Porn as Goddess Worship?

On the surface it would seem obvious that the porn industry overwhelmingly caters to male fantasy. In doing so it portrays males in a dominant light with Females existing only for the pleasure of males. The whole industry is anti-Female if not downright misogynistic. Period. Case closed.

Right?

Well Goddess and i got into a debate about this recently. my thoughts were that male oriented porn is pretty much summed up in the opening paragraph above. Goddess however wasn't so sure it is as simple as that. We started wondering about who is really using whom here. Are women being exploited and used for the selfish pleasure of males, both the male actors and viewers, or does the superior, dominant Goddess nature of Women emerge even in this most male centric of entertainment genres? Who emerges as the dominant sex here? Does this industry succeed in projecting male dominance at the expense of Women? What future does this industry have and what societal impacts does it have on men and boys? What does it say about the Female future we seem to be heading towards?

So many questions. So Goddess decided that some research was in order. i was a bit reticent seeing how i pretty much knew, as a male, what was going to be on offer, how comically unrealistic it is and how Goddess might not appreciate the portrayal of Women is these videos. i was more than a little concerned that She would be so furious after watching that She might feel the need to exact some revenge and attitude adjustment on the first available male as a proxy for my gender. Said male being me of course.

So Goddess gave me the assignment of hitting some major porn sites on the net and downloading several dozen clips we would then watch together.

That task completed i cued up the clips on the computer so we could stream them to the large TV in the living room. i  fetched a glass of wine for Goddess and at Her insistence sat next to Her on the sofa. One catch though, i had to be nude. Goddess simply started that She wanted to gauge if i was actually aroused by this stuff and wanted me close to share Her thoughts and observations with me and, if She wanted, my opinion.

And so began our evening of conventional male oriented porn viewing, for research purposes of course.

After viewing a few clips a few things became quite apparent.

They pretty much all follow the same predictable series of events;

• A minute or so of kissing (too intimate Goddess supposes)

• A minute or two of the male licking at the Woman’s clit (sometimes this is optional)

• Followed by the Female engulfing the males hard cock with Her mouth for an extended blow job session thus beginning the process of continuous phallus worship which goes on for the rest of the video until the male receives his orgasmic reward at the end. One assumes this reward is given naturally because he is a muscular well endowed male and thus deserving of sexual worship by the dirty uninhibited slutty girl.

• At some point, not wanting to waste the males orgasm before completing the rest of the required steps, the couple will disengage from the Woman’s mouth and She will either offer up Her womanhood to his hungry cock or he will grab and position Her for entry. The male will then enter Her, expressing his pleasure as he slips in with the requisite “oh fuck yeah baby it feels so good’. She might then coo or squeal and tell him to “fuck Me hard” or just “fuck me fuck me fuck me”

• Then something odd happens. The grunting, panting, delirious male, nearing climax needs to move to the next step. Typically at this point the Female is goading him on and tells him She wants him to cum on Her face and encourages the male to pull out of Her which he manages to do with this promise of further carnal delights. In half or more of the videos at this point the Women will kneel before the erect desperate male, Her face confronting the impending explosion from his cock and She will give him all manner of dirty looks and nasty talk while encouraging him to masturbate furiously to orgasm. At this point the grunting, sweating, panting, moaning male is babbling incoherently as he madly strokes himself off. It doesn’t take long. After 30 minutes or so of merciless stimulation the male explodes over Her face, lips, hair, breasts not to mention the floor below. The male is moaning and hysterical from the shock of pleasure. The Women will then help him ride out the remainder of his orgasm by sucking the last drops of cum from his shaft then swallowing and licking up the remainder. At this point the male is completely spent and the Female shows Her cum covered face and body to the camera and the boys watching at home being sure to coo and smile letting them know what a dirty Girl She is and how much She loves cock.

So far it all seems so formulaic and simple but effective from a male arousal point of view. i know my cock became hard within the first couple of minutes of the first video and stayed that way throughout. Goddess reached down and wrapped Her soft hand around my erection, pumping me gently from time to time until i was slick with pre-cum, gasping and moaning. “You simple minded males really will get turned on by anything” She laughed as She felt me up enough to gauge my reaction but not enough to cause an accident.

Anyway, to me, being distracted by the video and Goddesses hand action i didn’t see much to take away from my initial thesis. Goddess however insisted that we dissect these videos a little more carefully.

She agreed that the premise of these films is to portray an alpha-male fantasy where men's every sexual desire is met by young beautiful hyper-sexual Women whose only purpose in life is male gratification. There are clear elements of  thinly veiled misogyny as well with the men sometimes grabbing the Women by their hair, making them gag on a hard cock thrust into their mouth or restraining them in position by the neck in a choke type hold. All clearly acts of violence supposedly excused in this context by the males wild animal lust for orgasm at the hands of these mercilessly teasing temptresses.

Goddess however made a point here by asking “who’s really in control here?”. Is it really the male who’s been whipped into a state of frenzied arousal from the get go. They are fondled, hand jobbed, have their cocks sucked and licked continuously, are stroking themselves every chance they get followed by  pumping their dicks in and out of a hot pussy to the point of edging themselves over and over again but not being allowed to cum until the moment is right. From the first minute their cocks are rock hard and kept that way. their initial soft moaning degenerates to panting, grunting, heavy breathing, babbling and even trembling in some cases. By the time he’s thrusting in and out of Her he’s completely consumed in madness just crying out for relief.

The Women on the other hand seem pretty in control of Their faculties. “A couple of little clit licks and some titty sucking are no way gonna get a Girl aroused anywhere close to those guys. I assume there’s lots of lube involved here because there’s no way She’s gonna be wet from that pathetic ‘foreplay’”

While it may be that some of the Women are aroused here, maybe even to orgasm, Goddess thinks it the exception. There is clearly lots of acting going on here among the Women. With the men it’s the real deal, there’s no hiding it. This dichotomy arises again from Women’s sexuality being utterly mysterious and hidden from males. The male arousal is there for all to see standing at attention. For the Female’s they could just as easily hide or fake arousal. This differential gives an advantage to the Women. While the males have no choice but be consumed by their quest to ‘get off’ the Women can maintain a clear head, stay focused on the job at hand all the while faking or exaggerating their arousal thus keeping the males lust at the boiling point without actually boiling over until She gives the ok. So who really is running the show here? It seems pretty obvious.

Ok all true but clearly the Females are expected to act in a submissive way towards the males. Often the female will get down on Her knees to deliver a prolonged session of oral cock worship. Clearly this is all about satisfying the selfish male and his ego. Having a Woman perform an arguably humiliating act for an extended period of time is all about stroking the male ego as well as his man parts, ‘i am man worship my cock’. However even here Goddess rightly pointed out that none of these Women seem the least bit humiliated by performing this act. In fact they seem to get a thrill each time the male moans or squirms as Her licking or sucking pushes all his pleasure buttons. In fact it seems like the Girls are quite in command of the cock and hence the male here. It is in fact his complete lack of control of his reactions to Her teasing touch and his inability to resist that one could argue is humiliating. Think about that guys, having someone so able to control your mind, so unintimidated by your physical size and manhood that She can literally devour you and zap your brain of rational coherent thoughts and enjoy doing it. Again where does the power really lay here?

Then we get to the part that confuses me. The classic cum shot scene. Invariably before the climactic event the male has his cock planted deep inside Her Womanhood. I don’t know about you guys but from my point of view the Vagina is the center of a man’s universe. All life long males dream of getting their hard aching cocks deep inside a Woman’s hot, wet, tight love tunnel and pumping their way to a climatic explosion. That feeling when my swollen cock head slips past the tight, sopping wet, entrance always causes me to tremble with pleasure and Goddess to moan in response. The feeling of pushing all the way in, Her thick sticky wetness enveloping my shaft, telling me my prolonged foreplay has pleased Her . There is nothing in creation like this. Yet these men are made to come ever closer to that explosion of joy within paradise when they are kicked out of the temple so to speak. Usually with the promise that they can ‘cum on my face’. The Woman will typically go back on Her knees at this point and talk dirty, tease Him with Her tongue etc while the male is expected to masturbate himself to completion. Rarely does the woman make much physical contact with the male at this point (the occasional one will give a brief hand job or lick his balls to encourage him). The desperate male will then furiously stroke himself to climax, grunting and gasping all the way until the ropy jets of cum are splashed across her face, lips, hair and breasts leaving the male panting and gasping with relief, exhaustion, satisfaction and lets face it complete and total joy at having delivered his ‘massive load’. The load that feels so massive to the male and weighs down his balls usually consists of two or three spoonfuls of male seed. It’s obvious that some of these males have been abstinent for some time trying to make sure their balls are full and the load as impressive as can be. Another indication of just how much they’ve been suffering under the mind blowing, sensual ministrations of these Women. Often here the Female will be making orgasmic like sounds that have to be an acting job. She hasn’t been stimulated in any way. Is the audience to believe that the mere taste of the males cum will bring Her to climax? Not likely.

The question that that still lingers though is why the cumshot? From the male point of view the same bliss and satisfaction could have been achieved by staying within the Woman. In fact this would achieve even more intimacy, intensity and satisfaction for the male. For the Female this would also seem to be more satisfying, not to mention less messy. In a sense this is almost a cruel joke played on the male. His payload is diverted from its natural destination only to be sprayed uselessly in the air.

I’ve seen it argued that the cumshot is required to provide proof to the viewer that male orgasm was achieved, that the mercilessly teased male wasn’t denied his just reward. i guess there is an element of truth to that. The cumshot leaves no doubt that ultimate male pleasure was achieved and all is right with the world. God forbid a male was denied his climax right?

A less savory interpretation could be that this is an act aimed at simply getting revenge on the Female. Her merciless teasing and irresistible eroticism rendered the male completely powerless and under Her magical spell. In his aroused state She owned him completely, body and spirit. By thrusting his manhood at Her and literally shooting Her in the face with his satiated lust he’s getting his revenge by humiliating the ‘dirty whore’ who did these things to him. He’s reasserting his manhood by putting out the burning fire of lust She ignited in him.

While i’m sure there is an element of this revenge / humiliation at play here again Goddess pointed out that these Women don’t seem particularly humiliated by being splashed with male lust. In fact they happily consume every drop completely. Think about that. This so-called virile alpha-male threw every ounce of his sexual being at this Women and in the end She consumed him completely leaving him a spent husk though blissful and satisfied for the moment. She even diverted his seed from within Her sex to be expelled uselessly outside of Her sacred womanhood. Talk about humiliating.

In the end his fierce ejaculation in no way diminished Her power as a Woman. In short order any of these males will be back under the whip of Female beauty, driven to madness again and again and again. The sublime suffering inflicted upon male’s by the beauty of Women knows no cure. It is relentless and lifelong. It is the very essence of who we are.

The final act can also easily be viewed as humiliating for the male as well. he has to masturbate himself to finality. Something that for most males is a deeply private act. One can also imagine the millions of male viewers acting in unison with the male pornstar, stroking their cocks to ejaculation as they watch their screens. How much male seed has been expended in worship of even one of these sensual, erotic, Women?

It is also quite apparent that this male oriented pornography permeates society today due to its easy accessibility via the net. In the last 20 years teenage boys as well as men have had access to a virtually unlimited supply of highly visual masturbatory material on a scale never before seen. Unsurprisingly, boys being boys, they have taken full advantage. There seems to be an epidemic of ‘porn addiction’ among males. It has been suggested that one of the contributors to boy’s poor academic and social performance compared with Girls is the amount of time so many boys now devote to self-pleasure. So while Girl’s are doing their homework, participating in sports and engaging in social activities boys are hiding in their bedrooms stroking their cocks to a ‘Kayden Kross cumshot compilation video’.

Is is any wonder the Girl’s are leaving them in the dust.

i’m not saying that this is a totally bad thing. In fact it’s quite ironic that the very material that is produced as a celebration of male sexuality is actually playing a role in leading to a Female dominated future. Having so many boys devoting so much time to what is really a form of Goddess worship has its benefits. It keeps the boys out of trouble and out of the Girl’s way not to mention imprinting on their minds a sense of complete awe for Women’s beauty and sexuality. There is a need however to make sure that these male’s don’t fall through the cracks and that they find some productive role in society. That role will probably be secondary to the Female role as they will be surpassed by these recent generations of Alpha-Girls. Which is fine, society is going to be well served by increasing numbers of beta-males.

One last point that Goddess wanted to make about who has the power and influence in this male oriented porn industry is to follow the money.

Here’s a little factoid i’ll post as something to think about;

“male actors make far less than Female ones
While the average ‘buck naked’ pulls in $40,000 per year or $300-$400 or so per scene (starting salaries are well below that), Female porn stars make about $100,000 to $250,000 per year, with some of the biggest names, such as Jenna Jameson, pulling in even more dough.”

So the Women pornstars direct the males, make the big money, become famous celebrities and are the objects of male fantasy the world over. The male ‘pornstars’ are relatively low paid interchangeable, replaceable, human dildos.

What then is this male oriented porn industry other than a form of Goddess worship? A perfect one, no certainly not. Filled with acts of misogyny and illusions of male dominance?Perhaps but maybe becoming less and less so. In doing research for this article i found that 40% of porn rentals are now done by Women. The industry is moving to producing more and more Female friendly material. This is a direct response to Women’s new found power, wealth and sexual freedom.

Just don’t expect Women to spend Their lives masturbating the days away. Women are after all different from males.

And that’s a good thing.

After the completion of Our/our research Goddess promptly marched me to the computer and watched carefully as i deleted all of the video files, erased the browser history and reset the net blocking software on my account to prevent access to porn sites.

“Kneel ethan”

I promptly complied as She placed Her foot in front of me, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head down. Knowing full well the meaning of Her prompt i bowed down to Her proffered foot and kissed it fervently.

“Let’s make sure all that porn hasn’t damaged your brain boy”

“yes Goddess!”

Anecdotes in Humiliation

One regular couples activity enjoyed by Goddess are our weekly Q & A sessions wherein Goddess asks the questions and i, Her humble male, provide answers no matter how personal or embarrassing. A typical session will occur after I have served the evening meal and taken care of clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen. i will provide Goddess with a glass of wine (on my errands i pick up  new wines to sample each week) and She will retire to the living room to relax in Her favorite chair. I will start up the stereo with some gentle ambient music to create a relaxed mood. I then have 30 minutes to complete my kitchen duties following which i am to remove any clothing and present myself on my knees at the foot of Her chair. i will refill Her glass as needed, She will take a sip, travel the length of my body with Her eyes and the questions will commence.

These sessions have a few clear rules and rituals which must be followed including

• I must appear promptly at the 30 minute mark, kneeling and nude at Her feet as She lounges comfortably in Her favorite chair

• Her wine glass must never be allowed to become empty.

• All questions must be answered without hesitation and with full honesty.

• Goddess is the sole arbitrator of truth or lies. If She decides that She doesn’t fully believe i am telling the truth She will simply state ‘position’ and i am to turn around, bow my head to the floor with my hands on the carpet beside my head while raising my exposed ass to Her.  i will then be the recipient of an arbitrary number of strokes from Her favorite crop or short whip. There is no pleading and no appeal of this verdict. If Goddess is not satisfied with an answer that’s that. i will assume the ‘position’ without question.

• If the wine selection is not to Her satisfaction i will be ordered to assume the position and receive an appropriate number of strokes.

With these formalities out of the way the session will commence. This past week Goddess decided She would like to probe some events from my past and learn what these events reveal about Her pet.

In the glow of the Christmas tree She begins;

G: ethan I’d like you to share with me your earliest memories of being truly humiliated by a Girl or Women. Describe one of these events for me.

e: well Goddess, I’m reminded of an an incident that occurred in about the eighth grade i think. I was walking home from a friends house on a spring evening when I first heard then saw three Girls from my school talking on the other side of the street. i recognized one as a Girl named Darlene. She was truly something special even at that age. I remember Her luscious red lips, long dark hair down to the small of Her back and curvy ass. i mean 'wow', all the boys in school were completely mad for Her. She was one of those crazy hot girls that guys like me are terrified to even talk to but secretly fantasize about. As i got closer to this group i kept my head down hoping to pass unnoticed.

G: Why unnoticed ?

e: i don’t know i guess because Girl's made me nervous in general and Darlene especially so...

G: So you’ve always been intimidated by Women’s beauty?

e; absolutely yes Goddess

Not a bad likeness of Darlene. Not bad at all

G : do you know where these feelings came from?

e: no just that I’ve always felt this way. It seems perfectly natural for men to be intimidated by Women. i think it’s just a part of the male psyche so to speak.

G : I agree, go on.

e : well as I got closer i heard Darlene ask one of the other Girls if She 'remembered the name of that guy’ meaning me i guessed. i remember my heart started racing then i heard it. “Hey ethan, could you come over here?” I froze in my tracks. I was mortified yet excited and fascinated. I couldn’t think of any reason to not answer the Siren song.

G: so you went over?

e: yes

G: and

e: well the other two Girls started to giggle and Darlene smiled as I approached. i suddenly had a bad feeling about this. I stopped about five feet from the Girls when Darlene asked me a question.

At this point Goddess was smiling as well

G: Go on

e: well She asked me if i “liked sucking cock because I heard that you did. So do you like sucking cock ethan?” At this point even Darlene couldn’t hold back the laughter. my ears filled with a cacophony of feminine laughter. i turned red, not from anger, but from humiliation. I tried to muster a strong denial but was so flustered and pushed off balance that all i could reply was a weak ‘no...no way’. Darlene and the other girls acted like they refused to believe me. She said “well a good friend of mine said it’s true and I trust Her completely so it must be true, you’re lying”.

I felt like i was sinking in quicksand and every struggle against this just got me in deeper. i can’t remember what i said in response but by now the others had joined in and i was out numbered three to one so i just tried to beat a retreat hoping to salvage some minimal dignity. As i walked quickly with rapid fire catcall’s following behind me ‘hey ethan what does cock taste like?’, ‘how big was he?’, did you spit or swallow’ followed by mocking laughter as i raced out of distance. 

i don’t even remember getting home, just racing to my room and shutting the door.

G : how did that make you feel?

e: i was completely devastated, humiliated beyond belief. i thought maybe these Girls wanted to get to know me. Maybe they found me interesting. Instead they just wanted to crush my fragile ego for a laugh at my expense. I was beyond hurt. i couldn’t figure out why that picked on me. Was i just in the wrong place at the wrong time or was i specifically targeted? Were people really spreading these rumours about me? Why?

G: So you were angry and hurt. Is that all?

e: well no. Even more so i felt so powerless. i just couldn’t muster any kind of defense against these hot Girls.

G: Wait a sec. ‘Hot Girls’?. Your were attracted to them even though they put you through hell?

e: hum well yes. In fact as i lay on my bed nursing my emotional wounds i kept thinking about the incident in my mind,  picturing Darlene mocking me and well i just got hard. Really hard. Dripping cock hard.

G: Don’t tell my you jerked off while fantasizing about Her.

e: yeah i most certainly did. As i was coming down from my orgasm i felt more crushing humiliation amplified by the post orgasmic 'little death'. At the time i was too immature to understand my reactions and certainly not able to understand why i actually liked it so much, even more than i hated it. i was so indoctrinated with all that alpha-male bullshit that i just couldn't square the circle. i guess i knew deep down that all that dominant male nonsense withered away around Girls. Today i fully understand that male's might be bigger and stronger but any pretense of male's being dominant melts away when a Women asserts Herself. There's nothing that male's find hotter than bowing down to kiss a Women's foot both literally and figuratively.

G : Women find that hot as well I might add. So looking back why to you think you reacted that way?

e: That’s easier to admit and understand now. i’ve always been submissive towards Women so when a Women asserts any kind of dominance over me i’m really turned on and become deeply submissive at the same time. It makes total sense to me now. At the time i was afraid to admit that or had no way to express it anyway.

G: That seems about right. What about Darlene? Why do you think She acted that way?

e: Honestly i think She fully understood the impact Her looks and attitude had on boy's. i mean how could She not notice? i think She enjoyed the power and looked for ways to put boy's in a weaker position relative to Her and exploit them for fun and other personal benefits.

G : I suspect that’s right and naturally so.

e: absolutely

G: So did you have any other encounters with Her?

e: actually yes. Over the next few weeks the same sort of scene was acted out again with me getting catcalled a few more times which did really damage my school yard reputation as even guys would join in. i suspect they were trying to make some connection with Darlene as well and trying to be seen as allied with Her. Not that She cared I’m sure. Then about a month later I was coming out of school a bit late when i saw Her leaving at he same time. Only this time Her posse was not around.

She called out to me ‘hi ethan come here”. i steadied myself for more abuse but strangely, ok not so strangely, i obliged Her command.

Expecting the worst i was shocked when She simply said “these books are too heavy would you mind carrying them home for me?" as She simultaneously dropped them in my arms. I was so confused and excited what could i do but follow Her home carrying Her books. The walk was a blur i don’t remember much about it except at the end we reached the door to Her house which She opened, turned around, gave me an electric smile, took the books and closed the door. She didn’t even say ‘thank you” but i didn’t care. i was bewildered but thrilled beyond belief. Yes i knew i was being used but i didn’t care and i liked it. i was so thrilled just to have a chance to be around Her.

G: (laughing) Sounds like She had you wrapped around Her pretty little finger.

e: Eventually  some of the boys started referring to me as “Darlene’s bitch”. That had a nice ring to it.

G: Nice! Thanks for sharing My little bitch.

e: Thank You Goddess!

This conversation was transcribed from a video recording of our session.

She moves in Beauty

As You/you may know from my previous posts since that summer weekend at the chalet with Mistresses Felicity and Lisa  i have become the full time at home submissive to Goddess. my  normal routine has, naturally, changed significantly.

One of the changes requires that I venture into the city one or two days per week to perform some new duties (more on that  coming soon).

So on each appointed morning i walk to the station to catch the 8 o’clock train into the city. i could drive but the use of the cars is the prerogative  of Goddess and She keeps those for Her own requirements.

i was sitting on the train one day when something amazing came into view. Entering the car  was one of the most strikingly beautiful young Women i have ever laid eyes upon. Such elegance and beauty have i rarely seen. Even amongst all the beautiful Women of the world She was one of the most breathtaking . About 5’8”,  with cascading blonde hair, striking cheekbones, full luscious lips, a sweet button nose, a brilliant smile and a classically beautiful figure.

She moved with a complete grace beyond Her years (early to mid 20’s i would guess) yet retained an aloof arrogance which only multiplied Her allure. An arrogance which only extreme beauty allows.

Each morning i see Her it’s the same routine. She enters the train car, moves gracefully down the aisle and takes the same window seat mid-car. i fully admit that i now always find a seat from which i can observe her entrance yet maintain a respectful distance.

A remarkable thing is the way She seems to almost float in air, oblivious to all around Her. She has all the appearance of a young professional Women on the fast track yet retains an adorable girlishness about Her that only adds to Her seductiveness.

Yet She does nothing to encourage the attention Her absolute beauty commands. It’s as if She is only too aware of what power it gives Her but She does nothing to exercise that power or even call attention to Herself.

She really doesn’t have to...


Being so distracted by Her beauty on that first day i saw Her i didn’t notice something at first. Each morning as She enters the train i watch as men’s heads turn towards Her as She passes. She is that irresistible.

i’ve seen men turn to watch Her from behind as She passes by. One morning i saw a male board the rain and literally become transfixed. This male tripped over the seat he tried to enter as he wasn’t able to pay attention to where he as going in Her presence.

It’s an amazing spectacle to behold.

Yet despite all this She seems completely unaware of all the commotion She causes among the male passengers.

She keeps to Herself and rarely turns Her head away from Her iPhone or the window to acknowledge any of these males.

They seem unworthy of Her attention.

Spring is the season for...shaming Women?

Ah spring, the season of warm sunshine, gentle breezes and shaming women. It seems this week there has been a near explosion of articles about schools cracking down on Girls due to Their choice of spring attire. It seems that some school admins fear that the sight of a naked feminine leg or shoulder will drive the boys to unspeakable levels of distraction.

The most disturbing thing about this nonsense is the degree to which these schools are going to shame these young Women and subject them to increasingly humiliating disciplinary acts.

The great news is that today's Girls aren't taking this nonsense without a fight. They are refusing to be made to feel ashamed of their bodies nor are they interested in dealing with the boy's 'problems'.

To quote from one such article ;

"When I started explaining why I didn’t understand that rule, they didn’t really want to hear anything I had to say, and it was in front of my entire class. I felt very attacked ... and I wanted to tell them how I felt," Stocker said, adding that many of the rules in the dress code appear to specifically target girls.
"They should approach it in a way that doesn’t target girls at least — for starters — because that’s the first problem. They don’t really care what guys wear. They just kind of target the girls first."
Stocker left the classroom and printed off about 20 posters inspired by an image on Tumblr that read: “Don’t humiliate her because she is wearing shorts. It’s hot outside. Instead of shaming girls for their bodies, teach boys that girls are not sexual objects” and posted them around the school.

Truth be told this time of year is enormously distracting for males. The sight of Feminine beauty everywhere is mesmerizing to be sure. Women's beauty does drive males to distraction and we wouldn't have it any other way. The Girl's are right though, this is a male problem not something They should have to worry about and certainly not something Women should be punished for.
Of course another truth is that these same Girls are kicking the boys asses in schools anyway. I think boy's today are more aware than ever of Women's power expressed through Their intelligence and skill. It is also felt by males in a most elemental form through the acknowledged power of Feminine beauty. boys today seem to have lots of distractions for their small minds ( video games, sports etc). At least in being distracted by the mysterious beauty of the Feminine they are feeling something real and wonderful.

To quote the American Psychological Association -

"Girls Make Higher Grades than Boys in All School Subjects, Analysis Finds"

 

 

 

Also as Goddess made a point of saying to me -

"What difference does it make whether these Women dress a certain way just stay cool or to be cool or even if they do dress to tease. That's Their choice and Their right to express themselves as Women, to hell with what boys think about it"

school dress code?

 

F**K the System

Posting just cause i like the sentiment and the attitude. A short and simple message. Have a good weekend Everyone/everyone- ej

"Wives Are Now More Educated than Husbands In the U.S."

 Saw this on Time the other day. Not surprising is it? -ej 

 

 

From Pew research

"For the first time in 50 years, the educational balance among married couples has tipped towards women. Wives are more likely to be the better educated partner than the other way around. The trend is particularly sharp among newlyweds; in 2012 almost 40% of college educated women were married to a guy without a degree.
This is a big reversal from the 30 year trend between 1960 and 1990, when it was the men who were marrying down, educationally speaking. The difference is not yet huge; Pew researchers, using data from the American Community Survey and the Decennial Census, found that in 2012, 21% of wives had advanced further academically than their spouses, while 20% of husbands were the more educated ones. But it appears to be growing; counting just newlyweds (those married in the 12 months before the survey), more than a quarter of the women had chosen a partner with less education, while 15% of men did the same.
The trend is not necessarily due to the fact that women are smarter than men. More women than men have been graduating from college at all levels—bachelors, masters and doctoral—for several years, so it was simply a matter of time until the marriage pool reflected that.

While most  married couples still have similar education levels, that percentage too is dropping. In 1960, 80% of couples were equally educated. Five decades later that figure has fallen to 60%. This is despite the increasing tendency of college graduates to marry each other.
“Adults with high school or less education are much less likely to marry,” writes Pew researcher Wendy Wang, who authored the new report. “The marriage rate among this group plummeted—from 72% in 1960 to 46% in 2012.”  Three quarters of American wives in 1960 were married to guys who, like them, had a high school education or less. Sometime during the 80s, the share of married folks who both didn’t go to college slipped below 50%. And so it has continued, so that in 2012, almost as many marriages are made up of two spouses with college degrees (22.4%) as two spouses who only went to high school (24.2%).  About 12% of marriages are made up of couples with some college education.

Many experts have weighed in on why why marriage has fallen out of favor among the less educated. One of the reasons seems to be that marriage, which used to be like the draft—more or less mandatory—is now more like voting: people aren’t quite sure what’s in it for them. With advances in birth control and women’s earning power, the need for a permanent legal union seems less obvious.
The high divorce rate in the 80s may also have rattled some who grew up in that era. Other researchers, notably Andy Cherlin, have suggested that because marriage is still popular among the better educated—and weddings are more lavish than ever—it has taken on the qualities of a status symbol or a merit badge that you earn as you get your life/career/finances in order.
It’s a trend that worries some sociologists, who note that the bearing of children has not slowed at the same pace as weddings have. More than 40% of all children are now born to single mothers.  Married people are much less likely to live in poverty than unmarried people, and the children of families with two parents tend to fare better across a series of measures than those of single parent families.

What has not yet been conclusively proved is which is the the predicating factor, the lack of money or the lack of a wedding ring. It may be that people with less money are less likely to get married. And government programs that encourage marriage have not yet yielded overwhelming improvements in the poverty statistics.
Sociologists have also suggested that the tendency of college graduates to marry one another has exacerbated income inequality, as two high earners, male and female, form a home, rather than two high earners, both male, providing for two households. If women start to marry less educated and lower earning males in bigger numbers, it’s possible that may be partially reversed. This however, would require a serious rethinking of expectations on the part of both genders."

All I Want for Christmas

On Christmas Eve Goddess approached me in the kitchen as I finished the dishes and tided up from our special holiday meal. Sliding Her hands around my sides She placed Her lips to my ears and whispered “hurry up and finish then join me in the living room, I have something special for you”

My mind raced with anticipation, “Oh?” was all I could muster with an obvious smile.

As Goddess walked away She left some additional instructions, “oh and one more thing, I want you to be kneeling at the foot of My chair when I enter.....and get naked”

She shot me a wicked grin as She finished those words. my cock leaping in my pants as I hurried to finish.

I proceeded to the living room. Goddess had already lit the Christmas tree and the light from several romantic candles flickered as I entered. She was nowhere to be seen so I quickly removed my shirt, pants, underwear, socks....everything and placed them carefully out of site in the distant corner. I was already sporting a moderately sized erection as my imagination took flight. I approached Goddesses chaise and descended carefully to my knees., placing my hands palms-up on my thighs.

She kept me waiting, as was Her right, for some time. The cool air and my pulsing manhood making me acutely aware of my nudity.

I waited patiently with my head bowed, watching my manhood gently pulse , feeling my chest rise and fall. I always found Christmas an exciting time and with Goddess it was more so now than ever.

I literally felt Her energy as She appeared in the doorway. Instinctively I looked up. The sight took my breath away. She wore a sly smile and a short sexy babydoll, leaning seductively against the door-frame. My eyes traced the outline of Her curves in the low light. My heart raced.

She lingered there for a moment, allowing me to take in all of Her beauty with my eyes. i lusted madly for Her at that moment and believe me She absolutely knew it.

She began a slow strut towards my position taking Her time, letting the tension reach a fever pitch. As She reached my side She turned around and taking note of my throbbing erection simply smiled and said “down boy” in mock seriousness .

As She took Her place upon the chair i noticed for the first time She was carrying a box wrapped in scarlet red paper with a gold and red bow.

Goddess crossed Her legs gracefully, placing Her petite foot right in my line of sight. That’s when i noticed a second thing. Resting upon Her lovely ankle was a thin gold anklet that shimmered in the flickering light. Its flashing irresistible to my gaze.

I almost exploded in excitement. Had i been such a good boy this year to deserve all of this?

“Ethan I just want you to know how proud of you I am this year. you made a huge change in your life for me  and worked really hard to follow my ways. i know that hasn’t always been easy. I expect things to be done my way and I’m very strict about it. I’ve seen you struggle to follow me, to give all of yourself to me. I’ve seen you strip yourself naked for me not just physically but mentally and emotionally. You’ve exposed your deepest secrets not only to me but to my closest girlfriends. I know that i demand and take so much from you and I’ve seen you try, struggle even , to submit completely to me. You’ve taken my anger and frustration, surrendered to my discipline or punishment no matter how humiliating.”

“I know you’re completely mine and I adore and love you for it”

All i could do was smile, Her words thrilled me so much. Without saying another word She leaned forward, placing Her soft hand at the back of my head and gently directed me to Her dangling foot.

i didn’t need any encouragement, bowing to Her I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon Her foot, then another and another. i became lost in subspace as I gently sucked and licked each toe. Lost in submission, gratitude and joy I  released a low moan and soon Goddess did as well. Time lost all meaning, my lust fueled by surrender and desire i could feel the hard throbbing of my cock with each heavy heartbeat, could feel the warm wetness pushing out at the tip, slightly tingling as it oozed and stretched to the floor.  She pushed Her toes deep in my mouth, then withdrew making me chase Her in a playfully maddening game that showed who held all the power here.

Sweating profusely, pre-cum flowing, i was losing my mind when suddenly She snapped Her fingers and I slowly began to see again. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so i could look Her in the eyes.

“That’s enough fun for now ethan, I want to give you your present so get yourself together. It’d be a shame to break the romance by you having to clean yourself off the carpet and furniture”

“Down boy” She again giggled

With that She released Her grip and picked up the carefully wrapped box  and handed it to me.

“Thank You Mistress, so very much”

She motioned with Her eyes that I should open it.

Pulling on the bow the ribbon and wrapping paper came loose. i carefully and reverently pushed away the paper and lifted the lid.

I pushed aside the top layer of paper inside and angled the box towards the light so i could get a better look.

Inside was a pair of black Women’s stiletto healed pumps. I pulled one from the box and held it up for closer inspection. The heal measured about 5” and the straps were the criss-cross type with a small buckle at the ankle position.

Yet i didn’t really understand. Goddess noticed the quizzical expression on my face...

“Seeing that you spend so much time cleaning, polishing and licking all of my shoes and boots i thought it would be nice if you had a pair of your very own”

i wondered if i was supposed to wear them? It seemed odd as Goddess was not really into the whole feminizing males thing. She always said that She wanted Her men to be ‘manly’. Obedient, submissive yes but also very masculine.

Besides these shoes looked way too small to fit me.

Goddess giggled at my confusion.

“Silly boy, they’re for you to practice on, a toy for my pet”

I smiled as i finally understood.

“I figure you can’t always be around my shoes so you can enjoy yourself on these. They’ll keep that tongue of yours nice and strong. You know how much I enjoy your strong tongue. A mans most useful organ I think.”

“Besides I know just how much you get off on the whole boot-licking thing”

So true!

“Thank You so much Goddess I’ll really enjoy these. Practice makes perfect!”

“Well why don’t you give them a try”

Goddess took one of the shoes and dropped it on the floor in front of me. The other She kept in Her hand.

“Begin”

i began by bowing low with my hands clasped behind my back, a proper bow showing just how much i respected both Goddess and Her gift.

Leaning in I took one of the straps in my mouth and pulled the shoe upright. i then proceeded to extend my tongue as far as i could an began licking slowly and carefully around the edge of the heal from the tip, up along the edge of the base to the back and down the long stiletto heal. Swirling around to the other side i repeated the whole process on the other side.

Goddess was so right i did enjoy this. I made sure to savor every inch of the shoe and put on a good show of appreciation for Goddess.

I soon felt a tap from Her foot on the back of my head.

“Up”

I rose onto my knees. By now i sported a rampant dripping erection and i have to say i wore it proudly.

“I see you really enjoy your present”

i just grinned widely and knelt there fully at attention.

“Boy’s are so weird” She cooed with mock disgust.

She then held up the other shoe with the bottom facing me and crooked Her finger beckoning me towards Her.

I shuffled into position at Her side.

“Tongue”

i extended it fully. Goddess then placed the bottom of the shoe against my tongue and raked the shoe across it from front to back. At first She was gentle but soon She pushed the shoe hard against me and ramped up the speed to the point where my tongue became raw and my jaw ached. She kept going to the point where She was certain that even i found it degrading

Satisfied She brought the stiletto heal to my lips

“Suck”

i parted my lips and took the length of the heal into my mouth and sucked hard as i pulled down the heals length with my mouth. I repeated this motion again and again swirling my tongue around the heal for good measure.

Closing my eyes i became lost in the process.

Finally Goddess pulled the shoe away and petted me gently on the head, smiling sweetly She reached down wrapping my hard swollen shaft with Her soft warm hand causing me to gasp with pleasure.

She kept a tight grip on my ‘handle’ as She pulled me to my feet with Her. Turning without releasing me She marched me behind Her down the corridor towards the bedroom.

Without stopping She turned Her head back to look at me,

“Now it’s time for My present and I’m gonna to play with it long and hard for the rest of the night”

It really was a wonderful Christmas!

The Defiance of Pussy Riot

Putin can jail Them and humiliate Them but he cannot break Them. These are some very strong Women- EJ

"MOSCOW, Dec 27 (Reuters) - One of two freed members of punk protest band Pussy Riot, Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, said on Friday their release was aimed solely at improving Russia's image before it hosts the Winter Olympic Games and was not a humanitarian gesture.

Tolokonnikova, 24, and Maria Alyokhina, 25, walked free under a Kremlin amnesty on Monday after serving more than 21 months of a two-year prison term for performing a profanity-laced "punk prayer" protest against President Vladimir Putin in Moscow's main Russian Orthodox cathedral.

Tolokonnikova said the Winter Olympics, due to be held in February in Russia's Black Sea resort of Sochi, were Putin's pet project and that anybody attending them would be supporting him.

"With the Olympics approaching, Vladimir Vladimirovich (Putin) does not want his favorite project ruined," Tolokonnikova said.

Last week, Putin also pardoned former oil tycoon Mikhail Khodorkovsky, viewed by Kremlin foes as a political prisoner, after he spent more than 10 years in jail.

"The thaw has nothing to do with humanism. The authorities only did this under pressure from both Russian and Western society," Tolokonnikova told a news conference with Alyokhina at her side, adding she feared "there could be more repression after the Olympics".

"Whether one likes it or not, going to the Olympics in Russia is an acceptance of the internal political situation in Russia, an acceptance of the course taken by a person who is interested in the Olympics above all else - Vladimir Putin," Tolokonnikova said.

Alyokhina said the Russian Orthodox Church, whose leader has cast their February 2012 protest in Christ the Saviour Cathedral as part of a concerted attack on Russia's main faith, had played a role in the jailing of three band members. The third jailed woman was released last year.

Both amnestied women said they would remain in Russia and would shift their focus to efforts to improve prison conditions in Russia."

Some thoughts on Strippers Female vs male Part 1

Goddess and i both feel there are dramatic differences between Female erotic dance performances and those of male dancers. These differences can be seen both in terms of the audiences and the performers themselves.

Mention the word 'stripper' and traditionally the image that comes to mind is that of the curvaceous Female gyrating on stage , displaying Herself to a room full of males. Some see this as a degrading act, a form of patriarchal repression of Women. Goddess however turned me on to another point of view and one i have come to realize is oh so true. Goddess subscribes to the views of Camille Paglia on this topic. Here are some relevant quotes from the Guardian article on the feminist writer on this very topic.;

"Look! The men don't know what to do! The money they're stuffing into the dancers' garters is a ritual offering, and the women are wearing their booty around their thighs. They're displaying dollars as trophies, just as the great women in history -- the great queens and courtesans -- have worn diamonds and emeralds. "

"The dancers are flirtatious but removed. Even when they approach the men, even when they're dancing at the men's tables, there is something removed or detached about them. The men know it. The men value it. The men all know they can never fully penetrate the dancers and their lives. This is a point I made in Sexual Personae: Feminists are wrong to think that when women expose their breasts -- or even their genitals in a beaver shot -- they are totally exposed. No woman is ever totally exposed; you can never fully penetrate her womb, the heart of her sexual nature. Every woman we're seeing tonight is still mysterious. No man ever thinks, even when he is putting money in her garter belt, that he has her secret. "

i find these lines quite compelling. i have been to strip clubs three times in my life and all three experiences mirror this. Usually the men are drinking and chatting with each other until the dancer enters the stage. Then they become transfixed, the attention of virtually every male in the room is focused on Her as if the other males no longer exist. Her erotically charged motions, the anticipation of each progressive exposure of more of Her beautiful body. She is irresistible to the males attention. i have felt this myself and it's astonishing to realize someone could have such power over you. A quick glance around the room reveals the attention of every male is completely centered on Her. She has that power over men. 

The males close to the stage lean in for a closer look, perhaps offering cash as an enticement for Her attention which She gives each in turn. She accepts his offering, leaning in close, placing Her body a breath away from him. As a male i know the feelings i have at this point. It's one of irresistible fascination, hypnotic fixation and excitement mixed with shame and powerlessness. i'm always hard at that point as i'm sure all the males are.

She takes his offering with a brief sly smile and moves on to the next. The male is left frustrated, helpless and thrilled all at once. 

i don't know how this is an expression of male power over Women. The Women here have all the attention, all the Power. She possesses everything these men desire and fantasize about. Yet She remains elusive and untouchable, a teasing Goddess they are unworthy of.

This experience leaves males as mystified about a Women's powers as ever, maybe more so. In exposing Herself She shows them everything yet reveals nothing. Even placing the entrance to Her temple of Womanhood right to their faces is no more than an elusive glimpse, a hint of Her secrets. For that is all it is, an entrance. Her sexuality remains hidden, as maddeningly mysterious as ever.

Watching a erotic dancer for a male is a lonely, solitary experience. It is almost like entering an altered state of consciousness, just him and the distant all consuming beauty of Her. All else, for a few moments, ceases to exist. The male alone with his lust and desires, his shame. Her sweet yet aloof and distant expression telling him silently all this is Mine, not yours. That which you want so badly you will not have but I'll show you paradise anyway, just to tease you, to make you feel how powerless you are.

i'll end on a few more quotes from the article;
 

"Look at those two young men! They don't know what the fuck to do. The girl is dancing right at their table. She's flirting with one of them, touching him, flaunting her rear end in his face. The men are desperately looking at each other for support. They're embarrassed. She is in total control. They're paying her a tribute. They're offering her money for her momentary attention. They are as abashed as they would be with their mothers. "

"Men are run ragged by female sexuality all their lives. From the beginning of his life to the end, no man ever fully commands any woman. It's an illusion. Men are pussy-whipped. And they know it. "

So very true.

-In part two i'll discuss Goddesses and my own thoughts on male erotic dancers and the fundamental differences in the experience compared with Females.

How the World has Changed

Hungry to exploit some guys

Goddess and i were in the city on Saturday night. Walking downtown i couldn't help but notice a long line of mostly young Women on the sidewalk across the busy street. The line drew my attention from far away both for its size, stretching down to the corner and around the block, and the the distinctly Feminine nature of the voices and sounds emanating from it.

What, i wondered, would bring out such a huge gathering of Women on a damp, drizzly Saturday evening like this?

i didn't say anything to Goddess but She nevertheless noticed my intrigue with this sight.

"Oh that's the club with male strippers, its famous and been there for years"

"you've never heard of it?"

i had to admit i had not.

The modern confident Goddess

That's when i recalled the scene at the airport i wrote about back in the beginning days of this blog.

The Female medical students planning to see male strippers on their trip.

So that's where They were planning to go.

i was amazed at this sight. Of all these Women going out just to watch males remove their clothing, exposing themselves for Them. How times have changed! i guess it has a lot to do with the financial success of Women these days. With money comes power and the freedom to express Themselves sexually at the expense of males. It's the popularity and simple normality of such overt male objectification that caught me off guard.

i was both impressed and overjoyed at this sight.

Goddess thought it was perfectly normal. Naturally!

Objectified

"Why don't We/we cross the street?". A command more than a question.

She clearly wanted me to walk among these Women, to get a good look at their excitement.

We/we made our way across and slowly walked towards the line, moving nonchalantly past the long line of Women as They waited. Their giggles, laughter and rapid fire conversation a cacophony of Femininity.

i couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the faces of some of these Women. They all had such en expression of glee, anticipation and of...hunger. 

i don't think that is too strong a word for that's the look they had. One of wanting to devour male flesh, to revel in the position of power they could have over these men. The very idea of having these males in such a sexually subservient position to Them seemed to cause a collective thrill in the entire group.

She's got cash and knows how to flaunt it

i admit it made me more than a little hard as well.

Goddess squeezed my hand tightly, pulling me past the line when i wanted to linger just a little too long.

"ethan, I'm surprised you never thought of becoming a male stripper, you seem to the type of guy who'd enjoy it?

"Oh Goddess, fantasized about it, sure, but i don't think i'd have the nerve"

Today's Wonder Woman takes what She wants

"Really? I'd love to see you try. It's something I'll keep in mind"

With that She pulled my arm, turning me around to face the long line of Women, now behind us down the street"

Coming close She whispered in my ear, "I'd really love to see you strip for a bunch of horny Women" as She placed Her hand on the front of my pants, firmly tracing my obvious hardness with Her fingertips.

 Could She really make that happen? Who/who knows but Her ability to tap my deepest submissive desires hasn't shown many limitations yet.

Cabin boy Part 3

"ethan go to the bedroom and retrieve my black bag" was all She said.

Rising slowly i began to turn towards the bedroom to find it.

"ethan. Stop"

Freezing in place i looked towards Goddess imploring comprehension.

"Did I give you permission to stand?"

"no Goddess"

She simply pointed to the floor and i descended to my previous position on my knees before Her.

 "Now that We all know what you are, there aren't any secrets between Us/us. No slave of Mine should ever stand in the presence of any Women without My explicit permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes Goddess of course"

"On hands and knees" She instructed.

I leaned forward placing my hands, palms down on the rug, head bowed out of simple respect and obedience.

"Good boy. Now go"

Another humiliation delivered i proceeded on hands and knees crawling past Felicity's bare feet, catching a glance as the Girls giggled at the spectacle.

Crawling on all floors i reached the bedroom to seek out the black bag where i had deposited it earlier, on the bed.

Then i dawned on me.

To crawl back to the Women on hands and knees with the bag there is only one way to carry it. With my teeth, like an animal. She had thought of that one too. Resigned I grabbed the handle of the bag and placed it between my teeth. Resuming my position i crawled back towards the grand hall. As i moved from cool bare wood to the warmth of the rug i heard it.

"you can stop there boy, put the bag on the floor" i did as instructed, stopping before the enormous stone fireplace. Lowering my head i lay the bag down as ordered. Goddess rose from Her chair and strutted towards my position. The tension rising within me i bowed my head to the floor and awaited Her arrival. Upon reaching me She proffered a petite bare foot which i immediately kissed, keeping my head bowed.

She who must be obeyed

"You can open the bag now"

Not having packed this bag i had no idea what was in it. i nervously unzipped it, being sure to keep myself as low to rug as possible.

"Well pull It out, We don't want to wait all night"

Placing my hand carefully within the sac i began to feel its contents. That's when my heart skipped a beat.

'No, it couldn't be'.

 With my fingers i could feel the multiple braided leather strands, the rough knots, the coolness. It could only be one thing and understanding this i felt a mild rush of panic...of fear.

"Give it to me "

"NOW!"

So commanded it lifted it from the bag. 'It' being 'Cat' as Goddess affectionately called Her, and yes She was always referred to as Her.

Cat was a cat-o-nine tails whip i had given Goddess as a gift many years ago early in our relationship. It was given by me in a wave of submissive enthusiasm when everything was new between us.

Before i understood just what a powerful gift Cat was.

'She' had a solid, leather wrapped handle from which flowed nine braided leather strands about five feet in length. Every four inches along each strap there was a rough, flesh eating knot.

'She' was not an implement of kindness. She was weapon.

A weapon of punishment, discipline, pain and suffering.

'She' was a manifestation of dominance and power. An enduring symbol of authority in Our/our relationship.

Cat. Most definitely Feminine 

'She' was most definitely Feminine.

'She' had a singular purpose. To break a male. To enforce the will of Goddess upon me and to extinguish any hints of male arrogance or resistance.

The first time Goddess used Cat on me i regretted its purchase. Cat drew blood from me and a sadistic cruel streak from Goddess that seemed fueled by Cat, or at least by Cat's impact on me.

Goddess is not typically cruel so Cat has only made an appearance in our relationship on rare or very special occasions. Goddess understands full well how much i have grown to fear Cat, to fear Her when She wielded it. She became like a whole other person, reaching a level of enthusiasm for Dominance beyond even Her normal level of pleasure derived from it.

Cat scares me, 'She' is never far from my thoughts. She is omnipresent even when She is hidden. Just the threat of Her appearance keeps me on my best behavior.

Cat is Our/our secret.

At least 'She' was.

"Don't keep me waiting Ethan, You know I don't  like to wait"

With that I carefully lifted Cat, laying 'Her' across my hands and, bowing my head to Goddess, i offered the evil weapon to Her.

"Good, now stand against the fireplace with your back to me"

I rose to my feet in rapid compliance. Any lapse here could result in Cat's even more enthusiastic application.

Turning away from the Women i no longer could see the scene play out, just hear the deafening silence, dreading what was to come. Goddess approached me.

"Lift your arms, grab onto the mantle and brace yourself"

Roughly grabbing a fist full of my hair She pulled me towards Her whispering "I'm only going to whip you five times, if you don't take it like a man I'll just keep going until I'm satisfied. Give the Girls a nice show won't you?

"Yes Goddess, thank You Goddess" was all i could say.

Releasing my hair She proceeded to kick my legs apart so my ball sac swung free for all to see.

At that point i was completely exposed, vulnerable, just waiting for the first lightning bolt to strike.

The anticipation was maddening. i could hear Cat's tails being slowing pulled across the floor, the murmurs of the Girls behind me, imperceptible as my mind and heart raced.

Then just an instant of a swoosh in the air  and crack! The hard blow to my upper back shoving me forward, i clutched the mantle hard as the burning fires reached my brain and i released a loud gasp.

i nearly managed to inhale before the second blow landed, overlaying the first. The second was even worse. Pain mounted upon pain, fire upon fire. I felt ablaze.

I screamed instinctively without hesitation, fighting to hold some composure as water welled up in my eyes.

I gasped loudly.

Then...nothing.

I could hear Goddesses soft footsteps approach me. Cool beads of sweat dripped from my forehead and torso. I devoured air as if that would quench the pain.

I soon felt Goddesses soft hand caressing my inflamed wounds. More pain, a steady river. i moaned loudly as i descended inextricably into subspace.



Then i felt it. The first stirrings of arousal. my cock twitching just a little at first, each pulse reinforcing the last, losing control it knew what i craved.

The waiting is the hardest part

my swelling cock rose steadily to attention, pulsing hard with lust and desire.

it betrayed my thoughts completely, my subconscious craving for submission and worship of Her.

There would be no dignity left for me to hold onto this night.

At that moment i knew abject degradation, absolute humiliation and complete surrender.


...and i loved it! my fully engorged manhood a silent throbbing testimony to my desire for surrender.

Slowly Goddess slid Her hand around my right side, i could feel Her come closer.

Then without warning her soft petite hand wrapped around my pulsing shaft, squeezing so tight i gasped.

"Well what have we here? I see all this really excites you ethan"

Without ceremony She pulled me hard to the side, silently demanding that i turn toward the audience, held firmly in Her grasp.

"See Girls, he loves it, loves the whip, all men do deep down. You just have to bring the truth to the surface and they'll beg you for it, adore you for it"

With that Goddess jerked Her hand past my pounding cock head and away from me. i gasped audibly from the sudden, almost violent pleasure, losing myself in it.

As i opened my eyes slowly, coming down just a little form the high, i could hear the Girl's giggles, feel Their eyes boring through me. My lust and shame fully on show for Them.

An intoxicating, degrading spectacle.

"OK breaks over boy, assume the position and lets finish you off...."