Beauty on the Street

On one of my weekly trips into the city (more on that later) i was mindlessly going down the sidewalk taking in the sights when suddenly my eyes locked upon those of a Goddess. To my surprise i realized i was being watched...by Her. As She approached in the opposite direction our eyes met. Hers of stunning blue, mine quickly averting to wander over long chestnut hair flowing down over her coat, bouncing as She strutted towards me.

Yet for an instant Our/our eyes had indeed met.

High refined cheekbones, full red lips, luscious being the only word that fits.  Perfect makeup and hair. Expensive wool coat and scarf, knee high boots, a young urban professional Women indeed.

She had "that ring of confidence" about Her.

Noticing that i had noticed Her she, slowly, averted Her gaze elsewhere, giving me a momentary chance to admire Her in totality. Then as my eyes wandered back to Hers i noticed She was again looking directly at me. my instinct when set upon by a Female gaze is to look down, bowing my head slightly. As i began to instinctively, submissively,  lower my head i noticed it. A slight, sly smile forming upon those perfect, inviting lips. 

We/we passed each other knowing a form of connection had been made. That instant chemical reaction of intrigue and attraction.

i being left to wonder if Her smile was one of simple acknowledgement of this or of something deeper.

Had She noticed my shy submissive gesture and enjoyed it?

Danika on the Pole

Awesome!


"The first woman in history to earn the top starting spot in a race at NASCAR’s elite Sprint Cup Series, Patrick will bring new eyeballs to Sunday’s season-opening Daytona 500. She’ll lure in casual sports fans, women who don’t know a muffler from a manifold, and little girls in awe of the glamorous driver and her fast green car.
It’s an ambassador role Patrick has played since her 2005 debut at the Indianapolis 500, where she became the first woman to lead laps in the biggest race in the world. But it’s so much more now.
“You can only lead by example and I don’t necessarily want my example to step outside the box and be a girl in a guy’s world. That’s not what I am trying to say,” Patrick said. “But if you have a talent for something, do not be afraid to follow through with it and not feel different. Do not feel like you are less qualified or less competent to be able to do the job because you are different. Ignore that and let it be about what your potential is.” "

I crossed out that ridiculously sexist line. Maybe the writer doesn't know that today, Women buy more cars than men. Something the auto industry is scrabbling to adjust to. - EJ

Update: Danika finished a strong eighth in Sunday's race, leaving 35 males in Her wake. She also become the first Woman to lead a lap in the Daytona 500. All this after grabbing the pole. That puts Her in seventh place overall in the Nascar standings. i suspect She'll have the other boys in Her sights before long.

Back to Blogging...

i apologize for my long absence here on Female Future. Under Our/our new household arrangement Goddess has been keeping me busier than ever. "An idle male is a useless male" She repeatedly says to me. Being called useless by a Women is one thing that always cuts to my soul so i strive to never earn such a distinction. Goddess has keep my computer time to an absolute minimum over the past few months as She has vastly expanded my workload, keeping me ever busy and helping me adapt to this newish lifestyle. Last week however She declared Herself satisfied with my progress and performance to date. She has decided to allow me some additional computer time as a reward. She did however make it very clear that this is a privilege that will be limited, controlled and earned. It can be revoked at Her whim at any time.

So if I keep up the good hard work i will have some time to devote to this blog. i would like to get back to posting one or two items per week and i have many new stories to relate regarding my recent activities as well as previous stories to complete.

i thank You/you all for Your/your interest/patience and i will now get back to posting here at Female Future on a somewhat routine schedule (time and permission willing).

Of course i thank Goddess for the privilege of allowing me to share my thoughts and Our/our experiences here with You/you all (once again).

Kate Upton's Super Super Bowl Ad

What some would regard as yet another sexist Super Bowl advert i would like to consider from another perspective. Personally i think this ad is rather funny. Funny because it's true. It is, in fact, a blatant demonstration of the Power of Feminine Beauty in its most elemental form. Here We/we have the Stunningly beautiful Kate Upton supposedly washing a car. Well, in fact, She is having a group of enraptured males wash the car for Her. The simple undeniable fact of Her Beauty having the power to completely consume the focus of males is obvious. Her power is not just seen in the advert itself but stop and imagine the scene that played out in millions of living rooms across America (and indeed the world) when this ad appeared on television. Image the attention of tens of millions of male football fans suddenly drawn to Kate's voluptuous , teasing figure in high definition. i can easily imagine the scene as groups of rowdy, boisterous males suddenly fall silent, utterly focused on their TVs, in awe of one of Mother Natures most exquisite creations.  Think also of Sports Illustrated in which whose swimsuit issue Kate has become a shining star in recent years.  SI's normal weekly circulation is about 3 million. The swimsuit issue sells 11 millions copies! Imagine again millions of males eagerly opening the issue and gazing spellbound at Her glorious image upon its pages.  Image how many males (millions!) whose sexual fantasies are fueled by Kate's images, imagine how much male seed has been expended in masturbatory worship of this Goddess.

If that is not raw power then it's difficult to know what is.

In the TV advert i laughed at the obviousness of the hoses spurting water but absolutely loved it when Kate approached the males and said simply "you missed a spot". In that simple statement We/we see the sly teasing of a Goddess fully aware of Her Power over males and Her enjoyment in exercising it.

A New Task

Over breakfast this morning Goddess smiled and looked at me across the table,

"ethan i have a new task to add to your list. As you know i have symphony tickets this evening with Felicity, so i won't be home for supper."

"Instead of preparing My supper i would like you to start cleaning my shoes this evening"

With that She rose from the table,

"Follow Me"

i trailed Her to the bedroom and She opened the door of Her shoe closet and displayed Her collection. i admit i didn't realize just how large a collection it had become. It never seems to stop growing.

i looked over the racks of  pumps, stiletto heels, sandals and boots carefully. i was feeling a little nervous, excited and intimidated at once.

"As you can see this is not going to be a small job. I expect you the clean each one carefully, top to bottom, in detail until it shines"

Smiling She continued

"Now i know what a thing you have for My shoes so i figured you'd enjoy this task"

"Oh and one other thing"

" I want you to strip naked for this. I want you down on your knees in the buff while you buff my shoes"

"I'm going to enjoy thinking about you while i enjoy the concert. When i get back I expect to find you here at the closet entrance, naked and on your knees. I'll be inspecting your work. Is that clear?"

"Yes Goddess of course"

"Good, all the cleaning supplies are here on the shelf. I don't expect you to be able to finish this task in just one evening but i expect you make a good start and to do it right. I will be checking your work very carefully and if it's not up to My standards you will be corrected"

"You know how much I love my shoes so I expect you to treat them with great care. I'm adding this to your weekly task list. I want my shoes and boots kept absolutely clean and polished at all times. Clear enough?"

"Yes Goddess, very clear!"

"Good boy, now give Me a kiss before I head to work"

She kissed me with intent and gave me a sly smile.

"Enjoy" was all She said before heading out the door.

Once She departed i went back to the shoe closet for a better look. i was amazed just how large Her collection had become. This was going to be a long process, long and humiliating. Which i guessed was the idea.

Goddess normally enjoys humiliating me on a regular basis and i was quite surprised She had not taken every opportunity to rub it in since i adopted my new role. Apart from the scattered 'housewife' reference She has been quite gentle on my ego, mostly being really loving and supportive. She has even dropped the 'housewife' expression and started calling my by a more appropriate title of 'houseboy' when She teases me.

Now that i seem to have taken to my new role with enthusiasm maybe She feels its time to assert Her Dominance more forcefully.

Which is OK by me. i love it when She cracks the whip. Her little humiliations only fuel my submissiveness, my desire to serve Her and my love for Her.

to be continued......

The Rise of Femen

It's no secret that in the world today despite the rapid and unmistakable advancements (including outright victories) made by Women in many western countries there are still many places ruled by misogynistic patriarchies where Women are suppressed politically, socially and sexually. That is why it is so amazing to see many young brave Women stand up and assert Their rights. The founders/members and participants of Femen are such Women. Brave and seemingly fearless They have at great personal risk stood up for Women in these societies. What has no doubt helped them in their cause is Their decision to protest topless or nude. This is a very cleaver strategy in which they have chosen to take advantage of the very thing that gives Women so much power over men and strikes fear into chauvinistic males everywhere. Female sexuality. Notice the massive overreaction of the authorities. Doesn't that suggest they are afraid of these Women. And so they should be. Confident, passionate, intelligent and sexual Women are the patriarchy's worst nightmare (or could it be their secret fantasy).

Anyway Bravo Ladies! 

-ej

From the Guardian;

"Femen's topless warriors start boot camp for global feminism
Ukrainian activists set up an international training centre in Paris to teach women the art of naked protest

In a chaotic and crumbling former public washhouse in a rundown district of northern Paris, Inna Shevchenko was explaining how a large leather punchbag hanging from the rafters might be used by the foot soldiers of a new generation of feminists.
As she prepared to welcome recruits to the Ukrainian-based feminist group Femen's first "international training camp", it was clear that the instruction would not be all ideological. The talk was of "war", "soldiers", "terrorism" and "enemies". Was it not curious, one French journalist asked, that Inna and her warriors had adopted the language of combat, traditionally a male domain, to describe their mission?
Was it not also inconsistent, another asked, that the ? In a week that had seen the banning of
photographs of a topless Duchess of Cambridge, it was certainly topical.
"Ah, but we have a different idea; we are talking about peaceful war, peaceful terrorism," Inna said. "We are taking off our clothes so people can see that we have no weapons except our bodies. It's a powerful way to fight in a man's world. We live with men's domination and this is the only way to provoke them, the only way to get attention.
"We don't hide our bodies, we don't hide our faces, we confront our enemies face to face. We look them in the eyes and we have to be well prepared physically for that."
There was, she explained patiently, no contradiction in going topless or naked to against what they view as the three main evils of a global "patriarchal society": sexual exploitation, dictatorship and religion. Protesting naked, as Femen's slogans insist, is liberté, a reappropriation of their own bodies as opposed to pornography or snatched photographs which are exploitation.
On a less intellectual level, taking their clothes off ensures a lot of publicity.
"There is an ideology behind protesting topless, but we quickly realised that if we took our tops off and screamed loudly it was a good way to get attention," Alexandra Shevchenko, one of Femen's founders, said. "It works. Of course, people talk about our nakedness, but they are also listening to our message."
She added: "Believe me, it is really difficult for me to take my clothes off and stand in a public place. But this is the fight, and the fight is never easy."
The Femen movement was created in    in 2008 to protest against sexism, prostitution and the exploitation of women in the former Soviet state. Inna, 22, second daughter of an army officer, and a journalism graduate, took off her top and joined the protests, a decision that would cost her a well-paid job as a press officer at Kiev town hall. In August, she fled Ukraine after a well-publicised stunt in which she wielded a chainsaw semi-naked to chop down a large wooden Orthodox cross in support of the jailed Russian feminists    : "Afterwards I was followed for three days by the secret services. In fact they're not very secret, they like you to know they are following you to make you scared. One morning they tried to break into my apartment. I thought it was a sign I was in danger. I wasn't scared about being in prison. I have already been in prison many times, but there are worse things."
An open invitation from a group of feminists in France brought her to Paris, where Femen has set up camp in the Lavoir Moderne Parisien, in Paris's poor and ethnically mixed Goutte d'Or district. In his 1877 novel L'Assommoir, Emile Zola described the Lavoir Moderne, then a state-of-the-art public washroom, as an "immense hangar, with its flat ceiling, and open beams sitting on steel pillars closed off with large clear windows".
After closing in 1953, it began a second life as a community theatre, now under threat and in financial difficulty after a property developer acquired the building with a view to turning it into flats.
On the first floor, high above where the old zinc washing vats would have steamed, a vast airy room is plastered with Femen campaign slogans: "Nudity is freedom", "Let's get naked", "I am a woman, not an object".
If the male journalists and photographers who have beaten a path here since Femen announced its training camp are disappointed to find the girls fully dressed in the international uniform of jeans and T-shirts, they have the good grace not to show it.
Outside, on the streets of Goutte d'Or, the three tall, beautiful women cut an incongruous path through the veiled and headscarf-wearing women of the large local Muslim community, weaving their pushchairs through the roadworks. Femen's "Better naked than the burqa" campaign has made few inroads here.
"The decision to bring the fight to France and open a training centre was a French initiative, an invitation from French feminists who sent us a message saying they needed us," said Inna.
"Before then we thought of France as a first world and already feminist country that didn't really need us. Since arriving, I have met many Frenchwomen and they say they need to start the fight again. We are bringing a new face, new blood, a new fight to
."
She added: "Classical feminism is like an old sick lady that doesn't work any more. It's stuck in the world of conferences and books. We have the same ideas as the classical feminists, what is different is the form of fight. We fight in a way that will attract young women to the ideology again.
"Early feminists fought for the right for women to wear trousers and jeans and won. Now we can wear trousers and jeans, but when a woman speaks in parliament, do the men listen? It's still a world dominated by men, where women are slaves and where women still do not earn the same or have the same opportunities. So we have to start again. It's the clothing fight all over again."
To that end, Inna is staying in Paris to give her new feminist recruits their "physical and ideological training", while Femen militants Alexandra, 24, and Oxana Shachko, 25, are returning to Kiev, where a similar camp will be established. A third is planned for Brazil, where Femen has a large following, in the runup to the 2016 Olympic Games.
"Soldiers will be born here, but they will not be French soldiers. They will be feminist soldiers, international soldiers," said Inna. "Women in every country need Femen."
Back to the big leather punchbag hanging from the rafters, and Inna admits that the training sessions will not be entirely pacifist. "Feminism should be provocative," she adds. "There's no other way for women to get attention. It's the only action left to us. So the training will be moral but also physical. You have to be in good shape, because at protests you may need to run away or attack the police or jump on a building or a car."

The French riot police in their "robocop" outfits have been warned."

my Failings; i was argumentative this morning

Goddess is a bit cross pissed off with me today since i was a bit argumentative with Her this morning. i was cleaning the counter top with the wrong cloth, one which She does not want used for that purpose. When She saw what i was doing She ripped the cloth from my hand and through it to the floor.

"Never, ever, use that cloth for cleaning the counter ethan"


i unwisely tried to argue that what i was doing was OK.

She adjusted my task list for today to include washing the dirty cloth by hand and then washing/scrubbing all the garbage bins around the house (a task She knows i really don't enjoy).

She sent me an e-mail ordering me to make a public apology.

This is that apology;

i was WRONG. Clearly. i should never question Your decisions or reasons Goddess. It is not my place ask such questions. my role is simply to carry out Your wishes. Your motives are not mine to question.



i realized my mistake too late though. i should always be accepting of Your opinions and accept Your thoughts and judgements graciously and without complaint.



So Goddess i offer my full, unconditional apology, publicly here on Female Future for all my readers to see.

i am so so sorry.

i will apologize to you deeply and earnestly in private when You arrive home, accepting without hesitation any punishment and/or correction You deem appropriate.

P.S.  i have completed Your additional tasks, hopefully You will find them to Your satisfaction. i await Your inspection of my work this evening.

humbly, submissively Yours,

ethan

Rise of women in Canadian politics is unmistakable and unstoppable

Another nice article (by yet another conservative male) on Women's political advancement. When Goddess read this She simply said,

"I love it when Women take power"

-ej

"By John Ibbitson


When Pauline Marois is sworn in as premier of Quebec next week, 49 per cent of Canada's population will be served by women premiers. How cool is that?
Ms. Marois will join Christy Clark of British Columbia, Alison Redford of Alberta, Kathy Dunderdale of Newfoundland and Labrador, and Eva Aariak of Nunavut.
The rise of women in Canadian politics is unmistakable and unstoppable. In Alberta, Ms. Redford fended off another woman, Danielle Smith of the Wildrose Party, to win the provincial election earlier this year. In the July contest for National Chief of the Assembly of First Nations, half the candidates were women and a woman, Pamela Palmater, came in second to the heavily-favoured incumbent, Shawn Atleo.
When premiers tussled over a national energy strategy at the Council of the Federation, Ms. Redford confronted Ms. Clark, with Ms. Dunderdale trying to calm the waters. Saskatchewan Premier Brad Wall, whose province also has oil, was the token male in the debate.
Quebec, Manitoba, British Columbia and Yukon have all broached the 30-per-cent mark for female representation in their current legislatures. (Yukon leads with 37 per cent.)
At the federal level, the last election brought female representation in Parliament up to 25 per cent for the first time, thanks in part to the large number of NDP women candidates who won in Quebec, many to their own surprise. Thirty- nine per cent of the NDP caucus are women; 100 per cent of the Green caucus is, in the form of Leader Elizabeth May.
Twenty-five-per-cent representation by women in the House is still well below that of many other developed nations. But it does raise an interesting question: Since Canadian parliaments are still dominated so heavily by men, with a relatively small pool of women, why are there so many women premiers?
If there is a social scientist who has come up with a researched theory, this writer has yet to hear of it. But Nancy Peckford has a pretty good off-the-cuff explanation.
It still isn't easy being a woman politician, observes the executive director of Equal Voice, which advocates for more women in politics. Many must juggle family demands that men aren't expected to meet; they are likely to have lower incomes than men and thus fewer resources; there probably are still some voters who are disinclined to put a woman in charge.
"The challenges to becoming a candidate and succeeding on the ground are huge," Ms. Peckford said in an interview. "But the ones who make it into that pool are incredibly strong and very adept and quite committed to succeeding," making them more likely than some of their male counterparts to strive for the leadership itself.
It's an intriguing notion. Who knows if it's true? To any graduate student who's still casting around for a thesis topic – there you go.
Whatever the reason for how they got there, for the next few months, at least, about half of us will have a woman for a provincial first minister. The situation is likely to end when British Columbia goes to the polls in the spring. The odds of Ms. Clark prevailing against NDP Leader Adrian Dix are long.
But then Dalton McGuinty's minority government in Ontario is living on borrowed time. And the NDP, led by Andrea Horwath, won a by-election last week in what had been a safe Tory seat.
Lose B.C. and gain Ontario, and the percentage of Canadians served by women premiers climbs to 75 per cent."

Shakira is a Cougarette

She announced She is expecting Her first baby with Her boyfriend who is 10 years younger than Her. i did not realize that.

Nice.

And congrats to Her.

-EJ


"(Reuters) - Colombian singer Shakira said on Wednesday she is expecting her first child, with her Spanish soccer player boyfriend Gerard Pique.
"As some of you may know, Gerard and I are very happy awaiting the arrival of our first baby! At this time we have decided to give priority to this unique moment in our lives and postpone all the promotional activities planned over the next few days," Shakira, 35, wrote on her website.
The singer, who did not specify a due date, is bowing out of a music festival in Las Vegas this weekend.
In the near future she will be juggling both motherhood and work. Earlier this week the singer, along with R&B star Usher, were confirmed to replace Christina Aguilera and Cee Lo Green for the fourth season next year of NBC's hit singing contest The Voice.
Shakira burst onto the international pop scene with her 2006 single, "Hips Don't Lie."
Pique, 25, plays for FC Barcelona. The couple first met in 2010. This will be their first child."

my First Week @ Home (Update)

Well i've certainly been keeping very busy over the past few days. As Goddess predicted i haven't had much time to stop.

i have now settled into a nice routine. Each morning i rise at 6:45, a little before Goddess, and head to the kitchen to make coffee and begin preparing Her breakfast before She heads off to work. i then return to the bedroom at 7:05 to awaken Her.

Waking Her up i will note requires great care. She has particular demands regarding specifically how She is to be awaken. To do this i place a gentle kiss upon Her cheek or the nape of Her neck , this usually begins to cause Her to stir with a gentle smile on Her lips, upon which i then place a soft kiss before departing to set the table for breakfast.

i used to make the mistake of waking Her by rubbing my hand on Her shoulder or touching Her in an annoying way. Needless to say this drew a viscous verbal rebuke which i have never forgotten. After that She gave me very clear instructions about how to awaken Her. Doing it wrong results in punishment. Period. Full stop.

"Wake Me like a sleeping Princess" is how She put it.

After Goddess departs for work i proceed to clear the table, wash any dishes by hand if required, then load and start the dishwasher. Once the dishwasher is started i check for any laundry that needs to be done and proceed with that as well as taking out the trash and recycling. Returning again to the bedroom i proceed to tidy up and make the bed (something She is very particular about).

After this i am allowed 1 hour for physical exercise. This week i have been alternating  between bike riding and weights.  i want to be in peak physical condition for Goddess so that i both look good for Her and am able to meet whatever demands She makes of me. After this i take a quick shower.

The real focus of my daily task list is, however, keeping Her castle in a state of immaculate cleanliness. Each day this week i have chosen a part of the house to concentrate on. my objective is not simply to clean but to detail every surface. This involves, spraying, washing, scrubbing, vacuuming, scrapping, rinsing every floor, counter top , molding, fixture, door, table top, shelf, sink, shower, bathtub, light fixture, appliance etc until it gleams. Needless to say i have spent much of the week on my hands and knees or on a step ladder, wash cloth in hand.

In the early afternoon i make a shopping list and head for the store. i usually budget about 1 hour for this then return, put things away and continue with the cleaning. The objective is to do a complete cleaning of the house by the end of the week and begin the process all over again each week.

" I expect things to remain in a permanent state of perfection ethan"

i am also allowed 30 minutes per day to work on this blog. She says She enjoys reading it and it keeps me mentally stimulated and thinking about my station in life, Our/our relationship and it helps to promote Female Supremacist values, something We/we both deeply believe in.

At about 4:30-5 PM i begin preparing supper. Goddess usually returns from work between 6:30-7 so i time things to have dinner ready when She walks through the door. i always keep in mind that a hungry Goddess is an angry Goddess. That's not something i want to face.

Last night was a typical evening. At 6:30 from the kitchen i hear the door opening. I rush to greet Her, planting a kiss upon Her lips as i take Her coat, purse and laptop bag. She was in a very good mood. I ask Her about Her day and the big meeting and She says that everything went great. She notices that the dining room table is already fully laid out and inquirer's about dinner. i inform Her that everything is ready to which She smiles and responds,

"Nice, I love coming home to this"

As i head back to the kitchen to prepare to serve dinner i hear Her from another room,

"Oh wow! Everything is so clean it shines, that's awesome ethan"

i can only smile. She soon appears in the kitchen and comes up behind me. She places Her open hand on my left ass cheek and slowly glides it from top the bottom. i feel a tingle all over. She started doing this little move just this week. i find it crazy erotic, i feel that tingling sensation through my whole body when She does this. i think its a little touch that expresses both appreciation and possessiveness at the same time. i absolutely love it!

She continues through the house for a quick inspection. i follow pointing out the various points of focus of the days efforts.

"ethan, if I knew just how enthusiastically you'd take to this I would have starting keeping you at home a long time ago. This is really wonderful, i think it might be a good idea for you to stay at home permanently. you're a fantastic houseboy!" i just grinned from ear to ear and kissed Her deeply. i can't recall the last time She seemed so happy. i just beamed inside.

We/we enjoyed a relaxing meal and had one of the best and most wide ranging conversations in a long time. She kept commenting on just how happy i seemed and it was obvious that She was also really pleased. So far i would say the new arrangement is working out great with Our/our relationship only growing stronger.

After diner i cleared the table and cleaned up while Goddess took Her shower. Upon emerging She came to the kitchen and took me by the hand,

"I think we should go to bed early tonight"

With that She lead me to the bedroom and She changed into Her silk pajamas and i stripped down to my briefs. We got into bed together and held each other close and began to kiss with great passion. my cock began to twitch hungrily and Goddess just smiled as my manhood  quivered against Her soft tummy.

She ran Her finger down my chest, stopping to pinch my left nipple, hard. I gasped and She devoured my mouth with Hers.   I massaged Her back and took a firm grip on Her behind as She ran Her fingers along my thigh, first on the outside then moving to the inside as i opened my legs wide to give Her full access to Her favourite toy.

She tickled my balls through the fabric and ran Her finger along the edge of my pounding erection. I gasped as She wickedly flicked Her finger from my cock-head, a surge of pleasure rushing through my mind as my muscles squeezed a shot of sticky pre-cum onto my briefs.  She circled the growing wet spot with Her finger causing my whole body to tremble as i through my head back, overcome.

She placed Her fingers inside the top band of my briefs and pulled down hard as Her tongue explored my mouth, an unspoken command to get naked, now!

i stripped away my single, meagre, piece of clothing and hugged Her tightly. Her soft warm curves driving my lust. i began to unbutton Her top. I wanted to touch those maddening breasts oh so badly!

i adore the feel of Her breasts so much.   i straddled Her from above gliding my fingers around the soft curvature of each breast. Cupping a full one in each of my hands i caressed Her nipples with my thumbs then leaned in to take one in my mouth, softly kissing and pulling on Her hard nipple with my lips. She exhaled, a low moan of pleasure parting Her lips as i lost myself in an insatiable hunger for Her. That sound, the low moan She makes, one of the most beautiful sounds in all creation.

As i kissed and caressed Her Breasts She stroked my cock with increasing intensity, Her soft hand becoming slicker and slicker as it pumped away. my lust reached a fever pitch, i began fucking Her soft sticky hand. Desperate for completion i thrust back and forth in sync with the Her stroking. Lost in desire i barely noticed when She stopped pumping my cock, She just let me thrust at Her encircling hand, grunting, gasping sweating, devouring Her breast with my mouth. On the very edge of paradise. She withdrew Her hand, leaving me to hump air a few times, another little humiliation, another display of Her Feminine power.

i think 'no...no...NO...let me finish!Please!' but i can't form the words to even beg.

i am so owned by Her.

i feel Her hands on my head.


She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pushed my head down. i flinched from Her harsh pulling but then i remember that this is all about Her, Her pleasure is why i exist. my greedy cock is my problem, not Hers. i pull away from Her breasts, my lips pulling on Her nipple as i leave. i kissed my way slowly, gently down her soft warm tummy until my lips landed on a sticky wet spot just above Her belly button. She giggled when She realised why i suddenly jerked my head up. Not letting go of my hair She pushed my head back down.

"Lick it up, clean yourself off of Me"

 
 i followed a slick rivulet of my own excitement to a pool in Her bellybutton. i licked and sucked my pre-cum from Her body as She giggled.

Continuing my journey, with great care i remove Her pajama bottoms, sliding them down slowly.

Placing my thumbs on each side between Her thigh and and Her panties i slowly, delicately pull them down and past Her ankles.

i continue my travels until i reach the gates of heaven. i can feel Her heat, smell Her excitement. i again part my lips and use my tongue to part Hers. She is sopping wet with desire. Stretching my mouth i reach my tongue deep inside gathering Her juices and pushing upward i encircle and suck upon Her hard swollen clit. i can sense Her tense up then melt. Her hands pushing me hard and deep against Her sex, smearing Her wetness over my face. Obsessed i continue to feverishly lick, swirl and suck Her bud, faster and faster  until i feel Her reach the edge. One last flicking motion of my tongue, hard and fast,

"yes...Yes....YES!


and She convulses with pleasure, a joyful scream from Her lips.


"oh fuck YES FUCKKK, yeah "

Grabbing my head tightly She roughly grinds Her pussy wildly over my face in victory.

Then She relaxes,  releasing me.

My jaw and tongue ache,  my face is raw and sticky. i smell of pussy.

i look up to see the look of pure dreamy satisfaction on Her face and i feel so in love with Her, so in awe of Her.

my cock still aches and drips. i am unfulfilled yet totally satisfied.

Her satisfaction is my satisfaction.

i crawl up to Her and we embrace, hugging tightly. my hard, hungry cock resting against Her warm soft tummy. She strokes it lightly, i allow myself to get lost in this little pleasure"

"I love you so much ethan, you make Me feel like a Princess"

"and i love You Beautiful Goddess "

We/we drift off to sleep

men, Evolve or Else

Yet another voice calling on men to get used to the new Matriarchal order and find their place in it. guys need to adapt to the role reversal (its not going away) and get busy supporting their Female companions (be They their Wives, Girlfriends, Goddesses, Dominants or whatever the nature of his particular relationship).

Adapt or face Their wrath! Today's Alpha-Females aren't  going to put up with lazy males stuck in an extinct past. they are like dinosaurs and We/we all know what happened to the dinosaurs. 

men, you can be a dinosaur and face a life of unproductive loneliness or be a new man and serve a Goddess. 

-EJ





"Plastic women, cardboard men
By MARGARET WENTE

The patriarchy is dead. The new world order is a matriarchy. And the guys can't figure out where they fit in

I know a fiftysomething woman who went back to school last year. She needed a credential in order to get steady work, so she invested eight months and several thousand dollars to qualify as a personal care assistant. She cleaned toilets to help pay the tuition. The pay is low, but she'll always be in demand. Her former husband (he's the same age), meanwhile, has more or less dropped out of the economy. History seems to be repeating itself with their kids. Their focused daughter is a top university student with an eye on a good career. Their son dropped out of university in his first semester. Since then, he's had a string of low-paying jobs. He has no plan.
Men of all ages are dropping out these days. Another friend, a woman in her 40s, has a soon-to-be-ex-husband who drove them into bankruptcy. He lost his job and can't find more work and is about to move back in with his mother. My friend, who stayed home to raise their four kids, is now working double shifts to put herself through nursing school. In between work and school, she shops for food, feeds the kids and drives them to their lessons. The last time I saw her, she fell asleep sitting up.
As for thirtysomething women, many of them are building impressive careers while their men just coast along. They pay the mortgage, and the guys pay the utilities. Nothing wrong with that, if only the guys would pitch in more on the home front. But a lot of the guys turn out to be incredibly passive – like oversized knick-knacks parked in front of the TV.
The patriarchy is dead. The new world order is a matriarchy. And the guys can't figure out where they fit in. As one university-educated urban male told writer Hanna Rosin, "All the things we need to be good at to thrive in the world we imagine existing 10 or 20 or even 50 years from now are things that my female friends and competitors are better at than me. Than us."
Ms. Rosin's new book, The End of Men, is a strikingly revealing tour of the ways in which the postindustrial economy is reshaping our culture. Today, the things that women excel at – human contact, interpersonal skills, verbal skills, creativity – are more valuable than brawn and muscle. These skills can't easily be outsourced. Women are good at interpreting feelings and ideas. They're smart, diligent and reliable, and they mostly stay out of trouble. On top of that, they're extraordinarily adaptable. Women have taken on new roles and colonized male realms (pharmacy, veterinary medicine) with astonishing speed, and held on to their old roles and realms as well.

But the men are stuck. It's much harder for them to adapt, and a lot don't even want to try. Few men of any age are willing to go back to school, especially if they have to clean toilets for the privilege. Even fewer are interested in "women's" roles, even though those fields are where most of the employment growth will be. Of the 30 professions projected to add the most jobs over the next decade, women dominate 20. Many of these jobs (home care, child care, food preparation) replace things women used to do at home for free.
What happens when women start entering a male trade? That job becomes devalued (at least in men's eyes), and men flee – a phenomenon that Harvard economist Claudia Goldin calls "pollution." For example, few men go into pharmacy any more, even though it offers a big salary, secure future and reasonable hours. "All my really top performers have been heavily women," one female dean told Ms. Rosin. She called the men a "lost generation."
As Ms. Rosin puts it, women are plastic – malleable, fluid shape-shifters. Men are cardboard – they can't bend.
Everyone knows how women are outpacing men at university. But the new shocker is the decline of men in the labour force. The ratio of men who work has plummeted to a record low. Today, just 69.8 per cent of all U.S. men are working or looking for work, compared with a long-term average of 78.3 per cent since 1948. The aging population is only a minor factor. Work is in decline even among men of prime working age, 25 to 54. In the 1950s, nearly 98 per cent of all non-institutionalized men that age worked; today, only 88 per cent do.
What happened? "Male" jobs disappeared and, when men couldn't find other "male" jobs, they gave up. Millions of men also went on disability, which has become a runaway welfare program for the American middle and working class. (In some months recently, more U.S. men have gone on disability than found work.) And the decline of men has closely tracked the rise of women. If more women are willing to support their families, then fewer men have to. Which would be all right if men were able to take on new roles and identities as easily as women do.
I've no idea how the new world order will play out. Ms. Rosin thinks more men will eventually catch on and find their places in it. Meantime, there's one scene I can't get out of my mind. It's a village in the hills of Thailand that my husband and I visited a few years ago. The women did all the work – the child rearing, the farming, the cooking, the wood and water gathering, the long trek to town to sell their vegetables. The men sat around discussing politics and smoking opium. They didn't seem terribly miserable; I guess they'd gotten used to it. "

My New Life Begins

Well, Friday was my last day at work. I spent the day packing up my things in boxes and moving everything to the car, saying my goodbyes and wrapping up. i have to say that it felt a bit weird but i can't say i was sad or unhappy about leaving. At the end of the day i transported all my office boxes to the basement for storage and went upstairs for a short period of contemplation. i felt really very calm and at peace with my decision.

At 6 PM Goddess came through door. She seemed concerned and gave me a big, tight, hug and said simply,

"I love you so much and I'm going to love having you at home"

With that She gave me a gentle squeeze on my right ass cheek and kissed me deeply, Her lips grabbing mine and lingering.

My life as Her full-time stay at home houseboy had begun.

"I have plenty of tasks for you to work on so don't think you'll get bored"

That night we just had drinks and cuddled on the couch. She really wanted me to feel loved and appreciated and i did. We had a quiet couples evening at home.

The next morning Goddess arose early for a hair appointment and i got up with Her, making Her coffee and breakfast before She headed out the door. Once She left i figured i had might as well take the initiative and get to work. I loaded the dishwasher and got started on the laundry. 

Upon Her return i complemented Her on Her rather sexy new hairstyle and She seemed very pleased that I had jumped right into my duties without being given my orders.

"Nice, ethan, very nice. I have a major report to prepare for next week so I'll be working all weekend and i expect you to figure out what needs to be done and get to it".

And did i ever. i felt so energised. i wanted so much to please Her that at that moment i don't think i've ever found the prospect of house work so erotically charged. i think i was sporting a semi hard-on under my jeans most of the day.

I practically zoomed through my chores. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, a trip to the market and preparing supper.

"Wow you're super efficient today"

She seemed to marvel at my new-found energy and i adored Her for allowing me the opportunity to serve Her so completely.

I served dinner and cleaned up everything while She took another hour to wrap up Her writing.

Afterword She again hugged me tightly and told me just how pleased She was with me. It seemed that the first day was one of me really taking to my new role. Truth be told though this was a pretty typical Saturday for me. Just that from now on this will be everyday for me. Seeing the joy on Her face though was all the motivation i needed. It felt just so right to me.

With both of us ready to relax after a hard day Goddess suggested something a little unusual and fun. A Wii sports tournament, just to move a bit and blow off some steam.

"The loser has to get down and kiss the winners feet!" She declared with a sly grin.

i suspected She had no intention of losing!

"You seem really confident Goddess"

"Don't I always win?" She replied.

"Yes Goddess, You always win"

"OK then, tennis, bowling and golf. Set up the machine houseboy!"

i got off to a good start winning three games to two at tennis but She absolutely kicked my ass at bowling and beat me by six strokes at golf.

I playfully objected however that when i was trying to take my golf swing She would sit on the couch and dangle Her adorable naked foot in my line of sight.

"Not fair" i protested.

"Since when is anything fair between a Woman and a man?" She asked in reply, feigning innocence.

"Never,  Goddess, never"

i began to fall to Her feet when She interrupted me,

"Lose the shirt and pants first"

i eagerly stripped down to my briefs.

Satisfied She simply pointed to Her foot and i dutifully dropped to my knees and began my oral adoration of Her.

i became lost at Her foot, time seeming to stand still until She again spoke,

"Nice job loser" She extended Her foot and rubbed it against my swollen shaft, further stretching the fabric of my briefs.

"I can see you really enjoy losing to me ethan"

i just moaned and smiled at Her as She rubbed Her foot along the length of my cotton covered sex, kneading me with Her toes.

She returned the smile, "Good, because i love beating you, beating men, putting boys in their place".

"It's just so adorable that you know where you belong"