In Emmas Service Part 2

i know. i know it been ages since the last posting. Summertime is always peak activity and travel season for Goddess so blogging time is sacrificed on the alter of She Who Must Be Obeyed!

Anyway back to our regular programming....

PART 2

Invisible to us, but not to Her i recalled the presence of numerous cameras around the property which allow Her to survey us at any time. She had these installed at Goddesses suggestion so that no  male property of Hers would ever be beyond the instantaneous gaze of its/their Keeper. As such i remain ever vigilant in the knowledge that She could be watching at any and all times, thus no slackening or indiscretion would escape notice and potential correction. No male in the Coven can ever expect any privacy, which remained at all times the preserve of Mistresses only.

“You know that there are camera’s everywhere here, right?”

he looked at me a little surprised, then gazed around at the sleek, ultramodern kitchen, towards the living area with its thick luxuriant carpeting, rich Italian leather furniture and ‘nothing subtle about it’ Feminist modern art pieces. he seemed to puzzle over the massive flat screen and examine the recessed lighting fixtures before meekly responding...

“really!?”

“Yes, you’re on camera at all times and being recorded. Don’t ever think for a second that you’re beyond Her reach”

He just nodded, and swallowed hard at this apparently new information while i hoped i hadn’t overstepped in providing it.

“Anyway enough about that, we’ve got a massive amount of work to get done so lets get to it”


And so began another day of unrelenting toil for Mistress Emma. The only difference this time being that i had a workmate and protege to guide through the process.

All day we worked our way room by room through the household. i showed him how to scrub each kitchen tile individually, how to get down close to the floor to inspect the work, how to not allow even the slightest smudge to remain. Polish each one to an absolute shine, tile by tile by tile. How to carefully inspect every corner and crevice of the kitchen to wipe away dust and dirt from even the most obscure location. To take pride in knowing that even spaces She may never look at are nonetheless polished to Her standards of perfection.

Through the day and in every room it continued. i showed him how to properly use the settings and tools of the vacuum machine for each surface, how to get up high on a step ladder to clean each light fixture and upper molding. How to clear, clean and repack each closet.

Along the way we chatted and learned about each others story while we worked away intently.

i learned that the Coven had created a list of approved candidate males for potential service and he had been selected by Mistress Emma from that exclusive list. Even tough he had only been with Her for two weeks he had begun the process of becoming a candidate for service more than a year ago. he had responded to an advert and submitted the required documentation, photos, measurements and a questionnaire before being selected to go through three rounds of interviews before even meeting Emma.

I told him about my Goddess and how i’d come to be loaned out to his Mistress and all about the club and how i had met Emma.

he seemed really interested in the club and i could certainly see how he’d be a good fit there, given his superb physique and generous endowment, features that no doubt would make him prized eye-candy.

we continued chatting away as we worked and becoming more comfortable with each other, the questioning became more personal.

Tentatively he asked,

“how long have you known?”

i looked at him puzzlingly, “known what?”

“sorry, i mean how long have you known about Women, err,  you know, understood how powerful They are, ah, how They can just wrap you around your finger and bend you to Their will and how thrilling it is...”

By this time he was almost panting in delirium at all the thoughts swirling in his Emma soaked brain.

Yet his question was a fundamental and serious one that maybe males don’t discuss enough among themselves in a forthright and honest way. we have the strength to confess our feelings to our Goddesses but can still seem to engage in egotistical posing when among our own kind. One clear benefit of this lifestyle certainly for males is that by being reduced to our natural servile state by our Goddesses systematic dismantling of male ego and pride we not only become highly tuned servants of our Keepers but also are able to lead a life of honesty. Seeing our fellow males at the feet of these majestic Goddesses is the purest form of male equality. we are all equally submissive, obedient, and worshipful of Womenkind. All men are truly equal in this Gynarchic realm, equally subservient to Women. All traces of male violence, aggression, and laziness are extinguished as all of our physical strengths are focused on the adoration of, and service to, our Goddesses. we are at peace, having found our true purpose, the eternal glorification of all that is Feminine.

So i collected my thoughts and began.

“well in junior high i was pretty competitive and aggressive. One year i began to notice that the Girls were constantly getting the best grades on exams and in particular there was a small group of Girls who constantly outscored me no matter how hard I tried to compete. Not only that, I was becoming confused, i badly wanted to beat Their test scores yet at the same time i was finding Them ever more bewitching.

One Girl in particular, Karen, lived near my house. Each day after school i would hang back just enough so that i could walk some distance behind Her on the way home. Karen had the most spectacular curves and filled Her tight jeans such that just watching Her from behind as She walked was utterly hypnotizing. i wasn’t the only boy who had taken to this habit either, Karen had a whole pack of drooling males following Her home every day, She became all we could talk about when together.

And She knew it!

Karen was intelligent, perceptive and utterly beautiful, in that way that totally disarms males.

One day Karen suddenly stopped on Her route home and to my surprise, shock, and embarrassment, waited for me to catch up to Her.

Upon coming along side She beckoned me to stop and without saying a word simply dumped Her heavy textbooks into my arms and continued walking towards Her home. Without any resistance or even giving a thought to any resistance i scrambled to catch up. We/we walked up the steps to Her front door, She took Her books from me, gave a slight approving smile and was gone.

i stood there on the front step to Her house in a state of shock. Clearly Karen was fully aware of all the boys that breathlessly watched Her every day, aware of the pack following in Her sublime wake. Not only was She aware, She  seemed to now revel in Her newfound powers over these helpless boys and was beginning to experiment with ways to assert those powers.

She had decided to exploit one for Her own benefit, to test just how far a male could be pushed down beneath Her. i became Her new toy to play and experiment with.

This swelling realization was matched by the swelling in my pants.

i was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation, pride and confusion. This precocious young Goddess, who i tried to so hard to compete with academically  while trying to mask my irresistible attraction for Her had in a flash stripped away all the pretences of my male ego, exposing the naked truth of my feelings and desires, however conflicted they may have been initially.

A little flirtatious flicker from Her shimmering eyes and a sly smile from the soft full lips was all it took to reduce this cock-sure male to a confused, horny, and utterly submissive servant.

i soon noticed that other Girls began employing similar displays of Feminine power against other boys, and the males soon became packs of dogs fighting each other for the attention of different Girls. In the span of a single school year the social order was upended.

The Girls, who were superstars and leaders in the classroom, became Goddesses in the schoolyard. Up until that year the Girls and boys were in many ways similar and quasi-equal. Then in the blink of an eye all pretense of that equality was swept aside.

Not only that but male unity was completely shattered.

Like many of the boys i shifted my energies away from studying math and literature to studying Women. i became intently aware that there was now a kind of all out war among the boys as we struggled for attention from the Girls. It wasn’t about sex per se, as we were only beginning to understand what that meant, but there was a kind of sexual power at play for the first time, and it became clear that the Girls had the real power here. Hormone enraged boys suddenly found themselves driven by all manner of thoughts, feelings, and impulses that we couldn’t comprehend, other than knowing that all things Feminine were now irresistible and all consuming.

It was also around this time that i began to have powerful sexual fantasies and began masturbating for the first time. My fantasies were always FemDom in nature. My favourite involved me being taken captive by Female slave traders and brought to an island nation ruled by beautiful Women who kept males as slaves, collared, chained, and whipped slaves.

i remember my first orgasm to one of these fantasies. i had no idea what hit me!

i was shocked and ashamed at the idea that Females suddenly had such power over my thoughts and actions. i just couldn’t get Them out of my mind. Between the porn, pin up models, and the suddenly beguiling young Goddesses that surrounded us each day i became overwhelmed with submissive desires towards Them.

i even remember a few teachers having to gently and awkwardly admonish some of the Girls for being too aggressive and teasing.

my relationship with Karen evolved. At first i was just her silent male servant, carrying Her books or doing other menial tasks upon request, We/we soon however began to converse at length. At first it was just about school work, comparing test scores, where She seemed to enjoy learning that She’s out scored me by 15-20 points on the latest exam, “do you even try?”, She asked, if only She knew how hard i did and still couldn’t compete with Her. Some times we would just gossip about teachers while at other times She would ask my opinion about Her latest outfit, i’m sure trying to gauge its impact of male attention.

Inevitably the time we spent together meant not just conversation and deep discussion but Karen dictating to me some task She needed doing. These seemed to be endless, as if She was testing just how far She could go in getting work out of me. Of course She found there were virtually no limits, She would joke about that in softly humiliating put downs that only fueled my submissiveness.

Soon She was asking me to go shopping with Her. i would wait dutifully outside the changing room for this curvy Goddess to emerge in some too-damn-cute for words outfit. She would gauge my reaction (confused incoherent mumblings became a reliable measure of an outfits ‘hotness’).

Each time She made Her purchases She gave me a slightly bossy look that said ‘take these’, and i would scoop up the bags. It wasn’t unusual to find me on a Saturday at the mall carrying 7 or 8 bags from various Womens clothing stores while Karen just carried a small purse. It also wasn’t unusual for my male friends to run into Us/us at the mall and give me mocking looks. i became known as Karen’s ‘bitch’ but in reality they would give anything to change places with me. It was me who spent all this time with this bewitching Goddess, who made Her happy, allowed Her to explore Her Feminine powers, grow into a confident young Women assured of Her ability to manage and exploit males. For me it was an incredible opportunity to fulfill my submissive desires beyond just fantasy.

Those guys were beyond jealous and would change places with me the instant Karen a beckoned with a slight gesture of a lacquered tipped finger in their direction.

One thing i learned from Karen is that modern Girls won’t put themselves in a position of having a male have any sort of leverage over them. Karen worked a part time job, had Her own cash and never once allowed me to spend anything on Her. She liked to make a point of showing off how much cash She had.

In reality we were all Karen’s ‘bitches’, only i was Her chosen ‘bitch’

From there i recounted all the intoxicating, beautiful and powerful Women Who had come into my life and my thoughts about each.

“It was always obvious to me, really, just how powerful, intelligent, beautiful and majestic Women are”, “I’ve always craved serving Them, and have been irresistibly drawn to them”.

“The more powerful , confident and assertive They are the stronger the my urge to surrender myself into Their service”.

“Thankfully Women have been advancing so fast in society that more and more of Them don’t feel the need to hide Their superiority, in fact They celebrate it. With men, it’s the inverse. The more power Women take in society the more the natural male desire to submit and worship Women is comes out”.

“If i didn’t have the life i have now i’d be lost, totally desolate. All my life i’ve known that i only exist to serve Women, it’s all i want to do, i’ve built my whole being around that principle”

“ i assume you feel the same, right?”

Slowly he begins to loosen his mouth and thoughts.

“Ye...yeah, absolutely”

“i’m amazed at how common these thoughts and fantasies are among guys. we are always looking for an Alpha-Female to rule over us. i remember the first time i asked a pretty Girl if i could kiss Her. She was so irresistible to me and like you said, She drove me mad with desire. As i struggled to form the words i developed a raging erection in my pants and pre-cum wetted my underwear. At that moment i felt so exposed, so naked emotionally before Her. Just allowing this adorable creature to know how much She occupied my thoughts, how She had come, through no real actions of Her own, to soak my mind in desire for Her.

When She smiled approving at my request i just melted. She looked so...so what’s the word for it..victorious, like She had just discovered some new found power over me and was curious and eager to test it out.  i felt like i was descending into submission to Her and was wildly turned on by it.

It was like a hot wind blew through the room and when Our/our lips touched it was electric. In that moment i felt as if i was surrendering myself completely to Her beauty. i understood there and then that that’s what males did, surrender to Female beauty, we just don’t have any defense against such a powerful, mysterious thing.

i was drowning in submission to Her at that moment, my deepest thoughts exposed, my body reacting automatically to Her touch, Her soft curves, Her heat and sexual energy. i was engulfed by a wild desire to taste Her, to taste the essence of this thing She possessed that intoxicated my mind in a cloud of lust and confusion.

There was no way i could ever see Women as anything other that Goddesses to be worshiped from then on.

In school it was, like you said, kind of a hopeless quest to compete with the Girls. i got used to B and C grades so I focused on sports, weights, swimming, thinking that if i couldn’t get a Girls attention with my brains then i’d better find another way. So i became obsessed with becoming the perfect piece of male beefcake. My whole motivation was not simply to attract Female attention but for Them to enjoy what They saw. i don’t mean for that to sound egotistical i just wanted Their attention so desperately and i wanted them to gain pleasure from They saw in me.

And They sure did. i became arm-candy for lots of beautiful, hyper smart Girls who weren’t looking for a long term relationship but just some fun, someone with which They could confidently express Their sexual freedoms and, like you said, experiment with. i think i developed a reputation as a gentleman. A guy who a pretty, confident, Alpha-Girl could showoff as Her trophy boy who was also willing to accept the secondary role in a relationship, who could be comfortably bossed around and was compliant with Her expectations. Being treated as a sex-object, a commodity, a prized possession, wasn’t something i ran away from, in fact it was the whole point. i actually loved it, the humiliating little put downs, i came to crave being called a ’stud-muffin’, or a ’boy-toy’. i know the Girls who made such comments were trying to demean and humiliate me while at the same time i also took it to be Them expressing what They felt was Their superior status. Instead of pushing back against this attitude and comments i simply kept silent or just smiled, signalling that i not only accepted the reality of what They thought, i encouraged them to think and act that way towards me.

i soon became a kind of accessory member of a clique of ambitious Alpha-Girls, not so much a member so much as Their group boy-toy / fashion accessory.

Sometimes i would be a date for a member of the group, which is where I first learned just how possessive Girls can be with what they view as Theirs. One Girl, Denise, and i were exclusive for many months and She made it clear in no uncertain terms that i couldn’t so much as talk to another Girl.

One day i found myself chatting with Lynette, another cute Girl in the group, and Our/our conversation was getting ever more flirtatious when suddenly Denise arrived in the scene like a banshee.

She grabbed my shoulder and literally pulled me away from Lynette, step walked me back against the distant wall, stabbed a sharply manicured finger into my chest and with the iciest expression told me to “SHUT UP! and stay right here”

Needless to say i didn’t say a word or move a step as i watched Denise return to Lynette for what looked like a very uncomfortable exchange after which Lynette slinked away and Denise turned Her wrath back to me. Strutting up to me She gripped the front of my shirt with one hand and pulled me after Her all the way to Her car. We sat in tense silence on the drive back to Her place.

Shutting off the motor She just shot me a look that i instantly knew meant ‘open the door for me’. i instantly jumped out of the car and bolted around the other side, opening the door and offering Denise my hand to assist Her. She moved past me so quickly i scrambled to catch up to Her as She clicked rapidly towards Her apartment door.

By this time we realized that all this reminiscing was  distracting us from our work. The clock was ticking and we still had a lot of ground to cover before the Goddesses returned....