replied simply and She smiled and turned away.

Exploiting males for Fun and Profit

Continuing from the last posting i began to think of examples where Women DO actually use Their beauty and sexuality for Their own enjoyment as well as for profit by taking advantage of males natural instincts and behaviours.

i recall back in university i had a beautiful, smart and outgoing Female friend who took up stripping at local clubs to pay Her way through school and have a lifestyle far beyond the means of the typical student. It was actually pretty amazing to me to have a friend who was ‘on the pole’ so to speak. It was even more amazing to see the ‘matter of fact’ attitude Karen had towards stripping, Her own sexuality and Her relationships/attitudes towards men.

Karen told me how She saw the way men looked at Her everyday, the power that Her beauty gave Her in interactions with males (professors included) and decided to use that for Her own betterment. As She once said to me. “if guys are going to stare at me all the time I might as well make them pay for the privilege”.

And pay they did. Karen told me She worked only two nights per week but it wasn’t unusual for Her to clear well over a thousand dollars at the end of the week. Needless to say Karen finished university not only with an education but debt free and with substantial savings. She subsequently used Her savings to start a business and has become a very successful BusinessWomen.

Karen and i became fast friends i think because i was always so honest in giving my male point-of-view. She really enjoyed having a sounding board for Her opinions. She would even model new outfits She bought for Her performances to gauge my reaction.

Karen even invited me to come and see Her show one time. i was a bit reluctant but She insisted. i was actually glad i did. Seeing Her up there in the lights, dancing and grinding to the beat of the music was one of the most astonishing sights i have ever seen. Her long blonde hair shimmering under the lights, the way She whipped it around and around. Her fit curvaceous body, the way She moved. She completely fucked with my mind and the mind of every male staring hypnotically at Her indescribable beauty. At one point close to the end of the act She crawled over to me, turned around, spread Her long tawny legs and placed Her sex just inches from my face. My eyes just flowed over the curves of Her perfect ass and down to Her sex and back again. She gave a little wiggle and turned Her head around and shot me a wicked grin, running Her tongue around Her lips teasingly. I was instantly rock hard in my pants and blown away in my mind. Such exquisite ecstasy!  All i could do was outstretch my arms and bow my head repeatedly towards Her to acknowledge how in awe of Her i felt at that moment. She grinned as the packed house roared in appreciation of Her beauty and raw sensuality. With that She moved to finish Her act and proceed around the stage to collect Her substantial monetary tributes. There couldn’t have been a soft cock in the house that night. Impossible! To see all those men fumbling to offer Her money in near desperation. It was all they could do, unable to touch Her, have Her or even know Her. Even their money in no way gave them any claim on Her. She remained Her own Women, aloof, mysterious and fiercely independent of any man. She however could claim ownership of a part of them, their minds, their fantasies. For how long would these men have Her sensuous image burned in their brains. How many of them would end up repeatedly stroking their cocks while recalling the sight of Her enchanting beauty. How many would come back just to see Her again and again?

For Karen they were all so interchangeable and forgettable. The only artifact of them She had was the pile of cash She handed over to the bank teller the next day. She always had so much cash i could hardly believe it. Every time We/we went out for drinks or lunch She refused to let me pay always insisting i was just a ‘poor student’, which was of course true. It was more than just that however. It was also about power and independence, ensuring that no male, not even a close friend, would ever have any claim on Her. Even when we went out clubbing as a group of friends  She would be surrounded by a pack of adoring male friends but never allowed them to buy Her a drink. She did often refer to this gang as Her “male harem”, even to their faces, which some of them seemed a little humiliated by because i think they knew it rang true. i always found it deeply exciting of course. In fact She sometimes told me that She really loved that i was “so submissive towards Women”. i think She really appreciated having a male who was always there for Her, to listen, to dutifully do things for Her etc but who made no demands on Her. The power dynamic in our friendship was always clear, She had all the power and i followed Her lead. i absolutely adored Her and just loved having the opportunity to be around such a Goddess and to serve Her even in such small ways.

Karen of course had male lovers from time to time but She never entered into serious committed relationships with them. For Her it was all about Her pleasure and enjoyment. Finished with one She would move onto another. The worst sin a male could make in Her eyes was being too clingy or having a sense of entitlement towards Her. Her attitude was to enjoy life today and prepare for the future. No man was going to get in the way of Her dreams. She took what She wanted from men, their bodies, their money, their companionship. She always took from men without feeling any need to reciprocate beyond what satisfied Her own desires.

To call Karen independent or liberated is far too cliche and simplistic. She was a Goddess, She knew She was a Goddess and She expected men to worship Her. And they did.

It really was that simple.




My friend Jodi was another, if somewhat different take on this idea. Jodi was a super smart grad student. A vivacious redhead with a stunning smile and a body to match. She was the winner of many scholarships and had a winning personality to boot. Few men could resist Her charms and She knew it and took full advantage. Jodi would have a different lover every other week and was never shy about moving on to the next, or telling me about his faults and quirks. Once She described Her boy of the week as having a “minuscule cock, I mean literally ‘this big’ “. Even i could not help but laugh as She described having to get rid of him due to his obvious ‘shortcoming’. Jodi was a young Women who had no inhibitions about sex or Her own expectations. One evening when a group of Us/us were out for drinks She was relating Her latest disappointing relationship adventure and concluded by bluntly stating that “all men should be put on a leash” something that aroused me to no end. i remember telling Her that there were probably lots of men who would gladly be kept on Her leash”. Hearing this caused Her to look at me quizzically but then i saw that turn to a look of realization at having discovered something profound about Her friend. She smiled and simply said “honey maybe We/we should talk later”.

Jodi had such power of attraction that men could not resist Her even after being rejected. She kept a long list of former lovers on speed dial who were eager and willing to provide any favours She requested such as borrowing his car or using a summer home for a weekend getaway (often with a different lover).

Jodi was a Women whose sharp intelligence, stunning good looks and direct forthright personality always gave Her the upper hand in dealing with males, myself included. A few days after the leash ‘discussion’ we were alone together at Her apartment. Jodi was wearing a pair of shiny, black leather stiletto heeled knee high boots that i found oh so sexy. As we were talking She crossed Her legs, elegantly letting one boot dangle in the air, moving Her foot nonchalantly from side to side. I didn’t even realize that She had stopped talking as i was just transfixed following Her foot with my eyes.

“Ok Ethan babe I’m up here”. realizing i’d been caught dead to rights i turned flush with embarrassment. i’d seen Jodi sexually manipulate men many times before but She had never crossed that line with me until now. i was astonished at just how effortlessly She did it and how completely i fell into Her trap. So exposed i proceeded to confess everything from my belief in the obvious superiority of Women to my fetish for Women’s boots and anklets to how much i craved to serve a Women and be used by Her. If She was shocked Jodi tried not to show it. In fact in her typical straightforward way She said She understood and asked “why can’t more men be like you?”. i told Her i thought many men were but were too shy or felt too much social pressure to conform to patriarchal norms even though that era was fading away. So She made a deal with me. While She wouldn’t do anything to damage our friendship I could, if i wanted to, become Her ‘slave’ and Her my Mistress on the understanding that Ours/ours would be a relationship not about sex but about service. A male serving a Female in other words. I was thrilled and made a simple request then and there. i asked if i could kneel and worship Her boots. She simply smiled and offered up Her boot. my whole world seemed to drift into slow motion as i fell to my knees, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon the black leather. From there i became lost in kissing and licking at Her boot, lost in subspace. Our/our relationship forever changed at that point as i became Her servant boy as well as Her special ‘friend’. From then on i made time during my week to run Her errands, clean Her apartment, escort Her on social occasions when She couldn’t be bothered to find another male to serve that purpose and clean and polish Her extensive boot collection ( a particular favorite activity of mine). She continued to live the rest of Her life as before and She would fill me in on all the details of Her latest dates and the nights out with Her girlfriends at the male strip club. I will forever adore Jodi for allowing me the privilege of serving Her and for Her close friendship.

Shannon was another Girl who was not a close friend, more of an acquaintance. With long jet black hair, smouldering hot looks and a body any man would gladly worship She knew full well what effect She had on males. Not only did She know it She was 22 but would wear oh-so-tight sexy school-girl uniforms to Her lectures. Lots of tight curves with a full mid-riff on show. All the men would snap to attention as She sauntered passed. When She stopped males would surround Her like planets in orbit around a burning star. All the while She held court with an arrogant, almost icy, demeanor  offering them only the faintest acknowledgement. At party’s all the boys would take turns trying to talk to Her, desperate to crack Her icy defenses. Each would in turn be shot down. i remember taking a turn myself once at a party. Casually getting close enough to Her to initiate a conversation. She utterly refused to cooperate. Finally, irritated,  She simply asked “why are you talking to me?”. Rebuked and having no good answer other than finding Her irresistible I slipped away with my shrunken balls between my legs, suitably humiliated. Shannon did that all the time, toying with men with Her continuous tease and deny routine. I’d seen Her flirt with and reject so many men it was obvious to any casual observer what She was about. Jodi, who knew Her much better than i did told me that when around just ‘the Girls’ She would openly target some hapless guy to flirt with mercilessly just so She could then reject him. Shannon was a Girl on a sexual power-trip, hurting males not as an unintended side effect of Her alluring beauty but with absolute intent. Jodi explicitly told me to “stay away from Her babe, She’s a real man-eater. I know how weak you are around Women, She’ll destroy you”. Knowing the way Jodi reduced men to Her helpless playthings this warning was worth heeding.

Yet watching Shannon in action was a thing of beauty. The way She wrapped men around Her pretty little finger was breathtaking. The moment She entered a room no man could ever consider himself Her equal. Her icy, arrogant beauty silently pressed on men's souls awakening a lust She was happy to fuel but refused to satiate.

So there You/you have it. Three short anecdotes from my past of Women completely comfortable with Their sexuality, fearless in Their exploitation of male desire and demanding of male worship and sacrifice.

As much as Women like these wound the male soul we wouldn't change Them in any way. Their Intelligence, Beauty and Alluring Femininity make Them by nature deserving of abject worship by males.

we are not worthy.