How Times Change:The Evolution of Maxim Magazine

The New Maxim

The Old Maxim

If We/we needed more evidence of the emerging Female led society lets look no further than to some of the recent changes occurring at Maxim magazine, that icon of the male gaze and frat boy lifestyle.

Maxim was founded in the 90’s during a period i feel was the last hurrah of uninhibited male sexuality. Maxim emerged (along with FHM) as a sort of ‘Playboy Lite”. Light on female nudity (though not leaving much to the imagination) and light on serious journalism. By eschewing full nudity but keeping it very sexy Maxim managed to both achieve easier distribution then Playboy or Penthouse while at the same time convincing many Female celebrities to grace its pages who wouldn’t be interested in posing nude.

Maxim was widely read by males during the 90’s and early 00’s and  achieved great success. This was also an era when male oriented porn exploded onto the scene thanks to the internet and Female porn stars such as Jenna Jameson became mainstream celebrities. These porn stars were uninhibited and unashamed with regards to Their raw sexuality, actually something positive about this era. Porn was suddenly everywhere and watched by everyone, well every male anyway. Women would usually be exposed to it out of curiosity  and / or through Their boyfriends who wanted their Girlfriends to be ‘into it’ and replicate the onscreen performance in the bedroom. Most Women I knew at the time found this material ridiculous and were frustrated by men’s fascination with it. This was an era when i witnessed many males discussing porn scenes in mixed company. Something Women really didn’t appreciate.

This was also the era of Baywatch. i doubt there is a male around today who saw that show who doesn’t recall watching the scenes of the beautiful Pamela Anderson and Yasmine Bleeth running on the beach in the red, tight swimsuits. So many males watched these hypnotic scenes that it became a running joke (recall Joey and Chandler on ‘Friends’). Can any male actually describe the plot of a single Baywatch episode. Not really.

So while men at the time probably viewed this era as a golden age of uninhibited male sexuality i feel all the signs of the coming Feminine age were emerging. Many males were just too busy pleasuring themselves to notice.

In mainstream media this was the era when the Strong Female leading character began to emerge.  Xena Warrior Princess and even more so Buffy the Vampire Slayer. These shows portrayed Women who were strong, or who learned to be strong to triumph over great danger and, often, male aggression. These shows portrayed Women as leaders with great strength, confidence and intelligence. i think that’s why so many Women gravitated towards these programs. They saw characters Who were more like They perceived Themselves to be or at least aspired to be. Many males also took notice of these shows and appreciated the message. i for one had great doubts about the pervasive ‘cock’ culture of the time. It was obvious to me how smart and ambitious the Women around me were. i don’t think i was the only male to be in awe of them.

Gradually i began to notice a pattern among my Female friends at the time. Take my friend Lynn as an example. She was a double major, president of a theater club and worked part time as well to pay Her way through University. She was always insanely busy yet made the deans list year after year. i was completely awestruck by Her. She was in a relationship through most of University with a shallow, lazy, selfish guy who never put Her before himself. It was always so depressing for me to see and hear how he neglected this stunning Goddess. What many people thought was a stable relationship ended suddenly after four years. Lynn had enough and with graduation approaching She decided that this guy was just dead weight who would contribute nothing to furthering Her ambitions.

I saw the same pattern play out again and again. Tara was a stunning, super intelligent blonde. For nearly two years She dated a guy who didn’t listen to Her, always resisted Her demands and even cheated on Her. A typical ‘Maxim man’ You / you could say. This relationship also ended suddenly when She dumped his ass. Tara went on to have a super successful career leaving him eating Her dust.

I saw this pattern repeated again and again. males who had bought into this whole selfish culture of porn, sports and video games were flailing when i came to sustaining real relationships with Women. The onscreen starlets they were so fascinated with may have acted like the cock hungry ‘dumb blonde’ but the real Women they interacted with everyday were full of intelligence and driving ambition and were increasingly unwilling to tolerate with the horny, lazy males this culture produced.

This was a culture in which most guys were content to just scrape buy and who gave little thought to the future. males whose free time was taken up by watching porn or sports while the Girls studied, worked and planned Their futures. It’s remarkable to see today just how much more successful my Female classmates from that era have been compared with the men. It was an era of clashing sexual cultures and though at the time it looked like the males were running the board any careful observer saw all the signs of Female triumph that lay ahead. In the end the Girls won and that’s a good thing. They deserved to win.

Not every couple at the time clashed this way of course. Take Amanda and todd. i knew todd first and he introduced me to this brainy business major he started dating. When i met Her i instantly responded to Her confidence and intelligence. todd was so deferential  and submissive around Her. If She told him to do something he hopped to it straight away. Her ambition was to conquer the world, todd’s singular ambition was to help Her do it. i really didn’t realize just how dominant Amanda was until the Female business students put on a ‘Mistress/slave’ themed party. Nothing serious, just for fun really though it had clear elements of Female triumphalism to it. I managed to finagle an invite via Amanda and went with Her friend Janet who brought me along on a leash, which thrilled me as you might expect. But Amanda was something out of this world. She wore a black leather bra and pants with stiletto boots while wielding a riding crop and holding a collared and leashed todd who wore only a g-string. todd waited on Her hand and foot and She would occasionally bend him over and spank his ass with Her crop which todd seemed to rather enjoy and the other Women seemed to appreciate.

Amanda and todd remain together today and have one of the most loving and strong relationships i have ever seen.  Amanda is the CFO at Her company. While todd also works outside the home Amanda accounts for about 80% of the the household income. When i visit Their/their home it’s obvious just how devoted and in love with Amanda todd remains. It’s also obvious that Amanda ‘wears the pants’ in that relationship as well. She earns the bulk of the income and makes the key decisions. When She tells todd to do something he still snaps to it. If he delays Amanda still shoots him ‘the look’ and he obeys straight away. he remains as devoted to Her and Her success as he always has been.

I introduced Goddess to Amanda a few years ago and needless  to say They became fast friends having much in common. Both being driven successful career Women with devoted, submissive, obedient males at home. todd and i often joke about our status but agree we are two of the luckiest men in the world.

So lets return to today and the changes at Maxim. The magazines owners obviously felt the need to change with the times to remain relevant to today's male audience. And just how have they decided to do that? Well, by putting a Women (Kate Lanphear ) in charge, of course. Now this is not the first time a Women has run a men’s magazine. Christy Hefner deserves to be recognized for that at Playboy. That however was a different era and She didn’t really change the Playboy formula.

At today’s Maxim the new editor is really shaking things up. The most noticeable change is the move away from the tits and ass cover shots. A few years ago just about every single monthly Maxim cover image would have been of a beautiful Women in a bikini or lingerie, arms raised, breasts or ass out inviting the male to run his eyes over Her alluring curves and open the pages for more.

Over the past few months anyone who picked up a copy of Maxim could not help but notice a huge difference. For the most part the full body bikini cover shots are gone. These have been largely replaced by a tight close of shots of a Women’s face. A beautiful Women to be sure but again only Her face.

The male gaze is met head-on by the Female gaze. The male reader is instantly confronted by an intimate image of confidence and beauty gazing back at him. She’s sexy and sexual but no mans sex toy. The recent cover featuring the lovely Taylor Swift being a great example. She exudes style, confidence and intelligence. The male observer senses right away that this is a real Women, not just some fantasy but One far more talented and successful than he’ll ever be. Instantly he gets the message not just about Her sexual power, that was always there, but about Her superior social and financial status. he feels instantly inferior to Her. This seems like a far more appropriate way for the modern male to begin reading his favourite magazine. It’s also far more realistic. men today are most likely to encounter confident, highly educated, financially independent and more dominant Women in their everyday lives now more than ever. The beautiful Women a male interacts with every day is more likely to be his boss than a bikini model. i think Maxim is starting to send the right message here. Yes Women will always be the subject of male sexual fantasy and the male gaze, that goes back to the cave, but males today need to understand that modern Women deserve, in fact demand, respect for Their intellect and accomplishments both of which are more than likely superior to his own. Maxim acknowledging this sends a powerful message especially to younger men who, by the way, should by now be used to being outclassed by Women. This message should be right in sync with the world they actually live in.

Another welcome change is the realignment of the ‘Hot 100’. Previously this list was simply a contest of physical beauty and popularity. The new list, topped by Taylor Swift, emphasizes not just a Women’s beauty but Her level of success, accomplishments and power. Powerful, successful Women are ‘Hot’. That seems like a much better message for male readers to absorb. From the website We/we take this quote;

“We can talk about “inner beauty” all we like, but as my mother often says, “We eat with our eyes first.” For better or worse, looks matter. Physical attraction is undeniably human. However superficial we may find it, there are people who catch our eye or make us lose our breath.

But as you enjoy the indisputably beautiful women of Maxim’s Hot 100, consider the people behind those beautiful faces. And when you close the pages of this magazine, allow yourself to appreciate a broader range of beautiful skin, fuller bodies, and complicated surfaces. There is a beauty standard, no doubt. But we can and should widen that standard. Beauty of all kinds is all around us. All we need to do is open our minds.”



Maxim asking its readers to consider different kinds of beauty and asking them to consider the Women as actual “people”. Interesting isn’t it?


Finally the content of the magazine seems to be shifting more towards encouraging men to be more stylish and sophisticated. In other words to become the kind of man that might actually show some maturity and be of interest to today's driven career Women. Heck they even put a man on the cover recently to drive home this point.

The open question of course being, is the readership of Maxim mature enough to follow along with all the changes. Will they grow up with the magazine and embrace the changes within it and within the larger society? males can be stubborn and resistant to change. Society will change whether they like it or not. men therefore have a choice. Embrace the new more Feminine order and find a productive role within it or be left behind and marginalized.

Electioneering

As You/you probably know, if You/you have been reading this blog for a while, i’m a huge supporter of Women taking Their rightful place as the leaders of society. i firmly believe, and a mounting pile of evidence supports, my position that Women are societies natural leaders. They simply have far more of the qualities society needs to become a kinder more compassionate place.

So i was thrilled when Goddess returned home the other day and declared

“I’ve signed you up for an important task”

Around here it's time for local elections. One of the leading candidates is a 28 year old Women. Young, super intelligent, vivacious and full of energy and great ideas.

“I had a discussion with Her campaign manager and She...” (yes She) “ says they need volunteers to do lots of grunt work. So i thought of you”

“This weekend you’ll be going around town putting up Her campaign posters. That’s a nice physical outdoor job that’s perfect for you. I’ve also put you at Her disposal for the duration of the campaign. She’ll be calling you tomorrow to give you the details. I told Her you don’t work outside my home so you’ll be available when needed”

“Goddess You make me sound like a kept man” i replied jokingly.

“Yes, so?” She didn’t see the humour in my response.

“Nothing Goddess, please continue”

“Since you’ll be busy all weekend i expect you to move up the gardening work to Friday. Don’t think you can slack off because of this.”

“No Goddess and thank you for this opportunity”

The next morning the phone rang. Picking it up i was greeted with a Female voice.

“Hi, is this ethan?”

“yes it is”

“Hi ethan my name is Amanda. I’m a local city councilor and the campaign manager for xxxx. I’m told you’d be available to help Us with the campaign”

“Yes of course, whatever You need”

“I’m understand you aren’t working at the present time so you’ll be available to help Us”

“i work at home so yes i would love to help you”

This was a slight pause as, i think,  She absorbed that little piece of information.

“Great! you don’t mind doing some physical work do you?”

“no not at all”

“Good because I need people to go around the city putting up posters this weekend. Some other men have volunteered as well so you won’t be alone”

“That’s wonderful and i’d be honored to help You”

“Fantastic”

She gave me all the details of when and where.

I’m really looking forward to this. i love serving intelligent powerful Women and helping them achieve Their goals. Here we have a fantastic Female candidate with a Female-

men at work...for Women!

led campaign. i’ll be supporting Women and taking orders from Women so it’s a terrific role for me.

The Sublime Dominance of Mistress Stephanie (More Summer Vacation)

The following day Goddess announced that Mistress Stephanie would be arriving within the hour for a visit. Looking down at me with a rather serious expression Goddess told me that,

“you need to understand something about Stephanie, ethan. She just doesn’t like boys. I don’t mean that in a small way either. She actually despises males”

“Stephanie is quite wealthy and keeps a collection of men. She doesn’t play around with words like ‘submissive’, to Her they’re just slaves in every sense of the word. She treats them quite harshly, even cruelly. It takes a certain kind of man to serve a Women like that. I’m not sure a sweet, submissive guy like you could take it. She seems to find men who are total pain sluts and She can push even them to the limit and beyond.”

“you might be surprised to hear this from Me since you think i can be pretty strict with you but believe Me you don’t want to cross Stephanie. She and i actually have somewhat different ideas about men. So be on your best behavior and don’t embarrass me”

Close to the appointed hour Goddess received a phone call. Upon hanging up She announced “that was one of Stephanie’s boys calling from the car, She’s about 10 minutes away”

“Quick, bring me your leash”

i scrambled to the nearest wall hook and grabbed the first one i saw, a meter long leash made of stainless steel chain. Returning to Goddess I kneeled before Her and She quickly snapped the chain to my ‘house collar'. Without saying a word She headed for the front door pulling me tightly behind Her,  crawling fast on hands and knees.

She stopped on the wide front steps and i kneeled at Her side, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion. Goddess then turned to stand in front of me. As She looked me over in front of the house i suddenly became very aware of my nakedness and vulnerability . Goddess however seemed very intense in Her examination. She unceremoniously kicked my knees further apart, fully displaying my maleness, while making micro-adjustments to my posture.

“Kneel up”

“Hands behind your back”

She grabbed and pushed my head so it was slightly bowed

“Stay behind me”

 “I can only do so much to protect you”

That sounded rather strange and ominous.

Goddess then turned Her back to me giving me a magnificent view of Her curves accentuated by Her tight blue summer dress. i always enjoy this view, my eyes gliding over the sensuous curves of Her behind, down Her tawny, tanned legs to Her glorious feet held aloft by a pair of stiletto heeled summer shoes.

My manhood stirred and i became filled with warmth. i almost didn’t notice how nervous She seemed. She adjusted Her dress, ran Her hands over Her curves rather hypnotically (at least to me) and fixed Her hair, tossing Her locks back landing almost at my face.

Then suddenly the intercom just inside the door buzzed and Goddess practically lept to press the button.

The scratchy speaker announcing in a male voice,

“Mistress Stephanie has arrived”

Goddess pressed the button to open the gate. i felt rather useless at this point since Goddess had rushed to do these simple tasks that i would normally do.

She moved quickly in front Her me again, grabbing my leash and holding it tight. Within seconds a large black Mercedes pulled up in front of the house. My view was partially obscured by Goddess but i heard the sound of the front car doors opening. Then two rather buff young men appeared. They were each dressed identically. They each wore only a tight black Speedo and a thin steel collar that glinted in the midday sun.

they took their places on each side of the rear door of the car. One male held what looked like a large, very expensive, hand bag in one hand and a jet back, very cruel looking, whip coiled in the other. The second boy held what looked like leash chains in one of his hands. Both men then kneeled simultaneously and bowed their heads while one of them opened the car door.

Inside all i could see at first was the long, tanned legs of Mistress Stephanie ending in a pair of stiletto heeled shoes not dissimilar to those worn by Goddess.

She seemed to take Her time. Her males remained perfectly still awaiting Her emergence.

As She exited the car and stood Her beauty was obvious to any man. She was tall and lithe, beautiful but with an oddly cold expression that could freeze men's hearts. There was something about Her that just dripped with arrogance and dominance. Was it Her piercing gaze, the way She carried Herself around these men, the way they served Her and gestured their submission to Her with military like precision? There was an undefinable yet obvious power She telegraphed to those around Her, especially to men. Just watching the events unfold made me excited yet fearful all at once.

The male holding Her handbag bowed his head and offered it to Her but She waved him off with some indiscernible signal. He then made the same gesture in offering Her the sinister looking whip.

This She accepted.

She then snapped Her fingers and the other male closed the car door and unfolded the leash chains he was holding. He snapped one chain to his collar and the other chain to the collar of his slave mate. i then noticed that the ends both chains were attached to a single steel loop which He raised and offered to Mistress Stephanie. She took it in hand and stood there over the boys as they both in unison bowed before Her, placing their hands and faces to the ground.

She made them wait there for a moment as if to just bask in their submission and make them feel Her power over them. i always find performing a submissive act heightens my submissive feelings. i think Everyone/everyone present understood the message of this little performance.

Mistress Stephanie then snapped around and began almost strutting towards Goddess, Her boys scrambling to crawl behind Her. One held Her heavy looking handbag with his mouth.

Upon facing Goddess Her expression completely transformed. While She looked at Her males with an icy glare Her face became warm and radiant as She approached Goddess. They embraced tightly and to my initial shock Mistress Stephanie placed a deep sensual full lipped kiss upon Goddess who enthusiastically reciprocated.

‘Stephanie doesn’t like boys’

Oh now i began to understand.

As the two Goddesses continued to embrace and exchange warm greetings the two leashed males reestablished their positions behind their owner, on all fours, faces planted tightly on the ground. they didn’t move an inch and showed impressive discipline.

In this position i couldn’t help but notice the numerous red stripes criss-crossing their backs in various states of healing. It seems Mistress Stephanie’s whip wasn’t just for show.

i never fail to be amazed how such an age old tool has proven so affective at breaking and disciplining men down through the ages.

In the hands of a Women the whip becomes the very symbol of Her power and authority over males, who find it as simultaneously erotic and frightening as She who wields it.

i kept moving my eyes from the bowed males to Mistress Stephanie’s curled menacing whip to the lovely curves and smells of these awesome Women.

Suddenly Goddess stepped slightly aside revealing me. “This is ethan my....my slave”

She almost hesitated in calling me that. Goddess has often referred to me by many titles, pet, boy, sub etc but She usually only uses that title to make a point to one of Her friends.

i felt myself turn a little red from humiliation even though it was perfectly true and obvious to everyone. Still that word, ‘slave’, is so demeaning. It’s meant to be. It conjures up images of being owned, submissive and obedient, a piece of property. Yet just hearing that word stirred my loins. my cock twitched and rose. So much for trying to remain modest and polite!

As Mistress Stephanie looked me over that cold expression returned to Her face. i was about to greet Her when She suddenly stepped towards me and slapped me hard across the face leaving me stinging and in shock.

“How dare you look at Me boy” She virtually spat in my direction as i tried to regain my composure and bow my head keeping my eyes fixed on Her feet.

Just as suddenly She stepped even closer to me and delivered  a swift kick to my nut sac.

I doubled over in horrific pain, my face to the cold step, my insides feeling like my organs had been put in a vice and twisted hard.

“Don’t ever point that thing at Me”, meaning my cock of course. Needless to say it shriveled and my balls went into hiding as i kneeled there in pain.

“Honestly dear, I don’t know why You don’t lock that thing away. The first thing I do when I get a new boy is have his cock pierced and locked down. Slaves need to know who owns them. they need to understand who owns their balls”

“ Oh Steph, you know i love to see an eager dog wagging its tail for its Mistress, i love the sight of a hungry, begging cock!”

They both laughed at that while i moaned in pain from Her expert and obviously well practiced kick.

The difference of opinion didn’t last long. Goddess gave me a slight kick in the thigh.

“Shut up ethan!”

i stifled my whimpers.

With that Goddess turned to the side and invited Mistress Stephanie to enter the house chased by Her crawling slaves. Goddess then followed and i crawled after Her.

In the large anteroom Mistress Stephanie demanded Her handbag from Her slave and dug into it pulling out a heavy lock. She tossed into onto the tile floor between Her slaves, one of whom instantly picked it up and both males crawled to the wall where a large steel loop was attached. One of the slaves them proceeded to lock himself and the other male by their leash chains to the wall. They then re-assumed their position on hands and knees, faces on the floor.

i was wondering just what those attachment points i saw around the house were for!

they locked themselves down without Mistress Stephanie telling them what to do. She had them well trained.

Goddess and Mistress Stephanie proceeded to the large wooden doors leading to the living room and bedrooms beyond. i tried to follow behind but Goddess simply turned and pointing with Her finger simply told me to “stay”

The two beautiful Women then disappeared through the doors and closed them shut.

They obviously wanted privacy and Their slaves were not welcome.

As i kneeled there in the anteroom my mind reeled.

I never knew Goddess to be attracted to other Women. Then again i’d never met a Women as beautiful and intimidating as Mistress Stephanie.

Was i reading too much into this? It was none of my business anyway yet i was unbelievably curious. i had so many questions. i thought perhaps i could start up a conversation with the two men chained in the corner.

i tried to offer them some refreshment but they absolutely refused to speak or interact with me in anyway.

i suspected they simply feared Mistress Stephanie so much that they dared not speak or do anything without Her explicit permission. The stripes on their backs and my aching face and balls suggested that would not be tolerated so i well understood their situation.

Still i could not help but be impressed by their discipline and the degree of obedience they showed. It was amazing to see two grown men so completely stripped of their voices, their freedom, their free-will maybe even their thoughts for all i knew by this bewitching and powerful Women. She didn’t even seem interested in them sexually making Herself completely off limits to their lust yet She still enslaved them completely. What an amazing Women yet so different from my Goddess.

While Goddess of course views males as inferior to Her and expects males to obey and defer to Her in all things She actually likes men and enjoys all the pleasures and services men have to offer. Mistress Stephanie on the other hand signals an almost contempt for men. She seems to view males as being born and existing only to be Her slaves. She seems to prefer the intimate company of other Goddesses to that of these servile creatures bowing at Her feet even though She could use any of them to satisfy any desires She might have. In fact i wouldn’t be surprised that the only desire She has towards them is to literally whip them ever deeper into submission to Her will and fuel Her astonishing dominance over them.

What a remarkable and fierce Women.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.