In the Shower Part I (or is it II?)

Earlier i spoke about how much i love the little ritual associated with showering with Goddess. How She will strip me naked and lead me from the bedroom to the shower with a firm grip on by my throbbing erection.

Released from Her grasp i proceed to run the water, getting the temperature just right for Her as She disrobes. Sneaking up on me from behind She wraps Her arms gently around me, grasping and stroking my sex a few more times, just enough to focus all my attention on Her, i turn my head around to kiss Her deeply, intensely.



She enters the stream of hot water, pulling me behind Her. She wets Herself completely as i reach for the bottle of body wash, squirting a large dollop into my hand to pre-warm it for Her as we continue to kiss. my wet pulsing cock just touching and slipping past Her soft tummy.

Ahhhh...


I lather up my hands and proceed to explore Her wet, slippery body, soaping Her up in a lather of bubbles.

i take each of her soft, supple breasts, my hands sliding around them, circling each firm nipple with my thumbs. Overcome with desire I bend to take Her hard nipple in my mouth, sucking ravenously, flicking it hard with my tongue. She lets out a sigh of pleasure. i slide my soapy hands down Her sides, and around to Her lower back, to that little dent just above where the curves of Her behind begin. i adore that little spot. my erection pulses extra hard when i reach there. I remove my hand to cup Her head gently as i kiss Her with passion, deep and wet. She stokes my hard, slippery shaft. i shudder and gasp.

The high shooting through my mind peaks then the fog clears just a little, consciousness returns just enough as my favorite moment arrives.

One that always fills me with that inner glow of submissive anticipation.

i search Her eyes for silent permission and receive that sly little look that says ‘permission granted’.

i descend slowly, my hardness growing ever stronger as my knees reach the shower floor before Her. my face to Her temple of Womanhood.

i just kneel there for a moment, overwhelmed with submissive passion.

I reach up for the bottle of body wash and again fill my hands, working them into a slippery, soapy lather.

i begin by stroking Her behind, my strong hands sliding over Her sculptural figure, then down Her shapely thighs to Her feet.

By now i am bent over before Her, my face almost to Her feet where i feel an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment, a true warmth fills me as i gently, softly wash each one.

So petite, so lovely, i slowly part each toe as She lifts one foot , i massage it, balancing it in my hands as i firmly kneed the tension from Her. She purrs like a kitten as i reach in with my mouth to take a toe, sucking softly, parting each of them with my tongue as i move to the next .

i finish with a gentle kiss of honor and submission upon Her foot.

my head bowed to Her feet. This is where i belong, where i feel such excitement, such contentment.

She allows me to linger there in bliss. i always wonder how powerful and beautiful She must feel seeing a naked man bowed down before Her beauty, at Her feet, worshiping Her as the Goddess She truly is.

She always does a little gesture i adore. She places a foot on the back of my bowed head, pressing down gently as if to literally push me even lower before Her, as if saying there is no place ever low enough for me when in Her presence, a physical yet unspoken message

‘this is your place, your purpose’

Head Turning Beauty on the Street

Driving back to work from lunch today while stopped at a red light my gaze was suddenly alerted to an alluring presence. Coming down the sidewalk was a young 20-something brunette of striking beauty, in a leather jacket, long hair, gently blowing in the wind. I was instantly struck by the self-satisfied smirk that rested on Her lips, a sly smile of superiority. She seemed to be vary aware of Her beauty and its power, literally strutting down the sidewalk.

I did not want Her to see me staring disrespectfully at Her so i averted my eyes as She passed.

That’s when i noticed it. The male driver in the car ahead was turning to look at Her as She walked past, following Her in his rear view mirror. I did the same and noticed the male driver in the car behind me turning to look at Her as well.

i soon realized the cause of Her confident attitude.

She was very aware of the hypnotic effect She had on these men, myself included.

She was beautiful and She knew it.

She wielded it with phenomenal confidence.

Rammstein "Rosenrot"

I like the lyrics of this song very much as they reflect a kind of romantic Female power and control theme.  -EJ A girl saw a little rose It bloomed there in bright heights   She asked her sweetheart if he could fetch it for her She wants it and that's fine   So it was and so it will always be   She wants it and that's the custom   Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still The boy climbs the mountain in torment He doesn't really care about the view   Only the little rose is on his mind   He brings it to his sweetheart She wants it and that's fine   So it was and so it will always be   She wants it and that's the custom   Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water   Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still At his boots, a stone breaks Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore   And a scream lets everyone know   Both are falling to the ground She wants it and that's fine   So it was and so it will always be   She wants it and that's the custom   Whatever she wants she gets Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water Rose-red, oh Rose-red Deep waters don't run still  [1] This song is inspired by and to some extent based upon the poem "Heidenröslein" by Goethe and the story "Schneeweißchen und Rosenrot" from the Brothers Grimm.

25 and under: Next-gen Female entrepreneurs

Fortune profiles some up and coming Female entrepreneurs. Here are some examples from the article. It is wonderful to see these smart, ambitious Women taking on the challenge of starting their own businesses.

-EJ

Tavi Gevinson

Rookie Magazine

Age: 15

Tavi Gevinson is a darling among fashion designers, critics, and long-time readers of her blog, Style Rookie. Gevinson maintains her blog, but now has launched an online publication, Rookie magazine. Gevinson is modest about the venture, but don’t be fooled: After announcing her plans to launch the online mag through her blog, she received 2,900 email submissions to join her writing team within 10 days.

With Rookie, Gevinson says she wants to offer no-nonsense, “honest” content about fashion, feminism, and life issues for girls -- much like Jane Pratt’s Sassy provided a breath of fresh air for feministas in the 1980s and early `90s. Though Pratt is one of Gevinson’s advisors, the young editor chose not to work with Say Media, which publishes Pratt, so she could maintain control of her effort.

The 15 year-old Gevinson is certainly connected; recent Rookie posts include a dramatic first kiss tale by Bridesmaids director Paul Feig, an interview with actress Aubrey Plaza of Parks & Recreation, and guest contributions from Joss Whedon, Zooey Deschanel, Dan Savage, and Jack Black.

What’s next? Gevinson has her sights on showcasing the site’s writing, photography, and illustrations in a semi-annual print issue. Just the same, she is reluctant to call her work at Rookie a job. “It doesn’t feel like a business right now,” she says. Although the site earns revenue from ad sales, neither Gevinson nor her editorial director plan to draw a salary this year. “I get a lot of creative satisfaction out of doing it.”

Jessica Mah

inDinero

Age: 21

InDinero offers small businesses a way to track their finances by inputting their accounts with the attention of a financial advisor, but “completely free of accounting jargon,” as its website promises. This emphasis on providing a service for small businesses without accounting training is at the core of inDinero, says co-founder Jessica Mah.

Mah launched inDinero out of her dorm room at U.C. Berkeley with classmate Andy Su in July 2010, before moving into a house and using its living room as its office (inDinero has its own offices now, but Mah says the two co-founders remain roomies). That September, the company raised $1 million from investors such as YouTube co-founder Jawed Karim and Y Combinator, the famous seed venture fund for tech start-ups.

Today, the company has six employees and over 20,000 businesses using its servers, with over 2.5 million transactions carried out. The company only just began charging for its services: $19.95, $29.95, or $49.95 per month, depending on a company’s amount of transactions. Mah says inDinero plans to “step on the gas pedal” in the next few months, increasing its public profile through social media, search engine marketing, and in-product word-of-mouth (incentivized referrals by customers). Mah estimates that with expanded marketing, inDinero can quickly grow five-fold.

Juliette Brindak

Age: 22

The “Miss O” character has come a long way since a 10-year-old Juliette Brindak first sketched her: Brindak’s book series, Miss O and Friends, has sold several hundred thousand copies, and her website, MissOandFriends.com, boasts a quarter of a million members. Given her site’s success, Brindak says she may be appearing on the small screen soon; she’s in talks to participate in a health and wellness show that targets young girls.

MissOandFriends.com offers an insulated, supportive space for female tweens. Brindak hopes to provide an open atmosphere that boosts its users self-esteem. Ad sales cover the site’s expenses, including the salaries of two full-time employees. The popularity of MissOandFriends has sparked the interest of several potential buyers, and Brindak is not opposed to the idea of an acquisition, with the hopes of bolstering the MissOandFriends brand internationally. Brindak says such a sale could happen as early as 2012.

Krystal Harrell

Create Exposure

Age: 23

Krystal Harrell got her start as an entrepreneur at age 13. Her mother loaned her $20 to start Lucky You Design, which took off when Harrell expanded the clothing company from pajamas to customized apparel and accessories -- she was all of 16 at the time. She sold Lucky You in 2009, and used that funding to start her current venture, Create Exposure, in 2010.

Create Exposure provides marketing research, PR, and design services catered to appeal to young consumers. In Harrell’s hometown of Charlotte, N.C., the company has worked with clients such as SKYY Vodka and the Susan G. Komen for the Cure foundation. Looking ahead, Create Exposure’s team of two in-house staffers and six long-time freelancers is developing online social tools for the Democratic National Convention, which will be held in Charlotte next year.

Harrell is one to keep an eye on not only for her marketing firm, but also because of her interest in camel milk. Working with a female business partner in Karachi, Pakistan, Harrell has developed partnerships with farmers and manufacturers in North Carolina and plans to hit the ground running with her own U.S. camel milk brand when the U.S. Food and Drug Administration approves the product, which Harrell bets will happen in early 2012.

Harrell hopes that her example will show other young women that they can succeed in launching their own businesses. “It’s not rocket science,” Harrell says. “It’s just having tenacity and drive.”

Jessica Scorpio

Getaround

Age: 24

Jessica Scorpio came up with the idea for her car-sharing startup while she was toiling as the youngest (and thus last to start driving) member of the first graduating class at Singularity University, an elite Silicon Valley tech grad school that accepted 40 out of 1,200 applicants that year. She worked with eight classmates on the idea for Getaround there in response to Google’s Larry Page’s challenge for students to come up with an idea that could affect 1 billion people within ten years. Shortly after, Scorpio launched Getaround full time with co-founders Sam Zaid, 32, and Elliot Kroo, 21.

What makes Getaround impressive? The company allows drivers in San Diego and San Francisco to share their cars in an arrangement that Scorpio describes as Airbnb without the security and safety concerns. Unlike ZipCar, which provides a similar service, Getaround users can make money by sharing their cars (some have made up to $10,000.).

Scorpio and her team have impressed former TechCrunch boss Michael Arrington; his CrunchFund was among the investors that contributed a total of $3.4 million in seed funding announced last month.

To make way for expansion, Getaround has pushed for the passage of laws to okay its car-sharing practices under states’ insurance. But Scorpio doesn’t see legislative headaches slowing the company down; she plans for Getaround to go international, and scoffs at naysayers. “Don’t listen to anyone that tells you that you shouldn’t start something.”

Misa Chien

Misa Chien (left) and Jennifer Green

Nom Nom Truck

Age: 25

Nom Nom Truck serves up Banh Mi and other Vietnamese-inspired dishes to customers in Los Angeles and San Francisco. In 2009, Misa Chien started the company with 26-year-old Jennifer Green. Now, the company has grown without outside funding -- a team of 15 operates two trucks in Los Angeles, and seven employees run the truck in San Francisco. And Chien has no issue telling her truckers what to do: Early on, she drove Nom Nom’s first truck for three months and got into a routine of checking the propane, jumpstarting the vehicle, and eating Banh Mi every day.

“In a male dominated industry, you can still excel if you work really hard and follow your dreams,” Chien says, admitting it wasn’t always easy. As one of the final two teams on the Food Network series, The Great Food Truck Race, last year, Chien can take a deep breath. Chien is focused on growth, hinting that Nom Nom “will be taking mobility to the next level, in other ways of mobility besides just the truck.”

She Fuels my Hunger part I

One of the things about my Goddess that has always so excited and tormented me is that from very early on in our relationship She has adopted the tactic of taking me right to the edge of orgasm over and over again only to leave me hanging there, without release, for days, without end. She can be merciless that way.

The first time She tried this on me was shortly after we began dating.

 On Her bed one night.

She slowly removes my shirt, undoing one button at a time, slowly, seductively, while deeply tonguing my mouth. She takes each of my wrists and ties them over my head to the bed with one of the numerous scarfs She keeps lying around.

Bound, She undoes my pants button, slowly pulling my zipper down, running the palm of Her hand across the swelling front of my pants.

“Up” She whispers and i raise my butt as She pulls my pants down and off, tossing them aside.

At this point She stops, sits back on Her heals, just to watch me.

My chest heaving

Sweat covered skin glistening

Wrists bound

My sex straining for release from my over-stretched briefs, growing ever wetter with pre-cum.

She just sits there, surveying my body, smiling wickedly, a flick of Her tongue around oh so red lips.

 Touch me, take me...P..L..E..A..S..E...

Pleading gets me nowhere.

She won’t be rushed, She enjoys the moment too much

Slowly She leans forward.

Touching the wet spot on the stretched fabric near the tip of my cock, She makes a smooth, sticky circle with one finger.

It twitches, i clench my fists, inhaling all the air i can manage.

Again She is on my mouth, our tongues swirling.

She inserts a thumb in each side of my briefs, slowly pulling them away, my ass rises to give Her what She demands.

My cock springs free, fully at attention.

It stands hard, tall, pulsing with each beat of my heart. Glistening pre-cum collecting at the tip, overflowing and oozing down the side.

Again She leans back just to watch.

Sweet desperation.

Have mercy.

She shows none.


i spread my legs further, offering myself to Her completely. Everything here is Hers.



Again She leans forward, the warm soft contours of Her breasts at my face, maddeningly hidden behind Her cut off T-shirt. She rubs the front of Her panties up the length of my shaft, grinding Herself against me, I feel the pre-cum flow, squeezed out with each contraction of my pelvic muscles, each journey of Her Venus mons against the length of my shaft.

On the edge of madness, bound, engulfed by Her scent, Her heat. Madness.

 Reaching down, encircling me with Her warm fist She begins pumping away, my ass rising and falling rhythmically in desperation, fucking Her hand.

A man possessed , with no free-will, only desire, lust, for Her. Desperate for completion, finality, to give Her all that She demands...and more. Anything for completion. Anything.

All pleasure and desperation is in Her hand.

She continues stroking me, taking me to the edge, expertly jerking Her hand loose just as i reach the precipice, leaving me gasping, shaking, a hot rush crashing in my head.

On the edge but never over, never quite enough.

Again Her soft fist encircles me, again She pumps me to the limit, at the edge, teetering at the brink.

One hard stroke, Her slickened hand catching the pulsing, swollen head of my cock as it slides past and She jerks it free.

Again i gasp, tremble, muscles tighten, humping air. The bed frame shakes.

She holds up Her hand, slick with my desperation. It glistens in the soft candle light.

Curling Her ruby lips upward in a simper,  She flicks Her tongue in a faux licking gesture towards Her sticky fingers. She stares into my eyes, demanding a reaction.

i am...transfixed.

Satisfied, She withdraws Her tongue, my sticky wetness untasted.

Remorseless Teasing meets wanton yearning.

Teasing wins, teasing always wins. She always wins.

She smears Her wet fingers across my chest. A shiny, tacky trail marks me as She cleans Herself on my skin.

i am consumed in a blazing inferno of lust for Her.

 i try to beg but can’t make the words.

“What’s that?” She coos

“You want it oh...so...badly, don’t you?

“ye.yessss...oh god yessss...”

“Well i think that’s enough for now, I like keeping you starved and desperate. It makes you so much more passionate. You can wait for it”

“Now it’s My turn”

She slides Her panties off, holding them up for me to see them, damp with lust.

She crawls up over my body, rubbing Herself against me, leaving a trail of Her own wetness across my torso.

She straddles my chest and rises onto Her knees. i can smell Her feminine scent, the flickering candle light catches just a flash of Her wetness. She closes in, placing Her temple just out of reach of my tongue as my mouth struggles to reach out for Her, to taste Her.

She wraps my hands with Hers and deftly slides each of Her legs over my immobilized shoulders, positioning Herself at my face.

“Worship me boy” she purrs in a low moanful voice. Her grip on my fingers tightens.

in desperation i reach out to Her with my tongue, gently parting Her Lips, wet with sticky excitement, Her scent is powerful, Feminine, engulfing. i slide my strong tongue along the length of Her slippery lips, parting them, reaching inside, searching for Her secrets, those maddening, mysterious Feminine secrets which enslave me to Her, which enslave men to Women.

i gather Her nectar on my tongue, licking upwards towards Her swollen bud.

She gasps and moans with exquisite pleasure as i swirl my tongue around it again and again, sucking and licking again and again and again. Her hands tighten their grip on mine.

She begins to grind Herself on my face, smearing me with her slickness, Her heat, making me chase Her clit. I probe Her fully with my extended tongue, sucking hard just to hold on.

The heat, the wetness, the grinding. Insanity and madness.

Again my mouth catches Her, i suck firmly but gently, licking all around Her hard, swollen clit.

I can feel Her building to climax, Her rapid breathing and deep moans. Her wetness flows unabated.

My jaw aches, my tongue stretched beyond all reason, my face coated with Her.

Then it happens. Her body trembles, She screams out as She cums, riding my face with Her sex up and down in sweet completion, grabbing my hair to push my face deep into Her. She rides a cloud down from heaven, looks dreamily into my eyes and collapses onto my chest, spent, full of satisfaction.

i  breathe deeply, relieved and over joyed at giving Her such happiness. Coming down from my own high i finally notice the soreness in my wrists, my aching shoulders, the thick, pungent wetness on my face. i am spent, used, but feeling Her soft warmth as She lies on my chest fills me with a bliss and satisfaction of my own.

She keeps me starved, waiting for next time, or not...

The cock Never Lies

Last night while lying front to back against my Goddess in bed i could not shake my feelings of arousal. Being so close to Her, feeling Her warmth and softness. Her smooth curves always excite me. Automatically i became hard and my cock began to twitch against the firm gentle curves of Her beautiful behind. She began to giggle, “Is that you?” She asked as She reached behind and took my swollen shaft in Her had, pumping it firmly a few times. i gasped, unconsciously releasing a low moan of exquisite pleasure.

“I see you’re awake!” She laughed as She released Her grip and went back to sleep.

i am in Her hands, Always

Leaving me wanting, my heart racing, struggling for self control, sweetly suffering in silence. Another little humiliation.

For a male there is no hiding a Women’s effect on him. His manhood always betrays the state of excitement and arousal She elicits from Him. The cock springs to attention without conscience effort. It cannot be hidden or repressed by him. It responds to its true Owner, She who possesses the power to make it respond without touch.

i always feel an acute sense of embarrassment and shame, in a strangely good way, when betrayed by my cock. The opportunity it gives my Goddess to see and feel Her power over me is one of life’s beautiful moments.

i know She revels in exposing my humiliation.  She often tells me so.

There it is.

There is no hiding from it.

She exposes me completely.

i am naked in body, thought and spirit before Her.

As i should always be.

More Evidence Today's Teen Girls are Smartly Focused on Their Futures

Seems the effectiveness of birth-control among teen Girls is way up. This is yet another example of today's empowered Females taking charge of Their own lives and being able to keep Their eyes on the long-term prize. Effective contraception has to go down in history as one of the most Female-empowering technologies ever developed. Free to control their own reproductive health and sex lives Girls/Women have soared to ever greater levels of accomplishment to the point of leaving males choking on Their dust.

Pretty awesome!

-EJ


“ATLANTA (AP) — More teen girls now use the best kinds of birth control, a new government study says.

About 60 percent of teen girls who have sex use the most effective kinds of contraception, including the pill and patch.

That's up from the mid-90s, when less than half were using the best kinds, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention study found.

The trend in better contraception is helping to drive down the teen birth rate, health officials said.

The CDC released the report Thursday. It's based on a national survey of 2,300 girls ages 15 to 19, conducted in the years 2006 through 2010.

The most effective forms of birth control include the pill, patch, vaginal ring, IUD, the Implanon arm implant and the Depo-Provera contraceptive shot. Using only condoms was deemed just moderately effective.

Why are more teen girls now using hormonal birth control like the pill? Doctors seem to be increasingly comfortable prescribing them to teens, said Crystal Tyler, a CDC epidemiologist who co-authored the new report.

Also, some of them — like the vaginal ring — became available more recently, she said.

The teen birth rate fell 44 percent between 1990 and 2010. Another factor besides better birth control is increasing abstinence. About 43 percent of the girls in the survey said they'd had sex, the new study found. That's down from a similar survey in 1995, when 51 percent of teen girls said they'd had sex.

"We hear a lot of times from teens that 'Everyone's having sex.' But a lot are not," Tyler said.”

Amanda Marcotte of Slate.com Responds to the Newsweek piece

i am posting this in its entirety since it makes a strong rebuttal to that flimsy Newsweek article-
-EJ

“ I  thought Katie Roiphe was attacking a straw-feminist throughout her piece, since by and large, most feminists I know (which are a lot!) are sex-positive and believe that it's a sign of women's growing power that they feel more entitled to seek out what turns them on.

Do I look submissive to you?

All that said, what I found frustrating about the piece is that it's predicated on an assumption that wasn't demonstrated and is absolutely controversial, which is that there's a correlation between increasing levels of power outside of the bedroom and desires for submission in it. Without accepting that premise, her piece really makes no sense, even though she tried to hedge her bets around that concern. The only statistic she cites regarding sexual submission—a Psychology Today estimate that 31 to 57 percent of women have "rape fantasies" (a term that makes me uneasy since these fantasies are rarely about wanting to be tortured and traumatized, making them much different than the fantasies of actual rapists)—just floats there with no frame of reference. Are those numbers higher or lower than in the past? We have no idea; she doesn't say. That kind of statistic-keeping is relatively new, after all.
That said, there is one gauge Roiphe ignores that would threaten her thesis: the romance novel industry. It's peculiar in a piece about the female sexual imagination to completely overlook the most lucrative industry in the country catering to lady fantasies. Of course, looking at the trends in romance publishing suggests two things that weaken Roiphe's argument. In the past, the rape fantasy was the staple of romance novels, which followed a strict formula: nubile virgin, threateningly sexy man, a rape scene where the virgin gets initiated into sexual ecstasies without having to take responsibility for her own choices, and a wedding at the end to make good on all this sexy time. I was hardly an aficionado as a teen, but the formula was so set you could basically skip to the "good parts," and past all that blather about love and social circumstances or whatever was established to make the whole thing seem less pornlike.
What's changed is that women feel less need to apologize for their sexual desires than ever before, thanks to feminism. Therefore, the traditional structure of a romance novel has become out of date. So much of that structure was about making sure that the female lead could in no way be construed as a slut, lest the audience of self-diddlers at home starts to feel a little too guilty about indulging their erotic imagination. That's why heroines couldn't have sexual pasts, why they had to be married off at the end, and most importantly, why the initiation had to be rape, because that meant that the character didn't do something slutty like actually consent to sex. Now, women don't need a lot of not-a-slut reassurance with their porn, and the diversity in fantasies and character types in romance has exploded, especially in terms of female characters taking charge of their own sex lives. Using the trends in romance publishing as a guide, it would seem that the rape fantasy is actually losing popularity as women make gains in the real world.
Not that I put much stock in that one way or another. I think the most fundamental error Roiphe makes is in blurring the distinctions between what turns someone on in their own headspace, what they want from partnered sex, what they want from relationships, and what they want from life. These can all be very different things. Women who enjoy rape fantasies alone may find them repulsive if acted out. And women who want to be spanked in bed often would be deeply hurt if their male partners bossed them around in life. Of course, Roiphe largely ignored that men often have fantasies of submission, or of giving up control of their lives. I'm unconvinced sexual fantasies are that much different from other fantasies. The relationship between the imagination and the personality is far more complex than Roiphe was really allowing. I like horror movies, after all, but it doesn't mean I want to murder someone. I'm unclear why we should be more literal when it comes to sexual fantasies. “

men are Finished?

“At the top of the cognitive pyramid, women are now a majority in our universities, graduate schools of law, business and medicine. And at the bottom, the high-paid jobs men used to hold in construction have vanished with the financial crisis and those in factories have fallen victim to globalization. Men are overrepresented in prisons and in the ranks of the unemployed. And underrepresented in higher education. Project these trends forward for a couple of decade, and the future looks pretty bleak for men.

What do we mean by men are finished?
We'd like you to think of this as the writing on the wall, as the sign that points to an inevitable future. What I mean by that is that in order to win this debate, we don't have to prove that there are no male geniuses, that there's no more male CEOs, that Bill Gates and Steve Jobs are figments of your imagination or that all the men are any minute going to be rounded up and locked up as -- only to be released every once in a while as sex slaves. That would be -- that would be a preposterous standard. Maybe it sounds good to you guys.
But what we do have to prove, and what we will prove is that the world where men dominate the public sphere and where the male traits are the ones that lead to success is the world that we are currently saying goodbye to.

We are living through an unprecedented moment in history where the power dynamics between men and women are shifting very radically. I'll start with the fundamentals. In 2010, for the first time ever, women became the majority of the work force. This is kind of an amazing fact.

As recently as the 1980s, the working woman was such a cool new sociological phenomenon that there were several sitcoms dedicated to her existence, which many of you might remember. Now she is the majority of the work force. If you look back at your professional schools that you guys went to, law school, medical school, accounting, even business schools, you are likely to find that women are the majority of all of those schools. And last year for the first time, women became 54 percent of all American managers.
Now, how are men doing these days? They're doing very, very badly. The annual income of men peaked around 1973, which is just when women started to get going. Right now, one in five men are out of work, which is the highest percentage that's ever existed.
When Larry Summers was recently asked by the New York Times what keeps him up at night, you would think he would have mentioned the healthcare crisis or maybe the many, many gaps he has made over his long career, but he did not mention either of those things. What he mentioned was this one in five ratio which he described as having vast social consequences.”

A Few More Thoughts on D

Reading a few of the comments and thinking a little more about my experiences with D (please see the previous post first if You / you have not read it) i would like to add a few thoughts.

Given all the frustration, struggle and turmoil i went through with D do i regret the experience?

Absolutely not!



As i stated at the end of the previous post even after a year i did not want Her any less. i still found Her as irresistible, inscrutable, intimidating and mind-bending as ever. She occupied my thoughts every day. Even today i still think about Her though i have not seen Her in years.

What did i learn from the experience?

Oh so much!

For the first time i really understood and felt a Woman’s power over me. Certainly in past relationships i played the naturally submissive role but with D, for the first time, i experienced something utterly new and a little frightening. Here was a Women who seemed able to completely read my thoughts and emotions, who challenged everything i said to Her and accepted no compromises, no nonsense. my desires and needs were of no concern to Her. All that mattered were Her needs, Her desires and Her happiness. For Her, males existed for only two real purposes, Her pleasure or amusement and to make Her life easier. If a male did neither or managing Her relationship with him was too much bother then he was gone. There was always another ready and willing to take his place.

It was always clear to me that my thoughts and opinions on most matters were of no concern to Her. Being in Her presence was a privilege and an honour, “boys should be seen and not heard, unless I ask for your opinion” was Her way of playfully putting it.

She was the first Women i remember feeling truly intimidated by. Not physically, of course, but psychologically and intellectually. She could make me flinch just with a sharp cold glance or a stinging verbal rebuke. i could never challenge Her in any effective way, She always seemed to be thinking and speaking several steps ahead of my thoughts, leaving me speechless. Even, on occasion, if i managed to get a word in edge wise She would just cut me off putting me back in quiet mode instantly.

i felt instinctively, deeply submissive towards Her.

And it was amazing and wonderful!

What was Her lasting impact on me?

i always knew i was submissive towards Females but it was D who was the first who truly put me in my proper place and as much as i struggled with that i also loved it and loved Her for treating me that way.

As much as She could hurt me She also made me a complete person who understood fully, for the first time, what made me happy.

In so many ways my life can be divided into two eras, Before D and after D, and i have been far more successful and happy in my post-D relationships. That owes much to what D taught me and allowed me to discover within myself.

For that i thank You, beautiful Goddess, wherever You are.

When She's Got you and She Knows It: Another personal anecdote

About 10 years ago i had a brief, intense relationship with a brainy, leggy blonde who i’ll call D. We met while out for drinks with co-workers and there was an intense chemistry from the start. We kept running into each other and we seemed to really click. One day at work She was complaining that She was having problems with Her computer at home. Since i had been waiting for a chance like this, i jumped in to volunteer to take a look at it for Her, you know, if She wanted me to. She said it would be great. She gave me Her address and i said i would drop by that evening.

Now i have to admit i was more than a little nervous, well nervous and excited, about this. On the one hand i was irresistibly attracted to this 5’8”, thin blonde with long crinkled hair and oh so blue eyes. As if Her stunning beauty was not intimidating enough She was scary smart. She was a statistician with our company and had both undergraduate and graduate degrees in the subject. She was on the career fast track for sure. The fact She was smarter than me was no secret to either of us. i kept wondering if She was just out of my league and if i was misreading the signals from Her.

At the appointed hour i showed up. She answered the door with Her usual sweet smile and asked me to come in. i did pick up that She seemed a little more nervous than usual but then again so was i.  Setting to work it took me only about 20 minutes to it sort out and i was getting ready to leave when She came over to me and placed Her chin on my shoulder from behind, turned Her head slightly and looked right into my eyes with Her piecing baby blues. “We need to talk” She said. “Ok” was about all i could nervously manage to reply and i took a seat while She stood over me. “look Ethan, I find you incredibly attractive”. i filled with joy and told Her i felt the same. She smiled slyly, took me by the hand, and lead me to the couch in the living room. Without a word we began kissing deeply, She caught me by surprise as She began probing my mouth with Her tongue and feeling the swelling excitement in my pants with her hand, applying firm strokes to the front of my jeans.

After about an hour of this intense activity i was sweating, panting and my brain was on cloud nine. Seeming like She was satisfied that my lust for Her was genuine and intense She decided it was time to establish the terms of our relationship. Of course by “the terms” I mean Her terms. She began by telling me that to be in a relationship with Her i had to be useful to Her, by which She meant able to take care of fixing things and doing boring manual tasks “better suited to boys” as She put it.

She also made it clear in no uncertain terms that She did not abide cheating and if i so much as looked at another Women She would consider that cheating. i tried to question Her meaning and if She could possibly be serious but She looked right into my eyes and insisted this was not up for negotiation. i could accept these terms or leave. Of course i was so revved up at that point i probably would have agreed to anything. She knew this and tried to cut through the cloud of swirling hormones in my mind. “I know you are only saying yes right now because you want me, but I’m totally serious about this, you understand that right?” Again i agreed.

Then She gave me a warning i did not at first fully understand, saying “you know, I date a lot and I change my mind a lot, maybe in a few months I won’t feel the same way about you that I feel now. You’ll have to accept that ok...OK?”

Not really knowing what that meant, only that it soundly vaguely like a threat to dump me if i did not measure up, i agreed.

Satisfied for now we returned to our previous passionate activity and time flew by. At the end of the evening i collected what was left of my mind and made my way home.

What had i gotten myself into i wondered? Could She really be as strict as that? i hadn’t noticed that D was overtly dominant before but She definitely had a confidence about Her to which i responded strongly. Now i was beginning to see that dominant might be closer to the truth. She had weaved a web into which i fell and was only too happy to do so. But now what? She definitely had a way of making me feel both incredibly turned on yet hopelessly insecure at the same time.

One thing D was unbelievably skilled at was teasing me. She could throw a sly, knowing look my way and leave me totally flustered. Walking amongst a group of co-workers to a bar one evening after work She was sure to make us fall behind the group just so She could grab and feel my ass. She would always laugh sweetly when She saw my reactions. She just gave me that look, the one that says you’re mine, i know you’re mine and I can have you anytime I want. It was true but the fact that She knew it so completely gave Her such a sense of power and confidence in Her interactions with me.

Our relationship was totally out of balance. She had me completely in such a state of lust and insecurity that She could exploit and control me without mercy.

And She did just that.

All throughout our relationship one of the greatest problems i was having was the feeling that no matter how hard i tried it was never good enough for Her. my efforts were always made to feel insufficient. Even worse i was made to feel that She never trusted me though i gave Her no reason to ever feel that way.

As one who reads this blog You/you can appreciate that i have no problem accepting the submissive, secondary role in a relationship with a Woman, in fact i consider this natural and right. It was not the inequality that did not work in my relationship with D but the fact that She seemed to demand my lust, my physical labours, my tribute, my time and my energy but upon taking everything from me She proclaimed She wanted something else. She demanded the Sun but upon receipt proclaimed that in fact it was the Moon that She really wanted.

Even that, as much as i struggled with it, did nothing to diminish the aching in my heart for Her, so completely did She own me.

Then one day it was over. Declaring “we need to talk” She told me , gently but directly that She had changed Her mind, as She had warned me could happen. i was dismissed though She insisted She still cared deeply for me.

i was completely devastated.

I did not see Her again for a couple of months. By then She had moved on to Her next victim, well perhaps that’s too harsh, lets say plaything. At a company party I saw them together acting flirtatiously as we once did. That was pretty painful to watch but what was truly devastating was that during a break in Her flirting with him She saw me across the room and She gave me the look! That ‘I know you still want me’ glance, the sly smile and flirting eyes, only this time it was unmistakably a I know how badly you want me but too bad for you look.

Ouch, talk about a knife in my heart. I just could not figure out why? Why did She want to hurt me like that? I was never mean to Her in any way, i gave everything to make Her happy and there was no anger in our parting, hurt yes, but not anger.

I did not get a chance to ask her why that night. I would occasionally run into Her at work but it was always the same pattern. If She was alone She would completely ignore me, like we were strangers. If on the other hand there were other people around She would never pass up a chance to deliver a stinging, flirty glance.

She could shatter my soul in or out of a relationship.

For a whole year we did not speak to each other, just ignoring each other or exchanging the look. Then one evening as I was unlocking my car She approached me from the other side and tried to start up a conversation by asking how I was. What i was, was a bit incredulous. i could not resist asking Her,

“Are you angry with me?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well it’s obvious You’re trying to hurt me for some reason”

“Really, How?” a slight smile on Her face

“You know, the way you look at me”

“Well yeah ok”

“Why do You do that?”

“Oh I do that with all the boys. I know you still want me, you all do.Ya know, I just like hurting guys that way, it’s nothing personal, I like hurting you the same way I like hurting all the others, get over it, or not, I don’t care”


She was right, i still wanted Her so badly at that moment but Her answer left me as lost as ever.

Woman Becomes the man; The "Popularity" of Female Submission

i had to laugh when reading the recent Newsweek article on the popularity of Female oriented “rape fantasy” (ick) lit. The first thought i was struck with is how it used to be that male desire for sexual submission was explained as a desire to escape the stresses of daily responsibilities. Seems like now with the rise of Women with economic power and education it’s the girls who are now being analyzed in the same way. Is this ironic or just a total lack of imagination on the part of mainstream media? Funny how the article never once makes the same comparison that i just did but simply gives in to the notion that Women, as always, really want a man to dominate them.

Now i have no doubt that Women can have submissive fantasies and that some may even be submissive. However i have never known a Women who was truly submissive towards males. They sometimes think and act in ways they think will make a man happy, making him a favourite meal or dressing sexily, but at the end of the day She still expects the man to be loyal and obedient towards Her. In reality doing things to make him happy is really just another way for Her to gain power and influence over Him.

It is also true that sometimes a Women wants a man to take charge in the bedroom. In reality i feel what this really means is give Me all your sexual energy, pleasure me completely and you do all the work. In reality even this is really just another way of driving a males addiction to Her while She is still getting what She wants from him. Who really is in control when that happens? After all She is the one who has allowed him to give himself completely Her. She wants to just lie back and enjoy his physical, emotional and sexual energy. Nothing happens without Her permission and the male knows it and can’t resist it.

So do Women occasionally want a man to do all the work while She just relaxes and enjoys it? Sure, sometimes this happens but don’t confuse this occasional behavior with inherent submissiveness. It is no more realistic than saying that the popularity of a piece of pop culture should suggest that Women are naturally submissive towards men.

This is nonsense. Sure Women are complex and multidimensional, but naturally submissive? Not from what i have seen.