Thoughtful Comment form L

Here's a fantastic comment on my previous post  and some of my quick thoughts about it

There’s a larger point to be made here. Mainstream feminists increasingly see that the roots of male violence and social dysfunction are so deep that politics as usual is no longer viable. There needs to be a new goal of eliminating the entire category of “men” and masculinity and starting over. One feminist put it this way: “I do think the concept of “manliness” needs to be taken out and shot.” She asks individual males to “start hating men-as-a-group in the same way that feminists hate them — not as a way that encourages automatic hostility towards members of the group, but a way where you want to see the group disbanded and its charter destroyed and cast to the winds and forgotten.” To that I say: ‘amen,” and I say “long live misandry.”

What you and your Goddess are doing a really cutting-edge work. It’s about destroying any vestige of male pride, independence, and privilege, and rebuilding—utterly humiliating men—and ON THAT BASIS redefining a new category for males of the species. All reality starts in fantasy, and your Goddess is making Hers and yours (as she says, cocks don’t lie) come true. Very beautiful.

L 

L,

What a very thoughtful reply. i think you really get to the core of it. So much of toxic patriarchal values were built around the idea of 'male unity',  putting severe pressure on males to conform to a common set of values whether or not individual males agreed with them. Through violence and intimidation of those males who refused to conform males were indoctrinated into a culture, through brute force and male unity, where power, wealth, education, and privilege were taken and held by males. Or i should say by a very few males who were able to concentrate power with themselves at everyone else’s expense, both Female and male.

Such a culture of course degraded the Sacred Feminine to the extent that its propaganda indoctrinated a view of Women as sexual playthings, property, domestic help, and inferior to males. Any who didn’t conform were labeled ‘whores’ or heretics to be dealt with accordingly through acts of violence or reputational shaming.

But of course many individual males understood that even as they towed the patriarchal line they themselves could see and feel the reality of Female Power.

And of course Women would rebel and begin to take back Their natural place as the leaders of human society. In doing so They gained ever greater education, wealth, power, and refused to conform to male expectations. And what do males do when confronted by Female Power? Why they submit of course, that’s a natural reflex for males. After all Females are the literal givers of life itself and their psycho-sexual power seems, as if by design, able to subdue and enslave males to Her.

Females also seem to have an innate ability to shatter male unity. Pretty much any group of males inwardly focused on themselves becomes instantly thrown into chaos in the presence of an alluring Female as all the males become focused on Her and descend into infighting as they compete for Her attention. A Female has the ability to literally atomize any pack of roving males and bring its members individually into line.

males are hardwired to be almost hypnotized by the Female form and to strive to please Her at almost any cost or effort.  ‘The Coven’ is simply a group of these Alpha-Females who understand their innate power over males and ruthlessly exploit that power, and male weakness before it. The countless eager males willing to assume such positions and all those stiff cocks responding to such Female Power is simply a manifestation of these Women’s divine Goddess Nature and the natural state of males as slaves to that power. The more Females exercise Their power the further down into submission males descend to the point where they exist in a spiritual state of worshiping the Female with their body and mind. As Elise Sutton put it in one of Her wonderful books, subspace is that place where the Female rules supreme. Where the male exists in a worshipful state of awe towards the Female.



For males subspace is true spiritual enlightenment.

So in ever increasing ways society is turning, the future is indeed Female. Not all males will surrender so eagerly, but bit by bit, the trends seem clear. Powerful Women will use Their natural intelligence, beauty and Goddess Power to subdue males for their betterment and pleasure. The result will be a more harmonious human society that will benefit both Female and male.

Last Night / Domestic Thoughts

Update 02/11/19 : Added some additional comments at the and a thanks for the kind comments!

For Goddess the past few weeks have been increasingly stressful. She’s in the midst of a big business deal that She’s hoping to seal in the coming weeks. Needless to say Her stress level has been sky high and Her interest in playing with me pretty much absent.

i’ve effectively been put into ‘service mode’, and have had to live without much physical contact let alone anything sexual. As She keeps reminding me though, “there’s nothing sexier than seeing you cook, clean, and do dishes!”

So obviously everything in Her world is shining and spotless as i’ve channeled my sexual frustrations into doing what is expected of me to an almost superhuman level.

Last night though, seeing how distracted and stressed She was as She lay in Her soft pajamas, curled up next to my naked frame in Her bed, i thought i’d try to help her relax. Offering a message, She reluctantly agreed though She warned me She was someplace else in Her head.

She didn’t fail to notice my stiff erection however, but deflated me by simply saying She wasn’t in the mood to play with me.

Nevertheless i was able to gently coax Her out of Her top, i admit, selfishly giving myself a glorious view of Her audacious curves and doing nothing to calm my pulsing manhood or lesson my desire for Her. Slowly i began to kneed into Her tight back muscles with my strong hands. i cold sense Her resisting me. Frustrated but undeterred i leaned in to nuzzle the gentle curve of Her neck, planting soft but urgent kisses, tracing Her neckline with my wet tongue. Breathing warmly into Her ear i gently traced along the side of Her soft breasts with my fingers. She let out a soft gasp of surprised pleasure. i sensed She didn’t expect me to be so bold.

i was making progress. Next, with some trepidation, i slipped my hands under Her hoping to encourage Her to turn over. Reluctantly She agreed and i helped Her into position. Becoming ever bolder, kneeling there above Her on the bed, i took a moment to bask in admiration at Her beauty, my cock danced hungrily and not being able to resist i leaned in, placed a hand on each side of the waistline of Her pajamas, i began to tease them down, carefully attuned to  any hint of resistance, knowing full well i could be on the receiving end of Her fury if my unsolicited move wasn’t welcome So intoxicated by Her that i was willing to risk a good thrashing i took a breath and steeled myself. Finding no resistance i pressed my luck, and pulled the soft garment slowly, reverently, down and away.

All that now rested between Us/us was the thin black strip of Her lace g-string panties.  i sat there for a moment, my eyes tracing Her curves, lips, breasts, flat firm tummy, down over the barely covered mound of Her divine sex, across long tawny, tanned legs to Her beautiful, petite, feet, noting each darkly lacquered toenail, my very own handy-work.

For a second my mind drifted and i weirdly thought of how male spiders are drawn irresistibly to the deadly Female even though She is perfectly willing to literally consume them. They can’t resist Her allure. Aren’t we males all spidermen now, addicted to and utterly consumed by our beautiful, alluring, radiant Goddesses. Literal slaves to Their beauty. Proudly Pussy-Whipped.

These swirling thoughts  caused me to involuntarily squeeze my ass-cheeks, pushing a bolus of pre-cum to my cock tip. It sat there for a long moment as i eyed it overflow into a rivulet that streamed in slow motion downward, leaving a growing wet spot on the sheets.

Unable to resist, all thoughts other than of Her driven from my mind, guided only by basic instinct and overwhelmed by submissive desire, with both hands i lifted Her sacred foot to my lips. i engulfed Her toes, swirling my strong tongue around each one in turn, all the while kneading Her foot with strong fingers.

Her low moan of pleasure was thrilling as She pushed Her toes deeply into my hungry mouth. Debasing myself before Her, kneeling, sweating, stiff-cocked, dripping, sucking, and licking the lowest part of Her imperious being, fully displaying my complete burning lust for this Goddess, the incarnation of the mysterious Feminine. We/we both fully understood the potent erotic symbolism, that i existed only for Her, lost in Her, consumed by Her, owned by Her.

Devoid of male pride i reached out and held Her other foot aloft beside the other, working my mouth between Her toes hungrily and eagerly, She seemed so relaxed, offering up each foot for my fevered adoration.

All the while my eager, hungry manhood begged for the paradise of Her maddening hot sex.

Having ravished Her toes i slowly slipped my lips down the length of Her legs, covering each long firm leg with hot wet kisses and long, slow, licks. Her taste, irresistible.

Eyeing the glorious prize just beyond those expensive black panties i brought my hard wet tongue flat against the fabric, letting it linger, wetting the surface and pressing the shape of Her lips and their intoxicating taste onto me.

She trembled ever so slightly at my tongue work, pressing Her sex urgently against my mouth. Trembles became hungry excited squeals and gasps as i worked my flicking tongue around the edge of the panties fabric, sliding between them and Her mound, slicking the folds with my tightly, if awkwardly placed tongue.

Not able to take any more of this i roughly pulled Her panties to the side, my hunger beyond control, I brought my desperate lips once more to Her divine Sex, opening my mouth, i extended my tongue and unfolded Her for my worship.

Finding Her bud already stiff i swirled around it with my eager, hungry tongue, pressing against Her, encircling, flicking, and sucking like my life depended on this and nothing else.

By now She was breathing deeply, gasping with each well placed press of my tongue. Her wetness began to flow and i slipped my furious tongue into Her soaking temple, pressing and licking against its upper surface, a move that always sends Her into orbit.

This time being no different.

Seized with pleasure She raised Herself against me as if trying to devour me. Gripping my hair roughly She pressed the hot, sticky wetness of Her sex against my face, literally rubbing me in that which my massive aching cock so desired.

Slipping my tongue out of Her i again pushed against the swollen hardness of Her fiery clit, pressing and flicking with all my weeks of pent up, chained up, locked down, caged, mind bending lust until She exploded in uncontrolled giggles and Her body twitched giddily. Pulling my face against Her again, for emphasis, She very slowly rode out the shock of pleasure before She released me.

Thinking i might still have a chance now that She had loosened up i reached up and began to caress the fullness of Her breasts but to my crushing disappointment She simply slapped my hands away.

“Enough! you did your job”



Disappointed, my lust undiminished, i just lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, fighting to regain some composure, before i decided to slide up beside Her. my still pulsing hardness didn’t however, escape Her notice. Without saying a word She wrapped my stiff shaft in a firm grip. Pumping me slowly, my precum slicked Her fingers, lubricating Her efforts.

I did everything to silently urge Her on, but again, She wasn’t going to be’ dick-tated’ to by any male. Stroking me slowly She seemed to be contemplating my hardness and desperation before simply stating

“I’m going to keep you this way, I like you staved and focused”


i long ago resigned myself to the fact that She owes me no favors, sexual or otherwise, and that i can only have what She deigns to give and i’m to be thankful for it.

my male ‘suffering’ isn’t Her problem, if anything She takes a certain, unashamed, pleasure in stoking my red hot lust while keeping Her thirst quenching self just out of reach. As a male, once a Goddess infects your soul, you are finished as a self actualizing being. From then on all of your labor, toil, sweat, and tears are for Her. There is no ‘me’, only Her. Her wants, Her needs, Her desires. These are a males only purpose.

Releasing me She reached behind and groped an ass cheek.

“Have you been slacking off on your workouts, your ass doesn’t seem as hard as it used to, you know your firm butt is one of my favorite things about you?”

i noted Her concern and assured Her it would get my full attention.

Then She was back to business, talking about how this big deal would combine two Female lead companies to create a Girl-Power-House. She is going to meet Her counterpart next week and how the two almost seemed to be soul sisters. A lot was riding on this meeting.

As She talked business i just stared in awe and Her beauty, intelligence and ambition. At one point She noticed my burning lust which by now had thoroughly wetted the bedsheets and again took my full hardness in the soft warmth of Her hand this time just holding me there before looking deeply into my eyes,

“you know there’s noting I find sexier than a man doing housework, right?”

With that i was encouraged out of Her bed, this sacred space.

Slowly walking naked across the room, my hardness bouncing as i gave Her a full view of my assets, front to back,  i returned again to my domestic duties.

An uninformed viewer might have wondered why a naked male, washing dishes, would be sporting a stiff full length erection.

I suspect none of today’s Alpha-Girls would express any surprise at such a sight.

Once Goddess told me matter-of-factly that a ‘modern boys place is in the kitchen’, and that a ‘man who can’t cook is useless’.

“Remember that old complaint Women had about being ‘chained to the kitchen’?”

To emphasize Her point She had me install a series of heavy D-rings along the lower baseboards of Her huge modern kitchen. After approving of the job She ordered me to kneel before Her as She went behind me and locked a stainless steal manacle to my left ankle. From there, She ordered me to retrieve a length of heavy stainless steal chain and some padlocks from the garage and to lock my manacled leg to a D-ring at the base of the kitchen island. I then spent the entire Saturday literally chained to the kitchen preparing everything for that evenings dinner party with members of ‘The Coven’.

At the party She kept me chained that way the entire evening as a demonstration for Her guests. Again the potent symbolism of this sight wasn’t lost on the Ladies of ’The Coven’ Who smiled, commented, and laughed Their  extreme approval, especially noting that my hard cock showed just how into it i truly was, how naturally a male took to 'domestic service'.

 Nor was the symbolism lost on any of the boys brought along to attend to the party, who seemed quietly unnerved by the spectacle but of course refrained from commenting. their opinions didn’t matter anyway, though the sight of some of their stiff cocks betrayed them.

Here for All / all to see was the ‘new-age man’.

Was he complaining about being kept naked and shackled to his Goddesses kitchen?

No, not at all.

he wasn’t permitted to complain. his twitching hardness spoke for him.

P.S Thanks for the comments! No doubt Goddess likes to make a statement that's for sure and She seldom hesitates to make an example of me. She really sets the tone for 'The Coven' and has emboldened Her fellow Alpha-Girls to realize Their own dreams and fantasies.

That night, as i noted, the other males seemed especially subdued and servile, as if seeing one of their own so humiliated and degraded  was a bold physical statement of both how they were viewed by the Women of 'The Coven' and what was expected of them.

It was also such a statement vis--a-vie the whole notion of 'male pride', demonstrating for all to see that the only form of 'male pride' recognized in the world of these Alpha-Females was a males pride in serving and submitting to Women.

And as i said i noted many of the males sporting stiff hard-on's that evening so the whole scene definitely touched their submissive nature. As Goddess says the most honest part of a man is his cock. It always speaks the truth even when he is too ashamed to say the words.

That evening i also met Mistress Natalie for the first time. This lovely raven haired Goddess eased up to me at my kitchen station as i worked. After acknowledging Her presence by kneeling, bowing to Her and placing a kiss upon Her proffered toes, with a rattling of my chain i rose up again and resumed my duties. All the while She just Stood there next to me, arms folded, taking a periodic sip of Merlot from Her wine glass as Her steely grey eyes seemed to take all the time in the world lingering over every inch of my naked, shackled, frame. She never said a word to me but made me feel self conscience and objectified as She silently emphasized the Female / male differential.

Friday Femdom Art

A Goddess resplendent, relaxes with a drink, wrapped in a think, soft, luxurious, towel, on a comfortable chair.

Beneath Her, still cold and wet, Her collared male is not permitted to leave the water until She gives Her word. All the while She takes Her time, drying off and relaxing as he is made to stare up at Her in all of Her glory from beneath Her sacred feet, all the while kept silent as She casually rests a foot upon his mouth, physically and symbolically demonstrating that his male voice, his male needs, and his male suffering are of no concern to Her.

 ‘Stay there and shut up’

Perhaps too he is mesmerized by the alluring anklet that gently encircles Her lower leg, strategically placed to draw a males gaze and deepen his submission to his Goddess.

Her beguiling toes beckon, his manhood aches for Her.

All this She knows full well for it’s the eternal dance of Feminine Power and male weakness.

 males are irresistibly drawn to Her burning flame, all their vulnerabilities on full display, they are rendered helpless when bathed in Her heat.

She can exploit him without mercy, and She will.

Observations on the Female Future

Out for an evening walk, Goddess and i happened upon a police incident with multiple police vehicles on the scene, flashing lights, blocked streets, the whole works. It looked like something serious was going down. Goddess couldn't help but stop to chat with One of the attending Officers. I couldn't hear what They talked about as i stood a respectful distance back from Them. i did make eye contact with the officers a couple of times. Despite being fully equipped in uniform i didn't fail to notice Her full Merlot colored lips and fawn like Brown eyes. Of course every time She made eye contact with me i looked down in deference, not to Her status as a cop, but as a Woman of authority. While They chatted i scanned up and down the street and it struck me that every single police officer on the scene was actually a Woman.

Gone are the days when it was assumed that Women weren't  tough enough to do so-called 'men's' work.

Returning, Goddess asked me if i noticed something.

"yes Goddess i replied, all the police are Women"

"Exactly!" She almost squealed back at me. I talked to the officer about that very thing and She told me that the police force here is almost at a 50:50 mix of Females and males.

"you know what that means don't you boy?"

"That soon enough the police will be Female dominated?" i replied

"Exactly, isn't that something?"

"yes Goddess it is"

Quotidien Goddess Anecdote

Goddess and i are in Her condo in the city this week. i’ve been prepping the evening meal and baking bread all morning. Goddess had told me when She left for Her office that She would be back for lunch, so i’d also have to prepare lunch for Her.

Then got a phone call shortly before She was scheduled to arrive. She told me She won’t be able to stay for lunch as planned so i’m to pack Her lunch so She can return to the office with it, She has an unscheduled meeting right after lunch and there is a lunchtime thing for the birthday of One of Her top Employees, Erika.

i offered to bring a lunch to Her but She insisted on dropping by the condo.

A few minutes later She comes through the door in a flurry of activity. Sweeping through the kitchen She grabs the lunch from my proffered hand, smiles sweetly, says everything smells wonderful. “you’re making bread too, right?”, “of course" i smile back.

Giving me a deep kiss, She grasps my bobbing cock in Her soft hand, squeezes it firmly but gently, smiles the sweetest smile and is off again.

Another little quotidien episode in the life of a Goddess.

i suspect She also enjoyed making a quick little whirlwind inspection of Her property and domain to ensure that everything was to Her liking, which it seems like it very much is.


A male in Her world is always kept on his toes, or knees, ready to spring into action when Her whims or busy Alpha-Girl schedule dictates.

Friday Femdom Art : Witchy Woman

Ah yes the Witch! Here She sits, nude, casually resting, Her long bewitching hair blowing in the wind as She glances back at us with an inscrutable expression on Her face. Resting upon that classic symbol of the Witch, Her magical broom from which She can fly up and away.

In patriarchal tradition Witches are portrayed as the possessors of evil magic powers that threaten the very fabric of decent society. In reality these were often brave, stubborn, Women who stood up to patriarchal injustice and challenged male power. Which of course couldn't be allowed, and so such crazy ideas must be exterminated before they could ever take root. They must be evil!

In reality of course Women's real magic isn't rooted in evil at all, but is a sublime manifestation of the Goddess. What males do find magical and powerful, if not threatening, is Women's true magic powers, Their mysterious sexuality, which can render males helpless, addicted and distracted to the point of madness. It's that Female Power which males have found both scary and irresistible, that is Her true magic.

The magical ability to seduce and enslave the male for the greater good, to bring forth life itself.

Sex Objekt

“you do realize that I wasn’t the only One who wanted you, right?”

Goddess let the comment drop so casually i didn’t comprehend. Filled with the endorphin rush of having spent the last hour and a half orally pleasuring Her to a fourth then fifth shattering orgasm, Her scent coated my fingers and Her taste lingered on my sticky tongue, it took a moment for me to register the comment.

i looked up over Her mind bending curves to Her soft, sensuous lips as She casually ran Her fingers through my hair.

i must have given Her a quizzical look so She continued,

“Really? No?”

“Well, you remember that first time I brought you around to meet The Girls (by ‘The Girls’ She of course meant virtually the entire Coven at that time).

“Well, you caused quite the stir in Our little group.”

“Oh don’t act so surprised boy, you in your form fitting t-shirt and jeans, all hard muscles with that tight ass, and tanned all over”

“oh and those shimmering blue eyes of yours, oh wow!”

She pressed my face against Her sticky sex again, i parted my lips and released my eager tongue, prying Her open, and pressing against the upper surface of Her soaking hot pussy.

She moaned, then regaining some composure continued.

“I don’t think there was a dry pussy in the room when they caught sight of you”

Goddess giggled at the memory and gasped as my tongue swirled around Her swollen clit, slicking it with the wetness of Her own excitement.

“Th...there was lots of talk about you among The Girls after that. Virtually Everyone wanted to either fuck you or have you down on your hand and knees licking Their boots, or both.”

i pulled my mouth back to listen carefully.

“Before that time The Girls of course had been steadily parading Their latest playthings through the Group but We’d made a decision around that time to start keeping some the best boy-toys around on a longer term basis. you know, to put some of that muscle and testosterone to work for the betterment of Womankind.”

“We’d talked a lot about that before developing Our ideas and philosophies and putting them into practice as “The Coven”.

“And when We found you, well, with your shy demeanor, rock hard body and, did I mention those blue blue blue eyes of yours well. We weren’t going to let you get away.”

“There was lots of talk about you, every inch of you if you catch my drift. Everyone wanted to see what you were packing in your pants.”

Goddess smiled, “We nearly had a full on cat-fight over Who was going to be the one to capture and leash you.”

“One thing Everyone was sure of though was that They could have you if They wanted”

“Your just radiated shyness and submissiveness.”

Goddess bit Her lower lip remembering that time. i just smiled and nodded in agreement.

Every time We got together in the next few weeks we talked about you, not just Who would get to keep you but just how we’d handle you collectively.

“Eventually My argument won out, after all, ‘finders keepers’. We did make some decisions about how to handle any new males collectively though. One night over lots of wine We wrote out all the principles of ‘The Coven’ and agreed that while our boys would be the principle property of their original ‘Keeper’ you’d also be shared with The Coven, with individual Goddesses and as a group”.

“It’s not for nothing that I put you up on stage to strip off so that Women can enjoy every...last...inch of you. It’s a way to share you with other Women and completely objectify you, so that E(e)veryone knows your purpose, not just you”.

“It’s also not for nothing that I invited all the Girls over to see you ‘stripped and whipped’ for the first time. It wasn’t for your dirty little mind alone that I made you go around the circle on hands and knees to kiss each and everyone of those Goddesses feet. Though it was obvious that you enjoyed it too, judging from your rock hard dripping cock.”

“That took care of any doubt that you belonged to Us”.

“Everyone could see just what a perfect slaveboy you are”.

“Of course following My example all the Girls have started collecting their own males and have developed a ruthless taste for exploiting you helpless, willing, boys”.

By now Goddess was into full lecture mode and i was listening with rapt attention.

i was absolutely amazed to hear all this. i never realized on that day that i’d been led into a den of She-Wolves bent on the full blown exploitation and subjugation of the male species.

i was being looked over like a bull at auction, every inch of me subject to a collective roving Female gaze, being evaluated for my sexual potential. Even the contents of my pants the focus of intense speculation.

It was beyond my imagination to believe that i was being evaluated not as a person but as a piece of property whose ownership would be contested amongst this Pack of Fierce Females but whose status as just that, property, was never even questioned. The only thing left to be determined was exactly which of Them would be the One to collar and leash me. At Whose feet would i ultimately bow down at. That i would be collared, leashed and bowed was never in doubt to these Women, being both perceptive and used to having Their way made any other outcome impossible to imagine.  

Of course on that day my status in Their Eyes remained unknown to me. All i knew was that i was meeting Goddesses Girl Friends and being overwhelmed by Their impressive intelligence, beauty and status. Each and every one on them wealthy, successful, beautiful and oh so intimidating.

i must have come across as quite shy and intimidated, which i was just learning, made me that much more alluring.

On that day i had no inkling that i was being sized up like a slab of beef-cake. Not one of Them let on, not a word or gesture to make me think what was really happening was really happening.

i was being treated purely as a sex object and nothing else. The only thing on Their minds when They met me was ‘what would it by like to fuck him?’

Of course today i don’t really think its at all strange to be thought of that way but at the time, if i’d known, it would have been a very strange thing for me.

Believe it or not i’d never thought of myself that way. Adolescence was a difficult and awkward time for me and hit earlier for me than my other male friends which made me the subject of both fascination and ridicule from Girls.

i had all the usual terrors, changing voice, bad skin, rapid growth where my body out paced my ability to control it.

my interactions with Girls were not always great, as i mentioned before i was routinely ‘bullied’ psychologically and found Girls suddenly both irresistible and intimidating. Which of course is ultimately at odds with any sense of male ego, making my attempts at any kind of machismo utterly ridiculous and insincere (which it virtually always is in my opinion).

i never got the impression that Girls were really all that interested or if some were i was so scared of them i think i put them off.

Anyway by the time i grew out of adolescence my physical self may have matured but in my own mind i was still that awkward kid.

In fact one of the reasons i put so much energy into working out and developing my physique was a reaction to this thinking.

Even after having relationships with some absolutely beautiful Women i still felt insecure. There were also many gorgeous Women that i was quite interested in but who showed no interest in return, which of course kept me doubting myself. Even in relationships i could be wracked by insecurities and sometimes my Girlfriends recognized that and exploited it. One in particular always like to remind me that while She liked me right now, She could always change Her mind. i of course know now this was just a little mind fuck designed to keep me striving to please Her and not slacking in my attention and devotion to Her. Well played on Her part, but still.

That’s why i couldn’t even conceive of a group of such incredible Women all thinking about me as this object of lust that They craved to own. It was beyond my comprehension really.

That’s why when Goddess first commented on my “big cock” i actually thought She was just mocking me. i’d never really thought of myself as possessing such a huge asset and just demurred not comprehending that it was a statement of fact if not a complement. Only when She showed me a scientific paper with the distribution of male size did i finally understand the truth. i’m always amazed at Women’s ability to grasp the essential truth about me that i don’t even realize myself.

If i’ve learned anything about Women it’s that They want a man who can please Them sexually and who will do what he’s told without any questions.

The game between Females and males has always been one of Beauty and intelligence versus size and strength.

And believe me Beauty and intelligence always has the real power. It’s Women's Psyco-Sexual Power that renders the male helpless and docile under Her spell so that She can exploit his physical powers for Her betterment. All males know deep down they are wired to be submissive towards Women and that we must devote ourselves to Their needs and desires, sacrificing everything for Them.


The Female imperative is THE imperative. Always and only.

In Emmas Service Part 2

i know. i know it been ages since the last posting. Summertime is always peak activity and travel season for Goddess so blogging time is sacrificed on the alter of She Who Must Be Obeyed!

Anyway back to our regular programming....

PART 2

Invisible to us, but not to Her i recalled the presence of numerous cameras around the property which allow Her to survey us at any time. She had these installed at Goddesses suggestion so that no  male property of Hers would ever be beyond the instantaneous gaze of its/their Keeper. As such i remain ever vigilant in the knowledge that She could be watching at any and all times, thus no slackening or indiscretion would escape notice and potential correction. No male in the Coven can ever expect any privacy, which remained at all times the preserve of Mistresses only.

“You know that there are camera’s everywhere here, right?”

he looked at me a little surprised, then gazed around at the sleek, ultramodern kitchen, towards the living area with its thick luxuriant carpeting, rich Italian leather furniture and ‘nothing subtle about it’ Feminist modern art pieces. he seemed to puzzle over the massive flat screen and examine the recessed lighting fixtures before meekly responding...

“really!?”

“Yes, you’re on camera at all times and being recorded. Don’t ever think for a second that you’re beyond Her reach”

He just nodded, and swallowed hard at this apparently new information while i hoped i hadn’t overstepped in providing it.

“Anyway enough about that, we’ve got a massive amount of work to get done so lets get to it”


And so began another day of unrelenting toil for Mistress Emma. The only difference this time being that i had a workmate and protege to guide through the process.

All day we worked our way room by room through the household. i showed him how to scrub each kitchen tile individually, how to get down close to the floor to inspect the work, how to not allow even the slightest smudge to remain. Polish each one to an absolute shine, tile by tile by tile. How to carefully inspect every corner and crevice of the kitchen to wipe away dust and dirt from even the most obscure location. To take pride in knowing that even spaces She may never look at are nonetheless polished to Her standards of perfection.

Through the day and in every room it continued. i showed him how to properly use the settings and tools of the vacuum machine for each surface, how to get up high on a step ladder to clean each light fixture and upper molding. How to clear, clean and repack each closet.

Along the way we chatted and learned about each others story while we worked away intently.

i learned that the Coven had created a list of approved candidate males for potential service and he had been selected by Mistress Emma from that exclusive list. Even tough he had only been with Her for two weeks he had begun the process of becoming a candidate for service more than a year ago. he had responded to an advert and submitted the required documentation, photos, measurements and a questionnaire before being selected to go through three rounds of interviews before even meeting Emma.

I told him about my Goddess and how i’d come to be loaned out to his Mistress and all about the club and how i had met Emma.

he seemed really interested in the club and i could certainly see how he’d be a good fit there, given his superb physique and generous endowment, features that no doubt would make him prized eye-candy.

we continued chatting away as we worked and becoming more comfortable with each other, the questioning became more personal.

Tentatively he asked,

“how long have you known?”

i looked at him puzzlingly, “known what?”

“sorry, i mean how long have you known about Women, err,  you know, understood how powerful They are, ah, how They can just wrap you around your finger and bend you to Their will and how thrilling it is...”

By this time he was almost panting in delirium at all the thoughts swirling in his Emma soaked brain.

Yet his question was a fundamental and serious one that maybe males don’t discuss enough among themselves in a forthright and honest way. we have the strength to confess our feelings to our Goddesses but can still seem to engage in egotistical posing when among our own kind. One clear benefit of this lifestyle certainly for males is that by being reduced to our natural servile state by our Goddesses systematic dismantling of male ego and pride we not only become highly tuned servants of our Keepers but also are able to lead a life of honesty. Seeing our fellow males at the feet of these majestic Goddesses is the purest form of male equality. we are all equally submissive, obedient, and worshipful of Womenkind. All men are truly equal in this Gynarchic realm, equally subservient to Women. All traces of male violence, aggression, and laziness are extinguished as all of our physical strengths are focused on the adoration of, and service to, our Goddesses. we are at peace, having found our true purpose, the eternal glorification of all that is Feminine.

So i collected my thoughts and began.

“well in junior high i was pretty competitive and aggressive. One year i began to notice that the Girls were constantly getting the best grades on exams and in particular there was a small group of Girls who constantly outscored me no matter how hard I tried to compete. Not only that, I was becoming confused, i badly wanted to beat Their test scores yet at the same time i was finding Them ever more bewitching.

One Girl in particular, Karen, lived near my house. Each day after school i would hang back just enough so that i could walk some distance behind Her on the way home. Karen had the most spectacular curves and filled Her tight jeans such that just watching Her from behind as She walked was utterly hypnotizing. i wasn’t the only boy who had taken to this habit either, Karen had a whole pack of drooling males following Her home every day, She became all we could talk about when together.

And She knew it!

Karen was intelligent, perceptive and utterly beautiful, in that way that totally disarms males.

One day Karen suddenly stopped on Her route home and to my surprise, shock, and embarrassment, waited for me to catch up to Her.

Upon coming along side She beckoned me to stop and without saying a word simply dumped Her heavy textbooks into my arms and continued walking towards Her home. Without any resistance or even giving a thought to any resistance i scrambled to catch up. We/we walked up the steps to Her front door, She took Her books from me, gave a slight approving smile and was gone.

i stood there on the front step to Her house in a state of shock. Clearly Karen was fully aware of all the boys that breathlessly watched Her every day, aware of the pack following in Her sublime wake. Not only was She aware, She  seemed to now revel in Her newfound powers over these helpless boys and was beginning to experiment with ways to assert those powers.

She had decided to exploit one for Her own benefit, to test just how far a male could be pushed down beneath Her. i became Her new toy to play and experiment with.

This swelling realization was matched by the swelling in my pants.

i was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation, pride and confusion. This precocious young Goddess, who i tried to so hard to compete with academically  while trying to mask my irresistible attraction for Her had in a flash stripped away all the pretences of my male ego, exposing the naked truth of my feelings and desires, however conflicted they may have been initially.

A little flirtatious flicker from Her shimmering eyes and a sly smile from the soft full lips was all it took to reduce this cock-sure male to a confused, horny, and utterly submissive servant.

i soon noticed that other Girls began employing similar displays of Feminine power against other boys, and the males soon became packs of dogs fighting each other for the attention of different Girls. In the span of a single school year the social order was upended.

The Girls, who were superstars and leaders in the classroom, became Goddesses in the schoolyard. Up until that year the Girls and boys were in many ways similar and quasi-equal. Then in the blink of an eye all pretense of that equality was swept aside.

Not only that but male unity was completely shattered.

Like many of the boys i shifted my energies away from studying math and literature to studying Women. i became intently aware that there was now a kind of all out war among the boys as we struggled for attention from the Girls. It wasn’t about sex per se, as we were only beginning to understand what that meant, but there was a kind of sexual power at play for the first time, and it became clear that the Girls had the real power here. Hormone enraged boys suddenly found themselves driven by all manner of thoughts, feelings, and impulses that we couldn’t comprehend, other than knowing that all things Feminine were now irresistible and all consuming.

It was also around this time that i began to have powerful sexual fantasies and began masturbating for the first time. My fantasies were always FemDom in nature. My favourite involved me being taken captive by Female slave traders and brought to an island nation ruled by beautiful Women who kept males as slaves, collared, chained, and whipped slaves.

i remember my first orgasm to one of these fantasies. i had no idea what hit me!

i was shocked and ashamed at the idea that Females suddenly had such power over my thoughts and actions. i just couldn’t get Them out of my mind. Between the porn, pin up models, and the suddenly beguiling young Goddesses that surrounded us each day i became overwhelmed with submissive desires towards Them.

i even remember a few teachers having to gently and awkwardly admonish some of the Girls for being too aggressive and teasing.

my relationship with Karen evolved. At first i was just her silent male servant, carrying Her books or doing other menial tasks upon request, We/we soon however began to converse at length. At first it was just about school work, comparing test scores, where She seemed to enjoy learning that She’s out scored me by 15-20 points on the latest exam, “do you even try?”, She asked, if only She knew how hard i did and still couldn’t compete with Her. Some times we would just gossip about teachers while at other times She would ask my opinion about Her latest outfit, i’m sure trying to gauge its impact of male attention.

Inevitably the time we spent together meant not just conversation and deep discussion but Karen dictating to me some task She needed doing. These seemed to be endless, as if She was testing just how far She could go in getting work out of me. Of course She found there were virtually no limits, She would joke about that in softly humiliating put downs that only fueled my submissiveness.

Soon She was asking me to go shopping with Her. i would wait dutifully outside the changing room for this curvy Goddess to emerge in some too-damn-cute for words outfit. She would gauge my reaction (confused incoherent mumblings became a reliable measure of an outfits ‘hotness’).

Each time She made Her purchases She gave me a slightly bossy look that said ‘take these’, and i would scoop up the bags. It wasn’t unusual to find me on a Saturday at the mall carrying 7 or 8 bags from various Womens clothing stores while Karen just carried a small purse. It also wasn’t unusual for my male friends to run into Us/us at the mall and give me mocking looks. i became known as Karen’s ‘bitch’ but in reality they would give anything to change places with me. It was me who spent all this time with this bewitching Goddess, who made Her happy, allowed Her to explore Her Feminine powers, grow into a confident young Women assured of Her ability to manage and exploit males. For me it was an incredible opportunity to fulfill my submissive desires beyond just fantasy.

Those guys were beyond jealous and would change places with me the instant Karen a beckoned with a slight gesture of a lacquered tipped finger in their direction.

One thing i learned from Karen is that modern Girls won’t put themselves in a position of having a male have any sort of leverage over them. Karen worked a part time job, had Her own cash and never once allowed me to spend anything on Her. She liked to make a point of showing off how much cash She had.

In reality we were all Karen’s ‘bitches’, only i was Her chosen ‘bitch’

From there i recounted all the intoxicating, beautiful and powerful Women Who had come into my life and my thoughts about each.

“It was always obvious to me, really, just how powerful, intelligent, beautiful and majestic Women are”, “I’ve always craved serving Them, and have been irresistibly drawn to them”.

“The more powerful , confident and assertive They are the stronger the my urge to surrender myself into Their service”.

“Thankfully Women have been advancing so fast in society that more and more of Them don’t feel the need to hide Their superiority, in fact They celebrate it. With men, it’s the inverse. The more power Women take in society the more the natural male desire to submit and worship Women is comes out”.

“If i didn’t have the life i have now i’d be lost, totally desolate. All my life i’ve known that i only exist to serve Women, it’s all i want to do, i’ve built my whole being around that principle”

“ i assume you feel the same, right?”

Slowly he begins to loosen his mouth and thoughts.

“Ye...yeah, absolutely”

“i’m amazed at how common these thoughts and fantasies are among guys. we are always looking for an Alpha-Female to rule over us. i remember the first time i asked a pretty Girl if i could kiss Her. She was so irresistible to me and like you said, She drove me mad with desire. As i struggled to form the words i developed a raging erection in my pants and pre-cum wetted my underwear. At that moment i felt so exposed, so naked emotionally before Her. Just allowing this adorable creature to know how much She occupied my thoughts, how She had come, through no real actions of Her own, to soak my mind in desire for Her.

When She smiled approving at my request i just melted. She looked so...so what’s the word for it..victorious, like She had just discovered some new found power over me and was curious and eager to test it out.  i felt like i was descending into submission to Her and was wildly turned on by it.

It was like a hot wind blew through the room and when Our/our lips touched it was electric. In that moment i felt as if i was surrendering myself completely to Her beauty. i understood there and then that that’s what males did, surrender to Female beauty, we just don’t have any defense against such a powerful, mysterious thing.

i was drowning in submission to Her at that moment, my deepest thoughts exposed, my body reacting automatically to Her touch, Her soft curves, Her heat and sexual energy. i was engulfed by a wild desire to taste Her, to taste the essence of this thing She possessed that intoxicated my mind in a cloud of lust and confusion.

There was no way i could ever see Women as anything other that Goddesses to be worshiped from then on.

In school it was, like you said, kind of a hopeless quest to compete with the Girls. i got used to B and C grades so I focused on sports, weights, swimming, thinking that if i couldn’t get a Girls attention with my brains then i’d better find another way. So i became obsessed with becoming the perfect piece of male beefcake. My whole motivation was not simply to attract Female attention but for Them to enjoy what They saw. i don’t mean for that to sound egotistical i just wanted Their attention so desperately and i wanted them to gain pleasure from They saw in me.

And They sure did. i became arm-candy for lots of beautiful, hyper smart Girls who weren’t looking for a long term relationship but just some fun, someone with which They could confidently express Their sexual freedoms and, like you said, experiment with. i think i developed a reputation as a gentleman. A guy who a pretty, confident, Alpha-Girl could showoff as Her trophy boy who was also willing to accept the secondary role in a relationship, who could be comfortably bossed around and was compliant with Her expectations. Being treated as a sex-object, a commodity, a prized possession, wasn’t something i ran away from, in fact it was the whole point. i actually loved it, the humiliating little put downs, i came to crave being called a ’stud-muffin’, or a ’boy-toy’. i know the Girls who made such comments were trying to demean and humiliate me while at the same time i also took it to be Them expressing what They felt was Their superior status. Instead of pushing back against this attitude and comments i simply kept silent or just smiled, signalling that i not only accepted the reality of what They thought, i encouraged them to think and act that way towards me.

i soon became a kind of accessory member of a clique of ambitious Alpha-Girls, not so much a member so much as Their group boy-toy / fashion accessory.

Sometimes i would be a date for a member of the group, which is where I first learned just how possessive Girls can be with what they view as Theirs. One Girl, Denise, and i were exclusive for many months and She made it clear in no uncertain terms that i couldn’t so much as talk to another Girl.

One day i found myself chatting with Lynette, another cute Girl in the group, and Our/our conversation was getting ever more flirtatious when suddenly Denise arrived in the scene like a banshee.

She grabbed my shoulder and literally pulled me away from Lynette, step walked me back against the distant wall, stabbed a sharply manicured finger into my chest and with the iciest expression told me to “SHUT UP! and stay right here”

Needless to say i didn’t say a word or move a step as i watched Denise return to Lynette for what looked like a very uncomfortable exchange after which Lynette slinked away and Denise turned Her wrath back to me. Strutting up to me She gripped the front of my shirt with one hand and pulled me after Her all the way to Her car. We sat in tense silence on the drive back to Her place.

Shutting off the motor She just shot me a look that i instantly knew meant ‘open the door for me’. i instantly jumped out of the car and bolted around the other side, opening the door and offering Denise my hand to assist Her. She moved past me so quickly i scrambled to catch up to Her as She clicked rapidly towards Her apartment door.

By this time we realized that all this reminiscing was  distracting us from our work. The clock was ticking and we still had a lot of ground to cover before the Goddesses returned....

Dismantling the patriarchy Step by Step

We/we have by now established the superior academic performance of  Woman/Girls compared with men/boys. There exists decades of data on educational achievement to cement this as fact. Yet We/we continue to hear the pathetic cries of 'yes, but.'

'Yes, but' boys are better at math (not true);

From the NYTimes;

There is no difference in math aptitude before age 7.  Starting in adolescence, some differences appear (boys score approximately 30-35 points higher than girls on the math portion of the SAT).  But, scores on different subcategories of math vary tremendously (often with girls outperforming boys consistently).

When boys do better, they are usually also doing worse.   Boys are also more likely than girls to get nearly all the answers wrong.  So they overpopulate both tails of the bell curve; boys are both better, and worse, than girls at math.

That means that how we test for math ability is a political choice.  If you report who is best at math, the answer is boys.  If you report average math ability, it’s about the same.

How you decide to test math ability is also political.  Even though boys outperform girls on the SAT, it turns out those scores do not predict math performance in classes.  Girls frequently outperform boys in the classroom.

And, since girls often outperform boys in a practical setting, math aptitude (even measured at the levels of outstanding instead of average performance) doesn’t explain sex disparities in science careers (most of which, incidentally, only require you to be pretty good at math, as opposed to wildly genius at it).   In any case, scoring high in math is only loosely related to who opts for a scientific career, especially for girls. Many high scoring girls don’t go into science, and many poor scoring boys do.

Boys do better in only about ½ of the OECD nations. For nearly all the other countries, there were no significant sex differences. In Iceland, girls outshine boys significantly.

In Japan, though girls perform less well than the boys, they generally outperform U.S. boys considerably.  So finding that boys outperform girls within a country does not mean that boys outperform girls across all countries.

Oh and who won this years most prestigious international mathematics prize, the Abel Prize? A Woman. A Woman also won the Fields Medal in 2014. The length of time its taken for Women to be recognized certainly has far more to do with the patriarchal structure of academia than with Women's abilities. As patriarchy crumbles, low and behold, brilliant Women emerge into the light.

Same thing in economics, another mathematics intensive subject, this years 2019 John Bates Clark Medal, you guessed it, won by a Woman.

And lets not forget physics where the latest Nobel was won by a Woman.   


 So on the whole math question the results are at best a wash for boys and show that these kinds of gender biased results seem as much correlated with patriarchy then actual math skills. i strongly suspect that if the playing field were leveled the Girls, like in so many other subjects, would run away with the ball. 

Here's some new data on technology / engineering skills, another area often pointed at by the patriarchies defenders


"Eighth-grade girls continue to outperform boys on a national test of technology and engineering skills, despite reporting they take fewer classes related to those skills.

Girls scored five points higher than boys on the Technology and Engineering Literacy Assessment, which was given to 15,400 eighth graders from about 600 public and private schools across the country in 2018. Girls also bested boys in nearly all content areas.

"Girls continue to perform better than boys," Peggy Carr, the associate commissioner of the assessments division at the National Center for Education Statistics, said. "They did that again – improved more than boys and also still outscored boys in this assessment. It's a really strong finding here."

"The boys did not show improvement in any areas," she said.

The results are despite a higher percentage of boys, 61 percent, who reported taking at least one class related to technology and engineering, compared to just 53 percent of girls who reported taking at least one class.

"Girls are outperforming boys but boys are taking more tech and engineering classes," Carr said.

The test, which students take on a computer, includes multimedia tasks and scenario-based tasks that ask students to solve problems or achieve goals such as building a bike path or creating a museum exhibit. The test is part of the National Assessment of Educational Progress, also known as the Nation's Report Card, and it's administered by the National Center for Education Statistics, the data arm of the U.S. Department of Education.

"This is a unique assessment into how students use their understanding of technology and engineering to interact, interpret and influence the world in which they live," Carr said on a call with reporters.

Overall, students increased their average score by two points compared to 2014, the first year the test was administered. Nearly half, or 46 percent, of students scored at or above proficient, meaning they have mastery of the subject – 3 percentage points higher than in 2014. "

In Emma's Service I

Hustling from the train i zig and zag though the early morning crush of people arriving in the downtown core. Glancing at the big digital display on the distant wall I note the time, 6:55, and recalculate the time needed to get there.

Keeping a brisk pace I exit the train station, and turn left out onto the street, focusing each step, one foot in front of the other, trying to time the crossing lights until 15 minutes later I turn right and begin the ascent of the quiet side street that I had by now come to think of as the beginnings of Mistress Emma’s domain. Finally I reach the steps, breathing with a steady in-out from a combination of physical effort and genuine fear of not making it to Her place on time.

But of course i always get there on time. i know better than that.

At 7:30 on the dot I am expected to be at the front door of the high end luxury condo building and presenting my face to the door camera.

This morning, as i often am, I’m a few minutes early, so I just pace around the street, noting the sounds of the wind rustling the leaves of the tall trees and the rows of high end cars. I note a few Women, smartly, and uniformly, dressed to kill, business style, iPhones in one hand, high end bag in the other, some juggling a coffee, as their sharp heeled boots click on the sidewalk, until they reach one of the vehicles. Lights flash as they open the doors and disappear inside.

They power up and disappear out of view towards the downtown core.

All the while They seem oblivious to me even as i intently study every little detail of them. i never fail to be impressed by their style and confidence. They all seem to possess an aura of being in complete command of the day.

Snapping out of it i note the time and rush back to the steps of Mistress Emma’s building,  i reach the front door at 7:29. I calm myself and as the clock hits 7:30 press on the button to Her intercom.

As usual all is quiet, no communication or response, I look up humbly into the camera and within a few seconds there’s a buzz and the door unlocks.

I make my way down the corridor, past the elevator, which Mistress Emma has explicitly forbidden me from using, and though the painted steel door at the end of the hall. From there i climb all six floors of the building at a brisk pace.

No one can claim that Mistress Emma doesn’t make males work for Her. By the time i reach the top of the staircase i’m panting and my legs are wobbling and the real workday hasn’t even begun. i know full well i’m expected at Her front door at 7:40. Not before, not after.

Consequences, She always emphasizes consequences.

i marvel at just how easily She has taken to this lifestyle of total control over men, how natural feminine authority and dominance have come to rest upon Her like one of those bouncy, flirty, alluring, designer dresses  She often wears. The playfully confident young lawyer i met at the club, the Women whose self assured nature rendered males naturally weak in Her presence, Who rightfully viewed men as Her playthings, and who were only too happy to be played with by Her, has, with Goddesses, and the Coven’s, guidance, blossomed into this whip wielding Goddess to Whom naked males beg for the honour of being able to crawl to Her feet and lick Her divine boots in awestruck worship. Countless men would crawl through fire just to be collared and chained in total slavery to Her. This She has come to know, understand, and take total pleasure in. No male is worthy of Her and She knows this truth to be self-evident.


I just reach the front door when i hear the lock click open and the door pulls inward, behind which i’m ‘greeted’ by Mistresses new boy,  who is suitably undressed, sporting only the new stainless steel collar that had been locked around his neck at his submission ceremony two weeks prior.

So to say he was rather new to all this would be correct. Nevertheless he seems to understand his place. He doesn’t speak to me or interact with me in any way other than opening the door and allowing me to enter.

As per usual i strip off and carefully fold my clothing, placing them in the lower kitchen cupboard.

For the past six months i have been loaned, one day per week, by Goddess, to Mistress Emma, as Her personal houseboy. This was of course done as penance to Mistress for my previous insolence shown towards Her and Goddess at the Club, and as a way of showing Mistress Emma the countless benefits of keeping males as a lifestyle.

Something which She had very much come to enjoy, culminating in the acquisition of Her first male, who now scrambled to prepare his Mistresses breakfast.

As he attended to the preparations i can’t help but note a few fresh red stripes across his toned muscular backside and tight ass.

Mistress Emma had clearly come to appreciate the power of the whip in motivating male behaviour towards Her desired standards.

my cock twitches at the thought of Her delivering each sharp stinging blow to his backside.

i’m snapped out of my daydream by Her voice from somewhere deep in the apartment.

“Ethan, get in here”

Instantly i scurry to follow her beckoning command, leaving the other male to his work.

Turning into the large open bathroom my eyes quickly trace the curves or Her radiant form and falling to my knees, i bow my naked body down to Her, my face pressed hard against the cool tiled floor.

“Good morning Ethan”

“Today I want a complete top to bottom cleaning of the apartment. I expect you to show the new boy how to do this to my usual high standards. i want him to get to to your level ASAP. I’ll be going out to dinner this evening with your Mistress. She’ll pick you up after We return. We’ll also be giving a close inspection of the cleaning. With his help and the extra time from not having to prepare dinner I’ll expect a spectacular job. If We find anything not done to perfection you’ll both be getting an ass kicking, is that clear?”

“yes Mistress” is the only response possible, and given.

“Remember his failures are your failures too, I’m holding you responsible for setting an example for him so don’t fuck up”

“I expect you to show him how to be a real man, how to work like a dog for Me. you can be his guide, you know Me well enough to know how I expect things to be and i know full well what a ‘Bitch’ your Mistress can be, and that if you can serve Her then you know what real service is all about. I’m not giving you any authority over him, so don’t get any puffed up ideas about your status here, you’re just another muscle-bound cock to me, just like any boy. I do expect you to answer his questions properly, to show him how to wield a vacuum cleaner, how to scrub the floors to a shine, how to do my laundry correctly, how to buy groceries, how to cook, you know, all the basic skills that a slave boy needs.”

“Skills, yeah that’s it, i expect you to help him hone his skills, and his attitude. I expect him to become another you”

“Now go get my black Chanel handbag, place it on the table by the door, find my phone, make sure its charged and I’ll be wearing the shiny blacks stiletto pumps today. Have everything ready at the door”

“yes Mistress”

Orders given i crawl across the cool tiles and out of the bathroom, move swiftly around the apartment gather the required objects and bring them to the entrance.

By now Her boy has breakfast served with hot coffee poured and is pulling out Mistresses chair as She takes Her place at the table as he kneels, head bowed, behind Her ready to fulfill Her any request instantly.

Likewise i take my place, naked, kneeling, head bowed at the entrance, ready to attend to Her as She prepares to leave for the day.

i don’t fail to notice that Her new male has shown impressive service this morning. he may be new here but he seems to be a natural, understanding both his status and his role. If his performance this morning is any indication i assume this day would be much easier for both of us.

Mistress Emma of course understands Her place as well. She is a Queen to whom males are expected to display total, abject, submissiveness and obedience.

She too shows an impressive understanding of Her Divine status.

While Her males kneel in head bowed silence Mistress Emma finishes breakfast and prepares for the workday of a busy professional Women.

When She finally reaches the door way of the apartment, both males snap into action, positioning Her shoes for fitting, offering up Her Chanel bag to Her waiting wrist and holding up Her jacket. As per  usual all of Her required objects have been already been placed into the designated pockets of Her bag. Before opening the door for Her departure She stands over us imperiously, feet apart, which we know instinctively to be Her unspoken offering of a final opportunity for us to bow at to Her and kiss Her shiny black stilettos in a gesture that’s part station reminder, part lust fueled craving, a  statement of our mutual devotion to a life of worship and obedience to this fiery Goddess and Womankind in general.

My cock instinctively twitches hungrily to attention as my lips touch the cool black surface of Her shoe in the last opportunity to worship this sublime Goddess before the workday begins.

Far too soon the moment passes and Her boy, on his knees, bows his head to his Goddess and opens the door for Her departure.

She slips away in seeming indifference to the two naked males She leaves behind. After all She has no doubt they understand Her expectations and the ‘consequences’ of failing to meet them. That they will indeed exhaust themselves in the relentless pursuit of Her satisfaction and well, if they fall short, that has it’s own entertaining possibilities as well, at least for Her.

As i hear the door shut and Mistress Emma’s shoes clicking off into the distance i kneel up and can’t help but notice that Her boy sported an impressively stiff erection, still full and pulsing in the air.

I suspect he took note of my stiffness as well.

An impressive testimony to the lingering effects of Mistress Emma’s powerful Feminine aura still permeates the psyche of the two servile males left behind in Her lair, ready to begin a days toil, driven on by the invisible lash of Her eternally mysterious power over the male of the species.

Of Goddess Quotes and Task Lists

Today while i was circulating around Goddesses house, working my way through my weekly chores list(1) and post holiday cleanup i couldn’t help but hear giggles coming from Goddesses direction as She lay, relaxing with a glass of Merlot, on the couch in the central living room. Breaking away for an instant from my dusting i noticed that She was flipping though a familiar looking black notebook. Familiar because it was my old journal. In those pages, up to about six months after i moved into Goddesses home i used to keep a sort of diary of anecdotal details about the many interactions i had with different Women i’d had relationships with during the previous four years. In some ways a precursor of this blog.

The purposes of this book being to help me gauge how a relationship was going, to develop a sense of just how Dominant my then current love interest was and, i’ll confess, to have a memory of hot little incidents in my relationship adventures.

Of course this journal also recorded my thoughts about Goddess, in particular many direct quotes that did much to convince me from very early on in O(o)ur relationship, of the truth of Her Alpha-Female, Female Supremacist beliefs. The quotes in particular were just the result of my paying very close attention to Her every word, as all males should be doing with regards to the particular Superior Female in their life. Whenever Goddess said something that really got my attention i would dutifully note it in my journal. The accumulation of these Goddess quotes quickly convinced me of the authenticity of Her beliefs and that She was absolutely The One for me.

my journal writing days ended abruptly one day when Goddess demanded to know what i was writing in that little book. Upon learning of its nature She promptly confiscated the book, letting me know in no uncertain terms that i wasn’t going  to be keeping any secrets from Her. She did however allow me to explain the books purpose and agreeing that it might have some value, allowed me to instead set up this blog. In this case however, She has full access to the account and a veto on anything i plan to publish here.

That explains my surprise when i found Her flipping through the book today. It seems She was looking around Her office and came upon it in a drawer, and was now having some fun at my expense quoting my own crude words back to me as i did the dusting.

She did however quite like the collection of direct quotes from Herself and ordered me to transcribe some of them onto the blog, hence this post.

What follows are some verbatim quotes of Hers as transcribed in my confiscated journal;

 
“I like Bossing you around”

“you’re so juicy”, said with great laughter after a hot session of repeated edging.

“men are animals”

“as long as I pay the bills, I’m the Boss”

“I’m a dictator”

“If you’re too hot you can walk around naked. That’s the rule from now on”

“it’s a good thing you have a big cock”

“I need more than a gigolo”

“your cock grows as your brain shrinks”

“you’re a laundry idiot”

“you’re ass feels soft”

“you have a great toy in your pants...it’s your biggest weakness”

“you can be my escort”

“I’ll pay the bills and you’ll give me sex”

“you’re afraid of me aren’t you?”

“I’d love to spend all day in bed but I have to go earn some money”

“Maybe this is what it will take for Women to finally wake up and take power”

“it’s always the same with you, when your lips get soft your cock gets hard”

While i was clearing the table after making diner She suddenly declared, while relaxing on the couch, “50 years ago it would have been the man relaxing with a cigar on the couch while the Woman cleaned up after dinner, today it’s the opposite”

Discussing Her voting for candidates in a professional association she belongs to, “I only voted for the Women candidates, not for any old white men”

“There’s nothing sexier than watching you do housework”

As you can see Goddess isn’t the least bit restrained in expressing Alpha-Female values, putting me in my proper place and demanding service from me. Even in those early days of O(o)ur relationship She established a clear hierarchy with Her unambiguous  expectations as to my role in Her life. She wasn’t the least bit shy about expressing Her views on any subject, ranging from the quality of my cooking to the dexterity of my tongue.

To quote Her directly once again, on O(o)ur third date;

“I set high standards for boys, I’ll expect you to work hard, put Me first and lets be clear, I’ll be keeping you on a tight leash”

Not knowing Her very well at that point i wasn’t sure if She was joking or not but something about Her demeanor told me She was trying to warn me about how things would be between U(u)s if She decided She was going to keep me. i remember how my heart raced at hearing these words from Her lips, trying to play it cool, i simply smiled and told Her i wasn’t afraid and told Her i’d do whatever it took to please Her. Her response i’ll always remember, being burned into my memory,”ethan, you’re cute, I find you incredibly attractive, you’re sweet and really attentive and a real gentleman, but I also know you really want me, so this whole thing might just be an act. Let’s see how you are in a few months time.”

Needless to say i’d found the Goddess of my dreams and work my butt off everyday to be found worthy of being kept by Her.


(1) At the end of each week i compose a written list of my tasks and chores for the coming week. i present this list to Goddess each Sunday evening for Her to review, approve and amend with any additional requirements She may have. Goddess is obsessive about details and expects me to generate a printed list each week. A typical list would include;

    •    Change and wash the bedsheets
    •    vaccum all rooms in the house, including behind the furniture
    •    dust all the furniture in each room of the house
    •    Sort, wash, dry, fold, hang all of Goddesses laundry
    •    Drop off and pick up Her dry cleaning
    •    Prepare Her breakfast each morning and dinner each evening plus Her end of day tea
    •    Clear and clean the dining table after each meal
    •    Clean all kitchen surfaces (including the sink) after preparing each meal
    •    Wash/dry all pots/pans and dishes after each meal and return them to their proper storage location
    •    Sort and clean the refrigerator proactively daily.
    •    Sort and organize the kitchen cupboards proactively daily
    •    Take out the trash and recycling as required
    •    grocery shopping
    •    Lay out Her requested clothing / shoes / handbag each evening for the following day
    •    Make sure Her keys, laptop, correct handbag, correct shoes/ boots are stationed at the entrance for Her departure each morning
    •    Carry Her handbag and laptop to the car, place them in the boot, open the garage door, kneeling, place a kiss on Her proffered shoe / boot, wish Her a pleasant day and open the car door for Her (Sometimes She may order me to drive Her to the office)
    •    Prepare Her bath each evening, including adding specified amount of bubbles to the bathwater and lighting candles. Attend to Her at the bath if requested, if not leave Her in private and attend to other tasks
    •    Workout for 1 h each morning (Cardio / weights)
    •    Clean Her bathroom daily, including washing the floor, bathtub and shower.
    •    Wash all bath towels / cloths
    •    Wash the kitchen floor
    •    receive, open and sort any deliveries received during the week.
    •    Wash each of Her cars exterior / interior, check fluids and tire pressures, adjust as needed
    •    Inspect Her shoe / boot collection. Clean all boots to a shine, including the sole. Inspect each shoe and clean thoroughly, including the sole.
    •    inspect the garage, clean as necessary
    •    clear away snow from sidewalks / driveway as required

• Inspect and water all of Goddesses house plants with particular care and attention given to Her orchid collection

Even though these tasks are done on a daily/weekly basis Goddess insists that i compose a fresh list at the end of each week. This ensures that i don’t forget anything. Goddess is intensely serious about details and being organized. She also says preparing the list is a good “station reminder” for me. It also ensures that tasks get done without Her having to expend any of Her precious time and energy on them. She expects Her home to be kept to “perfection” and it’s my responsibility to ensure that Her impeccable standards are maintained. Any shortcomings have “serious consequences” and will be dealt with immediately and / or  at my next discipline session (which She will promptly add to my schedule.) Infractions can be anything from finding a slightly less then perfectly clean spot in Her bathroom to not knowing how much of a particular food item is stocked in the kitchen. Yes, She is that fanatical about details so i’m expected to have current knowledge of everything in Her house.

 After reviewing the list on Sunday evening Goddess will make additions or adjustments. For example here are the notes i transcribed from Her for this week.

    •    We should have some time for O(o)selves, say on Wednesday night. W(w)e’ll take a bath together and have an evening just for Me and you, well mostly Me ;-) (and yes this means sex, on Her terms of course and whatever She’s in the mood for)
    •    Lets do the same on Friday night
    •    “Friday night is your discipline / punishment session, I need to blow off some steam after the week, you can pleasure me after that, I might even let you cum if you’ve been a very good boy.
    •    You’ll be working at the club on Saturday night so, lucky you, I probably won’t be whipping you on Friday since I don’t want to leave any marks on that sexy bod of yours. Don’t get too relaxed though, you know I have lots of nasty things i can do to you that won’t leave any marks, well not physical ones anyway” She speaks the truth on that one.
    •    “Remind me to remove your cock cage before you head for the club on Saturday”
    •    “On Sunday Mistress Denise is coming for dinner, so you’ll be cooking for both of us. Be ready to serve the meal at 7. Oh and make sure you have plenty of Her favorite wine on hand. We might even discuss how your return to ‘work’ is going ;-), Very well is what I expect to here BTW"

A Vision of Confidence

Time spent writing this blog on the computer revealed the need for reading glasses to relieve eye strain. A visit to Goddesses optometrist confirmed the suspicion and She wrote me a prescription.

A week later i drove Goddess to a nearby mall and She guided me to an optical store She had selected. i couldn't help admiring the sleek modern shop, all glass and blonde wood, nor could i help from noticing the store staff, at least five twenty something very attractive Females with nary a male in sight. While browsing among the numerous frames on offer I was approached by an extremely cute optician who very much resembled Lada Gaga. i kid you not. From Her platinum hair with green streaks, confident grey eyes, full lips and toothy smile She instantly got my attention. i also quickly noted a shoulder tattoo, though i wouldn't dare stare at it long enough to study it. Same went for the tempting scoop of Her cleavage.

Catching myself i remembered Goddesses directive to always show deference and respect to Women in public, and with Goddess standing just to my left i decided i had little choice but to lock onto the opticians striking eyes. We made chit-chat as She asked if She could help and what i was looking for but all the while what really struck me was just how confidant She was. She never disengaged from my eyes but stared right into me, not in any way showing the slightest hint of being self conscience or uncomfortable. She seemed comfortable and confident in handling men. i also had little choice but to fight my usual habit of averting my eyes when met by a confident Female gaze. Looking anywhere else meant down the arc of Her cleavage to Her feet, or to Goddess. Needless to say i felt awkwardly trapped. 

Goddess did unknowingly extract me from this ‘predicament’ by asking a series of detailed questions about price, features, and lens types. The two Women became ever more engaged The cute optician seemed to lose interest in me as She sensed, correctly, that Goddess was the One who had to be won over. The two Women continued in conversation for several minutes as if i wasn’t even there. i caught Goddesses gaze for just an instant but was met with one of Her unspoken ‘be quiet, Women are talking’, looks.

my urge to speak up was quickly patted down.

Eventually the optician broke away providing me a quick and appreciated glace of Her lovely curves from behind before She returned with several frames.

The two Women proceeded to use me as a mannequin, placing different frames on my face, then sizing me up and commenting. All without ever asking my opinion. i had been completely sidelined from this discussion. When They arrived at a consensus Goddess told me to look in the mirror.

When i turned back to the Women, Goddess was already providing Her contact info and making an appointment for the fitting.

i didn’t get so much as an opportunity to tell Them my thoughts, not that they mattered. Goddess would choose the frames that pleased Her, my opinion wasn’t relevant.

With me standing there silently, Goddess took out Her credit card and handed it to the Blonde. After swiping it the cute optician gave me a sweet smile from Her sensual lips as She handed the card back to Goddess.

Until that instant i had wondered what must have been running through Her mind, having seen Goddess completely dominate the discussion and make all the decisions, giving me no say in the matter. Did She wonder about the nature of O/our relationship. If so She offered no hint until that final sly smile. She had completely understood that Goddess would be the Decider and deftly pivoted away from me, understanding innately who was The Boss here. i couldn’t help but be impressed by Her composure and how She treated the situation as completely normal.

Perhaps because it was rather normal these days.

Once back in the parking lot, i opened the rear door of the car for Goddess to enter and we were on O/our way back to Her home.

Along the way W/we made small talk.

“So what did you think about that?”

i thanked Her for Her help and the gift of course, but also mentioned just how poised the Girl had been in understanding Goddesses authority in the situation, completely sidelining  me from the process.

“Yes, She’s a modern Girl, that’s for sure” i noticed Goddesses smile as i glanced in the rear-view mirror.

“Did i tell you that company was founded and run by a Woman?”

“no Goddess”

“ I met Her at a business function last year. My fund has made a small investment in Her company, one that’s been paying off very nicely”

“Well Goddess with customer service like that i can see why” came my response

“ i couldn't help but noticing also that all the employees seemed to be Women as well, isn't that correct Goddess”

“ Yes that’s true, but I wonder if that was a conscience decision or just the consequence of that domain being so Female dominated. That’s something i should inquire about.”