Friday, 31 July 2015

The Long, Hot, Wet Days of Summer

For Her annual summer vacation this year Goddess choose to rent a small country house in the south of Europe, isolated from other homes but with a modest backyard pool secluded by a fence, trees and more trees. Of course this annual ritual is a holiday for Goddess but still very much a working ‘vacation’ for myself.


Upon arrival Goddess merely informed me that She was going to get changed and relax by the pool. For me of course this set in motion a whole series of events to ensure that Her relaxation was achieved.

As Goddess departed for the bedroom with Her small black bag I began my own ritual. Stripping out of my ‘outside the home clothes’ i carefully folded and placed them in the closet beside the doorway. Suitably naked, as required in Her presence, i proceeded to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of white wine, Her chosen summer reading material, bottles of bubbling water and ice. Looking around the kitchen i located  suitable glasses and a tray. Assembling the required materials i proceeded to the pool area, setting up the pool chair upon which She will lay and set up the parasol to deflect the most intense rays of the sun. The outside temperature was already topping 30 degrees centigrade when we arrived so that was surely a requirement. Returning to the house i searched out a stack of large soft towels as well as sunscreen, lotion and baby oil. Anything i thought might be needed to fulfill Her desires.

The house was fully equipped with everything needed to get Her vacation off to a smooth start. The Mediterranean style house is the property of Mistress Stephanie, one of Goddesses good friends who made sure everything needed was at hand when She arrived.

Returning to the pool I placed the towels in a stack and the bottles of lotions and oils on the table next to the lounger.

After making last minute checks to ensure i had everything and it was all in the right place i slipped to my knees, spread them widely, placed my hands behind my back and bowed my head awaiting Her entrance.

She was in no hurry. A good 10-15 minutes passed and though i was in the tree shade the oppressive southern heat created a cool layer of perspiration over my whole body. A gentle breeze ruffled through the trees. The sky above oh so blue.

Then i heard Her. The soft patter of Her feet as She approached. As i carefully looked up my breath was stolen from me. i know that i often describe in my writing the intoxicating beauty of Women i see in everyday life but perhaps i don’t speak nearly enough about the utterly sublime, mind bending beauty of the very Goddess i personally worship and serve.

As She passed the door a shaft of bright sunlight caught the highlights of Her long flowing hair. Even at this early stage in our trip Her soft skin had a radiant, lightly tanned glow. i never fail to be enraptured by that girlish smirk formed by Her sumptuous lips, the alluring curve of Her cheek, that oh so adorable button nose. Those eyes that seem almost translucent blue, so deep that men drown in them.

As She sauntered towards my position in Her new string bikini i traced the line of Her curvaceous figure with my eyes. Her full round breasts seemed to move up-and-down with an almost joyful glee. The soft curve of Her tummy irresistible as always.

My cock leaped spontaneously forward.

Yet even in a bikini She finds a way to deny me just a little longer. Around Her waistline She wrapped a long blue towel held in place by a semi knot.

So entranced by Her entrance i almost didn’t notice what She carried in Her hands. In the left was my narrow stainless steel ‘house’ collar. In Her right Her favorite, firm, black leather riding crop.

Just because She was on vacation didn’t mean protocol would be relaxed. Neither of Us/us would expect any less.

Reaching my position She smiled down at me, dropped the crop on the table and raised the collar to my face. A gesture i instinctively know to mean ‘prepare to be collared’. Without further instruction i raised my head, tilting it back slightly and Goddess stepped into my space, slipped the steel band around my neck, snapped the clasp and clicked the lock shut. This is such a routine act between us that We/we perform these steps without a word being spoken.

The feel of the cool steel however never fails to heighten my feeling of submission towards Her. i never fail to appreciate being in the presence of such unspeakable beauty so willing to put me in my rightful place.

“I see you’re in a good mood today” She almost giggled taking note of my hard pulsing manhood.

Stepping back from me She placed one petite, bare foot, forward and crossed Her arms as if in waiting.

i, as always, knew when She granted permission. leaning forward onto my hands i crawled towards Her. With my head bowed i lowered my face to Her proffered foot. Placing my lips to Her soft skin and giving gentle prolonged sensuous kisses, neither of Us/us were in a rush. She gave me time to worship at Her feet and took the time enjoy my adoration of Her . All the while my pelvic muscles contracted almost uncontrollably making my cock rock hard. Tiny rivulets of sticky pre-cum streaming down to the hot, dry surface, burning up on contact much as my flesh did upon touching Her radiant body. my entire being lost in abject worship and burning desire for this sublime Goddess, this overarching beauty.

Lost, i didn’t even notice Her picking up the crop from the table until the first stinging blow landed on my right ass cheek with a sharp crack. I yelped slightly but knew, wanted, to continue holding my lips to Her foot. A second blow soon struck my other ass cheek. Even though the pain rapidly crashed into my brain i continued worship,  planting intense kisses upon Her foot until She gently kicked me away.

My reverie slightly broken i leaned up just as She spun around and pulled loose the knot in the towel, letting it drop to the ground. i kneeled there mesmerized as She raised Her arms into to the air, gathering up Her long hair into tight bob revealing the soft curve of Her neck, the toned, tanned shape of Her back. my face mere inches from the insane curvature of Her ass, my eyes flowed over every part of Her toned sculptural figure almost unable to take it all in. My breathing by now was short and rapid, my manhood long, hard and throbbing, aching for Her.

Why do Women enjoy making males suffer so much and why do we so enjoy the suffering? 

As if to make a point Goddess leaned forward presenting Her magnificent behind to my face. i think i gasped a little and unable to resist i planted a wide devouring kiss on Her firm right cheek. Desperate lust fueled my insatiable need to consume Her beauty in total. i reached under with my tongue pressing it firmly against Her Sex. Though i was frustrated by the fabric of Her bikini bottom i heard Her moan and She pressed Herself hard against my probing tongue.

I saw Her turn Her head to look at me, a wicked grin on Her lips, a burning in Her eyes. I pressed even harder against Her and She moaned softly, closing them, riding the pleasure and my probing tongue.

We/we lingered there for some time. She, lost in the pleasure, me lost in desperation to have and to please Her, the front of Her bikini grew damp from my wet tongue and Her rising desire.

Ever more desperate i ran my tongue along the rim of Her bikini trying to lift the fabric, to reach inside for Her. She moaned approvingly but offered me no help.

i just wanted a taste, just a taste of Her! Anything! ‘Please Goddess please!’ was all i could think.

Slipping past the tight fabric my tongue pressed directly against  the damp outer lips of Her sex. Trapped by the tight fabric all i could do was run my tongue along the length of Her lips. i could feel Her respond.

Reaching the summit I twisted my body and tongue to unwrap Her hard swollen clit. She gasped and Her whole body stiffened as i swirled around Her hard bud again and again. i wanted to take it in my lips but was blocked by this simple article of clothing.

Instead i focused my tongue along the edge of Her clit with repeated, firm half swirls and quick flicks. Again and again and again. Her pleasure building i slid my tongue lower, just past Her slick outer lips and barely inside, just tasting Her sopping wetness. Pressing my face tight against Her i filled my tongue with  Her wet lust and slid it back to the firmness of Her bud. She squealed slightly and writhed against me. I intently swirled my slick tongue around and around in mad desperation. Her breathing became ever shorter.

Almost there!

Almost!

Eager to push Her past the point of no return i desperately tried to get my lips around Her swollen sex but the best i could do was to plant my upper lip on the maddening fabric while the other could barely get past it.

i wanted nothing more than to rip off this infernal garment and devour Her completely.

Alas no such permission was given.

This is the place where a males sexual heat clashes with his obedience and training. Lust vs submission.

She used this simple garment to mock me, to toy with my soul. Silently She’s saying ‘here’s everything you’ve ever desired right at your face. All you have to do is take it. Rip off that miserable thing, thrust that huge cock of yours in there in take it all’.

A few moments of ultimate pleasure and animalistic release but the price would be too high. i would be cast out, losing the very relationship i have spent my whole life searching for, violating everything i believe in and betraying my Goddess.

Am i a man or just an animal? i choose to be a man, a devoted obedient worshiper of the Feminine not a savage, destructive, beast.

i knew full well to even slip off Her bikini without permission would be a violation. Even if She silently desired it to do so would place me at the receiving end of a fierce whipping even if i fully pleased Her sexually.

Submit

Obey

Worship

That’s the simple mantra i live by and it’s excellent advice for any male vis-a-vis Females.

So i continued my intense pursuit of Her Climax, working my tongue around and around, pressing on with intent. The scent of Her lust overwhelming my senses pressing me onward. She pushed hard against me, Her hand reaching back to grab my hair, roughly pulling me against Her. She rode the waves of pleasure making me work fiercely to push Her to the summit. my tongue and face raw and aching. i would not fail Her. i know the stinging consequences of failure, both physical and emotional.

Failure to please Her is not on option. i pressed on.

Then She tensed and moaned deeply, pressing Herself hard against my face, pulling my hair tightly. Pressing my tongue and mouth ever tighter against Her sex i struggled to extract every morsel of pleasure for Her. She rode my face extending Her pleasure to the end. She rubbed Herself across me one last time and released me.

Slowly She turned around and looked down at me kneeling at Her feet. She smiled softly and glided Her soft hand across my cheek. I looked into Her piercing blue eyes and they suggested that She was still a little lost in the warm afterglow.

i saw them shift downward to my still full, pulsing cock and Her smile grew in the knowledge that’s She’d left me burning for Her,  full of lust with countless pleasures still to give.

i am still fully alert, my heart beats strongly, my manhood twitching slightly with each beat, my whole body tingles on edge. i am at Her feet ready and eager to please.

“White wine” is all She said as She lay Herself out before me on the recliner.

The endless teasing will continue.

It will be a long vacation.













Tuesday, 23 June 2015

The Power That is Taylor Swift

It was remarkable to see one of the most powerful corporations on Earth pivot so quickly to capitulate to the demands of a single artist this week on the issue of music streaming royalties. It was a testament to the power of Taylor Swift that the (male) executives of Apple jumped rapidly to change their carefully orchestrated plans after She simply voiced Her displeasure. Swift has indeed become one of the most powerful figures in popular music with massive sales and a devoted following. The music industry dares not cross Her. The one thing about Taylor Swift that i never fail to notice is just how focused and driven She is. She is the epitome of the modern ambitious Alpha-Female. She always exudes intelligence and a self confidence that is both amazing and i suspect, to males, rather intimidating. It also isn’t lost on me that She always reminds me of D in Her physicality, overarching intelligence and fierce ambition. The video here also shows Her as a kind of man eater, able to consume males completely, chew them up and toss them away knowing full well there will always be another eager to take his place even though he too will obviously be consumed in Her burning passion. (Sorry about having to link through to youtube to see the videos).





It’s remarkable that just 30 years ago pop music was considered a male dominated domain. At the time it was considered a major revolution when artists such as Madonna appeared on the scene with music that expressed a Female point of view. Music about Female desires, lust or ambition were considered scandalous. A Women who would sing about openly, unambiguously using men for Her own purposes rattled the powers that be and blew open the doors of the music industry to shift from overwhelmingly male centric to, well at times, the exact opposite. Today it is routine to see Female artists top the charts.  Today these Women have power and influence and aren’t shy about using it.




Taylor Swift is a prime example of a Women who commands Her industry with ease, takes no nonsense from anyone and who represents a wonderful role model for the new generation of empowered millennial Women. Men don’t dare to cross Her.

Thursday, 18 June 2015

The Female Future Tipping Point


As a reader of this blog You/you probably know that i have been documenting the surging Feminine wave that is washing over society. Like many such trends things happen so subtly, so gradually that many don’t notice until some critical mass is achieved and there is a sudden ‘tipping point’. This trend is most pronounced in the West but is happening in other places and the tidal surge will eventually sweep all of human society. Over the past 50 or so years the shift has been remarkable. From a society once so male dominated and male centric We/we have seen Women become ever more resistant to patriarchy and embracing of Their own intelligence and power to the point where Women now dominate educational achievement as well as many fields such as medicine, biomedical research, accounting and law, among others. Fields once considered male bastions are becoming ever more Feminine. Sure there are gaps (politics for example) but even there as Women assert themselves They rise to the positions of high office with ever lessening resistance. Today the idea of a Women leading a major economic power seems completely natural and will happen more and more (Germany today and the USA soon(?)). As Women assert Themselves more and more They seem to meet ever lessening male resistance. Why is that? i believe that one critical factor is that males simply, innately, understand, that Women are, in fact, better than us. More humane, more compassionate, more sensible and more intelligent. Many males are only too happy to follow the Female lead in our personal and professional lives. It’s well documented that Women are better leaders, managers and decision makers. we males instinctively feel the allure of Feminine beauty and know that Women are the center of the life-force itself.  Women are Goddesses and if they assert Their natural authority over males we will obey and worship Them. Deep down even the most outwardly 'macho' male knows Women have this power and it perhaps scares him. For the most part  we are only too happy to follow Her lead.

Step by step humanity is moving towards a Female lead future. Sure there are patches of resistance here and there but the big picture trend line is clear.

Here’s an extract of a recently published article that provides some additional evidence of this generational shift.








"Wealthy Millennial women are more likely to make at least as much -- if not more -- than their husbands. They’re also more likely to take the big decisions on house- hold finances and investments, according to a new report from U.S. Trust that surveyed high and ultra-high net worth individuals, defined as those with at least $3 million in investable assets.
The report found that 30% of these wealthy Millennial women were the primary income earners, and another 21% contributed the same amount as their partners. That’s compared to just 11% of Gen X women who made more than their husbands, 15% of Baby Boomer women and 4% who are 70 years old or older. The percentage of equal earners remained relatively similar across all four generations.

Not only are the high net worth Millennial women earning more than women in other generations, but they’re also making more financial decisions than older women. In fact, in a major generational shift, they’re making more financial decisions than their husbands.
For Millennial women, 31% are the dominant decision-makers when it comes to household finances, compared to 28% of men, just 11% of Gen X women, 9% of Boomer ladies and 1% of what the report calls “mature” females. The breakdowns, and the vast shift from generation to generation, are nearly identical when it comes to investment decisions.
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Friday, 12 June 2015

Service is not Mindless


It should never be thought that being a male in a Female-Lead-Relationship is a life of 24/7 boot licking, ass cropping, cock teasing and verbal humiliation. While all these wonderful things and more are indeed common elements in an FLR what Women would want to keep a male who required so much continuous attention and effort. The role of the male is to make the Females life easier and less stressful, to take away the drudgery of mindless low-level daily tasks. As such once a male has been broken and properly trained by a Goddess he should become essentially an automaton. By that i don’t mean he is unthinking or stupid. What it does mean is that the male becomes so attentive, response and tuned in to Her desires and tastes that upon being given an order he instantly knows not only to obey without question but precisely how to carry out Her commands. The male should know how to greet Her friends, How She expects Her household to be kept, How She likes Her coffee, how She expects Her boots to be cleaned, How his tongue and lips bring Her maximum pleasure and so on. In other words being the male is not a passive, mindless role. In fact it requires extreme attentiveness and attention to detail. Mindlessness often results and sloppiness and a strict disciplinary response.

But as I said there is much simple routine in this. Let me share an anecdote with You/you.

This past Saturday night Goddess, with myself in accompaniment,  attended a rather lavish party put on by one of Her dearest Friends. The event was held at an upscale restaurant in the city. About 60-70 Guests/guests were in attendance. Seating was organized by name cards at specific tables. There was an open bar and dinner was self-serve, buffet style. While not a ‘Femdom’ party, as such, i did recognize about a third of the attendees as being in an FLR relationship or Women i know to be involved in the Femdom ‘lifestyle’. Many of the rest i recognized as well known Businesswomen, artists, musicians and so on. So while i would not describe the evening as being overtly ‘Femdom’ it did have a notable Female Centric vibe where the Women were the center of attention and the males were merely accompanying Them.

Upon entering We/we greeted the Hostess. Goddess First and myself when She was finished. Goddess took a moment or two to embrace Her friend and exchange warm greeting and the sharing of details and particulars regarding the event. The Hostess then greeted me with a perfunctory “Hi ethan, welcome”, before moving to greet Her next guest.






Goddess surveyed the room and located Our/our table to which i followed Her. Upon arrival at the table Goddess saw that an old Friend was seated opposite Her and began to greet and converse with Her. i slipped behind Goddess and pulled out Her chair upon which She then sat. She then turned to me and simply said “merlot”. I immediately set off for the bar and requested one of Goddesses preferred varieties from the bartender. Upon returning i placed the glass in front of Goddess. Without breaking Her conversation She picked up the glass and took a sip. She then continued with Her conversation without acknowledgement of myself. This i knew to mean that She found it to Her liking. I then took my seat next to Her. i listened in silence as the two caught up on each others affairs. Knowing it was not my place to involve myself in this discussion i simply sat there in silence, only acknowledging Goddesses friend if She directed a look in my direction. i listened carefully to the conversation, not to eavesdrop, but to be ready if my services were required. After about an hour Goddess pushed Her empty glass towards me, pointing Her finger towards the bar but placing Her hand upon my wrist which i knew to be a gesture meaning ‘hold position until I release you’. Goddess then asked her friend if She would like anything from the bar. “A glass of white wine would be nice”. Goddess then removed Her hand and i proceeded to the bar to retrieve the two glasses. The previous male bartender had by now been replaced by a startlingly beautiful twenty-something blonde Goddess. i instantly noticed Her brilliant grey eyes, striking cheekbones, full lips covered in an almost ‘hot pink’ lip stick. Her luminous blonde hair propped up in a ‘bob’ and accented by small gold loop earrings. She sweetly inquired as to my order and i as usual became quite nervous. i’m naturally intimidated by strong, beautiful Women and i’m quite uncomfortable with being served by a Women. i simply don’t believe it’s a Women’s place to serve men. My training and duty did however kick in. On the rare occasion i find my self  in such situations Goddess has instructed me to always be extremely polite and deferential. So i politely requested the desired drinks while keeping my eyes averted downward as the glasses were filled. i then looked Her oh-so-briefly in the eyes and sincerely thanked Her. She smiled but also gave me a slightly quizzical look. As i walked back towards the table, which was only about five meters from the bar I could almost feel Her curious gaze upon me.

Upon returning to the table i first served Goddesses friend then moved around the table to serve Goddess before returning to my seat. i hoped that the Girl at the bar would take note of my service and attitude, that She would see that i viewed Women as deserving of being served, not the other way round.

After sitting, Goddesses friend looked at me and remarked to Goddess, “He’s well trained isn’t he?” to which Goddess replied “Of course!”, Shooting a smile in my direction. i simply smiled in acknowledgement.

This simple scene at the party provides a nice example of what i was discussing at the beginning of this post. male service to a dominant Female is not simply mindless. i have to display great attention even when being seemingly ignored or am irrelevant in a social context. As Goddess says , taking a twist on the old’ children being seen but not heard’ expression, “boys may be seen but they should keep their mouths shut”.

As always in these social situation Goddess expects me to follow these simple rules;

    •    Be silent
    •    Be discrete
    •    Don’t speak unless spoken to and only if necessary
    •    Pay close attention
    •    Obey instantly
    •    Think then Do

As for my sitting at the table with Goddess and Her friend this depends on the circumstances. In this type of social situation i have permission to use a chair. During other social occasions that are just with Goddesses friends and/or are overtly Femdom i am typically expected to kneel at Her side or to stand further back from the table, in waiting. In no situation however do i forget my place and status.

After the meal Goddesses friend left the table to circulate amongst the other guests. Goddess seemed to notice my inability to not notice the beautiful Girl working there.

“She’s very pretty, don’t you think?”

As usual i am permitted, expected in fact, to be honest about such things.

“Yes Goddess, very”

Goddess just smiled and continued to check Her e-mail.

As the party was winding down and the tables were being cleared i noticed that the blonde beauty was clearing tables in our area. Goddess must have noticed as well as She leaned towards me and said;

“I want you to clear our table, i won’t have Her serving you”

i don’t think Goddess was motivated by any sense of being threatened or being in competition with this Girl. She merely pointed out that it was not my place to be served by a Women. In fact by clearing the table i would be serving both Goddess, her friends and the lovely young Women working there.

I then proceeded to clear away the dishes and utensils and brought them to the station with the others. The Girl noticed what i was doing and simply smiled, not protesting in anyway. It seemed that She was used to have random males offering Her assistance and didn’t think it was unusual. i suspect that Her alluring beauty draws many ‘helpful’ males towards Her.

As the evening wrapped up We/we again said our good-byes to Our/our host and on the way out Goddesses friend from Our/our table passed Us/us by saying good night to Goddess and to “what was you’re name again? I forgot”

“ethan” i replied simply and She smiled and turned away.




Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Exploiting males for Fun and Profit

Continuing from the last posting i began to think of examples where Women DO actually use Their beauty and sexuality for Their own enjoyment as well as for profit by taking advantage of males natural instincts and behaviours.

i recall back in university i had a beautiful, smart and outgoing Female friend who took up stripping at local clubs to pay Her way through school and have a lifestyle far beyond the means of the typical student. It was actually pretty amazing to me to have a friend who was ‘on the pole’ so to speak. It was even more amazing to see the ‘matter of fact’ attitude Karen had towards stripping, Her own sexuality and Her relationships/attitudes towards men.

Karen told me how She saw the way men looked at Her everyday, the power that Her beauty gave Her in interactions with males (professors included) and decided to use that for Her own betterment. As She once said to me. “if guys are going to stare at me all the time I might as well make them pay for the privilege”.

And pay they did. Karen told me She worked only two nights per week but it wasn’t unusual for Her to clear well over a thousand dollars at the end of the week. Needless to say Karen finished university not only with an education but debt free and with substantial savings. She subsequently used Her savings to start a business and has become a very successful BusinessWomen.

Karen and i became fast friends i think because i was always so honest in giving my male point-of-view. She really enjoyed having a sounding board for Her opinions. She would even model new outfits She bought for Her performances to gauge my reaction.

Karen even invited me to come and see Her show one time. i was a bit reluctant but She insisted. i was actually glad i did. Seeing Her up there in the lights, dancing and grinding to the beat of the music was one of the most astonishing sights i have ever seen. Her long blonde hair shimmering under the lights, the way She whipped it around and around. Her fit curvaceous body, the way She moved. She completely fucked with my mind and the mind of every male staring hypnotically at Her indescribable beauty. At one point close to the end of the act She crawled over to me, turned around, spread Her long tawny legs and placed Her sex just inches from my face. My eyes just flowed over the curves of Her perfect ass and down to Her sex and back again. She gave a little wiggle and turned Her head around and shot me a wicked grin, running Her tongue around Her lips teasingly. I was instantly rock hard in my pants and blown away in my mind. Such exquisite ecstasy!  All i could do was outstretch my arms and bow my head repeatedly towards Her to acknowledge how in awe of Her i felt at that moment. She grinned as the packed house roared in appreciation of Her beauty and raw sensuality. With that She moved to finish Her act and proceed around the stage to collect Her substantial monetary tributes. There couldn’t have been a soft cock in the house that night. Impossible! To see all those men fumbling to offer Her money in near desperation. It was all they could do, unable to touch Her, have Her or even know Her. Even their money in no way gave them any claim on Her. She remained Her own Women, aloof, mysterious and fiercely independent of any man. She however could claim ownership of a part of them, their minds, their fantasies. For how long would these men have Her sensuous image burned in their brains. How many of them would end up repeatedly stroking their cocks while recalling the sight of Her enchanting beauty. How many would come back just to see Her again and again?

For Karen they were all so interchangeable and forgettable. The only artifact of them She had was the pile of cash She handed over to the bank teller the next day. She always had so much cash i could hardly believe it. Every time We/we went out for drinks or lunch She refused to let me pay always insisting i was just a ‘poor student’, which was of course true. It was more than just that however. It was also about power and independence, ensuring that no male, not even a close friend, would ever have any claim on Her. Even when we went out clubbing as a group of friends  She would be surrounded by a pack of adoring male friends but never allowed them to buy Her a drink. She did often refer to this gang as Her “male harem”, even to their faces, which some of them seemed a little humiliated by because i think they knew it rang true. i always found it deeply exciting of course. In fact She sometimes told me that She really loved that i was “so submissive towards Women”. i think She really appreciated having a male who was always there for Her, to listen, to dutifully do things for Her etc but who made no demands on Her. The power dynamic in our friendship was always clear, She had all the power and i followed Her lead. i absolutely adored Her and just loved having the opportunity to be around such a Goddess and to serve Her even in such small ways.

Karen of course had male lovers from time to time but She never entered into serious committed relationships with them. For Her it was all about Her pleasure and enjoyment. Finished with one She would move onto another. The worst sin a male could make in Her eyes was being too clingy or having a sense of entitlement towards Her. Her attitude was to enjoy life today and prepare for the future. No man was going to get in the way of Her dreams. She took what She wanted from men, their bodies, their money, their companionship. She always took from men without feeling any need to reciprocate beyond what satisfied Her own desires.

To call Karen independent or liberated is far too cliche and simplistic. She was a Goddess, She knew She was a Goddess and She expected men to worship Her. And they did.

It really was that simple.




My friend Jodi was another, if somewhat different take on this idea. Jodi was a super smart grad student. A vivacious redhead with a stunning smile and a body to match. She was the winner of many scholarships and had a winning personality to boot. Few men could resist Her charms and She knew it and took full advantage. Jodi would have a different lover every other week and was never shy about moving on to the next, or telling me about his faults and quirks. Once She described Her boy of the week as having a “minuscule cock, I mean literally ‘this big’ “. Even i could not help but laugh as She described having to get rid of him due to his obvious ‘shortcoming’. Jodi was a young Women who had no inhibitions about sex or Her own expectations. One evening when a group of Us/us were out for drinks She was relating Her latest disappointing relationship adventure and concluded by bluntly stating that “all men should be put on a leash” something that aroused me to no end. i remember telling Her that there were probably lots of men who would gladly be kept on Her leash”. Hearing this caused Her to look at me quizzically but then i saw that turn to a look of realization at having discovered something profound about Her friend. She smiled and simply said “honey maybe We/we should talk later”.

Jodi had such power of attraction that men could not resist Her even after being rejected. She kept a long list of former lovers on speed dial who were eager and willing to provide any favours She requested such as borrowing his car or using a summer home for a weekend getaway (often with a different lover).

Jodi was a Women whose sharp intelligence, stunning good looks and direct forthright personality always gave Her the upper hand in dealing with males, myself included. A few days after the leash ‘discussion’ we were alone together at Her apartment. Jodi was wearing a pair of shiny, black leather stiletto heeled knee high boots that i found oh so sexy. As we were talking She crossed Her legs, elegantly letting one boot dangle in the air, moving Her foot nonchalantly from side to side. I didn’t even realize that She had stopped talking as i was just transfixed following Her foot with my eyes.

“Ok Ethan babe I’m up here”. realizing i’d been caught dead to rights i turned flush with embarrassment. i’d seen Jodi sexually manipulate men many times before but She had never crossed that line with me until now. i was astonished at just how effortlessly She did it and how completely i fell into Her trap. So exposed i proceeded to confess everything from my belief in the obvious superiority of Women to my fetish for Women’s boots and anklets to how much i craved to serve a Women and be used by Her. If She was shocked Jodi tried not to show it. In fact in her typical straightforward way She said She understood and asked “why can’t more men be like you?”. i told Her i thought many men were but were too shy or felt too much social pressure to conform to patriarchal norms even though that era was fading away. So She made a deal with me. While She wouldn’t do anything to damage our friendship I could, if i wanted to, become Her ‘slave’ and Her my Mistress on the understanding that Ours/ours would be a relationship not about sex but about service. A male serving a Female in other words. I was thrilled and made a simple request then and there. i asked if i could kneel and worship Her boots. She simply smiled and offered up Her boot. my whole world seemed to drift into slow motion as i fell to my knees, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon the black leather. From there i became lost in kissing and licking at Her boot, lost in subspace. Our/our relationship forever changed at that point as i became Her servant boy as well as Her special ‘friend’. From then on i made time during my week to run Her errands, clean Her apartment, escort Her on social occasions when She couldn’t be bothered to find another male to serve that purpose and clean and polish Her extensive boot collection ( a particular favorite activity of mine). She continued to live the rest of Her life as before and She would fill me in on all the details of Her latest dates and the nights out with Her girlfriends at the male strip club. I will forever adore Jodi for allowing me the privilege of serving Her and for Her close friendship.







Shannon was another Girl who was not a close friend, more of an acquaintance. With long jet black hair, smouldering hot looks and a body any man would gladly worship She knew full well what effect She had on males. Not only did She know it She was 22 but would wear oh-so-tight sexy school-girl uniforms to Her lectures. Lots of tight curves with a full mid-riff on show. All the men would snap to attention as She sauntered passed. When She stopped males would surround Her like planets in orbit around a burning star. All the while She held court with an arrogant, almost icy, demeanor  offering them only the faintest acknowledgement. At party’s all the boys would take turns trying to talk to Her, desperate to crack Her icy defenses. Each would in turn be shot down. i remember taking a turn myself once at a party. Casually getting close enough to Her to initiate a conversation. She utterly refused to cooperate. Finally, irritated,  She simply asked “why are you talking to me?”. Rebuked and having no good answer other than finding Her irresistible I slipped away with my shrunken balls between my legs, suitably humiliated. Shannon did that all the time, toying with men with Her continuous tease and deny routine. I’d seen Her flirt with and reject so many men it was obvious to any casual observer what She was about. Jodi, who knew Her much better than i did told me that when around just ‘the Girls’ She would openly target some hapless guy to flirt with mercilessly just so She could then reject him. Shannon was a Girl on a sexual power-trip, hurting males not as an unintended side effect of Her alluring beauty but with absolute intent. Jodi explicitly told me to “stay away from Her babe, She’s a real man-eater. I know how weak you are around Women, She’ll destroy you”. Knowing the way Jodi reduced men to Her helpless playthings this warning was worth heeding.

Yet watching Shannon in action was a thing of beauty. The way She wrapped men around Her pretty little finger was breathtaking. The moment She entered a room no man could ever consider himself Her equal. Her icy, arrogant beauty silently pressed on men's souls awakening a lust She was happy to fuel but refused to satiate.

So there You/you have it. Three short anecdotes from my past of Women completely comfortable with Their sexuality, fearless in Their exploitation of male desire and demanding of male worship and sacrifice.

As much as Women like these wound the male soul we wouldn't change Them in any way. Their Intelligence, Beauty and Alluring Femininity make Them by nature deserving of abject worship by males.

we are not worthy.


Thursday, 28 May 2015

Shaming Season Redux ( #mybodymybusiness )

Principal's nightmare/School boys fantasy
Scanning the news over the past few days Goddess brought my attention to a series of articles repeating a theme that seems to recur every year at about this time. That is the attempts by school admins to crack down on what they perceive as inappropriate clothing choices by Girls.

What is apparent is that once again this year many Girls are choosing to dress as They deem appropriate and provoking disciplinary actions by Their schools. Often this is the result of these young Women wearing something as innocuous as ripped jeans (which are back in style it seems), a shapely top or something that shows a little midriff. What is once again notable is that these Girls are  the prototypical modern Alpha-Girl, straight A students and socially popular. Logically these Girls feel successful and confident. Following from that They rightly feel that can make Their own decisions about what is appropriate for Them. Schools claim that their goal is to produce students who are the confident, knowledgeable, independent, "leaders of tomorrow" yet they persecute the very Girls who are the prime examples of these qualities.

It seems they can abide anything except a hint of Female sexuality. That sends them into a panic. Even in modern western society there is an urge in some circles to cover Women up, to tell Them what to do. In other words to control Women’s sexuality.

What is it they find so intimidating? These Girls are the top students with the brightest future. They routinely leave Their male classmates in the dust. These educators must by now accept being in a Female dominated setting where the males are routinely second class.  It seems some people still live in denial about the Female future. There is still this impulse to protect boys from the siren call of those alluring Feminine curves. Unfortunately they think the only way to control the boys is to control and repress Women, to deny that Women can be sexual beings, to dehumanize  them in effect.

While it is absolutely true the males can’t resist the allure of the Female, that is a male problem. It isn’t the responsibility of these Girls to control the behavior of Their male classmates. To quote from one of the articles ;

"To ask female students to put sweaters on and 'cover up' to ensure the male students are not distracted or exposed to female sexuality is sexist and outdated," .... "This standard presumes that female students are considered a distraction and therefore its a females actions that must be policed."


This is exactly correct. Could it be that these Girls are in fact dressing to provoke a male reaction? Possibly in some cases but again so what? Are these young Women not allowed to explore Their sexuality and the natural power in gives them vis-a-vis males.

Is it OK for males to witness the intellectual/social superiority of Women in their classroom yet not be allowed to feel the sexual power of Women as well? This is of course ludicrous . These males who daydream through the school day are the first to rush home and masturbate their brains out watching porn, a clear manifestation of the power that Feminine sexuality has over them. Making the Girls cover up is not going to do anything to change this.

Persecuting Girls to fix the boy ‘problem’ (if it is actually a ‘problem’ and not just the natural state of males) is beyond nonsensical.

Fortunately these Girls are fighting back, taking to the media and social media to protest and organizing mass acts of disobedience. They know full well that ‘fixing’ the boys is not Their problem. Covering up Women is not going to cause a sudden improvement in boys test scores and it sends a terrible message to these Women as they embark on Their futures.

It’s all rather disgusting.

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Knowledge Strangling Ignorance

I’ve always been fascinated by this piece of artwork, a copy of which hangs in Goddesses home. It’s called “Knowledge Strangling Ignorance” by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope. Despite its appearance it’s a relatively modern work of art.

What i’ve always been struck by is the overt Female Supremacist nature of the painting. The artist deliberately chooses to depict ‘ignorance’ as male. That force which holds back humanity and is distinctly animalistic as suggested by its nudity, closeness to the ground and grotesque facial expression. Its faded color suggesting darkness and primitiveness. It’s chains suggestive of it keeping humanity in chains. its one free limb a sinister reminder that ignorance always threatens to break loose and cause havoc.

‘Knowledge” is clearly Female. That which uplifts humanity. She is strong, confidant and full of color. She is dressed in colorful, ornate clothing suggesting sophistication, Her wings show the capacity of Knowledge to uplift. The glimpse of Her breast makes it clear She is Feminine.

What most impresses me though is Her fierceness. Look at the expression on Her face. Such determination. Note how She literally knee’s the ignorant male in the crotch area. Is the artist equating male sexuality with ignorance, something which should be crushed? Note also how She aggressively grabs his hair and wraps a hand around his throat, squeezing the breath out of him. She is above him and stronger than he is. She is the one who placed him in shackles and chains. She dominates him.

In the background we see a high castle representing civilization. A red banner mirroring the red wings of Knowledge suggesting civilization was made possible by Her.

At the lowest level We/we see an open door suggesting the possibility that ignorance always threatens to enter.

A wonderful work of art which i always admire.

Friday, 13 March 2015

Her Pleasure

Update : Goddess took some time to review this post and pointed out several typos and poorly worded sentences. "This is a bit sloppy ethan, i expect better. Maybe one whack from my crop per typo will give you the incentive to do better"

Needless to say i went through line by line trying to clean up my mistakes.

Goddess does have a small request to Our/our readers.

"When you see any typos or sloppy writing please leave a comment and I'll ensure 'corrective measures' are taken"




Early last evening as i was preparing supper i was caught by surprise by Goddess. She arrived home early from work while i was still in the middle of preparing diner.

She entered the kitchen suddenly and began surveying the scene. I noticed that She was in an exceptionally joyful mood. She seemed intent on teasing me just for fun.

“I see supper is not ready yet. Just what do you do all day anyway?”

“you haven’t even finished the salad”

i just took Her playful little shots in stride and smiled at Her while continuing my work.

i didn’t even see Her pick up a plastic spatula from the counter before She delivered a series of playful smacks across my behind. Nothing painful, just a teasing little assertion of Her authority. She grabbed my right ass check possessively, squeezed hard and whispered in my ear “after diner you’re going to pleasure me ’till I’m completely satisfied”

“yes mistress” i said unable to contain my grin.

“Remember My rule, sex on demand. Any time, any place and any way i like it for as long as i like it. Right?”

“of course Mistress”

That ‘rule’ went back some time. She had demanded it as a condition for allowing me to live in Her home. i of course agreed (really what man would not) but it has long sense been made clear to me that She expected that rule to be honored. No excuses. Goddess even put me through some conditioning to reach the point where when given ‘the look’ from Her and a snap of Her fingers i get hard. Yes She has fucked with my mind to that extent and i love Her for it.

I opened the bottle of wine on the counter and poured Her a glass. She took a single sip, giving me the wickedest look with Her smouldering eyes then turned and sauntered off out of the kitchen.

i of course gave a long admiring examination of Her sublime curves as She left.

i was already hard, my swollen cock straining against my briefs and pants. i could feel a little wet spot of pre-cum form on my briefs.

I was ready to go but She made me wait. Her terms as always.

I served diner and we sat down at the table. Goddess inquired as to what i’d been up to today as She ran Her foot along my leg from under the table and stalked me with Her eyes.

She of course knows i’m always a little reluctant to talk about my days as i don’t consider my daily routine as interesting and significant as Hers. I did however do my best to recount my trip to the market, doing Her laundry to perfection (no mistakes like before), the vacuuming and cleaning of the apartment. I also did some online research that She had requested and prepared dinner.

“i always think it’s best when my tasks go unnoticed because when You do notice something it’s because it hasn’t been done to your standards”

She laughed at that remark. “True enough I am a perfectionist and lately I haven’t had much to complain about, you’ve been well trained and it shows”

With that remark She began rubbing the front of my pants with Her foot appreciating my obvious hardness which i did nothing to hide.

“Oh by the way i had an e-mail from Lisa today. She would like you to clean Her condo next week. I told Her Tuesday would be fine so you’ll be taking the early train into the city. Meet Lisa at Her place before She goes to work and She’ll give you any further instructions. She and I will be going out to diner Tuesday evening so you’ll stay at Her place and I’ll pick you up in the evening. Remember you are to follow all of Her instructions exactly. She’s the boss of you while you’re under Her roof.

“of course Goddess just like always”

With dinner winding down i poured Goddess another glass of wine and began to clear the dishes.

“Leave it, you can finish that later, after I’m finished with you”

With that She took me by the hand and i followed Her into the bedroom. Once past the door She turned to face me, came close and we kissed. A slow, gentle wet kiss with mouths opening ever wider bit by bit, tongues probing and swirling around one another, tasting each other with ever more intensity. I broke my mouth away to passionately kiss the soft curve of Her neck as She breathlessly whispered

“Strip. I want to feel your body”

i began to pull my shirt over my head and Her soft hands were all over my chest before my shirt hit the floor. She ran her hands lightly down my flanks then with Her right hand She squeezed my nipple while placing the other hand firmly on the front of my pants. i moaned deeply and my manhood twitched, desperate to be taken in hand by its true owner.

Our lips once again locked in a warm, wet, embrace. I reached up to cup the fullness of Her curves through Her top as She cooed, urging me on.

She quickly snapped loose the button of my pants and pushed them down hard. As they dropped away my cock sprang forward in my soft briefs. She held my length in both hands, swirling Her thumb around the sticky wet spot at the tip causing me to moan deeply into Her mouth. She responded by probing mine ever more deeply with Her warm wet tongue as i sucked it firmly.

As our mouths locked in a deep embrace She slipped the tips of Her fingers inside my briefs, tracing the edge back to my ass cheeks. She then rolled them down over my ass and, softly at first, then with ever increasing force she kneaded each cheek. i became lost in the tingling sensation, i probed Her mouth ever deeper with my strong tongue as i cupped her breasts, playfully swirling each firm nipple with my thumb as She sounded Her pleasure.

i pushed towards Her with intent, silently begging for Her to release me from my overstretched cotton cage. At first She just teased me, running one hand over the length of my barely covered erection She shot me a sly teasing smile as while biting Her lower lip.” I see you’re an ‘ass man’”. I stroked Her breasts in desperation as She closed Her eyes and leaned against me, lost in the moment. Soon i felt both of Her hands inside the fabric, pulling forward and stretching it over my length.

I gasped as She snapped the fabric quickly past my swollen cock head and my entire length sprang free. i looked down to see my manhood pulsing and trembling with each heavy heartbeat, each deep breath. 'Free' at last.

“you’re huge”

We again kissed deeply tasting each others desperation. Silently i begged Her to touch me.

She’s wasn't in any hurry.

There’s nothing i find hotter than that moment when i’ve been stripped bare and am standing before Her. my body, fully erect manhood and brazen lust for Her fully displayed. At that moment i am completely lost in Her, totally bare, offering Her my unconditional surrender.

Yet She took Her time in accepting my capitulation.

Fully clothed She took a step back and surveyed Her property up and down. Her gaze then fixed on my throbbing sex as She stepped back into my space.

Slipping Her soft hand around my cock pumping me twice before cupping my balls. my mind swirled in ecstasy.

“You can undress me now...boy”

She turned, still holding my ball sac, and leaned the curve of Her ass into me. My erection slid up against Her skirt. My breathing became short and rapid.

I slowly, gently lifted Her top over Her head and unsnapped Her bra.

Ever so delicately i slid the straps over Her soft shoulders. my hands following them down to Her full, ever-so-soft, breasts. I slid Her bra off and cupped each one in a full hand, tracing their orbit with my fingers as i flicked each hard, swollen, nipple with my thumbs. She moaned, tossing Her head back. I pressed myself against Her, my leaking cock gliding over Her naked lower back. Leaning in i placed my lips on Her neck delivering an intense kiss, almost a bite. Almost.

She tightened Her grip on my balls. i gasped knowing She could literally crush me in Her hand if She choose to. Instead She melted into my proffered pleasures.

Gradually i moved one had to the back of Her skirt and undid the buttons and zipper, letting it fall to the floor.

Moving Her hand back to my cock and began to pump me once again. i shuddered in pleasure as She turned around to face me.

Reaching under She again wrapped a soft warm hand around my balls. This time She pulled down, not quite enough to hurt me but enough so that i understand Her intent.

Slowly i descended to my knees, tracing Her long sculptural legs with my hands as i went.

Placing both hands on my head, taking a firm grip on my hair, She moved one foot forward and released my head. I bowed down and placed a series of feverish kisses upon Her foot, knowing not to stop until She was satisfied.

At last She snapped Her finger.

I knelled up, fully at attention.

Lightly caressing Her thighs i reached up to clasp the sides of Her lingerie. i could just make out of the mound of Her sex traced upon the satiny fabric. leaning in i pressed my tongue against Her, running it over Her covered Womanhood as She moaned, pushed my face against Her and began to grind Her satin covered sex against my mouth and tongue leaving the front of Her panties dampened with my saliva and Her excitement. The scent of Her pleasure engulfed me.

Satisfied for the moment She allowed me to slip Her lingerie past Her thighs as i slipped the tip of my tongue over the length of the opening of Her lower lips, now sticky with Her pleasure. i probed ever deeper with each pass, gathering Her intense, thick, molten excitement on my tongue,  swirling it around Her hard, swollen clit as i reached the plateau of Her mound.

She gasped and moaned, almost like an animal, as She pushed my face against Her and ground me into Her wetness.  My lips and face became coated. Resting my mouth i teased Her sex with my fingers but She wouldn’t have it. She took the opportunity to grab me by the hair and pull me after Her on my knees as She lay on the bed positioning Her sex on the edge of the mattress.

She pulled me against Her once again.

“down boy” She virtually panted.

my face again descended into Her arousal and I probed Her temple with my tongue, pressing it against the upper wall the way i know gives Her such pleasure. my own lust and wants were forgotten though my cock still stood fully erect, leaking with desire. I listened for and felt every reaction as my tongue swirled around Her bud. She moaned in near climax as i probed deeply around the side and sucked. She grew ever nearer to climax as i reached up and cupped each soft breast in my hands, tracing their outline and gently caressing and flicking Her errect nipples.

I pushed on and on. Her entire body became ever more tense and Her breathing shortened. My tongue and jaw ached, my face sticky and raw.

Then it happened. She became breathless, Her body tensed, She lifted Her sex against my face and the wave of Her climax crashed against me. She threw Her arms over Her head in victory as Her pleasure was released while i was left drowning in the wetness of Her lust.

“Wow, oh wow” is all She could get out as She caressed my head and took a moment to gather Herself. i took a moment to rest and admire Her contentment. i love seeing Her in that state knowing i am able to please Her so much.

I’m still left aching for Her however, my cock still at full attention, still desperate. Like an eager puppy at Her feet hoping for more.

For several moments the silence was punctuated only by our breaths, Hers calm and relaxed, mine short and sharp. The smell of sex hung in the air.

Then She rose to Her feet.

“Get up here on the bed” was all She said gesturing towards the pillows. As i crawled up onto the mattress and lay on my back i put my arms behind my head and spread my leads wide offering Her a view of my excited package on full display.

“Good, you’re still hard” She said matter-of-factly as She rummaged through Her ‘cabinet of implements’ in the corner of the room, finally pulling out a set of stainless steel handcuffs and sauntered back to the bed.

She climbed aboard and straddled me just above the waist. Without saying a word She lowered Herself, allowing Her full soft breasts to fall on my face, which i began to suck and lick instinctively. She paid little attention to my ministrations instead She just tugged at my arm demanding that i release it from behind my head. Complying, but only half aware, i offered it up and She snapped the cold hard steel around my wrist, closing it tight with a rapid series of metallic clicks. She then pushed it between the metal bars of the head board and,grabbing my other wrist, positioned it next to the first on the opposite side of the rail and ratcheted the second cuff shut. i playfully tested the restraints, pulling against the rail showing i knew i was trapped.

With that She kissed me deeply, demanding my mouth yield to Hers. My cock became fully hard again. Releasing my lips She slid down past my cock and positioned Herself with Her knees outside each of my legs. With one hand She cupped my balls while simultaneously teasing my ass with Her fingernails. I became rock hard, gasped and lifted my ass to give myself fully to Her. Clutching the bed rail i closed my eyes and became lost in pleasure as She stroked my balls and lightly caressed my behind. With Her second hand She ran Her fingers from my ball sac to the head of my cock. My whole body shuddered and the bed frame rattled as i squeezed out a stream of pre-cum so thick it felt almost like cumming. Opening my eyes i hazily just stared at Her in complete awe. She stared back at me with a wicked grin like a Lioness ready to playfully devour Her prey.

She stroked me again and again until She was sure i was at full length and maximum stiffness. She then slid Her body up over mine, sliding Her slick wet slit over the length of my cock. I hungrily twitched at Her as She pulled another sticky string of pre-cum from me. Placing both hands on the side of my shoulders She again lowered Her soft orbs to my face and i devoured them with my mouth as my aching manhood begged silently for Her sopping wetness. She moved back just enough to lower Her sex to mine. Reaching back She grabbed my hardness and rubbed my cockhead up and down the length of Her wet slit over and over causing us both to tremble with pleasure. She then held me and slipped just the head of my cock inside Her. i inhaled deeply, rattling my handcuffs. i knew what this was, a sublime form of torture.

She then positioned me just so and began feverishly grinding the head of my cock against the upper wall of Her Pussy, slowly at first then faster and faster and faster. i struggled to match Her motions but couldn’t keep up. i tried to reach deeper inside Her but She just pulled away quickly denying me.

We/we both know full well two things about this position.

She always cums this way and i never do.

She ground Herself on me drawing ever closer to pure bliss as i flicked and sucked at Her tits. i’m as hard as can be but just can’t get over the edge as my cock becomes ever more raw from Her furious grinding.

Then She came with a squeal and a moan as She rode out the waves of pleasure. i just held on in frustration not quite able to get there.

She collapsed in bliss on me, Her head on my shoulder She whispered breathlessly into my ear,

“you’re My sex animal”

Still at peak arousal i opened my legs to show Her my still unsatisfied hunger, my hard cock pulsing and dripping but She just stared at my sex in mindless fascination gently toying with my balls and running Her fingers very lightly across my length. I just moaned accepting whatever little pleasures She had to give.

As always Her pleasure is paramount and mine secondary. i get what She decides to give. Sometimes She is just greedy and takes everything from me, which i give readily and gladly.

By this time we were both spent and exhausted, my erection beginning to soften. i can’t keep it up for this long no matter how much i’ve been edged.

After laying there for a few moments Goddess just says, “I’m going to unlock you so you can go finish cleaning the dishes”

With that i was dismissed. She unlocked one cuff, not bothering with the second but not giving me the key either.

I got up and began to pick my clothes up from the floor but She simply said “you don’t need any clothes to do that”

In other words ‘I’m finished with you now go finish your duties and leave me alone’.

With that i marched off to the kitchen, my semi-hard erection leading the way, a pair of steel handcuffs swinging from my wrist.

Unsatisfied yet happy i channeled my sexual energy into my work. The kitchen sparkled.









  




Monday, 9 March 2015

The Diminished male

By now most Everyone/everyone has heard of the latest research on male penis size. Just over 15,000 male’s measurements were incorporated into this to give the definitive answer on male penis size.
What males Think Matters
What Really Matters
That answer being

About 5.1 inches or 13.2 cm.

Yes that’s correct the old standard of 6 inches has been shown to be overstated by a significant margin. Now it probably doesn’t come as a huge surprise to Females when They hear about the size of the male package having been grossly exaggerated. For males however this means being taken down a notch.



For males the cock is the very essence of who he is. It symbolizes his virility, strength, fertility and capacity to pleasure Women (in his mind anyway). It is a males favorite toy, a source of endless self-pleasure, a release valve for the single males all-consuming lust. Most males if left to their own devices are chronic masturbators. we find it almost impossible to keep our hands off of ourselves. As i noted in the previous article boys don’t seem to invest nearly as much time in doing homework and social activities and this is one thing leading to boys diminished academic performance. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that this era of ‘internet everywhere’ and an endless supply of porn males are saying no to homework and yes, Yes, YES!! to masturbation. As i’ve said before i don’t think this is all bad, it allows Girls to strengthen Their academic  dominance and does in fact represent a form of Goddess worship (if not necessarily the healthiest kind).

In the old patriarchal culture the large male penis was presented as a symbol of male dominance. i find it quite satisfying and appropriate that in this more enlightened and Feminine age the penis has been diminished. Cut down to size if You/you will. The myth of the large powerful cock has been exposed as myth right in line with the myth of male superiority.

Now You/you may be wondering about yours truly. Well i have always considered myself just average in that department. Goddess has however, on the few occasions She has bother to make a pronouncement on the subject,  referred to me as “big”. i had always assumed She was mocking me or being sarcastic. It never really occurred to me that She was just being frank.

One evening last week i was summoned by Goddess into Her home office. As i entered i gently bowed my head as per protocol and said “yes Goddess?”

i noticed that She had open on Her computer screen a copy of one of the articles on this subject that i had sent to Her.

“Display yourself” was Her simple command. In Her household This means i am to remove any clothing i may be wearing. i then place my hands behind my head, bow my head slightly, spread my legs wide apart and bend my knees. This last bit allows my balls to hang freely between my legs, fully on display. This is a general position used by Goddess when She wishes to inspect Her male, give a lecture to or administer some form of punishment or discipline.

i have to admit i love is position. i always drift into subspace when She commands me to ‘assume the position’ and i get an almost instant erection.

Goddess then stood up from Her desk, picked up a plastic transparent ruler and walked towards me.

“Look at Me ethan” She commanded and i, of course obeyed.

Standing within my personal space, Eye to eye with me, i could feel the heat of Her presence as her warm, soft hand enveloped my pulsing manhood, swelling to fill Her firm grip.  She leaned in and planted a slow, soft, oh-so-very-wet kiss on my lips and i hungrily reciprocated while i pushed forward into Her hand trying to desperately give my full length. With that She slid Her hand up to the head of my eager cock and squeezed out a dollop of sticky, slick pre-cum leaving my mind reeling as She stroked the length of my slicked shaft. my body trembling every time Her hand passed over my cock head.

I adore Her so much when She places me in that position. It fills me with such a feeling of being completely owned by Her.

At the limits of desperation She maintained Her grip while simultaneously thrusting the end of the ruler firmly against my pubic bone and flat over the surface of my manhood.

“6 inches...just!”

She then released me giving no consideration to my unfulfilled lust. As i gasped trying to find my mind again i could hear Goddess working away and Her keyboard.

“Here ethan, look at this”. i turned to look at Her screen” this shows that your cock is bigger than 91% of males. See i always said you were big and here’s the proof”

my mind was so clouded by lust i didn’t really get a chance to absorb the significance of this at the time. Even after a few days to digest the news i can only make a few observations.

If penis size is so equated with male dominance them why have i always been so submissive to Women? i don’t really care if this gives me some perceived dominance over other males. This sort of male egotism is an abomination to me and certainly has no place in Goddesses world.

Oddly enough Goddess told me that She in fact love’s men with big cocks but not for the reasons You/you might think. As She states it;

“I feel a man’s lips, tongue, mouth, fingers and even his mind are for more important to me sexually. A good sized cock is nice but not necessarily required to please Me. No, i like men with big cocks because there are few things hotter than a well-endowed male, a supposed ‘alpha male’ , down on his knees, bending low and kissing My boot in complete submission. When I lock my collar around his neck, when My whip bites his flesh. It’s the symbolism i enjoy, the knowledge that I can break any male, put him at My feet and he will worship me forever for doing it”

“Ultimately how big a guy is isn’t that relevant. What matters is he knows his place and understands innately his inferior status as a male vis-a-vie Myself and all Women.”
ethan's penis length as measured by Goddess


"That old myth of the big dominant male is such nonsense. Women command and males obey, that's what Mother Nature intended and that's how it is"

Friday, 6 March 2015

The Economist Admits males are The weaker sex

It truly is a sign of the times when a staid, conservative publication such as “The Economist” is forced to admit the superiority of Females in educational attainment and intellectual ability.

Just in the past few days articles were published making these points, one was simply titled “Why Girls do better at school than boys”.

Here an extract ;

“A new study by the OECD, a club of mostly rich countries, examined how 15-year-old boys and girls performed at reading, mathematics and science. Boys still score somewhat better at maths, and in science the genders are roughly equal. But when it comes to the students who really struggle, the difference is stark: boys are 50% more likely than girls to fall short of basic standards in all three areas.”

Now lets let this sink in. It has always been clear that Girls far outperform boys at reading,writing and languages. There has never been any question about this. What i find really interesting here is that in those supposed bastions of male excellence, science and maths, Females have either completely eliminated the gap or have closed it dramatically. Where once boys were always referred to as having superior math abilities that  gap has been reduced to ‘somewhat better’. In science it has been eliminated.

The even more striking statement  is the last sentence. boys are 50% more likely to be deficient in all three areas. In other words the typical poor student is male.

It has also been clear for some time that these superior results follow through to higher education. Women are dominating both enrollment and degree completion in university and have been for some time. The gap in fact seems to be growing.



“Women who go to university are more likely than their male peers to graduate, and typically get better grades. “

-The Economist



Here’s another interesting observation


But men and women tend to study different subjects, with many women choosing courses in education, health, arts and the humanities, whereas men take up computing, engineering and the exact sciences. In mathematics women are drawing level; in the life sciences, social sciences, business and law they have moved ahead.”

The first sentence rolls out that old chestnut suggesting that Girls do better because they choose easier subjects. The next line lays waste to that. Girls have just about pulled even in maths while in life science,business and law they have surged ahead. i also found it funny that they chose not to mention medicine which is now literally a Female dominated domain. Western medical schools are now reporting 60-70% Female enrollment.

When i mentioned this last point to Goddess, Who has some knowledge of this area, She simply stated that “medical schools only accept students with the absolute highest grades and those students are Girls”

With math falling away as a male domain and arts, business, law, medicine and life sciences already Female Dominated can there be little doubt that many Girls are firmly setting Their sites on the lucrative software and engineering fields. There are already many programs coming on line to encourage Women to sturdy in these areas and i’ll provide a couple of anecdotal examples.

In my last paid job i worked for a large software company. My boss and my bosses boss were both Women. Women were product managers for two critical new products and they both got things done and drove those products to completion. There was no grumbling or complaining among all the males who were subordinate to these Women. In fact the male employees highly respected Their bosses and worked very hard to see that these projects were a success. The Women were highly respected and admired for both Their technical abilities and managerial skills. In fact in the division where i worked about 40% of the employees were Female. It was not the male citadel  one would be lead to believe exists in software engineering. The company was also very actively encouraging Women to move upward in management and working hard to recruit more Women employee’s and student interns.

As a second example i don’t have to look any further that Goddesses younger Sister. She completed double university  degrees in both arts and computer science, then a masters in computer science and went on to form Her own software company based on the technology She developed in graduate school. On a recent road trip while i was driving the car the two Sisters were engaged in an hours long discussion about business, management and tax issues. i pretty much just kept my eyes on the road since i didn’t really have anything to contribute to this conversation. It was however fascinating to listen to the intense discourse between these two brilliant Women.

So this raises the question as to why Girls have been so academically successful and continue to show so much momentum in this area as the boys fall away into a secondary (at best) status.

One place many are unwilling to go is to simply acknowledge that Women/Girls are, on average, more intelligent than men/boys. This concept may make some uncomfortable but it’s a logical conclusion based on the evidence. Women score a bit higher than males on traditional IQ tests, which is one form of intelligence testing but when one looks at the totality of the academic testing and performance the differences seem rather pronounced.

Once the playing field between Girls and boys was leveled it was game over for the boys

Other aspects of Women’s intelligence and personality also give them a distinct advantage. Women read more, work harder and are less distracted by trivial things. Women’s superior combination of intelligence, hard work, dedication, drive and ambition gives Them the edge. Did you ever notice how Women in university seem to have their whole academic career mapped out very early. They have figured out all the steps needed to get into med school, for example, and work like crazy to get there. They don’t get distracted by boys, video games, porn, sports etc. They are by nature more diligent and have superior ‘emotional intelligence’. A vital characteristic needed in dealing with employees and negotiations.

i recently saw a study which measured 15 characteristics associated with successful managers. On 11 of the 15 Women were judged superior to males and scored even with them on the other four. It is now widely recognized that Women make the best managers.

So let’s all just get that out of the way and state the simple truth.

Women possess an overall intelligence superior that that of males


i firmly believe this, i believe the evidence supports this and all my life i’ve been witness to countless incidents and examples which reenforce this conclusion.

This is something We/we all should celebrate.

So with International Women’s Day upon Us/us lets consider another point.

General Motors
Hewlett-Packard
Oracle
Yahoo
IBM
Xerox
Avon
General Dynamics
Lockheed Martin
PepsiCo
DuPont
TJX
Duke Energy
Campbell Soup
Advanced Micro Devices

A who’s who of the Fortune 500 right? Well guess what? Today, in 2015, each of these companies is lead by a Female CEO. Isn’t that amazing. Could you imagine such a list just 40 years ago. It would have seemed impossible. It’s amazing just how fast Women have risen to the highest levels in the corporate world.

Yet this area remains perhaps the greatest challenge to the advancement of Women. The business world indeed remains an ‘old-boys’ network and Women remain underrepresented.

It’s clear that these old men will hold on ‘tooth and nail’ to their ‘mad men’ world of male privilege. The only solution is perhaps to legally mandate Women’s inclusion. It is already understood that Women make better managers and deliver better results than their male counterparts so something must give. Shareholders should be demanding this and governments should be legally mandating it.

In fact just this week the German government moved to mandate a minimum percentage of female corporate officers in German companies. This is huge and a great start. It’s about time governments took steps to address these contrived obstacles to Women’s success.

Of course it took a government lead by a Women and a fellow Female cabinet minister to make it happen. Showing how Women in government can move against overt patriarchy. It’s also worth celebrating  the fact that the most powerful and successful country in Europe is lead by a Women as well.

It also looks like the Democratic party in the United States is leaning towards a Female candidate in the next presidential election. In fact the only two candidates talked about are both Women.

Things are coming into place. The Female Future is advancing, sometimes by fits and starts but it is advancing. That is something worth thinking about this weekend.




Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Mainstream Femdom : Mila Kunis in That 70's Show

Goddess and i were in a kind of silly mood on Saturday evening so She decided She wanted to watch something mindless. i cued up an early episode of “That 70’s Show” on one of the streaming services and settled in for what i thought would be a rather carefree and hopefully humorous period of relaxation.

Not long into the show i began to notice something about the character of Jackie played by the lovely Mila Kunis.  Jackie is infused with a strong sense of Her own Beauty and the power and entitlement that flows from that awareness. The object of Her affections is the hapless michael, a sex crazed but otherwise not too bright male. Jackie uses Her sexuality and fierce personality to completely dominate Michael despite his urges to participate in teen antics with his male friends.

It is this Female-male conflict that is central to the story. michael’s friends see the overpowering influence Jackie has on him and keep encouraging him to dump Her. They even refer to him as being ‘whipped’.

Upon herring him referred to that way Goddess paused the video and giggled. “I never expected to be watching a show about Female Supremacy”

i related to Goddess just how much i loved that word ‘whipped’. It has such figurative and literal meaning. Being ‘whipped’ is an expression so well understood that it has become infused into daily life and only ever refers to a male, one who is under the complete control of, and in submission to, the Women in his life.

As the story continues michael’s male friends begin to have some success in pulling him away from Jackie’s influence, mainly by attempting to deceive Jackie into believing that michael is giving Her his full attention when in fact he isn’t.

their plot begins to unravel as jackie realizes what’s going on.  This sets up the climactic scene wherein Jackie sets out to put michael firmly back on Her leash and show the boys whose Boss.

michael and his male friends are at their favourite hangout when jackie enters, approaches them and demands to speak with michael. She then moves away from the group expecting him to follow. His slowness in responding tests Her patience.

From across the room She raises Her voice in that tone all males recognize as the distinct ‘Voice of Feminine Authority’

“michael, I’m waiting!”

Which of course causes michael to jump and run to Her side. Jackie proceeds to then lay down the law (or more accurately ‘Her Law’) and michael quickly capitulates and prepares to leave with Jackie.

Jackie however is not quite finished yet. As She passes by michael’s male friends She tosses Her head back in an arrogant victorious gesture that, without saying a word, tells the boys that their little rebellion has been crushed. The Queen has reasserted Her authority not only over michael but over boys in general. The natural order has been upheld.

As michael gets ready to leave his friends make one last ditch effort to pull him back but michael has a simple response. he asks ‘raise your hand, everyone who’s ‘getting any’”. michael’s is the only hand that goes up and in that moment We/we see not only the boy’s acknowledging that they have nothing to compete with the allure of a beautiful Women but that in truth they would gladly change places with michael if they could.

Goddess and i both had a good laugh at that last scene because it is something that Everyone/everyone can relate to.

i remember back in university when one of the guys in our circle would start a new relationship and suddenly disappear into Her world only to occasionally reemerge usually with Her at his side. his behaviour and attitude would usually have become adapted to meet with Her approval and he would only participate in events and activities which had Her explicit ok. The guys could clearly see that our friend had been ‘whipped’ and was totally under Her stiletto healed boot. The only time he would return to the pack was if he had been unceremoniously  dumped, which of course in our twenty’s happened a lot.

i remember one friend, jacob, who was perhaps the most ‘whipped’ man i had ever known up to that point. jacob was totally under Bonny’s thumb. i’ll never forget the time that jacob brought Bonny a coffee before class. She took one sip and in front of all Our/our friends said “yuck...GO FIX THIS!”. Jacob almost freaked out and jumped up to run across the quad as fast as possible without saying a word. The round trip took him almost 15 minutes and made him late for class. Upon his return Bonny just took the coffee without any acknowledgement of his efforts and Jacob sighed noticeably in relief. i distinctly recall my very cute Girlfriend at the time , who happened to be Bonny’s best friend, trying to stifle Her giggles at witnessing this scene. Everyone in Our/our group of friends could see the dynamic that existed between Bonny and jacob. While Everyone/everyone was a bit taken aback by the overt D/s nature of Bonny and jacob’s relationship it wasn’t lost on Anyone/anyone that Theirs/theirs was probably the strongest and most happy one during the time in which many of Us/us fell in and out of relationships. jacob was without a doubt the happiest guy i knew at the time, he genuinely exuded a state of true contentment while everyone else struggled to figure out their lives, relationships and future. i certainly envied jacob and made it my personal goal to find a fierce beautiful Goddess to worship.