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.