males and Fetishes

“What is it about boys and fetishes?”

The question came seemingly out of nowhere. Goddess was sitting on the sofa reviewing some business documents while i kneeled in front of Her on the floor, giving Her a worshipful foot massage.

i thought we were both focused on Our/our individual activities but Goddess had apparently glanced down at me and taken note of my stiff erection.

“I mean every time you touch my feet, kiss them or even look at them you’re instantly hard”

“Yes Goddess so true”

“...and it’s not just my feet is it? What else gets a rise out of you?”

“no Goddess, not just your feet. I adore Women’s boots, shoes, anklets, whips and riding crops, being naked in front of  Women excites me to no end, then there’s...”

“OK OK, enough, I get the idea. I don’t think Anyone at the club failed to notice that one!”

She said with a sweet smile.

i turned red and a little sweaty with embarrassment.

“I’m not complaining though, all those little kinks do make you boys so easy to control and manipulate. you really are such a predictable ‘species’. ”

Her words dripped with condescension.

 “Could you imagine Me getting all wet just from looking at a guys feet? I mean ick!”

“no Goddess i couldn’t imagine”

“Damn right you couldn’t!”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

i just then realized that the conversation had distracted me from the task at hand. She poked my lips with Her bare foot to get my attention then circled around my face making me chase Her in frustration with my mouth. Finally She stopped again at my lips and i engulfed Her proffered red-lacquered toes. I engulfed them with my mouth, sucking intensely and swirling my strong tongue around each one in succession and back again.

Goddess purred and my erection raged.

i just glanced up to notice Her again studying my excited manhood. Proving just how effortlessly She manipulates me and how i blindly fall into Her little traps.

“I mean I get the what and how of your kinky obsessions I’m just not sure I understand the why”

“Maybe that’s something you could research for your little web blog”

i managed to get out a stifled ‘yes Goddess’ as my tongue swirled around Her toes”

“boys are so weird! Isn’t that right boy?”

She asked rhetorically, pushing Her toes deeper into my mouth

“yes...yes Goddessss...”

So that little incident got me thinking. Goddess was absolutely correct. It’s easy enough to see a males sexual response to a variety of fetish objects, body parts or behaviors. It’s also easy to describe the most common ones. Go ahead i’ll bet You/you can come up with half a dozen just of the top of Your/your head.

The more difficult question is the why? How is that that a man can be aroused by an inanimate object such as a Woman’s shoe?

And not just aroused but also be overwhelmed with deeply submissive feelings towards Women as well. These feelings of sexual arousal and submissive desire are deeply intertwined within the fetish itself.

Another thing that was clear from my research was that sexual fetishes are an overwhelmingly male phenomenon.

However the more research i did the more frustrated i became in my quest to find a plausible explanation. Some believe that male sexual fetishes are a perversion or deviant behavior. Seeing just how common sexual fetishes are among males though this would logically lead one to conclude that males are virtually by default, perverted or deviant creatures. Now Some may reply “obviously” to that statement but the nature of something deviant suggests that it is different from ’normal’ (perhaps ‘average’ is a better word choice here).

One/one could make the case that since all humans begin life as Female and the male develops as a deviation from Female that males are naturally deviant. This argument however just has Us/us turning in circles when it come to explaining the prevalence and variety of male sexual fetishes. It basically amounts to ‘males are different from Females because they are different’. Not at all a satisfactory answer.

Another line of thought follows that since boys are exposed to many Female authority figures as they grow up, teachers and so on, they come to associate certain objects associated with these Women, such as shoes, boots, jewellery perfume etc with Female social power and authority.

i think this begins to get Us/us moving in the right direction. boys do grow up in a world typically populated by Female authority figures who feed them give them chores and homework, discipline them and so on. A boys world is populated and ruled over by these benevolent Goddesses. we may occasionally rebel against them but in the end we bend to Their will.

This inevitably makes a powerful imprint upon the male psyche and perhaps all things Feminine are a fundamental part of this imprinting.

This however seems at best like a partial explanation. What about objects that a boy typically doesn’t encounter that become powerfully fetishized by males. i don’t ever recall one of my teachers bringing Her whip to class. i also don’t seem to recall having any particular fascination with Women’s shoes for example. Of course it is possible that strong associations are unconsciously made in the male mind.

Also what about the Girls? They are exposed to the same Female authority figures yet don’t seem to develop the fetishes ( or at least at nowhere near the frequency). i also wonder if growing up in a world of Feminine authority and power imprints within Them a sense that it is Women who are the natural leaders and authority figures? That’s perhaps beyond the scope of this article but an interesting question nonetheless.

At this point i can accept the idea of these ‘imprints’ being made on boys and then lying dormant ready to spring forth in the future.

One thing that is very clear to me is that males place great importance on symbols. In particular symbols of power and authority.

From the moment of sexual awakening males are viscerally cognizant of the mysterious, all consuming, sexual power of the Feminine.

we are awed and hypnotized by the alluring curves and sublime motions of the Female form. The sweet lilt of a Feminine voice and that particular sparkle in a Woman’s eye. we are irresistibly drawn to the mysterious beauty of the feminine and at the same time shocked by our powerlessness before it. we struggle for Female approval, the slightest smile or acknowledgement. our bodies respond instinctively. Even a sharp verbal rebuke from a Woman cuts any man to his very soul yet at the same time some part of him enjoys being on the receiving end of Her exertion of Feminine power. we are humiliated and aroused.

What madness!

Coming back to the symbolism i am struck that even going back to the cave there are countless artistic and religious symbols of the Female form. males, at a loss to comprehend the power of the Female are reduced to endless attempts to render and understand that power through art and symbolism. All futile by the way but we just can’t help ourselves.

As Camille Paglia put it “fetishism, for instance, a practice which like most of the sex perversions is confined to men, is clearly a conceptualizing or symbol-making activity”.

This i believe gets to the heart of the matter. we as males see Feminine associated objects, anatomy and activities as directly symbolic of that mysterious Feminine Power that envelopes us. In doing so we sexualize the 'thing' itself  both as a symbol of that power and a proxy for it. So a Woman’s shoe is not just a shoe to us but more of a sacred object representing the divine power of the Goddess at the deepest level.

boys may be weird but Mother Nature has Her ways.


In continuing this series i’ll look at some particular fetishes that i personally find powerfully compelling and discuss my thoughts about them.

Thoughts On Male Strippers and Social Change

Previously i had posted some of Our/our thoughts concerning Female strippers and the male audience experience. Goddess pointed out that i had promised to write a second part concerning male strippers but never actually did it. For that of course i apologize.

i think that the reason i had dragged my feet on this is that i just could not assemble a fully coherent thesis regarding this topic, the attitudes and experiences of the Female audience and the differences between the Female and male versions of this performance art form.

As You/you may have gathered from the last post i have received a comprehensive first hand crash course in male erotic dancing thanks to Goddess and Her newest business partner, the amazing Mistress Denise.

One of the things that made understanding the phenomena of male strip shows difficult is that they are a relatively recent development. From what i can tell having done some research on the topic they really didn’t become a common occurrence until the 1970’s along side the rise of Playgirl magazine and the mainstream Feminist movement.

Traditionally, under the patriarchy, male sexuality and sexual arousal were treated as taboo subjects. It was socially unacceptable to portray male sexual arousal. Even flipping through Playgirl magazines from the 1970’s and 80’s will reveal model after model sporting a thoroughly flaccid cock. male strip shows of the same era such as the Chippendale’s limited the ‘stripping’ to the men’s g-strings and no further, though the bulging contents of the dancers fabric pouches left little to the imagination. Even today there are many male reviews that limit the dancers to stripping down to the g-string and no further. In my research it seemed to me that while Women appreciated the men’s physique and performance in these shows there was often a palpable sense of disappointment at not being able to appreciate all the of the strippers 'assets'. Today however this is less of an issue with numerous opportunities for Women to fully appreciate male anatomy at a strip show.

Even today in the mainstream media such as movies it continues to be routine that Women are  expected to show Their naked bodies while male sexuality is covered or not shown. Though thankfully this is changing.

i have always found it ridiculous that the same males who proclaim themselves dominant or superior are afraid that simply revealing their sexual bits will somehow lead to the fall of civilization. Perhaps what they really mean is the fall of patriarchy and male privilege.

What really seems to be at play here is fear. The fear of males revealing their greatest weakness, the one that exposes all their macho attitudes for the nonsense that it actually is. For while a Women’s sexuality remains hidden and mysterious even when She is nude, a males sexuality is fully revealed to the world the moment the last bit of fabric is pulled away. The males fully visible arousal is an undeniable and uncontrollable testimony to Women’s sexual power over males. How can a male deny a Woman’s innate ability to so thoroughly dominate his mind when the evidence of that power is standing erect for All/all to see? There is really no equivalent overt state the male can elicit in the Female, which massively tilts the balance of sexual power in Her favor.

Add to that the exposed male ball sac, hanging there, a vulnerable, swinging target for any Female who wishes to assert Her authority. One slap of the sac of even the most hulking male by the most petite Female will send said male crumpling to the ground in agony. MotherNature may have endowed the male with a size and strength advantage but She also saw fit to make him extremely vulnerable. To the Female She endowed unspeakable beauty that males can’t resist, superior intelligence and the socialization skills needed to build a society plus the very source of life itself within Her powerful sexuality. It has always seemed obvious to me that Women have been endowed with all the qualities of social leadership and are fully equipped to exploit the only advantages endowed to men, physical strength, for the greater good.

Now this may seem like a bit of a detour from the topic at hand but it does explain the patriarchal resistance to public displays of male sexual arousal, now thankfully crumbling along with the patriarchy. It also I think it helps explain what I have witnessed of the Female experience of viewing male strip shows.

It’s a very social activity.

Women attend the shows in groups and enjoy the performances collectively. One/one doesn’t often see a solitary Woman transfixed on the male dancer. Instead there is a cacophony of Feminine voices, laughter and commentary directed not just at the male displaying himself but towards each other. The Girls share comments and opinions about the males. They encourage each other to engage in risque behavior towards the boys. This is about having fun, Female bonding and expressing Themselves as Women at men's expense.

There is also an obvious element of the joy that comes from sexually objectifying males. Today's Alpha-Girls have few inhibitions with what They regard as Their right to treat men as sexual playthings. These Women are used to controlling Their own lives and sexuality and don’t feel They have to be ’nice’. i think many male dancers are quite shocked at first at the aggressiveness of many of the Female audience members towards them. i know i was quite surprised at first but soon got over it and learned to enjoy it. i have been subject to and have witnessed a range of behaviors  from raunchy ‘catcalls’ about my man parts, being slapped on the ass, having my ass-cheeks grabbed and pinched and my nipples tweaked. On occasion i’ve even had my ball sac grabbed at and my cock grabbed or pumped a couple of times. Management frowns upon hand-jobs so we are expected to extricate ourselves from those types of situations when they develop no matter how much we might enjoy just standing there and being pleasured.

This aggressive behavior is typically encouraged by social pressure among the Women. There’s clearly an element of pushing boundaries and the thrill of humiliating males. Today’s Alpha-Girl’s aren’t in the least bit intimidated by males despite their size and strength advantage. They routinely outclass males in education and the workplace. These Women know they have all the Goddess given tools to manipulate and control just about any male. males when confronted by an aggressive Alpha-Female naturally yield or are intimidated. It’s really our natural state to yield to and obey Women, especially confident and assertive Women. There have even been studies done showing that males in relationships with high-earning Alpha-Females see their testosterone levels drop. The male ego has always been a crude defense mechanism against  Feminine power, one however whose manifested juvenile behaviors are increasingly not tolerated by the Superior Sex.

One thing a male stripper learns quickly, i think, is to banish any latent male ego from his personality. It’s virtually impossible to maintain any pretense of a male ego while engaging in an activity that is fundamentally, lets face it, rather humiliating and degrading. It’s rather difficult to hold patriarchal values on the one hand while holding your hard cock in the other hand so a room full of screaming Female lawyers, stockbrokers, doctors and collage students can take your picture with Their smart-phones and try to grab at you. In essence They’ve bought the dancers male sexuality and put it on display for their own amusement so the men are expected to behave accordingly.

Strangely male dancers often do develop a kind of machismo which is subtly different than male ego. It’s not about thinking themselves better than Women but instead being a kind of Adonis, irresistible to Females. One/one can usually see this manifested in dancers who swing and thrust their cocks at the customers. Typically however their assessment of their attractiveness is greatly exaggerated. It’s usually just met with howls of derisive laughter from the Women who are more embarrassed for him then anything else.

The aggressive behavior of the Women towards the strippers is actually encouraged by the combination of the group social dynamic among the Females as well as the atmosphere in the clubs. In some male strip clubs the dancers are actually expected by management to encourage the customers to touch and feel them. Often dancers will bring Women from the audience on stage and allow Them to handle the goods even if only momentarily. Table dances are  routine and here the dancers not only grind against the customer but allow them to cop a feel. Personally when giving a table dance one of my favorite moves  is to bend over a bit and present my ass which almost without fail the customer will take the opportunity to run Her hands across. The tingling sensation always makes my cock twitch and never fails to catch the attention of one of the Girls in the group who screams, pointing out my excited manhood to Her friends who demand a look, provoking howls of laughter and giggling. Its super humiliating and i absolutely love it!

None of this sort of aggressive interaction would ever be tolerated at a Women’s strip club where the men are expected to always keep their hands to themselves, no matter how tormenting the Girls are, or else be tossed out the door. i assume since the male dancers are not really physically threatened by the Women this behavior is deemed OK. This of coarse doesn’t happen at all clubs.

One phenomena that does happen at the clubs is the dancers hooking up with the customers. Our/our clientele tends to be mostly professional Women or students on similar career paths. These are Women who are not accustomed to being told ‘no’. So if They see something They like They aren’t shy about going after it. i’ve seen Women use a Sharpie to write their phone number on a dancers butt-cheek , slip them a note or wait outside the club for some guy to come out. These are more often then not laser-focused career Women who are just looking for some fun and/or sex with a hot guy, not something long term. Most of the guys who work at the club are really working class. Most work jobs like construction where the work comes and goes so stripping part time affords them a nice supplemental income not to mention engaging in an activity they enjoy that lets them meet beautiful successful Women who would otherwise be off limits.

my fellow dancer and friend robert often talks to me about his hook ups. robert told me about Hannah, a stunning corporate lawyer who one night pulled him aside as he was serving drinks in the club (here many dancers fulfill different roles on different nights). There was nothing shy about Hannah. Instead of ordering a drink like robert expected She grabbed the front of his g-string, pulling it open and dropping Her business card inside before releasing him and letting the fabric snap closed. robert winced as the card scrapped against his balls. Being busy he had to spend the next hour with Her card shuffling around in his tight covering.

They did indeed hookup the next night he was off and They/they had fantastic, hot sex. They kept hooking up one or two times a week after that. But that’s all it was. Hannah had made it clear She was only really interested in him as Her boy-toy and not in anything serious or long term. rob was actually ok with that, as he put it,

“where else is a guy like me ever going to hook up with a Women like Hannah”

Recently the sex has become less frequent but rob has undertaken a new role in Hannah’s life. A couple of days per week he takes care of the garden, cleans Her pool, vacuums and tidy’s up Her house, washes Her BMW and does whatever other household chores Her busy schedule doesn’t allow.

“i started out as Her boy-toy and became Her houseboy. It’s ok though She pays me well”

robs experience shows how the wider economic shifts in society are showing up in the club. The Women who come in here are full of cash, have advanced degrees and high powered jobs. Any one of them probably makes 5-10x  or more in income compared with what any of the guys working here makes.

Its like there are two worlds that merge in the the club on a busy night.

The Worlds of;

Women vs men

Rich vs not rich

Upper Class vs lower class

Ambition vs ‘getting by’

Educated vs under-educated

Brain Work vs brawn work

This world in the male strip club is in fact a microcosm of the developing Female dominated society around us. It presents new challenges. How will Venus and mars ever get together if they are worlds apart?  Can Venus ever accept a lower class mate in a serious relationship. Apart from physical sexual pleasure what can They/they offer to each other?

i believe that for the most part the emergent gap between Women and men is in fact a natural phenomenon. Once Women forced the patriarchy to allow them to be on equal footing with men the Girls simply used Their natural talents and abilities to run away with the game.

The momentum is on Their side and the gaps will only grow more pronounced.

How on earth will We/we bridge this increasing inequality?

Well i think we actually need to forget about this notion of equality between the sexes.

i think the preponderance of evidence supports the position that Women are clearly superior to the male of the species. Even more so at the kinds of skills and talents needed in the modern economy.

So many men today seem lost, they have fallen behind in skills and education, had their careers stall or completely broken down.

This is not the fault of Women. Women have fully earned Their success through natural talent and hard work. we should celebrate Their success.

So i propose another path;

Instead of being in competition with Women males should be of service to Women.

The fact that Women are so successful and busy creates countless opportunities for males to be of service.

I believe that men like robert and myself are actually the future. we have found ways to be of service to successful beautiful Women. we use our bodies to entertain Women, our strength to do all the tasks Their busy careers don’t allow time for and our companionship is highly valued.

males need to get over this idea that we have to out-compete Women. Face it, it’s not going to happen. For millennia males have used their physical strength and outright violence to repress Women.

Then the world began to change. Women rose up and demanded equality with men.

Perhaps little did They realize They could never be man’s equal.

They could only be his better.

Seriously men, think about this.

Have you ever looked, really looked, at a beautiful Women and asked yourself honestly,

‘How can i compete with that?’

you simply can’t and i think you know it. we all know it even if sometimes our fragile male ego resists the thought.

There are so many possibilities for us in this new world.

i have been lucky enough to have been accepted by a beautiful Superior Goddess to worship at Her boot, under Her whip in total abject service to Her. i am blissfully happy!

For robert he has found a fulfilling role taking care of Hannah’s house, pleasing Her sexually when She desires and otherwise entertaining Women at the club.

There is a world of possibilities.

males need to understand that it’s OK to;

-earn far less than a Women
-have a Female boss
-be a Women’s houseboy
-let Women use you just for sex
-be a kept man
-be a househusband
-let Her be the leader
-be a Mistresses slave
-choose a more traditionally Feminine career path
-sacrifice your career for Hers

The point is if you let go of male ego and pride then you open yourself up to a world of possibilities just by putting the Woman in your life first and supporting Women in general throughout society.

Embrace the new Female order for all it has to offer.

As more than one Women his related to me over the years;

“A man needs to be useful”

So be useful.

Gestures of Dominance

Goddesses new Business Partner

Early on a Saturday morning Goddess simply said “I need you to come into the office with me today and act as my PA(Personal Assistant), put on some clothes and be ready in 15 minutes”

Now this in itself wasn’t really a novel occurrence. From time to time Goddess demanded i fulfill the role of Her PA at Her office in the city. The protocol was well established. Among the small collection of clothing Goddess keeps for my use there is a modest collection of appropriate clothing for Her office environment.

Descending to the basement i quickly made my way to the small, distant closet where male clothing is kept. I quickly put on a blue Oxford shirt, some dress pants, socks, dressy shoes and a jacket.

A quick but careful examination in the mirror and I was ready to go.

Note that i didn’t mention putting on any underwear.

Goddesses attitude towards clothing on males is ‘the bare minimum and no more’. As She put it to me the first time, the visible clothing are appropriate for a business setting but underwear “don’t add any value” so are not needed.

What i can say about going commando is that i’m made acutely aware of my male package moving around down there, sliding against the soft fabric of the pants. i think it feels even more strange then being nude. i somehow feel even more naked than usual.

Racing back upstairs Goddess was ready to leave and waiting impatiently.

“Take my briefcase”

“I want to take the Merc, get the keys”

With that I scooped up the briefcase and grabbed the keys while scrambling to keep up as She headed for the door to the garage.

I bowed low as i opened the rear car door for Her then carefully but firmly closed it.

i deposited the briefcase in the cars boot and took the wheel.

i merged quickly onto the main highway and sliced through the light Saturday morning traffic. Goddess finds tardiness unacceptable, especially for a business meeting. i kept my eye on on the clock and foot on the gas.

Puling into the parking garage in good time i parked the car in Her reserved spot, exited the vehicle  and bowing low, opened Her door while offering my hand to aid Her exit. i retrieved Her briefcase from the boot and followed behind her towards the lift. We/we exited the lift and entered the electric atmosphere of Her company.

Even on a Saturday there are plenty of people hard at work. Or more correctly i should say plenty of Women hard at work. Countless beautiful Alpha-Women staring at computer terminals, talking on phones, deep in conversation were visible through the sleek glass facade of the reception area. Goddess stopped at the reception desk to briefly touch base with David, the receptionist on duty and one of only a handful of males at the company.

“Denise and Her lawyer Rebecca are waiting for you in the boardroom Ma’am”

“I trust you’ve taken good care of them?

“Yes Ma’am, i made two fresh espresso’s as They requested”

“Good”

Goddess then walked around the reception desk and headed for the conference room with myself in pursuit.

Pausing just before entering the room Goddess turned to me.

“Sit in the corner. I’ll signal if I need you for anything so stay alert. All you need to do is stay quiet and look pretty until then. Think you can manage that?”

“Yes Ma’am”

With that She opened the door and We/we entered. Pleasantries were exchanged between the three Women with Goddess briefly remarking “this is Ethan, my PA” as She waved me off.

Lynette, Goddesses legal council then entered and the Women proceeded to lay out a series of papers on the large conference table.

Goddess addressed the visitors,

“I’m really excited about this opportunity, I’ve been looking to make this sort of investment for a long time and I see huge opportunity for all of us in this business. I think you’ve done an amazing job developing the brand and the business”

Then the striking blond i assumed to be Denise spoke.

“I’m really happy to have you aboard, I’ve worked really hard to grow and develop the business and this capital injection will fuel not only the expansion of the current club but expansion into other markets and into new content like e-books and video production. The market opportunity is almost limitless”

Goddess smiled and said “I’m happy with 20% but You know I would always say yes to more”

“$25 million should get us going on the next phase but We can always revisit this in the future” replied Denise.

The Women proceeded to go over contracts line by line and discuss the minutia of business details.

Sitting silently in the corner i just marveled at these powerful businessWomen in Their natural environment.

Suddenly i noticed Goddess extending Her arm and pointing to the floor next to Her shoe. i knew this to mean “get over here now”.

I quickly moved to stand beside Her precisely where She pointed.

“Would anyone like anything from Starbucks?” She asked.

The Women all approved of this idea and gave me Their orders. Goddess reached into Her briefcase and pulled out Her phone.

“you can use the e-payment thing on my phone, do you know how it works?” She asked me in an almost condescending way.

“Yes Ma’am i do”

Of course i do. i do all the daily shopping for Her home and She doesn’t allow me to handle any cash so everything is done by some type of cashless system. That way She can track my purchases and be sure that i don’t spend any money She isn’t aware off.

Leaving the room with the phone i headed down the corridor towards the lift getting the occasional smile and “hi ethan” from the Women in the office.

Walking outside i was caught a bit by surprise by the cold. Having gone from the the garage to the car to the garage again i realized i only took my suit jacket.

Without even realizing it i soon found myself walking maybe 3-4 meters behind an alluring Female shape. Long raven hair spilling over a dark wool coat. My eyes traced Her shape down to Her firm legs covered in a sheer black stocking with a dark floral pattern on them on down to Her jet black knee high boots. The kind of Women’s boots i always think of as ‘Power Boots’. Sensual with a strong hint of dominance. So very popular among professional Women today. Just watching Her walk i’m entranced by Her hypnotic motion.

I almost didn’t see Her stop for the crosswalk. She began impatiently tapping Her foot waiting for the light. She struck me as a Woman who did not like waiting. Then suddenly She made an unexpected gesture that struck me as one of utter dominance. She kicked her leg sideways giving me a full view of the length of Her leg from the sexy boots past Her sheer stockings to the base of Her coat. Just the way She stood there was so amazing. Posing like a Dominatrix awaiting for Her slave to crawl to Her begging to lick at Her boot.

Some Women just exude power in everything They do. The way They dress, how They carry Themselves, the subtle but knowing gestures They make.

She was obviously such a Woman, She dressed to kill and even a casual observer would notice even if They/they couldn’t quite put a finger on what was just so alluring about Her. A more attuned observer would have little trouble reading the symbolism.

Too soon alas, the light changed and She was gone.

i proceeded to the Starbucks and was soon on my way back to the office.

Arriving back at the boardroom i peaked through the small window by the door to make sure i would not be disturbing the discussion at some critical juncture then quietly entered and silently distributed the order to each respective Woman. They barely seemed to register my presence, being fully engaged in reading through stacks of documents. i was back in my corner chair before Goddess declared it time for a break. The Women rose from their chairs and coffees in hand began to loosen up and engage in some informal conversation.

I noticed Denise looking in my direction. I smiled and She turned Her head and began talking to Goddess. I couldn’t hear anything They were saying but i saw Denise smile broadly and look me over again, then back to talking to Goddess.

A few moments passed then Goddess and Denise approached me.

“Stand ethan”

i did as i was told.

i was expecting to be engaged in some smalltalk but instead Denise simply started looking me over, running Her eyes down the length of my body and back up again without saying anything to me.

After an uncomfortable period of being examined Goddess simply told me to “Turn around”.

i guessed that They weren’t the least bit interested in talking to me and i stood for another seemingly long period with my back turned to Them. i had to assume the tour was continuing behind me.

Then Denise spoke, but not to me. “He looks promising but I’d need to see the whole package before I could decide”

“Turn around ethan”

So again i did.

Denise again looked me over intently and smiled warmly.

“Yes, very promising” was all She said and Goddess again told me to “sit” as the Two Women returned to the table to continue Their meeting.

After another hour or so the Women all signed some papers, shook hands, exchanged warm pleasantries and said good bye.

All four Women left the room leaving me alone and wondering what i had witnessed and why Goddess even wanted me in this meeting. i could have easily waited outside and been summoned when needed as had happened on several other occasions.

What was that strange examination about? Did Goddess tell Denise about the true nature of Our/our relationship? It was all a bit strange.

After about 15 minutes Goddess returned to the boardroom, locking the door behind Her.

Silently She sat in one of the chairs and turned towards me, pointing at the floor in front of Her. This i knew to mean ‘come and kneel’ at Her feet.

i assumed the position and She began to speak.

“ethan, do you remember that time We/we were walking downtown and We/we passed that long line of Women waiting outside a club”

“yes Goddess, You mean outside the male strip club?

“Yes that’s the one”

“You see Denise is the club’s owner. Her business is booming and She has big plans to expand and diversify. Really exciting plans! As you know I started this business with one of its express objectives being to support and invest in Female entrepreneurs like Denise.”

“That little detour of Our/ours wasn’t, I have to admit, an accident. I wanted to get a feel for just how popular Her club is”

“After that I contacted Her to discuss what Her plans were and the possibility of becoming an investor”
“I soon found out that Her revenue is growing by double digits each year and that She has big plans that some additional capital and management expertise could make a reality”

“The fact that Her business involves sexually objectifying men for Women’s entertainment makes this deal that much more irresistible to me”

Standing She grabbed my hair in Her hand and pulled roughly, meaning ‘get up’.

Pressing Her body tightly to mine She breathlessly whispered “I love when My business interests and My personal interests align. That’s what I call synergy” She literally purred as She pressed the open palm of Her hand against the front of my pants.

My cock swelled to meet Her. She ran Her hand along my length making me ever larger, straining to be free. She firmly worked Her fingers around my covered shaft and stroked my balls as i gasped in pleasure.

She held me there feeling my swelling length as She pressed Her lips to mine, parting them with Her probing tongue and invading my mouth.

I could feel my cock contract and a sticky wet slug of pre-cum squeeze out of me, wetting the front of my unprotected pants, a damp circle growing larger each time She pumped me. Lost in Her at that moment i didn’t care. i could sense how turned on She was by all this, the power that comes with wealth, the power over me and now the power over the males in Her newest enterprise. She has always been a Women aroused by Her dominance and today She was feeling very powerful indeed.

Then She whispered in my ear.

“You remember that little fantasy We/we had about you being a stripper?”

Suddenly a realization dawned on me.

“Well you have an audition with Denise next week”

She said as She bit and pulled on my earlobe, my cock twitched in response.

Should i be nervous or excited? i suspected a lot of both.

With that she shot me an evil smile and pulled away.

“It’s time to go”

i tried to protest that i needed a moment, pointing to the still throbbing excitement in my pants and the highly visible wetness.

“Oh baby just cover yourself with the briefcase, it’s not like the Women in this office don’t all know your my bitch anyway”

She replied almost laughing at my very male predicament.


"Just wait 'till put you up on that stage and let the cougars devour you like raw meat!"
She smiled even more and bit Her lower lip in hungry anticipation.