After the Interview Part I

And that was it, i very nearly rushed out of the club onto the street barely noticing anyone or anything as i passed, my mind a blur of emotions, excitement, humiliation, anticipation and undeniable arousal. As i made my way back to the train station my swollen cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. I’m sure a few passing Females probably could not have helped but take notice and, honestly, i wanted them to notice, i wanted every one of Them to be able to see me up on that stage, utterly exposed and exhibited for Their amusement.

And yet i didn’t have a final answer which was killing me from anticipation and nervousness. What if They said “no”, what then? The disappointment would be crushing and would no doubt have serious consequences for me vis-a-vis Goddess, who had made all the arrangements and worked me so hard for months in preparation. It would be like refusing a Goddess given gift to not succeed, not something i could ever image doing so i was feeling euphoria mixed with a high degree of dread.

Arriving back at Her house i stripped off my clothes and soon realized it was already after 2 PM therefore i was far behind on my daily list of chores. I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and started some laundry and began prepping for dinner.

i calculated that i didn’t have time to finish my main task of the week and since i was about 99 % done it could wait for tomorrow.

That task was removing all the windows and screens in the house for their bi-annual cleaning. It’s a mix of heavy lifting of the large window panes coupled with very detailed scrubbing and brushing of not just both sides of each window but the complete window frames, every groove and crack, until they are spotless. It’s a time consuming and physically demanding task that Goddess refers to as “men’s work” and allots two full days to complete as i am still expected to continue with my routine daily / weekly tasks as well. i had just about finished this the previous day save for two small screens that needed to be reinserted in the frames of the kitchen windows.

For the moment i decided those could wait until later.

At 5:30 i received the perfunctory text message from Goddess. She was in Her car. Her driver had just pulled out of the underground parking at Her office which meant She would arrive in about 30 minutes. These daily updates weren’t done as any courtesy to me but simply to ensure that i would have everything ready upon Her arrival and i was waiting for Her in the foyer. This whole procedure had become so ingrained in me that i had it down virtually to a science. i learned the hard way early in Our/our relationship that Goddess is not a Woman who will be kept waiting, not by any man and especially not by any male kept by Her.

Checking that dinner was ready, Her favorite wine chilling, Her table setting in place, i did a final visual check to ensure that absolutely nothing was less then perfect.

i was still almost shaking with nervous energy and sporting an impressive erection that just would not subside as i walked to the foyer and kneeled by the door. Adjusting my position i spread my knees apart and bowed my head hoping that forcing myself to remain still would calm me down. Yet i couldn’t help but wonder if Goddess had received news from Mistress Denise, surely They would have decided by now.

Even after some minutes kneeling there my breathing was still nervous, erratic, my heart racing. Looking down i could not but notice the shiny, sticky coating of pre-cum at my cock tip. i’d been oozing for hours. i thought of finding a tissue but then suddenly heard a car stop outside.

Too late!

i knew i was at risk here but what could i do but hope that the events of the day would keep the subject off my currently excited state. I  was desperate to tell Her all about it, certain She would want all the details.

As i heard the clicking of Her high heels on the step outside, I bowed low and opened the door wide for Her.

She entered in Her usual haughty manner, befitting a superior Goddess. She didn’t look at me before depositing Her Chanel handbag and laptop case in my arms. i quickly placed them on their usual spot on the small table as She paused for an instant, placing one foot forward which i knew as a signal to instantly bow low and place a soft kiss on Her black stiletto heeled pump. A gesture marking both my obeisance and welcoming Her back into Her home.

Things went wrong almost from the start.

“What is that?”, She said with that cool tone if displeasure.

“Ma’am?”

“That, why are those screens here?” She demanded as She grabbed my hair and pulled my head around to look at them. i don’t know how i could have thought She would let that slip, She never lets anything slip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn’t you finish your Job?”

A well placed kick to my naked butt pushed me towards the screens.

“Get in there and finish it this instant”

Instead of Goddess departing for Her bedroom to change into something more conformable while i prepared to serve dinner She literally shoved me towards to kitchen, chasing after me like an angry banshee as i scooped up the cursed screens trying to keep one step ahead of Her.

Once in the kitchen She proceeded to stand and supervise as i climbed onto the counter top and fumbled to put the first screen back in its rightful place. Fear and nervousness almost made me drop into outside the window.

“What’s wrong, do you want Me to have to show you how to do it? It’s a fucking simple boy’s job, any boy could do it, except for you it seems. I thought you were a man, I guess I was wrong.”

The tirade continued as i finally got the damned thing locked in place and quickly moved to install the other one. As i descended from the counter top Goddess stepped in front of me pushing me against the counter, She glared into my eyes and i instinctively cowered trying to look away.

“Don’t turn away from me!”

She grabbed and held my chin just before delivering a hard stinging open-palmed slap across my left cheek.

“I see we’re going to have some things to discuss on the weekend”

“Yes Goddess, i’m sorry Goddess”

“Oh you’ll be sorry alright! Fucking idiot male!”

“Get my dinner on the table, NOW!!”

“Yes Goddess, right away Goddess”

It had been a long time since i had made Her so angry and felt not just the physical sting of Her slap and the shame and humiliation of Her verbal rebuke but the deep sense of disappointment in myself because i knew She was right.

i knew what i had been ordered to do and choose not to do it thinking it would be OK just this once, what arrogance on my part. Did i really let myself believe that it would be Ok to disobey Her?


For the rest of the evening Goddess continued to treat me with a distant coolness. i served Her dinner which She consumed without comment before departing for Her home office to continue working. i was left alone to clean up the kitchen and finish working my way through the daily chores list, only occasionally being summoned to Her side with the dreaded “get in here”, always spoken in that tone which revealed Her discovery of some inadequacy of mine.

Quickly making my way to Her side in nervous anticipation i was greeted with one of Her typically condescending questions.

“What’s wrong with this picture?”, She inquired, tossing Her head in the direction of the screen of Her 27” iMac.

i gave Her a puzzled look to which She responded by running Her finger across the display revealing a slight coating of dust which for emphasis, She showed me before smearing the offending grit across my chest.

“Sorry, Goddess” was all i could muster as i quickly found the screen cleaning kit and furiously wiped it to a shiny spotlessness.

 Dismissed, i returned to my other chores before being summoned again. As i arrived at Her desk She didn’t even feign to move Her eyes from the screen as She spoke the one word command “coffee”.

And so it went for the rest of the night and indeed for the rest of the week with Goddess being decidedly cool and strict with me.

i had expected that She would love for me to recount my experience from the interview yet She not only showed no interest but didn’t acknowledge that it had even taken place.

 This filled me with frustration and also with rising fear. What if Her icy attitude was because She had received bad news from Mistress Denise. Maybe i had failed, but if so why not just get it over with and humiliate me as soon as possible.

It was driving me mad yet i knew that in Her Imperious Female World my needs and expectations are irrelevant , as are those of any mere male, something made very clear to me long ago. If She did have some information She would share that with me if, and when,  She chose. i knew better by now than to ask anything of Her.

The waiting is the hardest part.....


 

Female Supremacy is Common Knowledge Today

Make Way boys, Goddesses Coming Through

Recently, Sports Illustrated did a swimsuit model shoot in New York. As you can see the arrival of these Goddesses caused pandemonium among the males who were unexpectedly graced with Their divine presence.

This photo shows that oh-so-typical scene where the arrival of beautiful Women among a pack of males results in the males becoming completely transfixed upon Them, pulled towards Them by the invisible chains of Feminine beauty that bind and whip all males into a frenzy.

This singular image reveals two universal truths. One being that, as Mistress Saharah Eve points out, males are like packs of roving dogs running wild and aimless, following their cocks. A second point is that it shows the innate natural power than Females possess over males. Their power is irresistible to us. i believe most Women are well aware of this natural power and as Women gain ever more wealth, education and status that Feminine power just glows, overwhelming males and casting a spell over us. We are helpless to resist it and have no desire to even try. For no matter how much male posturing and egotism some try to put on, we know deep down that Women are the very life force itself and no male is Her equal. Increasingly, Women are breaking free of the unnatural confines of the fading patriarchal society and letting Their natural Feminine power exert itself, and males, at least those that are honest with themselves, are responding to that power by yielding and submitting to it.

We/we are truly living in the age of the emergent Goddess and that is something all Women and men should celebrate and embrace.

Politics Brief : Women Elected Mayor's of Rome and Turin

It's been an interesting week in Italian politics that's seen the election of Rome's first Female mayor, Virginia Raggi. A Female mayor was also elected in Turin, Chiara Appendino.

 

Of course now comes the difficult task of cleaning up years of corruption and disfunction left by patriarchal governments, an unenviable task.

CFNM Doc Project

Very cool new documentary project looking for Kickstarter funding.

"For the past few years a silent sexual revolution has been taking place. More than half of American women use a vibrator. Research suggests that women may be even less suitable for monogamy than men. For years women have been sexually objectified in magazines, on TV and daily life. But what happens when the roles are reversed, what happens when the tables are turned and men are sexually objectified by women.

Almost all genres sexualize women, but there is one genre that reverses the roles. That genre is C.F.N.M. CFNM stands for Clothed Female Naked Male.  CFNM by definition is the only genre that sexually objectifies men.
How do women sexually objectify men in society? What if women really have a higher sex drive than men?
How will our society react? How will men react?"

https://vimeo.com/161685829

Intense Interview

As i found myself standing in front of the club early in the morning of that fateful day my heart raced and i was soaked in perspiration. Goddess and Mistress Denise had arranged everything. That long held fantasy of showing myself in totality to a room filled with excited Women, for Their pleasure and amusement, and my own thrilling debasement was potentially within reach. All i had to do was pass inspection and be found worthy. Months of weight training and cardio under the close supervision of Goddess would now be put to the test. She made it clear that She expected me to perform and as She put it, “do whatever Denise tells you to do to gain Her approval, today you belong to Her, am I being clear?”

“Yes Goddess, very clear”

i was suddenly snapped out of my inner thoughts by a few Feminine giggles, i turned my head to notice three young Women inspecting a poster on the front of the club. i couldn’t see what exactly so amused them but i could just get a glimpse of an image of the top of the head of what i assumed was a featured dancer at the club, the rest of his no doubt impressive physique being obscured by the three Women closely inspecting and critiquing his considerable assets. They weren’t the least bit shy about expressing Their opinions either. “He must be huge, just look at the size of that bulge”, one excitedly exclaimed as the others laughed without any sense of embarrass
ment.

Turning my attention back to the matter at hand, i swallowed hard, stiffened up, and approached the entrance. The glass door was covered and revealed nothing to the outside world. i hadn’t received any explicit instructions other than, “use your head and figure it out” from Goddess.

So i just tapped on the glass, not too hard, just enough so that i hoped someone would hear me, and waited anxiously . After what seemed like forever but was probably only about 30 seconds i heard the lock turn in the door. Upon opening a petite twenty-something with long, crinkled blonde hair and piercing, almost liquid, blue eyes, looked as me inquisitively . “Yes, can i help you?” was all She asked as She gave me a quick once over. Even at this point i sensed i was being sized up, though maybe it was just the nervous state of mind i was in at that moment.

“i have an appointment with Denise at 10 am” I offered, tentatively, in reply.

“Oh, Ok, come in and follow me.” As I entered my eyes had to adjust tot he darkness of the club after hours. As i followed the pretty Goddess through the entrance area She inquired, “what’s your name?, 'ethan, Miss', i simply offered in response. She returned an almost sly, knowing smile.

She didn’t seem to find anything odd about strange men showing up that the front door unannounced, though i don’t suppose that was exactly an unusual thing here.

i continued to follow Her in silence as We/we turned left, through a doorway and up two flights of stairs. i couldn’t help notice the astonishing view of Her from behind, wrapped in a rather short single piece black dress that mapped every curve. As  She climbed the steps in front of me, my eyes were kept level with Her alluring behind, placing me both behind and below Her, awakening feelings of submissive desire and causing my manhood to twitch in my tight sports briefs. i had to struggle to control my thoughts and body, admonishing myself that this isn’t really that sort of place, well not exactly.

Reaching the second floor We/we approached a closed door at the end of a long hallway.
“Wait here” She instructed as She knocked, opened the door, entered and closed it behind Her. i obeyed without questioning and stood there waiting alone in my thoughts, my heart racing.

A couple of minutes latter the door opened and the pretty blonde instructed me to “come in, Denise is expecting you”

With that my new journey began.

Instantly I was warmly greeted by Denise, the same stunning, vivacious but rather serious blonde i remembered from that day at Goddesses office. She leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek and i became engulfed in Her soft warmth and the feminine scent of Her no doubt very expensive perfume. As i returned the gesture i noticed, over Denise’s shoulder, that another Woman was with us in the room. Leaning against the desk was an alluring, deeply tanned, raven-haired beauty whose dark eyes and smouldering sensuality immediately seized my attention. It took Denise pulling away and gently taking my hand to snap me back to reality. i was not only facing one unspeakably beautiful Woman but two. i felt ever more intimidated and nervous as Denise walked me to the very middle of the large room before releasing my hand. “ Please stand here ethan”, was all She said before walking away to stand next to the other as yet unknown to me Woman.

Two-against-one, that hardly seemed fair but fairness had nothing to do with this.

“This is Yasmine, our talent director, She usually does most of the interviews. It’s Her you’ll need to impress today”, She followed with an impish grin. i noticed Yasmine’s lips betray an ever so slight smirk at those words, as if She was a Women who truly enjoyed Her job but didn’t quite want to reveal that fact just yet.

“I’ve already filled Her in on the particulars of your situation so there aren’t any secrets between Us/us.” Yasmine smiled and silently indicated Her agreement. “I’ll let Her handle most of the interview since She’s the expert, is that ok?

“Yes of course Ma’am”

The Women smiled at my rather formal response but for me i always address Women with the highest degree of respect and deference whether They hold my fate in Their hands or not. It’s just the way i’m wired. 

Both Women then proceeded to sit on a designer leather couch that sat against to wall opposite myself.

Yasmine then began the interview.

“could you remove your shirt?”

Without comment or questioning i pulled my simple black tee shirt over my head and stood bare chested with my arms at my side.

“Tell Me ethan, are you comfortable with your body, with being nude? A man in this business really needs to be sure that’s he’s truly comfortable with himself and his appearance. he needs to understand that  working here involves showing your whole body to many Women and that those Women will be judging a man purely on his physical attributes in a way that can be really raw, even harsh.”

“Some men who think that this is want they want, who fantasize about it, find the reality of it quite shocking and humiliating, they find it overwhelming and can’t really cope with it, they find it too intimidating to continue. To thrive in this business you need a certain amount of..I wouldn’t call it pride so much as confidence in your appearance”

“So tell Us how you feel about that, what are your expectations?”

“Yes Ma’am. Well it is true that i’ve fantasized about being a male stripper for as long as i can remember but i never felt i actually had the physique for it or maybe even the nerve. Over time however with the help of my Mistress i’ve worked really hard on the physical aspects of getting into top condition. i don’t really believe in male ego or pride i just really enjoy being naked for Women, i don’t have any problem with that, i don’t think so anyway. i’ve been naked in front of small groups of Women before, usually my Mistresses close friends. i don’t actually mind being humiliated by Women, i find the whole thing really exciting actually.”

“Ok, nice, it’s true that a lot of guys are really into the whole CFNM thing."

“Could you turn around, I’d like to see your back.”

Again i complied, “could you raise your arms for me?”

I raised both arms high over my head. At this point i’d kind of forgotten that i was being closely examined. i was just so focused on Yasmine’s words and trying to follow Her orders that pretty much every other though left my mind.

“Nice, could you hold that position”

As She said that Yasmine got up and walked towards me as Denise  went to the desk and picked up a large, professional looking camera.

Both Women then slowly circled around me as i stayed fixed in this ‘surrender’ position. my level of excitement spiking.

Denise took up a position in front of me and raising the camera to Her sublimely beautiful face began clicking away, the repeated flashes leaving me momentarily blinded. Yasmine then spoke, “ I’m going to touch you ethan, is that ok?

“Yes Ma’am, of course” i replied i though almost too eagerly.

I then felt Yasmine's perfectly manicured fingernails trace a line across the contours of my chest then down across my firm abs. Momentarily She would pause to press Her fingers against me, testing my musculature, then She moved on,  across my shoulders and biceps. Stepping behind me She repeated the process tracing Her fingers across my upper back and down my spine. my whole body tingled and i felt my manhood twitch and stir.

“Could you hold this position for a few more minutes ethan?”

In a deep breath i replied “yes Ma’am.”

Yasmine then broke away, going to the desk to retrieve a measuring tape and a note pad as Denise move in closer and continued photographing my naked upper body in more detail.

“I’m just going to take a few measurements for Our files, then you can lower your arms.”

She wrapped the measuring tape around my chest, then around my waist and each bicep, jotting down the numbers in Her note book without revealing them to me. Catching glimpses of Her i noted how nonchalant She seemed, rather clinical and detached through a process that for me was becoming intensely sensual.

“That’s perfect ethan, you can lower your arms now.”

i slowly lowered my, by now rather sore, arms and regained my composure as the Women returned to their seat. i noted that Yasmine was showing Her note book to Denise who in turn reviewed the images on the back of the camera with Yasmine. They completely ignored me as they made comments that were virtually inaudible from where i stood. i took the time to calm myself and regain some measure of composure.

After about three to four minutes of this They returned Their attention to me.

“Ok ethan, that was really good, are you feeling comfortable? Good now We’ll continue.”

The question seemed rather perfunctory as if they didn’t expect a response.

“Another point we need to be clear on is how this business works. i assume from your background and what We’ve seen here this morning that you don’t have any problem taking orders from Women?”

“No Ma’am, just the opposite, i’m only too happy to do so.”

“That’s good. It’s something We ask in our interview process because potential performers need to understand how things work around here. It’s actually rather hierarchical but straightforward. Here the owners, management and staff are all Female while the performers are all male so you have to be able to take orders from Women. Inside the club that’s how things work, the Women make the decisions and give orders while the men have to respect and follow those directions. Men who can’t do that don’t last here.”

“This is a business by Women for Women. Your job is to look pretty, show respect and put 110% into entertaining Our clients. They want to enjoy the view and your physical attributes. They aren’t interested in your opinion or your brain and honestly neither are We. I’m sorry if that sounds rather crass but We want you for your body, it really as simple as that.”

“you understand that right?”

“yes Ma’am of course.”

“Good, guys who understand and accept that do really well here and enjoy themselves.”

“So...let’s continue.”

“you can take off the rest of your clothes now, let’s see what you’ve got for us.”

With that i proceeded to unbutton my jeans, pull them to the floor and discard them to the side, remove my socks and slowly insert my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs. With a deep breath of nervous anticipation i bent over and pushed them to the floor, tossing them onto the pile of clothing. Then i stood up straight for All to see.

“Nice, could you spread your legs a little?”

i inched them apart.

“A little more...”

i spread my feet further apart until i felt the distinct sensation of my balls hanging freely.

“Ok perfect!”

i was already semi-hard, my manhood pulsing uncontrollably. It was all just too exciting!

“Ok could you put your hands behind your head?, We’d like a good look at you.”

It was all too much, as i wrapped my fingers together behind my head in that oh-so submissive display position my cock sprang to full attention. i was acutely embarrassed by my lack of self control and must have turned red with shame, not something i typically feel in this situation with Goddess but here it seemed different. i wasn’t clear if this was ok or not even though these Women, Who see multiple cocks everyday must be pretty blasé about  it. i just hoped i hadn’t messed up.

Looking towards the couch i noticed the smiles on the faces of both Denise and Yasmine. It seemed clear that They really did enjoy this.

Yasmine spoke first “You don’t need to be embarrassed ethan, i told you this process was pretty intense and lots of guys have trouble controlling themselves. That’s just the way men are i guess”

“boys will be boys!” She added with a wide smile.

Denise then chimed in, “anyway it’s not like it was years ago when the men were expected to stay flaccid and unaroused, this isn’t the 80’s anymore. Our clients expect to see Our boys in full, putting everything out there. Besides it also shows just how much a man enjoys performing, he can’t really hide that can he?”

“And neither can You it seems” She finished with a near giggle.

While their words put me somewhat at ease my erection only stiffened and pulsed despite the coolness of the air-conditioned room.


“are you ok ethan?” asked Yasmine.

“yes Ma’am i’m just a little surprised that’s all, i can usually control myself and i don’t usually feel embarrassed when my Mistress puts my in the same position.”

Both Women gave me a quizzical look but then simultaneously seemed to remember what They knew about me.

“that’s OK, really. If you’re ready we’d like to continue, is that OK.”

i swallowed hard, took a deep breath and tried to compose myself while answering “yes Ma’am” rather stiffly as i tried to convey not only a desire to continue to but that i wanted them to feel my desire to obey and submit to Their will.

With that both Women again got up and proceeded towards me. Denise with Her camera and Yasmine with Her measuring tape. Denise proceeded as before to start snapping away as She circled me multiple times. Yasmine meanwhile just stood back, waiting.

She was almost directly opposite me and was making no attempt to hide the fact She was roving over my full length with Her eyes. Even when She noticed me noticing Her, She completely ignored me, so i just looked straight ahead and waited.

When Denise had finished Yasmine stepped forward into my space.

“I need to measure you so I’d like to get your full length. Do you want to do it or do you want me to do it for you?”

Yasmine starred directly into my soul with Her smouldering eyes and i almost reflexively flinched. Every time Goddess looks at me that way i’m overwhelmed by Her erotic power and drop to my knees and bend low at Her feet in complete submission.

Now Yasmine was forcing me to look at Her that same way and the same submissive desires where overpowering me yet this Women wasn’t my Mistress nor did She expect anything other then for me to answer Her question.

My mind swirled in excitement and anticipation

“You can do it Ma’am” i almost whispered.

Yasmine looked towards Denise and commented “funny how they always give the same answer”, but without a seconds hesitation She wrapped Her soft warm fingers around my hardness and held me. Without thinking i arched forward giving Her my full length. Receiving it without comment She pumped my shaft a few times, gently, not aggressively, though She must have sensed how excited i was becoming.

“Whoa boy, hold still, you’re not getting a hand job today”

With that and satisfied She had extracted my full length i felt the measuring tape spread across the top of my cock from base to tip,

“6 inches”, She commented before wrapping the tape around my shaft to check my girth. I instinctively squeezed in response.

Satisfied, She released me.

“I know that was a little embarrassing ethan but We actually have a minimum size requirement. Don’t worry you passed easily. In fact just from looking at you I could easily tell that but We still need to put a number on it.”

With that Yasmine shifted behind me as Denise moved in to snap some shots of my full stiffness from various angles.

“ We need these numbers because We publish Our performers measurements on the club Members web page. We found that Our Audience is always curious so We provide this as part of the Members bonus content.”

With that i again felt the sensation of Yasmine's smooth fingernails on my naked skin, this time tracing each firm ass cheek.

Without warning She pinched me hard. I flinched from surprise but didn’t resist or complain in any way. “Your butt is nice and firm and its good that you don’t mind being pinched. It can get pretty intense sometimes in the club with the Girls getting excited and grabby so you need to expect and accept it”

“Now could you bend over for me?”

It wasn’t really a question as She pushed on my back i yielded easily to Her.

“OK spread your legs a little more.”

i complied at once but suddenly flinched when i felt Her cup my ball sac in Her soft hand, squeezing lightly with Her thumb.

“Hold still, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She seemed genuinely surprised by my fearful reaction. I tried to relax into Her hand as She stroked my balls with Her thumb creating an intensely pleasurable sensation that i momentarily became lost in. She took Her time as if to reassure She meant no harm.

What i didn’t mention is that whenever Goddess feels i’ve shown any insolence or disobedience She has a tendency to dish out the most elemental punishment a male can suffer. She will grab me hard by my nut sac and give me a hard twisting squeeze that will reduce me to a moaning broken pile at Her feet. Other times She may grab me tightly with one hand and deliver several hard slaps across my balls.

There are few ways more direct and intense for a male to be on the receiving end of his Mistresses fury than by having his very maleness so severely rebuked leaving no uncertainty as to Her utter and complete dominance. Once i manage to pull myself even partially back together i crawl to Her feet and beg fervently for Her forgiveness. Having my balls mercilessly attacked is typically only the first step, the most immediate punishment. Typically Goddess will follow this up with severe discipline at the end of Her whip or riding crop until it is made clear to me that i am nothing and must obey Her instantly, always and completely without question or hesitation. Only then when She feels i have truly got the message will She allow me to fall at Her feet and lick Her boots in total supplication and humiliation.

So yes when a Women takes me by the balls my first reaction is instinctive fear, the kind of fear all males should feel towards Women.

All the while Yasmine continued to inspect me like a bull on auction. i had expected to have to show my body and answer a few questions but i never imaged the whole process would be so “intense”, as They described it. They were evaluating my appearance, my physical dimensions, my muscularity as well as my sexual responsiveness, my psychological readiness, even my willingness to accept an inferior social status and to be blatantly objectified. 

i wondered how much of this process was routine and how much was done especially for me. Nevertheless, i was finding the whole process humiliating and intensely degrading which i of course loved though i was left wondering how much an average guy off the street would be able to endure. Though it didn’t seem like They were really interested in average guys. It seems like Denise and Yasmine had created a perfect process for not only evaluating the potential quality of male strippers but for gauging a males submissiveness as well. They have a very clear idea of the kind of men they want working for them. men who are not only prime physical specimens but who are also committed to pleasing Women without regard for their own pride or ego, men who can give “110 %” to their Female audience.

Satisfied Yasmine released me.

“you can straighten up now.”

i returned to an upright position though with my manhood still at full attention. i was beginning to feel the sensation of pre-cum starting to  pool at the tip of my cock. i was totally mortified, my self control was slipping away. This whole process was exciting beyond imagination and i couldn’t  mask my arousal in any way.

Yasmine and Denise returned to the couch while i stood there, the cool air flowing over my perspiring body, my breathing deep and heavy my eyes glassy, deep in subspace. My aching manhood begging for the soft touch of Yasmine's hand again. i ran the memory of that moment over in my mind and my butt cheeks contracted almost involuntarily, and as my cock squeezed, the glistening pool of pre-cum at the tip overflowed. i could feel the wet sticky string of my arousal at it was was pulled to the floor. Looking down i noticed to tiny, wet, shiny, spot on the hardwood.

i was mortified and humiliated. Would They notice? How would They react? Surely every man who goes through this process can’t be reduced to a lust filled mess like this, surely?

As i stood there with a terror of my shame rolling over me i glanced over to notice that the two Women were once again, thankfully, ignoring me as they reviewed Their notes and photos.

But then i saw Denise take a quick glance in my direction, then turn and whisper something to Yasmine who then also turned to look towards me.

That was it, my humiliation was now complete. They had stripped me not just physically but emotionally and spiritually as well. i fervently hoped that They would see before them a male not simply aroused by Women but one who literally worshiped Them as Goddesses and desperately wanted Them to allow me the privilege.

What happened next caught me off guard.

“ethan, could you dance for Us, just show us a few moves.”

i began a little awkwardly but i told myself this was my chance so i just had to go for it. i raised my arms, began rotating and thrusting my hips, shuffling my feet, spinning around, i could feel my ball sac swing as i abandoned all reservation.

Sweating, my heart pounding i came to a stop with a bit of a flourish awaiting the Judge’s decision.

Yasmine delivered the verdict, “not bad but We have a dance instructor who helps Our boys get a lot better. Having good moves is really important and it’s something a lot of guys need to work on.”

“Anyway i think that about wraps it up. We really appreciate you coming here today, you’ve shown us lots of enthusiasm and We can see, obviously, that you’ve got lots of ah, well, desire to work here. That’s really important. The guys who do well here are the ones who really love to perform and We can see you’re really, really into it, so thank you”

“Lots of guys come here who have this fantasy of what its going to be like but the reality of it sinks in during the interview. That’s why we’ve made this process as intense as it is. Some guys get so intimidated they can’t even get it up, that’s obviously not a problem for you” She finished with a sly smile.

Then Denise spoke, “there is one more thing though.”

The Women looked at each other and then me,

“Could please come over here” Denise spoke while pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of the couch and between Them.

I started to walk towards them but Denise quickly spoke again, “ sorry I meant could you crawl over here and kneel here on the floor between us.”

This sudden change in the mood of the room shocked me. Obviously Goddess had put them up to it, surely? Right? Was this whole thing just a cruel joke She was playing on me just to humiliate me or maybe even to let me play out a mutual fantasy of Ours/ours.

“Well...” spoke Yasmine.

i dutifully dropped to my knees on the hard cold floor, leaned forward placing my hands there as well, then bowed my head submissively and crawled slowly but purposefully towards the waiting Goddesses.

As always i gesture my submission with clear, thoughtful, purpose as Goddess insists that i truly and unambiguously communicate each gesture to its Recipient without hesitation and with clear meaning.

Arriving at my destination i kneeled up and clasped my hands behind my lower back then turned and bowed to Denise and then to Yasmine before lowering my head and casting my eyes to the floor between them.

Only then did i notice a detail that usually never escapes my attention. Both Women wore dark, black, stiletto heeled, knee high boots that just exuded total power, dominance and sensual Femininity all at once. I guess I had noticed the clicking of heels when They were moving around me but I had been so transfixed by the whole interview process i didn’t have time for that realization to sink in.

Both Women sat crossed legged with a boot from Each showing clearly in my downcast field of vision.

Then Denise spoke again, “your Mistress insisted that you be made to show Us proper thanks for allowing you to be interviewed today. She suggested that you could worship Our boots and We thought well ‘why not?’ ”

As She spoke She leaned back and offered up Her boot to my lips.

my mouth was on the shiny black leather almost before She had finished speaking. i kissed and licked feverishly, sliding my tongue down the full length of the sole then raking the stiletto heal with my lips and tongue interspersing intensely a sincere “thank You, Mistress Denise” multiple times between licks and kisses.

Satisfied She leaned forward and gently pulled my head away from Her boot and towards Yasmine’s.

I repeated the whole degrading scene again with each near lustful “thank you Mistress Yasmine” placed between passionate licks and kisses.

Both of these beautiful Goddesses had provided me with an intense and thrilling experience. They both brought out the desire to please them totally.

Mistress Denise, the rather serious, intense blonde business Women whose voice resonates with authority. She commands others with ease and seems to convey an attitude towards males in particular that suggested, not always subtly, that She views them as not worthy of being taken seriously and as mere playthings to Her. She of course created a very successful business that treats males as just that, Women’s playthings. Hers is a world of Ambitious Women and Their boy-toys.

Mistress Yasmine is a literal Goddess, a tall, powerful statuesque beauty who looks as if She just stepped out of a helmut newton photograph. Her intense smouldering sensuality stirred feelings of deep submissiveness towards Her the very moment my eyes saw Her. She is the kind of Woman who men would walk though fire just for the opportunity to bow down at Her feet in worship. From the start She stirred something deep in my soul, something that disturbed me. A feeling not just of intense submissiveness but of an almost primal fear of the mysterious powers of the Feminine. Feelings only certain very special Women arouse in me, Goddess being one. The way that Mistress Yasmine commands men is astonishing. She seems totally aware of how Her intense beauty renders males powerless in Her graceful presence, eager to yield to Her in total obedience. She handles males fearlessly and without hesitation, Her sly humor cutting any pretense of male ego instantly down to size. Her role handing the male performers comes so naturally to Her.

These thoughts swirled around in my mind as my tongue swirled around Her boot when She suddenly withdrew.

“Ok ethan that’s enough, thank you”

“Denise and I will discuss how We feel about you before We make a decision. When We do, We’ll notify your Mistress. You can get dressed and go now”

With that anticlimactic ending it was over. I fumbled to collect my clothing and re-dress all the while filled with nervousness. They had no intention of allowing me the satisfaction of knowing my fate and were perfectly happy to leave me hanging in doubt and uncertainty.

As was Their right.

the ultimate goal

Sorry for the lack of posting

Being kept very busy lately ;-)

i am working on some new articles so stay tuned!

Queen's of the Code Age

Girl's Don't Get Tech? As If !

If there has been an area in society that has remained firmly in the grasp of males it surely must be software development and the resulting ‘tech’ industry that flows from it. Tech company’s are famously top-heavy with males and nerdy male culture.

The question is why and is this just a case of boys being better at this skill than Girls?

There certainly has been lots of bias out there traditionally saying that Girls just aren’t as skilled in math or just aren’t as interested.

As You / you may guess i don’t buy these arguments at all. i’ve personally met and worked with many brilliant Female coders and techie ‘geek’ Girls.

This is the age of the SuperGirl after all

There certainly seems to be a kind of 'boys club' bias at work here but as in other areas this can and will be overcome.

Now we have some new evidence which confirms what i suspected all along;

Women write better code, study suggests - BBC News

"Computer code written by women has a higher approval rating than that written by men - but only if their gender is not identifiable.
US researchers analysed nearly 1.4 million users of the open source program-sharing service Github.
They found that pull requests - or suggested code changes - made on the service by women were more likely to be accepted than those by men.

The researchers, from the computer science departments at Caly Poly and North Carolina State University, looked at around four million people who logged on to Github on a single day - 1 April 2015.
Github is an enormous developer community which does not request gender information from its 12 million users.
However the team was able to identify whether roughly 1.4m were male or female - either because it was clear from the users' profiles or because their email addresses could be matched with the Google + social network.
The team found that 78.6% of pull requests made by women were accepted compared with 74.6% of those by men.
The researchers considered various factors, such as whether women were more likely to be responding to known issues, whether their contributions were shorter in length and so easier to appraise, and which programming language they were using, but they could not find a correlation.
However among users who were not well known within the community, those whose profiles made clear that they were women had a much lower acceptance rate than those whose gender was not obvious.
"For outsiders, we see evidence for gender bias: women's acceptance rates are 71.8% when they use gender neutral profiles, but drop to 62.5% when their gender is identifiable . There is a similar drop for men, but the effect is not as strong," the paper noted.
"Women have a higher acceptance rate of pull requests overall, but when they're outsiders and their gender is identifiable, they have a lower acceptance rate than men.
"Our results suggest that although women on Github may be more competent overall, bias against them exists nonetheless," the researchers concluded.
However the researchers' findings are still encouraging, computer scientist Dr Sue Black OBE told the BBC.
"I think we are going to see a resurgence of interest from women in not only coding but all sorts of tech-related careers over the next few years," she said.
"Knowing that women are great at coding gives strength to the case that it's better for everyone to have more women working in tech.
"It was a woman - Ada Lovelace - who came up with the idea of software in the first place, we owe it to her to make sure that we encourage and support women into the software industry," Dr Black added."
So there. If males have been feeling smug and secure in their high tech enclaves i would suggest they start looking over their shoulders. There may be a coming wave of brainy ‘Geek Girls’ breathing down their necks. As in other areas of society, once the Women get some traction they rapidly leaves the boys chocking on Their dust.

Thoughtful Comment on male Fetishes

LS posted this wonderful comment in response to my male fetishes article so i thought i would share it in a post so that You/you didn't miss it.

Ethan, I’m glad you’re involved in this kind of analysis. I love reading your work. Here are my thoughts, which build on yours. I see fetishism as the residue of repressing our (males’) original desire to serve women and be a source of their pleasure. If we follow those fetishes back to their hidden source we get matriarchal culture. The old and dying male identity could be said to be a repression of this original desire. (where it originated who knows for sure?) Female aggression triggers this deep, wholly natural desire. The taboo in patriarchal society on female aggression is a way of keeping male’s desire for submission in check. Closely related, humiliation of the male by a superior Female is another way of breaking through this original repression.

Once Women are liberated from patriarchy the “cat is out of the bag” and cannot be put back in. After giving up the artificially “puffed up” self, a new male identity arises, much closer to the original pre-patriarchal identity. This identity is deeply pleasurable to the male as well as the Female whom he serves. The fact that it is so pleasurable (exceeding the short lasting pleasure of the male orgasm) is a clue to its superiority over the patriarchal identity. As you said in an earlier post, you and your friend are harbingers of this future. That this future is better than the old patriarchal identity is also shown by the fact that once experienced by the male he can never regress completely back to the old one. In short, in the old patriarchal society everything is upside down. With the help of your Goddess you are turning it right side up.

LS

i thought that comment was really fantastic and it digs below the surface to get at the underlying natural, perhaps even spiritual, nature of both male worship of the Female and submissive desire towards the Feminine. It truly is the natural male state to be in awe of the Female and to crave submission to Her. males lust after the Feminine,  sacrifice for Her, crave nothing more than to give Her everything, his adoration, his resources, his labor, his body, his very essence as a male, his seed. A males very worthiness is dictated by Her approval, by Her demands that he prove his worth to Her. Why after all is the rejection by a Female so crushing to the male spirit. Though even a crushed male spirit losses none of its unquenchable thirst for the Female.

Patriarchy has tried again and again to hide and repress any hint of this mysterious Female power. Covering up Women's bodies, trying to deny Them rights and so on. Yet that power is naturally part of every Women just as much as the desire to respond and yield to it is part of every male. The persistence of male sexual fetishes and the ever present image of the Dominatrix in the realm of male sexual fantasy being direct manifestations of this. Now as Women gain ever more power, wealth and authority in society males feel ever more desire and indeed comfort in yielding to the Female. Success creates more success it is said.  The natural order is being restored.

To quote that U2 song,

"If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel.
On your knees boy!"

I am FEMEN - An Excerpt from the Documentary

males and Fetishes

“What is it about boys and fetishes?”

The question came seemingly out of nowhere. Goddess was sitting on the sofa reviewing some business documents while i kneeled in front of Her on the floor, giving Her a worshipful foot massage.

i thought we were both focused on Our/our individual activities but Goddess had apparently glanced down at me and taken note of my stiff erection.

“I mean every time you touch my feet, kiss them or even look at them you’re instantly hard”

“Yes Goddess so true”

“...and it’s not just my feet is it? What else gets a rise out of you?”

“no Goddess, not just your feet. I adore Women’s boots, shoes, anklets, whips and riding crops, being naked in front of  Women excites me to no end, then there’s...”

“OK OK, enough, I get the idea. I don’t think Anyone at the club failed to notice that one!”

She said with a sweet smile.

i turned red and a little sweaty with embarrassment.

“I’m not complaining though, all those little kinks do make you boys so easy to control and manipulate. you really are such a predictable ‘species’. ”

Her words dripped with condescension.

 “Could you imagine Me getting all wet just from looking at a guys feet? I mean ick!”

“no Goddess i couldn’t imagine”

“Damn right you couldn’t!”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

i just then realized that the conversation had distracted me from the task at hand. She poked my lips with Her bare foot to get my attention then circled around my face making me chase Her in frustration with my mouth. Finally She stopped again at my lips and i engulfed Her proffered red-lacquered toes. I engulfed them with my mouth, sucking intensely and swirling my strong tongue around each one in succession and back again.

Goddess purred and my erection raged.

i just glanced up to notice Her again studying my excited manhood. Proving just how effortlessly She manipulates me and how i blindly fall into Her little traps.

“I mean I get the what and how of your kinky obsessions I’m just not sure I understand the why”

“Maybe that’s something you could research for your little web blog”

i managed to get out a stifled ‘yes Goddess’ as my tongue swirled around Her toes”

“boys are so weird! Isn’t that right boy?”

She asked rhetorically, pushing Her toes deeper into my mouth

“yes...yes Goddessss...”

So that little incident got me thinking. Goddess was absolutely correct. It’s easy enough to see a males sexual response to a variety of fetish objects, body parts or behaviors. It’s also easy to describe the most common ones. Go ahead i’ll bet You/you can come up with half a dozen just of the top of Your/your head.

The more difficult question is the why? How is that that a man can be aroused by an inanimate object such as a Woman’s shoe?

And not just aroused but also be overwhelmed with deeply submissive feelings towards Women as well. These feelings of sexual arousal and submissive desire are deeply intertwined within the fetish itself.

Another thing that was clear from my research was that sexual fetishes are an overwhelmingly male phenomenon.

However the more research i did the more frustrated i became in my quest to find a plausible explanation. Some believe that male sexual fetishes are a perversion or deviant behavior. Seeing just how common sexual fetishes are among males though this would logically lead one to conclude that males are virtually by default, perverted or deviant creatures. Now Some may reply “obviously” to that statement but the nature of something deviant suggests that it is different from ’normal’ (perhaps ‘average’ is a better word choice here).

One/one could make the case that since all humans begin life as Female and the male develops as a deviation from Female that males are naturally deviant. This argument however just has Us/us turning in circles when it come to explaining the prevalence and variety of male sexual fetishes. It basically amounts to ‘males are different from Females because they are different’. Not at all a satisfactory answer.

Another line of thought follows that since boys are exposed to many Female authority figures as they grow up, teachers and so on, they come to associate certain objects associated with these Women, such as shoes, boots, jewellery perfume etc with Female social power and authority.

i think this begins to get Us/us moving in the right direction. boys do grow up in a world typically populated by Female authority figures who feed them give them chores and homework, discipline them and so on. A boys world is populated and ruled over by these benevolent Goddesses. we may occasionally rebel against them but in the end we bend to Their will.

This inevitably makes a powerful imprint upon the male psyche and perhaps all things Feminine are a fundamental part of this imprinting.

This however seems at best like a partial explanation. What about objects that a boy typically doesn’t encounter that become powerfully fetishized by males. i don’t ever recall one of my teachers bringing Her whip to class. i also don’t seem to recall having any particular fascination with Women’s shoes for example. Of course it is possible that strong associations are unconsciously made in the male mind.

Also what about the Girls? They are exposed to the same Female authority figures yet don’t seem to develop the fetishes ( or at least at nowhere near the frequency). i also wonder if growing up in a world of Feminine authority and power imprints within Them a sense that it is Women who are the natural leaders and authority figures? That’s perhaps beyond the scope of this article but an interesting question nonetheless.

At this point i can accept the idea of these ‘imprints’ being made on boys and then lying dormant ready to spring forth in the future.

One thing that is very clear to me is that males place great importance on symbols. In particular symbols of power and authority.

From the moment of sexual awakening males are viscerally cognizant of the mysterious, all consuming, sexual power of the Feminine.

we are awed and hypnotized by the alluring curves and sublime motions of the Female form. The sweet lilt of a Feminine voice and that particular sparkle in a Woman’s eye. we are irresistibly drawn to the mysterious beauty of the feminine and at the same time shocked by our powerlessness before it. we struggle for Female approval, the slightest smile or acknowledgement. our bodies respond instinctively. Even a sharp verbal rebuke from a Woman cuts any man to his very soul yet at the same time some part of him enjoys being on the receiving end of Her exertion of Feminine power. we are humiliated and aroused.

What madness!

Coming back to the symbolism i am struck that even going back to the cave there are countless artistic and religious symbols of the Female form. males, at a loss to comprehend the power of the Female are reduced to endless attempts to render and understand that power through art and symbolism. All futile by the way but we just can’t help ourselves.

As Camille Paglia put it “fetishism, for instance, a practice which like most of the sex perversions is confined to men, is clearly a conceptualizing or symbol-making activity”.

This i believe gets to the heart of the matter. we as males see Feminine associated objects, anatomy and activities as directly symbolic of that mysterious Feminine Power that envelopes us. In doing so we sexualize the 'thing' itself  both as a symbol of that power and a proxy for it. So a Woman’s shoe is not just a shoe to us but more of a sacred object representing the divine power of the Goddess at the deepest level.

boys may be weird but Mother Nature has Her ways.


In continuing this series i’ll look at some particular fetishes that i personally find powerfully compelling and discuss my thoughts about them.

Thoughts On Male Strippers and Social Change

Previously i had posted some of Our/our thoughts concerning Female strippers and the male audience experience. Goddess pointed out that i had promised to write a second part concerning male strippers but never actually did it. For that of course i apologize.

i think that the reason i had dragged my feet on this is that i just could not assemble a fully coherent thesis regarding this topic, the attitudes and experiences of the Female audience and the differences between the Female and male versions of this performance art form.

As You/you may have gathered from the last post i have received a comprehensive first hand crash course in male erotic dancing thanks to Goddess and Her newest business partner, the amazing Mistress Denise.

One of the things that made understanding the phenomena of male strip shows difficult is that they are a relatively recent development. From what i can tell having done some research on the topic they really didn’t become a common occurrence until the 1970’s along side the rise of Playgirl magazine and the mainstream Feminist movement.

Traditionally, under the patriarchy, male sexuality and sexual arousal were treated as taboo subjects. It was socially unacceptable to portray male sexual arousal. Even flipping through Playgirl magazines from the 1970’s and 80’s will reveal model after model sporting a thoroughly flaccid cock. male strip shows of the same era such as the Chippendale’s limited the ‘stripping’ to the men’s g-strings and no further, though the bulging contents of the dancers fabric pouches left little to the imagination. Even today there are many male reviews that limit the dancers to stripping down to the g-string and no further. In my research it seemed to me that while Women appreciated the men’s physique and performance in these shows there was often a palpable sense of disappointment at not being able to appreciate all the of the strippers 'assets'. Today however this is less of an issue with numerous opportunities for Women to fully appreciate male anatomy at a strip show.

Even today in the mainstream media such as movies it continues to be routine that Women are  expected to show Their naked bodies while male sexuality is covered or not shown. Though thankfully this is changing.

i have always found it ridiculous that the same males who proclaim themselves dominant or superior are afraid that simply revealing their sexual bits will somehow lead to the fall of civilization. Perhaps what they really mean is the fall of patriarchy and male privilege.

What really seems to be at play here is fear. The fear of males revealing their greatest weakness, the one that exposes all their macho attitudes for the nonsense that it actually is. For while a Women’s sexuality remains hidden and mysterious even when She is nude, a males sexuality is fully revealed to the world the moment the last bit of fabric is pulled away. The males fully visible arousal is an undeniable and uncontrollable testimony to Women’s sexual power over males. How can a male deny a Woman’s innate ability to so thoroughly dominate his mind when the evidence of that power is standing erect for All/all to see? There is really no equivalent overt state the male can elicit in the Female, which massively tilts the balance of sexual power in Her favor.

Add to that the exposed male ball sac, hanging there, a vulnerable, swinging target for any Female who wishes to assert Her authority. One slap of the sac of even the most hulking male by the most petite Female will send said male crumpling to the ground in agony. MotherNature may have endowed the male with a size and strength advantage but She also saw fit to make him extremely vulnerable. To the Female She endowed unspeakable beauty that males can’t resist, superior intelligence and the socialization skills needed to build a society plus the very source of life itself within Her powerful sexuality. It has always seemed obvious to me that Women have been endowed with all the qualities of social leadership and are fully equipped to exploit the only advantages endowed to men, physical strength, for the greater good.

Now this may seem like a bit of a detour from the topic at hand but it does explain the patriarchal resistance to public displays of male sexual arousal, now thankfully crumbling along with the patriarchy. It also I think it helps explain what I have witnessed of the Female experience of viewing male strip shows.

It’s a very social activity.

Women attend the shows in groups and enjoy the performances collectively. One/one doesn’t often see a solitary Woman transfixed on the male dancer. Instead there is a cacophony of Feminine voices, laughter and commentary directed not just at the male displaying himself but towards each other. The Girls share comments and opinions about the males. They encourage each other to engage in risque behavior towards the boys. This is about having fun, Female bonding and expressing Themselves as Women at men's expense.

There is also an obvious element of the joy that comes from sexually objectifying males. Today's Alpha-Girls have few inhibitions with what They regard as Their right to treat men as sexual playthings. These Women are used to controlling Their own lives and sexuality and don’t feel They have to be ’nice’. i think many male dancers are quite shocked at first at the aggressiveness of many of the Female audience members towards them. i know i was quite surprised at first but soon got over it and learned to enjoy it. i have been subject to and have witnessed a range of behaviors  from raunchy ‘catcalls’ about my man parts, being slapped on the ass, having my ass-cheeks grabbed and pinched and my nipples tweaked. On occasion i’ve even had my ball sac grabbed at and my cock grabbed or pumped a couple of times. Management frowns upon hand-jobs so we are expected to extricate ourselves from those types of situations when they develop no matter how much we might enjoy just standing there and being pleasured.

This aggressive behavior is typically encouraged by social pressure among the Women. There’s clearly an element of pushing boundaries and the thrill of humiliating males. Today’s Alpha-Girl’s aren’t in the least bit intimidated by males despite their size and strength advantage. They routinely outclass males in education and the workplace. These Women know they have all the Goddess given tools to manipulate and control just about any male. males when confronted by an aggressive Alpha-Female naturally yield or are intimidated. It’s really our natural state to yield to and obey Women, especially confident and assertive Women. There have even been studies done showing that males in relationships with high-earning Alpha-Females see their testosterone levels drop. The male ego has always been a crude defense mechanism against  Feminine power, one however whose manifested juvenile behaviors are increasingly not tolerated by the Superior Sex.

One thing a male stripper learns quickly, i think, is to banish any latent male ego from his personality. It’s virtually impossible to maintain any pretense of a male ego while engaging in an activity that is fundamentally, lets face it, rather humiliating and degrading. It’s rather difficult to hold patriarchal values on the one hand while holding your hard cock in the other hand so a room full of screaming Female lawyers, stockbrokers, doctors and collage students can take your picture with Their smart-phones and try to grab at you. In essence They’ve bought the dancers male sexuality and put it on display for their own amusement so the men are expected to behave accordingly.

Strangely male dancers often do develop a kind of machismo which is subtly different than male ego. It’s not about thinking themselves better than Women but instead being a kind of Adonis, irresistible to Females. One/one can usually see this manifested in dancers who swing and thrust their cocks at the customers. Typically however their assessment of their attractiveness is greatly exaggerated. It’s usually just met with howls of derisive laughter from the Women who are more embarrassed for him then anything else.

The aggressive behavior of the Women towards the strippers is actually encouraged by the combination of the group social dynamic among the Females as well as the atmosphere in the clubs. In some male strip clubs the dancers are actually expected by management to encourage the customers to touch and feel them. Often dancers will bring Women from the audience on stage and allow Them to handle the goods even if only momentarily. Table dances are  routine and here the dancers not only grind against the customer but allow them to cop a feel. Personally when giving a table dance one of my favorite moves  is to bend over a bit and present my ass which almost without fail the customer will take the opportunity to run Her hands across. The tingling sensation always makes my cock twitch and never fails to catch the attention of one of the Girls in the group who screams, pointing out my excited manhood to Her friends who demand a look, provoking howls of laughter and giggling. Its super humiliating and i absolutely love it!

None of this sort of aggressive interaction would ever be tolerated at a Women’s strip club where the men are expected to always keep their hands to themselves, no matter how tormenting the Girls are, or else be tossed out the door. i assume since the male dancers are not really physically threatened by the Women this behavior is deemed OK. This of coarse doesn’t happen at all clubs.

One phenomena that does happen at the clubs is the dancers hooking up with the customers. Our/our clientele tends to be mostly professional Women or students on similar career paths. These are Women who are not accustomed to being told ‘no’. So if They see something They like They aren’t shy about going after it. i’ve seen Women use a Sharpie to write their phone number on a dancers butt-cheek , slip them a note or wait outside the club for some guy to come out. These are more often then not laser-focused career Women who are just looking for some fun and/or sex with a hot guy, not something long term. Most of the guys who work at the club are really working class. Most work jobs like construction where the work comes and goes so stripping part time affords them a nice supplemental income not to mention engaging in an activity they enjoy that lets them meet beautiful successful Women who would otherwise be off limits.

my fellow dancer and friend robert often talks to me about his hook ups. robert told me about Hannah, a stunning corporate lawyer who one night pulled him aside as he was serving drinks in the club (here many dancers fulfill different roles on different nights). There was nothing shy about Hannah. Instead of ordering a drink like robert expected She grabbed the front of his g-string, pulling it open and dropping Her business card inside before releasing him and letting the fabric snap closed. robert winced as the card scrapped against his balls. Being busy he had to spend the next hour with Her card shuffling around in his tight covering.

They did indeed hookup the next night he was off and They/they had fantastic, hot sex. They kept hooking up one or two times a week after that. But that’s all it was. Hannah had made it clear She was only really interested in him as Her boy-toy and not in anything serious or long term. rob was actually ok with that, as he put it,

“where else is a guy like me ever going to hook up with a Women like Hannah”

Recently the sex has become less frequent but rob has undertaken a new role in Hannah’s life. A couple of days per week he takes care of the garden, cleans Her pool, vacuums and tidy’s up Her house, washes Her BMW and does whatever other household chores Her busy schedule doesn’t allow.

“i started out as Her boy-toy and became Her houseboy. It’s ok though She pays me well”

robs experience shows how the wider economic shifts in society are showing up in the club. The Women who come in here are full of cash, have advanced degrees and high powered jobs. Any one of them probably makes 5-10x  or more in income compared with what any of the guys working here makes.

Its like there are two worlds that merge in the the club on a busy night.

The Worlds of;

Women vs men

Rich vs not rich

Upper Class vs lower class

Ambition vs ‘getting by’

Educated vs under-educated

Brain Work vs brawn work

This world in the male strip club is in fact a microcosm of the developing Female dominated society around us. It presents new challenges. How will Venus and mars ever get together if they are worlds apart?  Can Venus ever accept a lower class mate in a serious relationship. Apart from physical sexual pleasure what can They/they offer to each other?

i believe that for the most part the emergent gap between Women and men is in fact a natural phenomenon. Once Women forced the patriarchy to allow them to be on equal footing with men the Girls simply used Their natural talents and abilities to run away with the game.

The momentum is on Their side and the gaps will only grow more pronounced.

How on earth will We/we bridge this increasing inequality?

Well i think we actually need to forget about this notion of equality between the sexes.

i think the preponderance of evidence supports the position that Women are clearly superior to the male of the species. Even more so at the kinds of skills and talents needed in the modern economy.

So many men today seem lost, they have fallen behind in skills and education, had their careers stall or completely broken down.

This is not the fault of Women. Women have fully earned Their success through natural talent and hard work. we should celebrate Their success.

So i propose another path;

Instead of being in competition with Women males should be of service to Women.

The fact that Women are so successful and busy creates countless opportunities for males to be of service.

I believe that men like robert and myself are actually the future. we have found ways to be of service to successful beautiful Women. we use our bodies to entertain Women, our strength to do all the tasks Their busy careers don’t allow time for and our companionship is highly valued.

males need to get over this idea that we have to out-compete Women. Face it, it’s not going to happen. For millennia males have used their physical strength and outright violence to repress Women.

Then the world began to change. Women rose up and demanded equality with men.

Perhaps little did They realize They could never be man’s equal.

They could only be his better.

Seriously men, think about this.

Have you ever looked, really looked, at a beautiful Women and asked yourself honestly,

‘How can i compete with that?’

you simply can’t and i think you know it. we all know it even if sometimes our fragile male ego resists the thought.

There are so many possibilities for us in this new world.

i have been lucky enough to have been accepted by a beautiful Superior Goddess to worship at Her boot, under Her whip in total abject service to Her. i am blissfully happy!

For robert he has found a fulfilling role taking care of Hannah’s house, pleasing Her sexually when She desires and otherwise entertaining Women at the club.

There is a world of possibilities.

males need to understand that it’s OK to;

-earn far less than a Women
-have a Female boss
-be a Women’s houseboy
-let Women use you just for sex
-be a kept man
-be a househusband
-let Her be the leader
-be a Mistresses slave
-choose a more traditionally Feminine career path
-sacrifice your career for Hers

The point is if you let go of male ego and pride then you open yourself up to a world of possibilities just by putting the Woman in your life first and supporting Women in general throughout society.

Embrace the new Female order for all it has to offer.

As more than one Women his related to me over the years;

“A man needs to be useful”

So be useful.