They now have a name : Cougarettes

i like it, cute and evocative. A follow on to an earlier post. Seems Hollywood's young Female stars are all in on the dating younger guys trend.

"Taylor Swift and Conor Kennedy

Age difference: 4 years, 6 months, 19 days

Taylor Swift knows something about teenage angst—she once sang about high school love with the line, “When you’re 15…” Now Swift is 22, and she’s dating someone who is 18, Conor Kennedy. Just a few months ago, she was said to be interested in another 18-year-old: Conor’s cousin Patrick Schwarzenegger. She’s among a class of 20-something starlets—from Carey Mulligan to Selena Gomez—who seem to prefer younger men


Although she’s only 22, Swift has already been in (and written about) a lifetime of high-profile romances, including her time with John Mayer. But several of her boyfriends have been significantly younger than Swift. Taylor Lautner, her 2009 beau, was almost three years her junior, prompting one blog to ask: “Should a 17-Year-Old Date a 20-Year-Old?”. This summer, she started courting Kennedy scion Conor, when he was 17, according to several reports. “We’re told Conor’s cousins would accompany them on dates, but the family insisted they wait until after he turned 18 to come out as a couple,” reported Page Six. How serious is this love story? Now that Connor is 18, Swift has supposedly purchased a $4.9 million house in Hyannis Port, Mass., across the street from her new teenage man’s family property."

Confession

my weakness

On the weekend i made a trip to a well known big box retailer to pick up some supplies desired by Goddess. Working my way down the coffee section i picked up Her favorite espresso beans and turned to put the package in the cart when my gaze instantly locked to a pair of the deepest bluest eyes i have ever seen. She stared right at me and i at Her for an instant before i caught my myself and looked away. The baby blues were those of a gorgeous twenty-something  beauty with the most adorable face, high cheekbones, full lips, long chestnut hair flowing down over Her shoulders, her body lithe. Sculptural.  As She sauntered past me, a sly smile on Her lips. She had caught me staring, no doubt about it. i let Her get some distance between us, hoping to put my embarrassment  as far away from Her as possible. But She walked slowly down the aisle giving me a glorious view of Her toned, tanned legs that rose into a frilly white summer dress just concealing a magnificent behind. Bouncing as She moved. Her strut completely hypnotic. She seemed to walk slowly, deliberately in front of me, forcing me to watch Her from behind, such was Her power. Then i noticed it. i was getting hard, i couldn’t help it. Right there in the coffee aisle i was sporting a full-on erection, only held in check by my jeans. I tried to hide my shame by turning to the shelf and pretending to examine something until i could get my cock back down.

Its crazy a Woman’s power.

Now you may be wondering why i can relate this little anecdote when as I said before, Goddess reviews all of these posts. Well one of the little rituals She has for me is a weekly confession time wherein i am given a chance to divulge any such transgressions and She acts as judge, jury and administrator of any discipline or punishment She may feel is warranted.

In this case it was warranted.

When confession time approached Goddess changed into something sexy and comfortable, in this case a white sheer neglige that made it quite clear that was (almost) all She was wearing. She gave me a come hither look and crooked  Her finger commanding me to follow Her to our special room. Now this particular room may not seem special to the uninformed eye as it is basically empty except for a comfortable chair placed in the corner. There are however some rules that have been established for this one room in Her home. These are quite simple actually. At the entrance to the room i am always to remove all clothing before proceeding past the threshold as i dutifully did on this occasion, leaving everything neatly folded at the entrance. I then proceed to move the chair from the corner and place it in the center of the room as Goddess takes a seat, sitting comfortably upon the chair, elegantly crossing Her toned, tanned legs. On this night i immediately notice the gold anklet sitting gently just above Her elegant ankle. She knows full well what that does to me. my cock begins to pulse instinctively, my breathing becomes more rapid.

With a single finger She points at the floor and i obey Her unspoken command and sink slowly to my knees before Her, falling into subspace as my body descends. i place my hands behind me at the small of my back. i always find this act irresistibly erotic and it fills me completely with submissive desires. My manhood now fully at attention, throbbing strongly, rising high as i fall so low. my head bowed, i am entranced by Her, the glittering anklet seizing my gaze.

For what seems like an eternity We/we stay there. i on my knees before Her, aching cock throbbing, She resting comfortably, just taking it all in. Then when She’s ready the silence is broken.

“Confession time Ethan”

With that i relate the tale of my shopping indiscretion in all its detail just as i wrote above...

Again silence.

Then She moves forward, placing Her soft, feminine hand below my chin, pushing it up until our eyes meet. i instinctively try to look away but She grasps my chin between two fingers and forces Her gaze upon me. Looking through me completely, that all-knowing stare i know so well. She clearly does not seem pleased.

She edges closer, and releases Her grip. Leaning down ever so slightly i feel Her warm hand encircle my nutsac then without warning She tightens Her grasp and pulls downward. I gasp and moan from the pain but She maintains a tight grip. i lean forward trying to relieve the pressure but with Her other hand She grasps a fistful of my hair,

“Don’t make a move, don’t even think about it”

An uncomfortable silence fills the space between us.

“Whose balls are these?” She asks, tightening Her grasp just a little more for emphasis.

“Yours Goddess, of course...Yours” i struggle to answer Her demand.

“Say it again”

“my balls are Yours Goddess”

“That’s right!”

Releasing Her grip on my hair Her other hand grasps the base of my cock, now deflated somewhat by the pain from my balls.

She begins to pump Her fist around my shaft, re-inflating me. i feel a warm stream of pre-cum follow each stroke, oozing out, stickily coating my shaft, Her hand and forming a growing shiny pool below me on the hardwood floor. my rampant erection returns. Pumping me slowly but firmly She edges me once...twice...three times, my frame shudders each time She jerks Her slick fist from my cock head.

i gasp, struggling for breath, for control, as She takes a firm grasp of my pulsing rod and holds it.

“And your cock? Who owns this?”, again She tightens Her grip, my blood struggling to pulse through Her tight fist.

“my cock belongs to you Goddess, all of me is yours”

“Right again boy?”

With that She rises from Her chair to stand over me. A swift kick urges me to quickly spread my legs even further.

“put your hands behind your head”

Without even a thought i comply. i am completely exposed to Her, vulnerable, naked in body and mind.

She slowly walks around me, gliding Her fingers possessively across my shoulders and back until i feel Her take a tight grasp of my right ass cheek. Leaning into my ear with Her mouth She says with a throaty whisper, simply,

“mine...got that boy?”

“yes Goddess”

She struts slowly around the other side of me and takes Her place on the chair. Slyly crossing Her legs i just catch a fleeting glimpse of Her panties, the front oh so damp, as She crosses Her legs placing the shimmering anklet before me.

A simple nod of Her head and a steely look from Her piercing eyes is all i need to comprehend Her unspoken message.

Now is the time to demonstrate my contrition.

Leaning forward i bow to her as i place my lips upon Her proffered foot. Kissing it with the

Confess!

deepest remorse and out of total love and submission i work my way down to Her toes, engulfing each with my mouth, encircling each with my strong tongue. i plead for Her forgiveness offering Her my total debasement and humiliation.

She offers no further words, no additional touch for pleasure or for pain. She demands simply that i beg for Her forgiveness with my tongue, my lips. my pounding erection an unconscious, uncontrollable testament to the power of Her beauty, Her spirit, over me.

i am possessed, owned, by Her in totality. In silence i offer all my thanks for Her allowing me to be where i belong.

On my knees at the feet of a Goddess.

my rightful place

Summer is for Work

Sorry to all of my readers who may have been wondering where i disappeared to lately. Rest assured i am still around and doing just fine. The warm summer weather has Goddess into a renovation mood and i’ve been kept quite busy executing Her various plans over the past weeks. As She says “ I can’t waste this great summer weather so I have to put you to work”. So its has been off the computer and into the garden/tool box etc since then. i have however had a little time to start a new posting and i am just about ready. A little editing to finish up. Now that the major parts of Her plans are wrapping up i should have a some more time to put in here at the blog. i hope everyone has been enjoying this time of year as well and thanks for your patience but You/you know how it is, Goddesses desires must take priority.

FemSupreme Music Videos : It’s a Woman’s World – Francisca Urio

 

Sometimes the FemDom/FemSupreme themes in videos are subtle. That isn't the case here. "It's a Women's World, full of Alpha Girls". Yes, yes it is.

The lyrics;

Verse 1:

I´m calling out to the new generation

Women who have strength and pride

We´re on the move without hesitation

Following the voice inside



B-sec:

We´re unbreakable, oh

Unmistakable, oh



Heart to heart

Face to face

Sophisticated ladies all over the place



Chorus:

Á toutes les dames, strong and independent

Destined to gain, we got style and brains

Á toutes les femmes, full of shining talent

Destined to lead, we make history



It´s a woman´s world – full of alpha-girls



Verse 2:

It´s time to start a peaceful revolution

Step beyond all boundaries

There ain´t a limit to our ambition

In the 21st century




B-sec 2:

We´re unstoppable, oh

Irresistible, oh



Heart to heart

Face to face

Sophisticated ladies all over the place



Chorus:

Á toutes les dames, strong and independent

Destined to gain, we got style and brain

Á toutes les femmes, full of shining talent

Destined to lead, we make history



It´s a woman´s world – full of alpha-girls



Break:

It´s a woman´s world (3x)



Chorus:

Á toutes les dames, strong and independent

Destined to gain, we got style and brain

Á toutes les femmes, full of shining talent

Destined to lead, we make history



It´s a woman´s world – full of alpha-girls

She is a Fierce Goddess

Just how Fierce and intimidating is my Goddess. Well, She came home Friday complaining that She made one of Her employees, a Female by the way, cry after chewing Her out for doing something stupid.

She asked me, rhetorically i guess, if She should feel guilty for making the poor Girl cry.

She answered Her own question however with a simple, “Of course not, i often have to crack the whip on people there to get results”

That gave me a whole new image of what goes on at Her workplace.

Anyway

It is not just around Her home that She expects perfection. Her underlings at work must also meet very high levels of performance.

If They/they don’t they’ll be on the receiving end of Her wrath.

And so will i.

i often find She takes out much Her anger and frustration at work on me when She gets home . i can usually sense when She has had a frustrating day as She is usually barking orders and insults at me as She comes though the door. I usually snap into action in a desperate bid to calm Her flames with my submissiveness and relieve Her stress. I will usually make Her a drink, and prepare to serve dinner as She flings abuse at me.

Sometimes i just engulf Her in my arms, squeezing Her in a tight hug.

Her rage dissipates. She is fierce yet a gentle human creature as well.

my love for Her, my submissiveness to Her calms Her.

i feel a warmth of my own when i can make Her feel so much better.

On blowjobs

Over the weekend We/we had some of the most intense sex in the history of our relationship (almost 8 years old now). One thing that Goddess almost never does is lower Herself to perform a blowjob on me. Oh, early on in our relationship, when we were initially exploring each other She went down on me a couple of times, i think just to test my reactions. But that was like 7-8 years ago and She has never displayed any interest or enthusiasm for that act ever since.

Until this weekend.

We had a wonderful weekend of hot passionate sex and out of the blue on Saturday night, in the throws of passion, She decided to sit on top of me, Her back to my face. At first i was not certain what She was up to, and was so out of my mind with arousal anyway that i was not thinking clearly. Then suddenly i see Her back arch and Her head descend and boom, i feel Her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head of my massive hard on, then gentle sucking, on and on again for about 3-4 minutes. i began humping and struggling for self control, luckily Her siting on me helped to keep me down.

My Goddess, what a sensation, all the pleasure centers of my mind were being hit at the same time, hard.

Then it was over, She pulled Herself up, turned around, smiling evilly, and gave me a deep passionate kiss, just so i could taste a little of myself on Her moist lips.

I was edging so hard right then i almost lost it completely. Another delicious, sweet torture.

Now I’m conflicted when it comes to blowjobs. On the one hand, like most males the sight of a beautiful Woman passionately licking and sucking an excited, desperate cock is incredibly hot. Also the sensations of being the receiver of Her hot, wet mouth and tongue is one of the most amazing experiences life has to offer.



But.

i really don’t enjoy the site, that staple of mainstream male oriented porn, of a Woman, naked, kneeling before a males massive arousal, sucking on him like Her very life depended on it. As if his cock was life itself for Her. The male grabbing Her head, forcing his sex all the way into Her mouth, holding himself there until She is gagging. i find this very demeaning to Women. In my mind no Women should lower Herself into such a submissive position before a male and perform that act in such a degrading fashion.

This is pure male fantasy and i don’t think too many mature, modern Women are fans of that image either (there has been some debate regarding this act among teens but I’ll save that discussion for another time).

None of the Women i have been with in my life would ever do such a thing, not in a million years. If i were to ever suggest it or try to pressure them for it i would be put in my place in an instant i am sure, if not tossed into the street.

With my Goddess, She very, very rarely puts Her beautiful lips and mouth to my cock. When She does it’s done only on Her terms.

Her performing oral sex on me is always on Her terms.

It is rarely given.

i can never see Her do it. She has never once allowed me to see Her place Her mouth upon my sex. i feel it but can only ever imagine what it looks like.

She always sits atop me in a superior position, sometimes my wrists are bound to the bed posts.

It is always brief, too brief in my mind, but i accept anything She chooses to give as a wonderful gift.

She never allows me to cum this way, not ever.


In reality She does it in a way i find beautiful. i never feel any power over Her when She does this. Just the opposite actually as She takes me completely under Her spell and inflicts unspeakable pleasure on me which only makes me even crazier for Her, reinforces my lust and makes it clear that all the pleasure i receive is a gift from Her and is Hers to give, withhold and control.

Making me taste myself on Her mouth is just another way She turns the act into one humiliating to me. The first time She did this to me i actually cringed and tried discreetly to avoid Her kiss. A little hangup She easily noticed and used as an opportunity to humiliate me and enforce Her will upon me. Now i never resist Her mouth and the opportunity to literally taste my desperation for Her.

She makes me weak all over.

Young Cougars on the Prowl

Here is an interesting article i found in the NY Times late last week about the new generation of ‘young cougars’. Really interesting. I’ll post the text of the article here first followed by my thoughts;


“For Would-Be Cougars, the Prom Is a Good Start
 RECENTLY, as I heard my daughter, a junior in high school, and her friends discuss their plans for the prom, I had a vaguely troubling thought: can a 16-year-old be a cougar?
Her best friends wanted to take boys younger than themselves (much younger ... two entire grades younger) to the prom. And one of those boys just happened to be my ninth-grade son.
Back in my prom days (when the big slow
dance was still “Stairway to Heaven”), I went with a boy who was not just taller than me, but older as well. O.K., I was only a few months younger than him, but that still mattered to my friends and me. We would never have even considered venturing out to the prom, let alone the school parking lot, with a boy in a lower grade, unless we were baby-sitting him.
High school years were like dog years back then. A one-year difference might as well have been a seven-year span, which is why the older boys looked so much wiser and more sophisticated than the boys our own age with acne. To score a college boyfriend was a real coup.
Call it young cougars, a game of confidence or just female empowerment, but the unthinkable during my high school years is now happening all around me and other mothers of my acquaintance. A growing number of our teenage girls are unabashedly showing their preference for younger boys, saying they are not only more respectful  than their  older counterparts, but generally nicer to date.
“Our prom is this weekend and all of the eight couples in our group are senior girls going with junior boys,” said Rachel Koehn, 18, of Baltimore, who is going with her boyfriend of 16 months, Dan Duffy, a 17-year-old junior.
“The senior guys at my school tend to like to go out with the younger girls, so now I guess we are doing the same with younger guys,” she said, adding that as a freshman and sophomore she went out with older classmen before meeting Dan last year.
Rachel said Dan’s parents seem to approve of this new relationship, even seeing a sil- ver lining in the fact that he is dating an older girl.
“They love me because he doesn’t have his license yet and I drive him everywhere,” she said.
Other teenagers see growing evidence of this dating trend in their own schools.
“We took a group picture at our senior prom this month, and of the 50 of us, there were 13 boys from the junior-year class who were there with senior girls,” said Joshua Himmelstein, 17, who attends high school in Hanover, N.H., and has been dating Charlotte Sargent, 18, a senior, since last October.
“I think my relationship with Charlotte has made the kids in our two grades get to know each other much better,” Josh said, adding that he feels honored to be with Charlotte. “I really respect her. I am willing to admit that she is older than me and has more confidence and experience. I think I prefer dating a senior to someone my own age.”
Said Charlotte about Josh, who is her first boyfriend: “I just feel so much more comfortable with him than I do around older guys. This feels easier as I can just be myself around him.”
But she did admit that her friends initially called her “cougar” as a joke.
“The problem is, I know the guys in my class so well, it feels hard to date any of them at this point,” she added. “Whereas the first time I saw Josh was in September at cross-country practice.”
What began as a joke between two cast members of the spring musical (Peter Michaelides, 15, a freshman in my son’s class in Ann Arbor, Mich., and Christina Bartson, 17, a junior in my daughter’s class) turned into reality when she decided to ask him to the prom.
“I was really happy,” said Peter, whose mother approved of the date but did not allow him to attend the after-prom party. “Christina is really attractive and nice and I just wanted her to have a great night. I like to think I would respect any girl as much as her, but I do look up to her for being older.”
(Peter added that one reason he felt comfortable being the youngest in a group is that his only sibling is nearly twice his age.)
“Going to the prom with Peter definitely made it a lighter load,” Christina said. “I like to dance and get dressed up. It wasn’t complicated this way, as we are good friends. But he was also so nice all night long, asking if I wanted anything, carrying my things. It was really sweet.”
THOUGH I didn’t really need to ask Jordan Pesci-Smith, a friend of my daughter Florence, why she wanted to take my son, Charles, to the prom (he is adorable and charming, of course, just like his mother), I was curious and decided to  anyway . Jordan’s answer was direct.
“If I asked someone in my grade and he happened to say, ‘No,’ everyone would know about it,” she said of their school, which is quite small. “Charles is like a baby brother to me. I could just have had fun with him at the prom and not feel any social pressure.”
As it turned out, Charles did not go with Jordan, and not just because he thought he was too young. His older sister hated the idea: she did not want her younger brother at the prom. (Jordan ended up going, happily, with a boy her own age.)
Who knows what will happen to these couples? A long-term future seems unlikely; almost all of the graduating girls said their relationships will probably end when they go to college.
The younger boys seem to take that eventuality in stride.
“I want Charlotte to have a good time at college, and that is hard to do with a boyfriend living far    away ,” said Josh, sympathetically .
Of her romance with Dan, Rachel said: “We have decided not to break up until the end of the summer, right before I leave for college. We don’t want to be sad until we have to be.”
But if Kate Burkhardt, a junior at Dartmouth College, is correct, the cougar-in- training trend could continue as these high schoolers get older. She dated her high school boyfriend, one grade below her, through her freshman year of college. They finally broke up when he went to college.
“It was hard because we were having such different experiences,” she said, adding,“But here at Dartmouth we have a saying, ‘Get the guy before he pledges.’ ”
“A lot of my friends are dating freshmen,” she said. “That way you grab them before they are corrupted by fraternity brothers.” “

What struck me about this article is that it points to a remarkable confidence among todays young Women in dealing with males. They know exactly what they want in terms of correct behaviour from these guys. On that note it is also interesting that what they seem to be looking for from males is behaviour that is respectful but also romantic and well, lets face it, submissive. These Girls use their own maturity, self-awareness and confidence to find boys that meet these criteria and who are so in awe of these older Girls they can be kept in line, in fact are more than willing to toe the line. For the guys there are some valuable lessons here also. For the younger guys the lesson seems to be that respectful, submissive behaviour towards Women is rewarded. For the older guys these Girls are sending them a clear message that if they want to be with these young Women then they can’t expect to get away with macho, immature behaviour. If anyone wants to see the fruitful results of the recent years of ‘Girl Power’ then this whole trend seems to be a nice example. Todays young Women have the confidence to reject past stereotypes/social norms and just go after what they want. They take old societal roles and flip them around. Any males who don’t meet Their expectations have no chance. Imagine what these Girls will accomplish if they already have that level of confidence at such a young age. I also like the last line about how this trend is now extending to colleges, reinforcing the point that that a new age has arrived. I love how She puts it, “you grab them”. Clearly showing how She sees males as something to be possessed like property.

50th Post

This marks the 50th post here on FemaleFuture. Since i started this blog back in December it has grown by leaps and bounds. my initial feeling for what i wanted to represent here was in my first post when i wrote;

“It is here that I want to document what I feel is one of the greatest societal shifts in human history. One that we are so very lucky to be part of and to witness.

What is that you might wonder?

Well, in my opinion it is the emergence over the past century, and in particular in the last 40-50 years with accelerating intensity in the last 30, of Women, that is of Females, as the emergent leaders of human society. The dominant sex, if you will.

There has been so much research done, data collected and observations made of this trend that it seems without a doubt, in my opinion, to be true. From studies showing the biological superiority of Females, to their rapid dominance of higher education to their emerging leadership roles in business and politics. These trends are strong and will not be stopped.

I want this blog to become a place to document these changes and offer my own thoughts as well and as such become a valuable resource for those interested in this subject.”


At first, of course, when one starts such a thing one is never sure where it will go or if there is anyone out there who is actually interested in my collection of facts, figures, observations and personal anecdotes. i am pleased to report that at only the 50th post i feel quite sure that i am hitting the mark, remaining true to the original vision for this blog and, importantly, that there are many people out there who share my philosophy and enjoy what i have put up here. i am thrilled with the thoughtful, positive comments and the sustained following, so thank You/you very much, it makes doing this very worthwhile.

In writing this blog i have also found many other wonderful people who are on a similar journey as myself and have taken to the web to express and share their own experiences. i try to provide links to many of them on the side of this page and am always searching for others. Share and share alike i say. The thoughts of these other writers have helped greatly in expanding my own knowledge and opened my mind to the many dimensions of Female Supremacy and i am thankful for Their/their efforts.

i have greatly enjoyed creating this blog and i feel my writing has vastly improved in the effort. i always struggle with trying to express myself in the best way possible and think i’m getting there. This has especially been true for my postings on my personal experiences with Dominant Women which many of You/you seem to enjoy. There have been a few early posts which may not have gotten as much attention due to my tiny audience at the time but i think they hold up well, such as my review of the Female Supremacy aspects of certain music videos.

Some of You/you may also be wondering a few things so i will present a few FAQs here.

Q: Does my personal Goddess review and approve the content presented here?

A: While She does not micromanage this blog or dictate its contents She has assumed a degree of editorial control. She occasionally reviews the contents here to ensure that it meets with Her approval. She will also demand to see drafts of upcoming posts for review, often sending them back for re-writes when She finds the quality below Her standards. She will also forward articles to me which She feels are of interest and fit with our shared philosophy. She of course assumes veto power over any and all posts and post ideas that do not meet with Her approval. She has made it clear to me that anything i post that She disapproves of can result in punishment which is always a strong incentive for me to sustain a certain level of quality. As for the visual aspects of the blog She says just about any image that depicts male submission, nudity, humiliation, sexuality etc is ok but images of Females must be “respectful”. Female nudity is fine as long as it is tasteful, presents the Female in a superior light and is kept to a modest volume. She does not want to see naked Women splashed across every post. She has Her limits and my crossing them has “consequences”. So i always give a lot of thought to which images i use in a given post.


Q: How does my personal Goddess feel about me sharing such intimate aspects of our life?

A: For this I asked if She would write a few words Herself,

“I don’t mind too much if Ethan shares explicit details of our life and his feelings about our relationship. I encourage his expressing of his feelings for and about Me and about our life. I really enjoy reading his articles actually, his expressing of his Love for Me and his submission to Me is both romantic and honestly, pretty hot. I encourage his sharing of these experiences and ideas since i strongly believe in the value of a Female Lead Relationship for both Women and men and it ’s what seems natural to Me. Actually I feel it is naturally the best form of F/m relationships , it is honest, loving and meets the needs of both. It emphasizes the strongest aspects of each of us., the males physical strength, raw energy and need for structure with the Females intelligence, capacity for leadership/organization, beauty and life nurturing spirit.”

Q: How does my personnel Goddess feel about my discussing past relationships or my thoughts regarding other Women?

A: i, at first, thought this might be a touchy subject but in fact She has given me the go ahead for this. She says that my experiences with other Women have helped to make me the man i am today and that She thinks of them as learning experiences for me that have, ultimately, been to Her benefit. She does insist however that i write about these Women with a minimum degree of respect and civility that should be shown by me towards all Females. Being me i don’t really know any other way to interact with Women so this is easy enough. As regards to my sometimes posting my reactions to seeing other beautiful Women Her attitude is one of expecting me to be honest and open with Her in all things. She understands that males react instinctively to the Feminine, “boys being boys” as She puts it. Her condition is that it is always to Her that i pledge my undying loyalty, at Her feet that i bow down and worship. Looking is natural, disloyalty and dishonestly will never be tolerated. If i go too far in this She will put me in my place.

Of course if you have any other questions feel free to ask and i will try to respond.

The Growing Financial Power of Women

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.