Politics and the Female Future

No doubt many of You/you were disheartened by the events of the past year. It seems patriarchy is not going down without a fight, holding tooth and nail to male privilege, no matter the ultimate cost to society and the planet as a whole.

Make no mistake however. This is the last desperate gasp of the last male dominated generation. The widespread social revolution seen throughout much of the world will continue. The advancement of Women has become like gravity, something that can be fought against but the eventual outcome is inevitable. Women have acquired ever more education, wealth and power. The trend lines are clear no matter how much of a backlash there may be from certain sectors. Of course the coming few years are fraught with danger, dark forces are on the lose. History isn't a straight line from A to B. Vigilance, activism  and determination will be required. Just know that the natural order will prevail.

Don't ever forget how some people doubted that America would ever vote for a Woman president yet Hillary Clinton got almost 3 million more votes than her male opponent. Only quirks of the political system and outside interference tilted the results away from the will of the people.

Don't despair, get engaged and get active.

Looking for a Doctor? Find a Woman.

Add this to the pile of ever accumulating evidence of Female superiority. Of course finding a Female doctor is becoming ever easier. Many medical schools now report Women making up ~ 60% of student enrollment. -EJ

New Evidence of the Superiority of Female Doctors
James Hamblin
Salaries for female physicians average some $19,879—eight percent—lower than male physicians. At academic hospitals, male physicians receive more research funding and are more than twice as likely as female physicians to rise to the rank of full professor.
These disparities have historically been attributed to the effects of disproportionate domestic responsibilities—including maternity leave and subsequent part-time schedules. As physicians Rita Redberg and Anna Parks note, this can be perceived to “undermine the quality of female physiciansʼ work and explain male physiciansʼ higher salaries.”
But no. Female physicians actually tend to provide higher-quality medical care than males, according to research released today. If male physicians were as adept as females, some 32,000 fewer Americans would die every year—among Medicare patients alone.
The research is published in the journal JAMA Internal Medicine. Researchers from Harvard University reviewed the records of 1,583,028 hospital visits among Medicare patients. Within 30 days of arriving at the hospital, rates of death and re-admission were significantly lower when the patientʼs doctor was female.
This was true for people with medical conditions of all sorts and severities. The researchers tried to account for every variable; but ultimately all that was left was the finding that women are superior to men at treating these (65-and-older) patients in the hospital. The association held true even for patients who were randomly assigned to a physician when they arrived. People treated by a female had a 4 percent lower relative risk of dying and 5 percent lower relative risk of being admitted to the hospital again in the following month.
To explain the discrepancy, the researchers point to past studies that have shown female physicians are more likely to provide preventive care and psychosocial counseling. Female doctors are also more likely to adhere to clinical guidelines. Though as Redberg and Parks note in an accompanying editorial today, adherence to clinical guidelines “does not always equate with quality or value of care.”
Instead they point to data that says female physicians “have a more patient- centered communication style, are more encouraging and reassuring, and have longer visits than male physicians.”
Still the implication is not that everyone should rush to choose a female physician, discarding males in droves. For one, this would be impractical since females make up only one-third of the American physician work force. In the journal article, the researchers conclude, rather: “Understanding exactly why these differences in care quality and practice patterns exist may provide valuable insights.” And in a press statement, researcher Ashish Jha said the next step would be “to understand why female physicians have lower mortality so that all patients can have the best possible outcomes, irrespective of the gender of their physician.”
While gender differences in practice styles have been shown in past research, todayʼs study is the first to compare such meaningful outcomes as death and re-hospitalization. These are the results that many patients and doctors—and certainly hospitals and insurance corporations—care about most. In a profession increasingly conscious of bottom lines and quality outcomes, these numbers may be what it takes to spur equal (or better) compensation and opportunity for female physicians.

Emma Returns

Weeks passed before i set eyes on Emma again. Then one Friday night, while finishing up a table dance i quickly scanned the room for other possibilities.

There She was. Her flowing red hair unmistakable, even in the flashing lights, tumbling past bare shoulders as Her head gently moved to the music. Strangely, She was alone, without Her usual entourage. Collecting my things and quickly sorting myself i made my way to Her for what i thought would be a ‘sure thing’ and a chance to unravel some more the mystery of this beguiling Goddess. Approaching Her table i was greeted with a flash of recognition from Her piercing blue eyes but instead of inviting me to join Her She simply mouthed the word ‘later’ under the pulsing music and with a flick of Her finger dismissed me.

Crushed and confused i just smiled slightly, nodding agreement, and reluctantly slinked away. The apparent interest She had shown weeks earlier had somehow dissipated. Maybe She was pissed that i didn’t contact Her. Goddess had made sure that wasn’t going to happen, even if i were inclined towards such an indiscretion. Maybe i had overestimated my ability to stand out among all the fine specimens of masculinity on offer. i’m sure to a Woman like Emma men like us are just interchangeable sexual commodities to be sampled, enjoyed and discarded for whoever catches Her gaze next.

Let down but not wanting to be seen showing any lack of enthusiasm or energy, i carried on.

Within seconds i spotted a table of shimmering blondes. Several of whom held up fistfuls of cash that they waved in my direction. i do love it when Women know that can simply buy a male for Their amusement. Stepping in close i soon felt countless soft Feminine hands pressed against my hard flesh. The toothy blond in front of me pressed Her hand flat against my abs, gliding upwards to my chest, flowing over every contour.  Finely manicured fingernails traced the curve of my ass cheek while other fingers traced along the ridge of my bicep. i resisted nothing, exalting in the shiver of Their entitled manhandling. i felt my swelling cock beginning to twitch, stretching against the tight fabric. Something that didn’t escape the Girls attention. “He’s getting excited!”,” aren’t you big boy?” One of Them called out from the side and before long i felt the first palm fall flat against the length of my wrapped, pulsing shaft. my ears filling with a Feminine shriek as my manhood pressed against Her hand, followed by bursts of Girlish laughter. Yet Her soft hand stood its ground as i pressed against it, relaxing in pleasure. This only seemed to fuel Their carnal appetites. Soon i felt fingers slipping inside the rim of my thin garment. Fingers pressed against my ball sac, i winced slightly. Soft fingertips and smooth nails slid along my stretching shaft. The thin fabric no defence against these Women’s hunger.

Not willing to be seen giving in so easily, i turned around, and bent forward, giving a nice view of myself from behind. Appreciative, probing fingers pressed into my flesh and began tugging against the g-string. I feigned trying to push them away, not wanting to be seen surrendering so easily. To build up some playful tension, anticipation, teasing.

i wanted these Women to feel...Victorious.

i wanted these Women to feel like They have subdued and captured male flesh for Their amusement.

Letting my faux defense's lapse felt like being set upon by a pack of Lionesses, hungry for meat. Multiple hands grabbed at my g-string, quickly gaining a firm grip and ripping it away. It disappeared somewhere down in the darkness of the floor below.

A cacophony of laughter and screams followed as i slowly turned and my stiff erection came into view. So many hands suddenly pressed against me that i was urgently pushed back and laid across the table, happy side up. i let my arms go limp as my hardness pulsed, hands everywhere, the first flick against my cock causing me to gasp in surprise and pleasure. The Girls took turns stroking me, quick, furtive, strokes becoming more bold and obvious as They realized i offered no resistance. Suddenly i felt something cool and wet across my torso. One of the Girls had pulled out a small bottle of baby oil and squirted me from chest to groin. She did it so quickly i didn’t even have time to react before i was set upon my numerous hands gliding the slick liquid over my frame. Looking down all i could see were numerous hands sliding everywhere rendering every contour and muscular curve of my body slick and shining, the Girls faces filled with joy, Their eyes twinkled with deviousness. Seeing me looking Her way the toothy blonde wrapped two slick hands around my shaft and staring right into my eyes began pumping away. Any thought of protesting evaporated in ecstasy as i was overcome. She bit Her lower lip as She stroked me hard one last time, flicking Her slick hands past my swollen cock head. I gasped, threw my head back, and trembled in pure bliss. The Girls howled with glee but i knew things were starting to get out of hand, and i wouldn’t be able to take much more of this treatment without having an accident. Trying to resist the urge to give in, i sat up and leaned into Her, felt Her warmth and Her Feminine scent enveloped my senses. i planted a soft appreciative kiss on Her cheek which She deemed insufficient as She pushed Her full soft lips to mine and kissed me deeply, holding my mouth. As Our/our lips parted We/we smiled, almost laughing, at each other. i sensed She knew She’d been pushing Her luck and that i’d been letting Her. She reached up, placed Her palms flat on my chest, letting them glide down my torso one last time before i pivoted to Her friends for my farewell tour. Eager appreciative hands were everywhere, photos taken, and the Girls deposited piles of cash all around me. On occasions like this i’m filled with joy and know that i’d been thoroughly used and enjoyed. 

Gathering the cash, knowing full well repeatedly bending down to retrieve it gave the Girls eyes an extra opportunity to linger over my nakedness it wasn’t lost on me just why They liked to toss the cash every which way. Another little game, another little Feminine power trip. i wondered if They knew just how much i actually enjoyed it as well.  i didn’t even bother trying to retrieve my long gone scrap of clothing, by then it’d probably been whisked away as a trophy by one of the Girls like so many times before. i know when i’m not getting out of there with my clothes.

I backed away slowly, smiling and waving good bye as the Girls gathered a last look at my fullness and started to chatter and whisper among themselves.

Turning, i suddenly found myself face to face with Emma, who seemed to come out of nowhere and whose dress my stiff cockhead brushed against. Surprised and suddenly feeling a little embarrassed and intimidated i took a small step back and made a confusing attempt at an apology.

Not missing a beat,  stepping into my space She wrapped a soft hand tightly around my hard slick shaft, seizing me with Her gaze, She simply pivoted and began marching me by the cock across the crowded noisy room. i offered no resistance, not having either the time or inclination either way. I stumbled awkwardly behind Her, trying to hold my balance and keep in step with her fast clicking heels.

What i couldn’t escape noticing were the looks from all the Women as Emma marched me past Them like Her naked captive. The silent gasps, sly smiles, the pointing and howls of approving laughter cascaded in a wave across the room. Emma made a point of putting me on show, displaying Her dominance, authority and control, silently encouraging the Others.

 Establishing new social norms.

Catching glimpses of the men as i was pulled past revealed more uncertain reactions. Some shot an ‘all in good fun’ smile, others avoided eye contact or shuffled uncomfortably, taken aback by such an overt humiliation of ‘one of their own’. All the men at the club knew full well that playful teasing and degradation is part of the deal but Emma had now, in some way, crossed deep into new territory. All the Women knew it and so did the men. The unspoken balance of power and expectations had been shifted even further in the Women's favour. Women were free to push back the boundaries and the boys would be expected to cede even more of their ground, their dignity, to the Girls ever swelling powers and appetites.

Yet none of the men gestured any support or attempted in any way to intervene, they, to-a-man, remained docile and detached. Either unwilling or afraid to challenge the fierce will of this remarkable Woman. The air in the room virtually crackled with Feminine energy.

This was not a ‘man’s world’ but some other place where the Feminine reigned supreme.



What felt like an eternity was in fact over in a moment. Emma pulled me straight through the doors leading to an external corridor with a chorus of Girlish cheers and catcalls ringing in my ears. At no point did She loosen Her grip or even look back at me. One hand tightly gripped Her Chanel handbag as securely as the other griped the length of my maleness.

Turing to the right She began climbing the stairs, Her high heels clicking all the way.

“i..i..i don’t think...”, was all i could get out before She stopped at the next staircase landing and turned to face me with an icy, intimidating stare,

“Shut. Up.”, was all it took to silence my meek protest as She again turned and pulled me up the steps behind Her.

my mind and heart raced, things were spinning completely out of control. How could i stop this? Did i even want to? i don’t think i could, even if i had the willpower.

At the top of the stairs i was marched smartly towards the door at the end of the hall, the same door to the ‘interview room’ i had presented myself to so many weeks ago.

Emma stopped there, turned the handle and pushed it open.

my mind filled with questions. ‘Why is She taking me here?’, ‘how does She even know about this place?’, ‘What’s going on here?’

Suddenly She released me, swung behind, pressed Her fingers against my back and pushed me forward.

 The room was cool and silent, in near complete, inky darkness. A single spotlight mounted somewhere above cast a bright, focused circle on the floor in front of one of the steel support beams.

i proceeded in the darkness hesitantly but Emma soon overtook me, circling in front, “Stop” is all She said and i froze in place. Again without a hint of shyness She reached under and tightly grasped my ball sac, lifted it and pushed me back against the pillar. Gasping as i was released the next thing i heard was Emma sifting through her black Chanel handbag and the distinct metallic clinking of steel handcuffs being pulled out.

This was getting serious. Before i even realized it i felt the cold steel, and heard the rapid fire clicking of the metal tightening around my left wrist. Pulling my right arm back She repeated the procedure with freighting expertise.

Click, click, click.

With that simple unchallenged gesture She bound my wrists behind the cold pillar. Up to now i’d feigned being Her captive, submissively playing along with Her highly charged, playfully erotic dominance.

Now i really was Her naked captive, how easily She was able to disarm and subdue me. What was i thinking?

That was just the point, i hadn’t been thinking at all, just mindlessly obeying Her authoritative Feminine nature which exploited every deeply programmed submissive impulse in the male psyche. No man could have resisted. No man would want to.


Whatever She had in mind i’d now largely ceded my ability to resist. my stiff erection pulsed in the air, like a panting, desperate dog, betraying the fact i had no intention of resisting at all.

my naked body betrayed the total control She now commanded over my body and spirit. There was no denying it for it stood there hungry and desperate for Her touch.

i knew it and Her sly expression, the slightly upturned lips and just discernible  smile suggested She knew it fully as well. Her eyes slowly mapped every inch of me, lingering over my desperate manhood. She took Her time, making certain I felt properly objectified.

Stepping to my side i felt a finely manicured fingernail circle my nipple, which stiffened in response as i took deep slow breaths.

With two fingers She tightly grasped my excited nipple and gave a hard squeeze and twist causing me to gasp in response. Holding me tight She seized my gaze, studying my reactions. Satisfied She let go and i felt the warm rush of feelings return.

With a click, click click from Her shoes She disappeared behind me as i felt the trace of a single fingernail along the curve of my ass, the tingling sensation causing me to squeeze my ass cheeks and my hard shaft to bob up and down.

i felt myself squeeze of a bolus of pre-cum which filled the tip of my cockhead and slowly dripped to the floor in a thin sticky thread.

With one hand She felt the tightness of my ass cheek and with the other She slipped two fingers behind the short chain holding the steel manacles together. She pulled on the chain as if to test its strength and the security of my restraint.

 i began moaning softly as i tried to turn my head, desperate for a glimpse of this fiery temptress but i couldn’t turn far enough.

She simply leaned into my ear and with a warm breath whispered “got you” as I moaned a breathless “ye..yess.”

The scent of Her expensive perfume filled the air around me, my hunger for Emma was total.

She took Her time, lingering behind me, setting a pace that suited Her desires, not mine.

She slowly raked my muscular bicep with Her fingers and playfully teased my ass cheeks before slowly returning to face me. Again She lingered, taking Her time, surveying my physique and the state of my desperation.

A slight smirk came to Her full lips, and Her eyes twinkled.

She began to speak softly,

“look at the state you’re in, have you always been so..so...”

“submissive” i unthinkingly offered that till now unspoken word to finish Her sentence.

“Submissive, interesting way to put it, not quite the word I was searching for but lets go with that.”

“Have you always been so submissive?”

“Yes Ma’am, to Women”

“Well that’s interesting, I certainly like a boy who knows his place, that’s for sure. But doesn’t that get you into trouble. Let’s face it some Girls might not approach a guy like you with the purest of intentions”

“no Ma’am but that’s fine with me, really”

“Ma’am! how formal, you're a cute one that’s for sure”

As She continued the small talk She took a fistful of my hair and roughly played with it.

“Don’t worry big boy, I’m not going to hurt you..much”

That last word caused my cock to spontaneously leap, something that didn’t fail to escape Her close inspection.

Still holding my hair She lowered Her other hand to my pulsing hardness and encircled its base with Her thumb and index finger. She held me there as if to just steady and calm me before gliding Her soft ‘O-ring’ down my full length, my brain lost in escalating, intense bliss as She squeezed my cock head and i ejected a stream of slick pre-cum which She used to lubricate my maddening desperation. She stroked me a few more times driving my mind skyward leaving me openly moaning, my frame trembling and the handcuffs clanking against steel.

“wow you’re a hungry one”

“yes..yes, its been so long”

That was true. Goddess had been away on business for most of the past two months which left Us/us with little playtime. The embers of the last mind-fucking orgasm She had given me still glowed inside, the way i uncontrollably laughed with joy and unfiltered bliss as the jets of hot cum burst forth as Her wild hand-job took me past the point of no return and Her permission to cum made it oh-so guilt free. A state of pure happiness.

Now Emma, this complete stranger of sublime, fiery, irresistible beauty held me in Her grip, offering me the same opportunity at total pleasure. All i had to do was surrender into Her hand and paradise would be mine.

But what about Goddess, how could I betray my keeper. i began having wild thoughts;

‘What if Goddess gave me to Emma, or sold me to Her. All Her Girlfriends were swapping males all the time.’

‘could i bare Her wrath, would She throw me in the street or whip me raw or or..’

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Boys shouldn’t try to think too much it always seems to hurt for you guys, just shut up and look pretty, that’s what you do best.”

With that i stopped trying to think, trying to struggle with the moral dilemma, the consequences seemed far away while ecstasy lay right ‘at hand.’

With that i thrust forward and began to fuck Her proffered hand. Slowly at first then with ever greater speed and intensity i pumped into Her grip on a mad drive to ultimate pleasure, nothing would stop me now.

My breathing became shorter and more rapid, i openly moaned like an animal, panting, sweating, dripping.

“Come on boy you know you want it, cum for me” She purred in my ear.

I could feel the eruption building, I was shaking and breathing like a marathon runner as the climax of my desperation neared.

Not much longer, almost there.

“please” i just groaned and with one last long thrust into the slick warmth of Emma’s hand i reached the precipice and stared into the piercing blue eyes of this smouldering red-haired She Devil. Our/our eyes locked and She smiled knowing She had won and i saw the depths of Her depraved hell and never wanted anything more badly than this.

i pulled back for one last long stroke into Her hand, then thrust forwards hell bent on completion when suddenly, without warning and without a hint of mercy or empathy...

She flicked my cock head quickly one last time and pulled Her hand away.

I let out the deepest animalistic moan of desperation as a stream of creamy cum flowed out impotently and plopped onto the floor below. I squeezed my ass cheeks hoping somehow to save my lost orgasm but to no avail. A few more drops of cum oozed out as I just moaned in frustration, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the betrayal.

“p.please” was all i could mouth but Emma just stood back, hands on hips smiling at Her handiwork, the soul shattering humiliation of this hungry, desperate, animal.

I just fell back against the girder, staring at Her unable to comprehend, unable to believe She could act with such casual cruelty.

But then again i realized long ago that this cruelty, this ability to manipulate and control was a Woman's birthright just as it was a males to always fall into Her little traps and come out loving Her and desperate for Her more than ever as a result. Mother Nature knows what She does and how to do it.

By now Emma had casually whipped out Her smartphone as started taking photos of my abject debasement,

“smile for the camera pretty boy”

i meekly complied not sure what else i could do.

Emma then approached me, carefully stepping around the pools of sticky cum glistening on the floor.

Pressing Herself against me She simply said,

“get on your knees” and I descended downwards in compliance.

Staring down into at me She pulled my hair, tilting my head upwards to stare into Her eyes.

“Understand something boy, with Me, you take what I give you and I take what I want from you and you’ll be grateful for that, is that clear?”

“yes Ma’am” was the only correct response.

With that She kicked my knees apart and delivered a swift precise strike to my ball sac sending me sideways doubled over in waves of dull radiating pain. I moaned in real physical grief this time and I could hear Her fumbling in Her handbag followed by the distant sound of metal hitting and sliding across the hardwood floor somewhere in the far distance.

The key! Out there somewhere in the distance out of reach.

She had no intention what-so-ever of releasing me. With that the clicking of Her heels faded in the distance behind me.

Stopping at the door She gave one last command,

“Oh and by the way I expect to get my handcuffs back”

Then She was gone, leaving me a humiliated, sticky, aching, handcuffed, shattered, mess.

As the hours drifted by and the pain faded i thought back over the events of the evening and before i knew it my cock was at full attention again, still hungry for that denied climax yet i couldn’t even finish myself off as my hands remained securely locked away.

She said She ‘had me’, no truer words were ever spoken.

Emma

Another hot summer night, a Friday. Once again i found myself circulating among the Women seated around the tables on the main floor. It was between shows on the main stage, the DJ was spinning heavy, pulsing electro-danse music, the colored lights flashed in synchrony. Like the other boys, i was circulating from table to table offering more intimate up close entertainment for any Clients so inclined. Wearing nothing more than a thin tight black g-string that did little to hide the shape and heft of my package and even less to mask my tight behind.

I’d been working at the club for about three months, mostly waiting tables at first but now offering table dances or private shows in the VIP room to small groups of Women. Sometimes it was nothing more than sitting at a table and chatting up the Girls while they pressed Their warm Feminine curves against me, softly stroking my chest or pressing against my bicep, sometimes a little tipsy, sometimes a lot.

Occasionally i’d be called upon to perform on the main stage but that wasn’t routine yet. I’d done it only twice and still had work to do to reach the caliber of the regular dancers, but i’d been striving hard to get there, at Goddesses insistence. Working the tables was my main job right now. Mistress Denise told me i had a real knack for it, the Women really liked what They saw and enjoyed the easygoing, flirty banter that seemed to come naturally to me.

No Debate

i don't tend to have much time to watch television, being kept busy and productive in service to my Goddess but there was one recent event that She insisted We/we watch together. That being the US Presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and donald trump.

Goddess explained that this was an historic occasion, the first US Presidential debate featuring a Woman candidate.

At the appointed hour i kneeled in front of the sofa in the main living room as Goddess got comfortable on the soft leather. I flicked on the big screen and found an appropriate channel.

Throughout the debate Goddess offered sharp comments, especially with regards to the often inane stupidity of trumps behavior and vacuous comments. When Ms. Clinton made a particularly sharp retort Goddess would poke me with her foot to emphasize the point.

What struck me more and more as the debate wore on were the sharp differences between the two candidates. Ms. Clinton was always calm, composed, patient, and sharp. As She claimed She was well prepared and wouldn't stoop to trumps level.

The male candidate on the other-hand seemed unprepared and flustered, even desperate. Even worse was that he seemed hyper-emotional and hysterical.

What again are those sexual stereotypes about the calm and cool male vs. the emotional crying Female? Can there be any more visible proof of the complete nonsense of these ideas. Who came across as the calm and cool one, the true leader? Not him that's for certain.
   
At the end Goddess told me to turn off the TV and asked me what i thought.

"clearly Ms. Clinton won, She's clearly more intelligent, composed and  rational. He's too emotional, too much of a hot head and not prepared to be President"

"I agree" was all She offered with a sly smile as She lifted Her foot to my mouth. Eagerly i lowered my head and planted adoring kisses on Her petite foot, my mind filled with the thought of having witnessed another large step on the road to the Female future.

The sight of a Woman thoroughly dispensing with an arrogant, old-school male so convincingly and publicly was rather arousing.

My manhood twitching at the thought of it.  

One Day You/you Wake up...

...and find that the leaders of Germany and the United Kingdom are Women and that the leading candidate for President of the United States is a Woman.

When things have been quietly building for a long time change can come quickly yet seem natural.

Whatever one thinks of the particular politics this is something worth noting...

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