Recently Goddess engaged me in a discussion about the surging #metoo movement. She was curious about my thoughts, as an overt male submissive and avowed Female Supremacist, on this important issue.
my first and obvious reaction was that i found the behavior of so many prominent males disgusting. It is beyond me how men of such wealth, privilege and power could be so abusive and misogynistic. It really is beyond my ability to grasp.
my second thought was of just how quickly this became a major social phenomenon. Not so long ago these types of incidents were covered up, the victims ignored, intimidated and ostracized. Today, and i believe it reflects the ever growing power and influence of Women, Women are standing up and fighting back. They refuse to be ashamed and have turned the tables on Their male abusers.
Also remarkable has been the reaction of the large organizations that sheltered these famous males. For the most part the organizations have shunned, fired and cast out these men. No longer is so-called 'male privilege' holding firm.
Once again we see that society is changing and Women are asserting themselves. Hopefully having so many prominent positions vacated by males will result in these same organizations being compelled to replace them with Women. This way Women's views and voices will be heard and become the norm for discourse across many more fields. This perhaps is the most positive potential outcome (hopefully.)
Perhaps these vile acts, so symptomatic of patriarchy will end up contributing to it's inevitable downfall.
Goddess pressed me further however. She demanded to know if i had ever acted in an inappropriate way towards Women. This forced me to rack my memory, to demand of myself an accounting.
Truth be told i could only think of a single time i felt some shame with regards to my own actions. i recalled to Goddess a time in university when i began dating an adorable Girl named Becky. i recalled being with Her at my apartment. i was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss Her and to take the initiative in the early stages of a new relationship (i know how laughable that sounds now.)
i found myself sporting an uncontrolled erection in my pants and could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs. i wanted desperately to touch Her.
So i asked Becky if it would be OK if I kissed Her?
She smiled and nodded rather sheepishly so I moved in and kissed Her. A gentle soft kiss which She reciprocated.
i know You/you may be thinking that this was nothing of significance. i asked for and received permission to kiss Her. i held absolutely no power or influence over Her, no ability to coerce Her in any way. If She had refused i would have been disappointed but accepting of Her decision.
Yet i detected afterward that i had made her uncomfortable. i'm ashamed that i ignored that feeling, that i didn't wait for the moment to be right for Her.
Having confessed this to Goddess, She acknowledged that it was a minor infraction but nonetheless unacceptable.
"you do at least understand what you did wrong?"
"yes Goddess"
"Even so you will be punished, you understand that right?"
"yes Goddess"
"Assume the position" She ordered calmly but firmly.
On command I stood up, walked to the center of the living room and locked my hands behind my head.
Goddess retrieved one of Her short riding crops from the bin by the fireplace and approached me.
"Even minor indiscretions against Someone I've never met are unacceptable. Understood?
"yes Goddess"
"There isn't any statute of limitations for disrespecting a Woman. Is that clear?"
"yes Goddess"
"Good. I'm going to beat you ten times. you can count them out and i expect you to thank Me for each"
"yes Goddess, thank you Goddess"
With that She circled behind me and as ordered, with each sharp, searing crack across my upper back or buttocks a count was given and a genuine "thank you Goddess!" expressed.
Satisfied, Goddess pressed the end of the nasty black implement against my abs.
"If you like kissing so much you can kiss
this"
Hands locked firmly behind my head i bowed to Goddess and planted my lips upon the cruel riding crop, kissing it until Goddess decided it was enough.
" Go kneel in the corner and think about what you did"
With that i dropped to my knees, kissed Goddesses foot and crawled to the corner, facing the wall on my knees, hands clasped behind my head (i'm well versed in the procedure) and did just that.
Thinking about what i had done but more broadly about the root of misogyny. Where does it come from?
my mind drifted back to junior high and one year in particular. It was the year many of the boys in class hit puberty. Many of the Girls already having acquired truly Feminine form the previous year.
Now suddenly life started to become miserable for the Girls. roving packs of hormone fueled boys began to target Girls for what was called 'goosing.'
This involved approaching a Girl and tapping or touching Her between the legs on the front of Her jeans, pants or skirt.
It was aggressive and disrespectful. A successful attack was followed by shrieks and male laughter. The Girls soon adapted and fought back however. They began walking in groups and met an attack with a collective counter-response. Isolating and attacking the male, physically hitting him and verbally shaming them. This was followed by a crackdown by teachers. The 'wolf packs' were eventually brought to heel.
Personally i never engaged in this behavior. In fact i came to the Girls defense on occasion and discouraged this behavior among my male friends.
The Girls did take notice of this and developed trust and friendship with me that didn't impress the other boys but became a valuable experience for me.
The Girls did have the last laugh in the end. Not only did They disrupt the 'wolf packs' and put an end to the goosing, They soon gained the upper hand.
This i realized one day when looking out my window i noticed something odd. Kelly-Anne, a cute girl who lived across the street from me was standing on the top of the steps to Her house. Below Her in the driveway milling about were four boys from my class. Curious i decided to go see what was going on.
When i arrived i realized i was walking into a scene rife with tension. The boys were jostling physically and engaging in verbal one-up-man-ship each vying for Kelly-Anne's attention. A pack of rutting males who didn't even seem to understand exactly why they were behaving in such a ridiculous way, embarrassing themselves just so Kelly-Anne might show them the slightest bit of attention or a positive gesture. Yet there She remained, literally above it all free to pass judgement, withdraw or dispense the slightest favors these hungry males were so eager to lap up.
It was pathetic yet utterly natural. A raw demonstration of awakening Female sexual power and the helplessness males feel towards it. Suddenly Girls you never noticed before become the epicenter of our thoughts and imagination. our bodies respond uncontrollably to them. our lives become driven by seeking their approval.
We become helpless and desperate. we are no longer masters of our domain, merely pawns in a world of Queens. we plaster our bedroom walls with bikini posters in worship, stare endlessly at porn, masturbate continuously in a quest to douse the unquenchable fire but it only makes us want Them more.
we are hopeless.
Part of me feels that the inability of some males to reconcile with Female Power is at the root of misogyny. If these men become powerful and influential perhaps they think this provides them with a form of counterbalancing power. They engage in abusive behavior they think of as getting revenge mixed with sexual satisfaction, thus putting the Female in Her place.
In the end they lose everything. Careers, influence and worst of all the respect of Women.
What they refuse to understand is that the rightful place of Women is over and above them. Women are to be served and worshiped. This is the way mother nature intended, We/we are hardwired by evolution to be this way. To deny this is unnatural, destructive and ultimately catastrophic.
If only they had learned that lesson way back when. The lies and macho posturing the patriarchy tries to brainwash males with are powerful but ultimately just that, lies and utterly unnatural ones at that.
On your knees boy! That's where you really belong. Listen to yourself. You know it's true.
Kneeling in the corner in thought post punishment is a rather effective method indeed.
