Sorry for the lack of posting

Being kept very busy lately ;-)

i am working on some new articles so stay tuned!

Queen's of the Code Age

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

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

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

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

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

This is the age of the SuperGirl after all

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

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

Women write better code, study suggests - BBC News

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

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

Thoughtful Comment on male Fetishes

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

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

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

LS

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

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

To quote that U2 song,

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

I am FEMEN - An Excerpt from the Documentary

males and Fetishes

“What is it about boys and fetishes?”

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

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

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

“Yes Goddess so true”

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

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

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

She said with a sweet smile.

i turned red and a little sweaty with embarrassment.

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

Her words dripped with condescension.

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

“no Goddess i couldn’t imagine”

“Damn right you couldn’t!”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

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

Goddess purred and my erection raged.

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

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

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

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

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

She asked rhetorically, pushing Her toes deeper into my mouth

“yes...yes Goddessss...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What madness!

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

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

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

boys may be weird but Mother Nature has Her ways.


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

Thoughts On Male Strippers and Social Change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a very social activity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Worlds of;

Women vs men

Rich vs not rich

Upper Class vs lower class

Ambition vs ‘getting by’

Educated vs under-educated

Brain Work vs brawn work

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So i propose another path;

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

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

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

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

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

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

They could only be his better.

Seriously men, think about this.

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

‘How can i compete with that?’

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

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

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

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

There is a world of possibilities.

males need to understand that it’s OK to;

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

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

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

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

“A man needs to be useful”

So be useful.

Gestures of Dominance

Goddesses new Business Partner

Early on a Saturday morning Goddess simply said “I need you to come into the office with me today and act as my PA(Personal Assistant), put on some clothes and be ready in 15 minutes”

Now this in itself wasn’t really a novel occurrence. From time to time Goddess demanded i fulfill the role of Her PA at Her office in the city. The protocol was well established. Among the small collection of clothing Goddess keeps for my use there is a modest collection of appropriate clothing for Her office environment.

Descending to the basement i quickly made my way to the small, distant closet where male clothing is kept. I quickly put on a blue Oxford shirt, some dress pants, socks, dressy shoes and a jacket.

A quick but careful examination in the mirror and I was ready to go.

Note that i didn’t mention putting on any underwear.

Goddesses attitude towards clothing on males is ‘the bare minimum and no more’. As She put it to me the first time, the visible clothing are appropriate for a business setting but underwear “don’t add any value” so are not needed.

What i can say about going commando is that i’m made acutely aware of my male package moving around down there, sliding against the soft fabric of the pants. i think it feels even more strange then being nude. i somehow feel even more naked than usual.

Racing back upstairs Goddess was ready to leave and waiting impatiently.

“Take my briefcase”

“I want to take the Merc, get the keys”

With that I scooped up the briefcase and grabbed the keys while scrambling to keep up as She headed for the door to the garage.

I bowed low as i opened the rear car door for Her then carefully but firmly closed it.

i deposited the briefcase in the cars boot and took the wheel.

i merged quickly onto the main highway and sliced through the light Saturday morning traffic. Goddess finds tardiness unacceptable, especially for a business meeting. i kept my eye on on the clock and foot on the gas.

Puling into the parking garage in good time i parked the car in Her reserved spot, exited the vehicle  and bowing low, opened Her door while offering my hand to aid Her exit. i retrieved Her briefcase from the boot and followed behind her towards the lift. We/we exited the lift and entered the electric atmosphere of Her company.

Even on a Saturday there are plenty of people hard at work. Or more correctly i should say plenty of Women hard at work. Countless beautiful Alpha-Women staring at computer terminals, talking on phones, deep in conversation were visible through the sleek glass facade of the reception area. Goddess stopped at the reception desk to briefly touch base with David, the receptionist on duty and one of only a handful of males at the company.

“Denise and Her lawyer Rebecca are waiting for you in the boardroom Ma’am”

“I trust you’ve taken good care of them?

“Yes Ma’am, i made two fresh espresso’s as They requested”

“Good”

Goddess then walked around the reception desk and headed for the conference room with myself in pursuit.

Pausing just before entering the room Goddess turned to me.

“Sit in the corner. I’ll signal if I need you for anything so stay alert. All you need to do is stay quiet and look pretty until then. Think you can manage that?”

“Yes Ma’am”

With that She opened the door and We/we entered. Pleasantries were exchanged between the three Women with Goddess briefly remarking “this is Ethan, my PA” as She waved me off.

Lynette, Goddesses legal council then entered and the Women proceeded to lay out a series of papers on the large conference table.

Goddess addressed the visitors,

“I’m really excited about this opportunity, I’ve been looking to make this sort of investment for a long time and I see huge opportunity for all of us in this business. I think you’ve done an amazing job developing the brand and the business”

Then the striking blond i assumed to be Denise spoke.

“I’m really happy to have you aboard, I’ve worked really hard to grow and develop the business and this capital injection will fuel not only the expansion of the current club but expansion into other markets and into new content like e-books and video production. The market opportunity is almost limitless”

Goddess smiled and said “I’m happy with 20% but You know I would always say yes to more”

“$25 million should get us going on the next phase but We can always revisit this in the future” replied Denise.

The Women proceeded to go over contracts line by line and discuss the minutia of business details.

Sitting silently in the corner i just marveled at these powerful businessWomen in Their natural environment.

Suddenly i noticed Goddess extending Her arm and pointing to the floor next to Her shoe. i knew this to mean “get over here now”.

I quickly moved to stand beside Her precisely where She pointed.

“Would anyone like anything from Starbucks?” She asked.

The Women all approved of this idea and gave me Their orders. Goddess reached into Her briefcase and pulled out Her phone.

“you can use the e-payment thing on my phone, do you know how it works?” She asked me in an almost condescending way.

“Yes Ma’am i do”

Of course i do. i do all the daily shopping for Her home and She doesn’t allow me to handle any cash so everything is done by some type of cashless system. That way She can track my purchases and be sure that i don’t spend any money She isn’t aware off.

Leaving the room with the phone i headed down the corridor towards the lift getting the occasional smile and “hi ethan” from the Women in the office.

Walking outside i was caught a bit by surprise by the cold. Having gone from the the garage to the car to the garage again i realized i only took my suit jacket.

Without even realizing it i soon found myself walking maybe 3-4 meters behind an alluring Female shape. Long raven hair spilling over a dark wool coat. My eyes traced Her shape down to Her firm legs covered in a sheer black stocking with a dark floral pattern on them on down to Her jet black knee high boots. The kind of Women’s boots i always think of as ‘Power Boots’. Sensual with a strong hint of dominance. So very popular among professional Women today. Just watching Her walk i’m entranced by Her hypnotic motion.

I almost didn’t see Her stop for the crosswalk. She began impatiently tapping Her foot waiting for the light. She struck me as a Woman who did not like waiting. Then suddenly She made an unexpected gesture that struck me as one of utter dominance. She kicked her leg sideways giving me a full view of the length of Her leg from the sexy boots past Her sheer stockings to the base of Her coat. Just the way She stood there was so amazing. Posing like a Dominatrix awaiting for Her slave to crawl to Her begging to lick at Her boot.

Some Women just exude power in everything They do. The way They dress, how They carry Themselves, the subtle but knowing gestures They make.

She was obviously such a Woman, She dressed to kill and even a casual observer would notice even if They/they couldn’t quite put a finger on what was just so alluring about Her. A more attuned observer would have little trouble reading the symbolism.

Too soon alas, the light changed and She was gone.

i proceeded to the Starbucks and was soon on my way back to the office.

Arriving back at the boardroom i peaked through the small window by the door to make sure i would not be disturbing the discussion at some critical juncture then quietly entered and silently distributed the order to each respective Woman. They barely seemed to register my presence, being fully engaged in reading through stacks of documents. i was back in my corner chair before Goddess declared it time for a break. The Women rose from their chairs and coffees in hand began to loosen up and engage in some informal conversation.

I noticed Denise looking in my direction. I smiled and She turned Her head and began talking to Goddess. I couldn’t hear anything They were saying but i saw Denise smile broadly and look me over again, then back to talking to Goddess.

A few moments passed then Goddess and Denise approached me.

“Stand ethan”

i did as i was told.

i was expecting to be engaged in some smalltalk but instead Denise simply started looking me over, running Her eyes down the length of my body and back up again without saying anything to me.

After an uncomfortable period of being examined Goddess simply told me to “Turn around”.

i guessed that They weren’t the least bit interested in talking to me and i stood for another seemingly long period with my back turned to Them. i had to assume the tour was continuing behind me.

Then Denise spoke, but not to me. “He looks promising but I’d need to see the whole package before I could decide”

“Turn around ethan”

So again i did.

Denise again looked me over intently and smiled warmly.

“Yes, very promising” was all She said and Goddess again told me to “sit” as the Two Women returned to the table to continue Their meeting.

After another hour or so the Women all signed some papers, shook hands, exchanged warm pleasantries and said good bye.

All four Women left the room leaving me alone and wondering what i had witnessed and why Goddess even wanted me in this meeting. i could have easily waited outside and been summoned when needed as had happened on several other occasions.

What was that strange examination about? Did Goddess tell Denise about the true nature of Our/our relationship? It was all a bit strange.

After about 15 minutes Goddess returned to the boardroom, locking the door behind Her.

Silently She sat in one of the chairs and turned towards me, pointing at the floor in front of Her. This i knew to mean ‘come and kneel’ at Her feet.

i assumed the position and She began to speak.

“ethan, do you remember that time We/we were walking downtown and We/we passed that long line of Women waiting outside a club”

“yes Goddess, You mean outside the male strip club?

“Yes that’s the one”

“You see Denise is the club’s owner. Her business is booming and She has big plans to expand and diversify. Really exciting plans! As you know I started this business with one of its express objectives being to support and invest in Female entrepreneurs like Denise.”

“That little detour of Our/ours wasn’t, I have to admit, an accident. I wanted to get a feel for just how popular Her club is”

“After that I contacted Her to discuss what Her plans were and the possibility of becoming an investor”
“I soon found out that Her revenue is growing by double digits each year and that She has big plans that some additional capital and management expertise could make a reality”

“The fact that Her business involves sexually objectifying men for Women’s entertainment makes this deal that much more irresistible to me”

Standing She grabbed my hair in Her hand and pulled roughly, meaning ‘get up’.

Pressing Her body tightly to mine She breathlessly whispered “I love when My business interests and My personal interests align. That’s what I call synergy” She literally purred as She pressed the open palm of Her hand against the front of my pants.

My cock swelled to meet Her. She ran Her hand along my length making me ever larger, straining to be free. She firmly worked Her fingers around my covered shaft and stroked my balls as i gasped in pleasure.

She held me there feeling my swelling length as She pressed Her lips to mine, parting them with Her probing tongue and invading my mouth.

I could feel my cock contract and a sticky wet slug of pre-cum squeeze out of me, wetting the front of my unprotected pants, a damp circle growing larger each time She pumped me. Lost in Her at that moment i didn’t care. i could sense how turned on She was by all this, the power that comes with wealth, the power over me and now the power over the males in Her newest enterprise. She has always been a Women aroused by Her dominance and today She was feeling very powerful indeed.

Then She whispered in my ear.

“You remember that little fantasy We/we had about you being a stripper?”

Suddenly a realization dawned on me.

“Well you have an audition with Denise next week”

She said as She bit and pulled on my earlobe, my cock twitched in response.

Should i be nervous or excited? i suspected a lot of both.

With that she shot me an evil smile and pulled away.

“It’s time to go”

i tried to protest that i needed a moment, pointing to the still throbbing excitement in my pants and the highly visible wetness.

“Oh baby just cover yourself with the briefcase, it’s not like the Women in this office don’t all know your my bitch anyway”

She replied almost laughing at my very male predicament.


"Just wait 'till put you up on that stage and let the cougars devour you like raw meat!"
She smiled even more and bit Her lower lip in hungry anticipation.

Playboy Capitulates

The Final Nude Playboy

Well no sooner had i posted my article about the stylistic and content shift at Maxim magazine (see the earlier post) than the originator of the whole lads mag culture, Playboy, announced they would change as well.


After 62 years Playboy will no longer feature images of nude Women.  If the shift at Maxim had not been enough evidence to support my thesis then surely Playboy making this move allows me to rest my case.

Sure Playboy management provided some lame excuses to explain the epic move attributing it mainly to the proliferation of hardcore porn on the web. In other words the prototypical hyper-masturbating  young man can get his fix elsewhere. While there is no doubt an element of truth to this it is also even more the case that a magazine like Playboy seems rather archaic to today's generation of male. A magazine geared towards an immature 'lad' culture seems like something from another era and feels irrelevant to modern men.

These males are used to interacting with Women who are not only beautiful but smart, ambitious, competitive and demanding of respect.  Reading a Playmate interview where the poor Girl has to answer a series of inane questions not only insults the intelligence of these beautiful Women but of the male readers as well. It doesn't ring true from men's own experiences.
Now don't get me wrong, males will forever continue to be fascinated by the Female form. Feminine beauty will always capture our gaze and imagination.

It was never really the nudity in Playboy that was the core problem it was the magazines attitude that was insulting. It was the attempt to dumb Women down that did such a disservice to both Women and males. Treating Women as purely sexual objects for male entertainment distorted males ideas about Women and stunted males ability to have mature adult relationships.

Today with the rise of Women the Playboy attitude not only is an anachronism but largely incomprehensible to young males surrounded by Female success.

So Dear Playboy, if you want to speak to today's male (or Female for that matter) then give Them/them something intelligent to read not just something beautiful to stare at.

And We/we are back....

Sorry for the long gap between posts. As You/you may understand Goddess has kept me very busy these past few months with Her many projects and required duties. After all i don't have any free time, all of 'my time' belongs to Goddess and how that time is spent is dictated by Her.

After an extremely busy Fall season Goddess has granted me some time to re-start the blog. She quite enjoys it but says Her other projects have had to take priority recently.

With the end of year holiday season upon Us/us there is now some time to regroup, recharge and get back to sharing some thoughts and experiences with You/you once again, our wonderfully patient and loyal readers.

How Times Change:The Evolution of Maxim Magazine

The New Maxim

The Old Maxim

If We/we needed more evidence of the emerging Female led society lets look no further than to some of the recent changes occurring at Maxim magazine, that icon of the male gaze and frat boy lifestyle.

Maxim was founded in the 90’s during a period i feel was the last hurrah of uninhibited male sexuality. Maxim emerged (along with FHM) as a sort of ‘Playboy Lite”. Light on female nudity (though not leaving much to the imagination) and light on serious journalism. By eschewing full nudity but keeping it very sexy Maxim managed to both achieve easier distribution then Playboy or Penthouse while at the same time convincing many Female celebrities to grace its pages who wouldn’t be interested in posing nude.

Maxim was widely read by males during the 90’s and early 00’s and  achieved great success. This was also an era when male oriented porn exploded onto the scene thanks to the internet and Female porn stars such as Jenna Jameson became mainstream celebrities. These porn stars were uninhibited and unashamed with regards to Their raw sexuality, actually something positive about this era. Porn was suddenly everywhere and watched by everyone, well every male anyway. Women would usually be exposed to it out of curiosity  and / or through Their boyfriends who wanted their Girlfriends to be ‘into it’ and replicate the onscreen performance in the bedroom. Most Women I knew at the time found this material ridiculous and were frustrated by men’s fascination with it. This was an era when i witnessed many males discussing porn scenes in mixed company. Something Women really didn’t appreciate.

This was also the era of Baywatch. i doubt there is a male around today who saw that show who doesn’t recall watching the scenes of the beautiful Pamela Anderson and Yasmine Bleeth running on the beach in the red, tight swimsuits. So many males watched these hypnotic scenes that it became a running joke (recall Joey and Chandler on ‘Friends’). Can any male actually describe the plot of a single Baywatch episode. Not really.

So while men at the time probably viewed this era as a golden age of uninhibited male sexuality i feel all the signs of the coming Feminine age were emerging. Many males were just too busy pleasuring themselves to notice.

In mainstream media this was the era when the Strong Female leading character began to emerge.  Xena Warrior Princess and even more so Buffy the Vampire Slayer. These shows portrayed Women who were strong, or who learned to be strong to triumph over great danger and, often, male aggression. These shows portrayed Women as leaders with great strength, confidence and intelligence. i think that’s why so many Women gravitated towards these programs. They saw characters Who were more like They perceived Themselves to be or at least aspired to be. Many males also took notice of these shows and appreciated the message. i for one had great doubts about the pervasive ‘cock’ culture of the time. It was obvious to me how smart and ambitious the Women around me were. i don’t think i was the only male to be in awe of them.

Gradually i began to notice a pattern among my Female friends at the time. Take my friend Lynn as an example. She was a double major, president of a theater club and worked part time as well to pay Her way through University. She was always insanely busy yet made the deans list year after year. i was completely awestruck by Her. She was in a relationship through most of University with a shallow, lazy, selfish guy who never put Her before himself. It was always so depressing for me to see and hear how he neglected this stunning Goddess. What many people thought was a stable relationship ended suddenly after four years. Lynn had enough and with graduation approaching She decided that this guy was just dead weight who would contribute nothing to furthering Her ambitions.

I saw the same pattern play out again and again. Tara was a stunning, super intelligent blonde. For nearly two years She dated a guy who didn’t listen to Her, always resisted Her demands and even cheated on Her. A typical ‘Maxim man’ You / you could say. This relationship also ended suddenly when She dumped his ass. Tara went on to have a super successful career leaving him eating Her dust.

I saw this pattern repeated again and again. males who had bought into this whole selfish culture of porn, sports and video games were flailing when i came to sustaining real relationships with Women. The onscreen starlets they were so fascinated with may have acted like the cock hungry ‘dumb blonde’ but the real Women they interacted with everyday were full of intelligence and driving ambition and were increasingly unwilling to tolerate with the horny, lazy males this culture produced.

This was a culture in which most guys were content to just scrape buy and who gave little thought to the future. males whose free time was taken up by watching porn or sports while the Girls studied, worked and planned Their futures. It’s remarkable to see today just how much more successful my Female classmates from that era have been compared with the men. It was an era of clashing sexual cultures and though at the time it looked like the males were running the board any careful observer saw all the signs of Female triumph that lay ahead. In the end the Girls won and that’s a good thing. They deserved to win.

Not every couple at the time clashed this way of course. Take Amanda and todd. i knew todd first and he introduced me to this brainy business major he started dating. When i met Her i instantly responded to Her confidence and intelligence. todd was so deferential  and submissive around Her. If She told him to do something he hopped to it straight away. Her ambition was to conquer the world, todd’s singular ambition was to help Her do it. i really didn’t realize just how dominant Amanda was until the Female business students put on a ‘Mistress/slave’ themed party. Nothing serious, just for fun really though it had clear elements of Female triumphalism to it. I managed to finagle an invite via Amanda and went with Her friend Janet who brought me along on a leash, which thrilled me as you might expect. But Amanda was something out of this world. She wore a black leather bra and pants with stiletto boots while wielding a riding crop and holding a collared and leashed todd who wore only a g-string. todd waited on Her hand and foot and She would occasionally bend him over and spank his ass with Her crop which todd seemed to rather enjoy and the other Women seemed to appreciate.

Amanda and todd remain together today and have one of the most loving and strong relationships i have ever seen.  Amanda is the CFO at Her company. While todd also works outside the home Amanda accounts for about 80% of the the household income. When i visit Their/their home it’s obvious just how devoted and in love with Amanda todd remains. It’s also obvious that Amanda ‘wears the pants’ in that relationship as well. She earns the bulk of the income and makes the key decisions. When She tells todd to do something he still snaps to it. If he delays Amanda still shoots him ‘the look’ and he obeys straight away. he remains as devoted to Her and Her success as he always has been.

I introduced Goddess to Amanda a few years ago and needless  to say They became fast friends having much in common. Both being driven successful career Women with devoted, submissive, obedient males at home. todd and i often joke about our status but agree we are two of the luckiest men in the world.

So lets return to today and the changes at Maxim. The magazines owners obviously felt the need to change with the times to remain relevant to today's male audience. And just how have they decided to do that? Well, by putting a Women (Kate Lanphear ) in charge, of course. Now this is not the first time a Women has run a men’s magazine. Christy Hefner deserves to be recognized for that at Playboy. That however was a different era and She didn’t really change the Playboy formula.

At today’s Maxim the new editor is really shaking things up. The most noticeable change is the move away from the tits and ass cover shots. A few years ago just about every single monthly Maxim cover image would have been of a beautiful Women in a bikini or lingerie, arms raised, breasts or ass out inviting the male to run his eyes over Her alluring curves and open the pages for more.

Over the past few months anyone who picked up a copy of Maxim could not help but notice a huge difference. For the most part the full body bikini cover shots are gone. These have been largely replaced by a tight close of shots of a Women’s face. A beautiful Women to be sure but again only Her face.

The male gaze is met head-on by the Female gaze. The male reader is instantly confronted by an intimate image of confidence and beauty gazing back at him. She’s sexy and sexual but no mans sex toy. The recent cover featuring the lovely Taylor Swift being a great example. She exudes style, confidence and intelligence. The male observer senses right away that this is a real Women, not just some fantasy but One far more talented and successful than he’ll ever be. Instantly he gets the message not just about Her sexual power, that was always there, but about Her superior social and financial status. he feels instantly inferior to Her. This seems like a far more appropriate way for the modern male to begin reading his favourite magazine. It’s also far more realistic. men today are most likely to encounter confident, highly educated, financially independent and more dominant Women in their everyday lives now more than ever. The beautiful Women a male interacts with every day is more likely to be his boss than a bikini model. i think Maxim is starting to send the right message here. Yes Women will always be the subject of male sexual fantasy and the male gaze, that goes back to the cave, but males today need to understand that modern Women deserve, in fact demand, respect for Their intellect and accomplishments both of which are more than likely superior to his own. Maxim acknowledging this sends a powerful message especially to younger men who, by the way, should by now be used to being outclassed by Women. This message should be right in sync with the world they actually live in.

Another welcome change is the realignment of the ‘Hot 100’. Previously this list was simply a contest of physical beauty and popularity. The new list, topped by Taylor Swift, emphasizes not just a Women’s beauty but Her level of success, accomplishments and power. Powerful, successful Women are ‘Hot’. That seems like a much better message for male readers to absorb. From the website We/we take this quote;

“We can talk about “inner beauty” all we like, but as my mother often says, “We eat with our eyes first.” For better or worse, looks matter. Physical attraction is undeniably human. However superficial we may find it, there are people who catch our eye or make us lose our breath.

But as you enjoy the indisputably beautiful women of Maxim’s Hot 100, consider the people behind those beautiful faces. And when you close the pages of this magazine, allow yourself to appreciate a broader range of beautiful skin, fuller bodies, and complicated surfaces. There is a beauty standard, no doubt. But we can and should widen that standard. Beauty of all kinds is all around us. All we need to do is open our minds.”



Maxim asking its readers to consider different kinds of beauty and asking them to consider the Women as actual “people”. Interesting isn’t it?


Finally the content of the magazine seems to be shifting more towards encouraging men to be more stylish and sophisticated. In other words to become the kind of man that might actually show some maturity and be of interest to today's driven career Women. Heck they even put a man on the cover recently to drive home this point.

The open question of course being, is the readership of Maxim mature enough to follow along with all the changes. Will they grow up with the magazine and embrace the changes within it and within the larger society? males can be stubborn and resistant to change. Society will change whether they like it or not. men therefore have a choice. Embrace the new more Feminine order and find a productive role within it or be left behind and marginalized.

Electioneering

As You/you probably know, if You/you have been reading this blog for a while, i’m a huge supporter of Women taking Their rightful place as the leaders of society. i firmly believe, and a mounting pile of evidence supports, my position that Women are societies natural leaders. They simply have far more of the qualities society needs to become a kinder more compassionate place.

So i was thrilled when Goddess returned home the other day and declared

“I’ve signed you up for an important task”

Around here it's time for local elections. One of the leading candidates is a 28 year old Women. Young, super intelligent, vivacious and full of energy and great ideas.

“I had a discussion with Her campaign manager and She...” (yes She) “ says they need volunteers to do lots of grunt work. So i thought of you”

“This weekend you’ll be going around town putting up Her campaign posters. That’s a nice physical outdoor job that’s perfect for you. I’ve also put you at Her disposal for the duration of the campaign. She’ll be calling you tomorrow to give you the details. I told Her you don’t work outside my home so you’ll be available when needed”

“Goddess You make me sound like a kept man” i replied jokingly.

“Yes, so?” She didn’t see the humour in my response.

“Nothing Goddess, please continue”

“Since you’ll be busy all weekend i expect you to move up the gardening work to Friday. Don’t think you can slack off because of this.”

“No Goddess and thank you for this opportunity”

The next morning the phone rang. Picking it up i was greeted with a Female voice.

“Hi, is this ethan?”

“yes it is”

“Hi ethan my name is Amanda. I’m a local city councilor and the campaign manager for xxxx. I’m told you’d be available to help Us with the campaign”

“Yes of course, whatever You need”

“I’m understand you aren’t working at the present time so you’ll be available to help Us”

“i work at home so yes i would love to help you”

This was a slight pause as, i think,  She absorbed that little piece of information.

“Great! you don’t mind doing some physical work do you?”

“no not at all”

“Good because I need people to go around the city putting up posters this weekend. Some other men have volunteered as well so you won’t be alone”

“That’s wonderful and i’d be honored to help You”

“Fantastic”

She gave me all the details of when and where.

I’m really looking forward to this. i love serving intelligent powerful Women and helping them achieve Their goals. Here we have a fantastic Female candidate with a Female-

men at work...for Women!

led campaign. i’ll be supporting Women and taking orders from Women so it’s a terrific role for me.

The Sublime Dominance of Mistress Stephanie (More Summer Vacation)

The following day Goddess announced that Mistress Stephanie would be arriving within the hour for a visit. Looking down at me with a rather serious expression Goddess told me that,

“you need to understand something about Stephanie, ethan. She just doesn’t like boys. I don’t mean that in a small way either. She actually despises males”

“Stephanie is quite wealthy and keeps a collection of men. She doesn’t play around with words like ‘submissive’, to Her they’re just slaves in every sense of the word. She treats them quite harshly, even cruelly. It takes a certain kind of man to serve a Women like that. I’m not sure a sweet, submissive guy like you could take it. She seems to find men who are total pain sluts and She can push even them to the limit and beyond.”

“you might be surprised to hear this from Me since you think i can be pretty strict with you but believe Me you don’t want to cross Stephanie. She and i actually have somewhat different ideas about men. So be on your best behavior and don’t embarrass me”

Close to the appointed hour Goddess received a phone call. Upon hanging up She announced “that was one of Stephanie’s boys calling from the car, She’s about 10 minutes away”

“Quick, bring me your leash”

i scrambled to the nearest wall hook and grabbed the first one i saw, a meter long leash made of stainless steel chain. Returning to Goddess I kneeled before Her and She quickly snapped the chain to my ‘house collar'. Without saying a word She headed for the front door pulling me tightly behind Her,  crawling fast on hands and knees.

She stopped on the wide front steps and i kneeled at Her side, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion. Goddess then turned to stand in front of me. As She looked me over in front of the house i suddenly became very aware of my nakedness and vulnerability . Goddess however seemed very intense in Her examination. She unceremoniously kicked my knees further apart, fully displaying my maleness, while making micro-adjustments to my posture.

“Kneel up”

“Hands behind your back”

She grabbed and pushed my head so it was slightly bowed

“Stay behind me”

 “I can only do so much to protect you”

That sounded rather strange and ominous.

Goddess then turned Her back to me giving me a magnificent view of Her curves accentuated by Her tight blue summer dress. i always enjoy this view, my eyes gliding over the sensuous curves of Her behind, down Her tawny, tanned legs to Her glorious feet held aloft by a pair of stiletto heeled summer shoes.

My manhood stirred and i became filled with warmth. i almost didn’t notice how nervous She seemed. She adjusted Her dress, ran Her hands over Her curves rather hypnotically (at least to me) and fixed Her hair, tossing Her locks back landing almost at my face.

Then suddenly the intercom just inside the door buzzed and Goddess practically lept to press the button.

The scratchy speaker announcing in a male voice,

“Mistress Stephanie has arrived”

Goddess pressed the button to open the gate. i felt rather useless at this point since Goddess had rushed to do these simple tasks that i would normally do.

She moved quickly in front Her me again, grabbing my leash and holding it tight. Within seconds a large black Mercedes pulled up in front of the house. My view was partially obscured by Goddess but i heard the sound of the front car doors opening. Then two rather buff young men appeared. They were each dressed identically. They each wore only a tight black Speedo and a thin steel collar that glinted in the midday sun.

they took their places on each side of the rear door of the car. One male held what looked like a large, very expensive, hand bag in one hand and a jet back, very cruel looking, whip coiled in the other. The second boy held what looked like leash chains in one of his hands. Both men then kneeled simultaneously and bowed their heads while one of them opened the car door.

Inside all i could see at first was the long, tanned legs of Mistress Stephanie ending in a pair of stiletto heeled shoes not dissimilar to those worn by Goddess.

She seemed to take Her time. Her males remained perfectly still awaiting Her emergence.

As She exited the car and stood Her beauty was obvious to any man. She was tall and lithe, beautiful but with an oddly cold expression that could freeze men's hearts. There was something about Her that just dripped with arrogance and dominance. Was it Her piercing gaze, the way She carried Herself around these men, the way they served Her and gestured their submission to Her with military like precision? There was an undefinable yet obvious power She telegraphed to those around Her, especially to men. Just watching the events unfold made me excited yet fearful all at once.

The male holding Her handbag bowed his head and offered it to Her but She waved him off with some indiscernible signal. He then made the same gesture in offering Her the sinister looking whip.

This She accepted.

She then snapped Her fingers and the other male closed the car door and unfolded the leash chains he was holding. He snapped one chain to his collar and the other chain to the collar of his slave mate. i then noticed that the ends both chains were attached to a single steel loop which He raised and offered to Mistress Stephanie. She took it in hand and stood there over the boys as they both in unison bowed before Her, placing their hands and faces to the ground.

She made them wait there for a moment as if to just bask in their submission and make them feel Her power over them. i always find performing a submissive act heightens my submissive feelings. i think Everyone/everyone present understood the message of this little performance.

Mistress Stephanie then snapped around and began almost strutting towards Goddess, Her boys scrambling to crawl behind Her. One held Her heavy looking handbag with his mouth.

Upon facing Goddess Her expression completely transformed. While She looked at Her males with an icy glare Her face became warm and radiant as She approached Goddess. They embraced tightly and to my initial shock Mistress Stephanie placed a deep sensual full lipped kiss upon Goddess who enthusiastically reciprocated.

‘Stephanie doesn’t like boys’

Oh now i began to understand.

As the two Goddesses continued to embrace and exchange warm greetings the two leashed males reestablished their positions behind their owner, on all fours, faces planted tightly on the ground. they didn’t move an inch and showed impressive discipline.

In this position i couldn’t help but notice the numerous red stripes criss-crossing their backs in various states of healing. It seems Mistress Stephanie’s whip wasn’t just for show.

i never fail to be amazed how such an age old tool has proven so affective at breaking and disciplining men down through the ages.

In the hands of a Women the whip becomes the very symbol of Her power and authority over males, who find it as simultaneously erotic and frightening as She who wields it.

i kept moving my eyes from the bowed males to Mistress Stephanie’s curled menacing whip to the lovely curves and smells of these awesome Women.

Suddenly Goddess stepped slightly aside revealing me. “This is ethan my....my slave”

She almost hesitated in calling me that. Goddess has often referred to me by many titles, pet, boy, sub etc but She usually only uses that title to make a point to one of Her friends.

i felt myself turn a little red from humiliation even though it was perfectly true and obvious to everyone. Still that word, ‘slave’, is so demeaning. It’s meant to be. It conjures up images of being owned, submissive and obedient, a piece of property. Yet just hearing that word stirred my loins. my cock twitched and rose. So much for trying to remain modest and polite!

As Mistress Stephanie looked me over that cold expression returned to Her face. i was about to greet Her when She suddenly stepped towards me and slapped me hard across the face leaving me stinging and in shock.

“How dare you look at Me boy” She virtually spat in my direction as i tried to regain my composure and bow my head keeping my eyes fixed on Her feet.

Just as suddenly She stepped even closer to me and delivered  a swift kick to my nut sac.

I doubled over in horrific pain, my face to the cold step, my insides feeling like my organs had been put in a vice and twisted hard.

“Don’t ever point that thing at Me”, meaning my cock of course. Needless to say it shriveled and my balls went into hiding as i kneeled there in pain.

“Honestly dear, I don’t know why You don’t lock that thing away. The first thing I do when I get a new boy is have his cock pierced and locked down. Slaves need to know who owns them. they need to understand who owns their balls”

“ Oh Steph, you know i love to see an eager dog wagging its tail for its Mistress, i love the sight of a hungry, begging cock!”

They both laughed at that while i moaned in pain from Her expert and obviously well practiced kick.

The difference of opinion didn’t last long. Goddess gave me a slight kick in the thigh.

“Shut up ethan!”

i stifled my whimpers.

With that Goddess turned to the side and invited Mistress Stephanie to enter the house chased by Her crawling slaves. Goddess then followed and i crawled after Her.

In the large anteroom Mistress Stephanie demanded Her handbag from Her slave and dug into it pulling out a heavy lock. She tossed into onto the tile floor between Her slaves, one of whom instantly picked it up and both males crawled to the wall where a large steel loop was attached. One of the slaves them proceeded to lock himself and the other male by their leash chains to the wall. They then re-assumed their position on hands and knees, faces on the floor.

i was wondering just what those attachment points i saw around the house were for!

they locked themselves down without Mistress Stephanie telling them what to do. She had them well trained.

Goddess and Mistress Stephanie proceeded to the large wooden doors leading to the living room and bedrooms beyond. i tried to follow behind but Goddess simply turned and pointing with Her finger simply told me to “stay”

The two beautiful Women then disappeared through the doors and closed them shut.

They obviously wanted privacy and Their slaves were not welcome.

As i kneeled there in the anteroom my mind reeled.

I never knew Goddess to be attracted to other Women. Then again i’d never met a Women as beautiful and intimidating as Mistress Stephanie.

Was i reading too much into this? It was none of my business anyway yet i was unbelievably curious. i had so many questions. i thought perhaps i could start up a conversation with the two men chained in the corner.

i tried to offer them some refreshment but they absolutely refused to speak or interact with me in anyway.

i suspected they simply feared Mistress Stephanie so much that they dared not speak or do anything without Her explicit permission. The stripes on their backs and my aching face and balls suggested that would not be tolerated so i well understood their situation.

Still i could not help but be impressed by their discipline and the degree of obedience they showed. It was amazing to see two grown men so completely stripped of their voices, their freedom, their free-will maybe even their thoughts for all i knew by this bewitching and powerful Women. She didn’t even seem interested in them sexually making Herself completely off limits to their lust yet She still enslaved them completely. What an amazing Women yet so different from my Goddess.

While Goddess of course views males as inferior to Her and expects males to obey and defer to Her in all things She actually likes men and enjoys all the pleasures and services men have to offer. Mistress Stephanie on the other hand signals an almost contempt for men. She seems to view males as being born and existing only to be Her slaves. She seems to prefer the intimate company of other Goddesses to that of these servile creatures bowing at Her feet even though She could use any of them to satisfy any desires She might have. In fact i wouldn’t be surprised that the only desire She has towards them is to literally whip them ever deeper into submission to Her will and fuel Her astonishing dominance over them.

What a remarkable and fierce Women.