You / you may be Wondering

Just where i've been. Well i haven't gone anywhere but am only now being permitted by Goddess to slowly re-engage with the internet and this blog in particular.

There will be new content soon and the next part of the Emma saga.

Stay tuned!

-ej

Paulina Porizkova : She's a Queen and She Knows It!

"As high school approached, the boys wanted to kiss us and touch us, and the girls became a group of benevolent queens dispensing favors. The more the boys wanted us, the more powerful we became. When a girl chose to bestow her favors, the lucky boy was envied and celebrated. Slut shaming? What’s a slut?"

-Paulina Porizkova

This quote from a NYTimes op-ed by supermodel Paulina Porizkova took me, pleasantly, by surprise. I actually had to read it several times because it's a rather astonishing statement about the true nature of Female Power over males from a Woman who clearly 'gets' it.


That and, it was printed right there, in black and white, in the New York Times.

Hope is Not Lost

Something to remember in the depths of this first dark winter.

CTV feature on Butlers in the Buff

Following on from the previous post i found this really nice example
of the New Female Gaze. A service that provides buff males to work, in
the buff, at Hen parties and other Female oriented events. What struck
me about the report are a few things;

1. The business was introduced into the market by a Female entrepreneur, who saw a great business opportunity in providing this service to a Female market.
2. The positive attitude with which the customers embrace the phenomenon. Even those Who show a little trepidation at first are won over. The Women really enjoy and want this service.
3. The males positive attitude, he embraces being the object of Female attention and desire. he
   appreciates the attention and  remains deferential to the party goers.
   he understands he is there to be seen and to serve. he clearly embraces
   his role and is a great example of the 'new male'.
4. This is an interesting twist on the male stripper. These men aren't strippers per
   se but their service aprons leave little to the imagination. As one of
   the Women notes, when he bends over all is revealed.
5. It shows that the New Female Gaze is sexy, confident and playful. Women now expect men to be sex objects for Their amusement.
6. The Female news anchor at the end seems comfortable with the idea and notes
   that She did some extra research on the business and found out their
   rates (a future customer no doubt) while the two male anchors seem
   uncomfortable and almost homophobic. Neither seems comfortable at all
   with the social changes that confront them. Prudish wouldn't be too
   strong a word.

The Female Gaze Emergent

i recently came across an interesting article in a mainstream right-wing newspaper arguing that Women’s objectification of men's bodies has become mainstream and socially acceptable, sometimes to the discomfort of those ‘poor’ objectified males.

How times change and further proof of the emerging Female Future. To quote the article:

“Itʼs not easy being a hot piece of beautiful man these days.”

“Take poor Ryan Gosling, for instance. The actor will forever be haunted by viral photos of his chiseled six-pack. And then thereʼs Channing Tatum. The Magic Mike star may never recover from the degradation he experienced playing a drool-worthy stripper in not just one, but two films.”

“Actors are increasingly expected to pose topless, get ripped in the gym to secure much-coveted superhero roles and stand idly by while women ruthlessly compile Tumblr accounts documenting the bulge in their pants.”

About time i’d say. Forever under the fading patriarchy, Women have been sexually objectified and commodified, Their sexuality and desires treated as secondary, irrelevant or even non-existent.

So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that today, Women’s newfound power, education, wealth and success is unleashing the latent Female desire to sexually objectify and admire the male physique. It’s a beautiful thing to behold, a confident Woman expressing Her desires, tastes and fantasies openly.

It’s long overdue and something males need to get used to, though i suspect many men enjoy the thought of being the subject of Women’s fantasies.

On the other hand with sexual objectification comes the pressure for men to be found worthy of Female desire and the sudden realization that they have to work at being found desirable. That means long hours in the gym / exercising, caring about how they look and dress. No longer can any male assume his simple maleness endows him with the qualities desired by the Superior Sex.

An attitude adjustment also seems in order. males should show genuine appreciation at being the subject of the New Female Gaze. That and showing proper respect and deference.

The author also makes a point that i have made before. That the traditional male gaze and the New Female Gaze are in no way equivalent. In fact She argues that the sexual objectification of Women is becoming socially unacceptable even as the objectification of males becomes ever more popular and accepted. The reasoning behind this rings true;

“The reason why thereʼs no equivalent to the “male gaze” – even while women sexualize men – is that men havenʼt been subjected to the sexual harassment, pay disparity and mental anguish over coerced sexualization followed by cold rejection after a certain age that women have over the years”

 The New Female Gaze is playful, sexy, and fun. It doesn’t overtly threaten males or suggest violence towards them. It simply means that men can be judged based on their physical attributes and that Women are free to do so openly.

Is this a new double standard? Sure, but one long overdue.

“The fact that women can even be accused of objectifying men is actually a huge progressive step forward. Until recently, the female sex drive was forcibly kept in the closet. Women couldnʼt openly express desire or attraction without being shamed. They, ironically, were expected to be sexual objects without any inkling of sexuality (unless given permission by men)”

The open expression of Female Sexuality is, i believe, what actually frightens many males. For as i’ve said before, Female Sexuality is a force of nature for which the male has no answer. It renders the male dazed. It is something to which he is incapable of not responding to and being aroused by. It gives the Female enormous, natural, power over the male and is the very life force itself. Deep inside, all men know this. Real men acknowledge and submit to it while those who still cling to the patriarchy are terrified by this open display of Female Power, reacting irrationally and often violently to it. In the end however, resistance is futile, all men know this whether they openly admit it or not.

Society is changing and the New Female Gaze is yet another manifestation of this.

As the author concludes;

“Many men still feel the need to control womenʼs sexuality because it frightens them. This isnʼt a statement about the character of individual men as much as it is about centuries of fear-mongering that dates as far back as depictions of Eve and Jezebel in the Bible. Itʼs been taught over and over again that female sexuality is manipulative and dangerous. As it becomes less OK to objectify women and more normalized to sexualize men, males often feel an impending sense of doom.
The long history of the male gaze and menʼs freedom to sexualize women without repercussions makes “doing the right thing” more complicated than simply applying the same rules to everyone. Men and women have such vastly different historical experiences with objectification that equality canʼt be achieved by treating everyone equally. While men catcalling women on the street further distorts the gender imbalance, women sexualizing men actually evens the gender playing field.”

The Women's March

"Maybe this is what it takes for Women to finally wake up and take power"

- Quoting Goddess after Our/or participation in the Women's March 

Emma : The Day After Part I

Discovered by Michelle

i was suddenly awoken by the sense of someone in my presence. Bleary eyed i blinked a few times and a pair of Women’s Nike trainers came slowly into focus.

It took me a moment to register that i had at some point fallen asleep, then suddenly the images of last nights humiliation at the hand of Emma rushed through my mind.

“What the fuck is this?” a Feminine voice demanded. Lifting my head i found myself looking directly into the piercing gray eyes of Michelle,  the petite, curvy blonde who works at the club.

“Is that cum? For fucks sake! This isn't a brothel you dumb shit!”

I quickly glanced down at the white, crystalline splatters on the hardwood floor. Emma’s handiwork and my shame.

While my mind reeled I realized two things. One was that Michelle had snapped a few pics of my predicament and was typing what seemed like a text message into Her phone. The second was that i had become semi-hard. A demanding Feminine voice having its usual effect.

Checking me out from behind she demanded, “how am I supposed to get you out of those things?”

“the keys are over there Ma’am, in the far corner”. As She strutted across the room i couldn’t help but admire the sublime curvature or Michelle’s behind through Her tight yoga pants, Her golden hair shimmered in the morning light streaming through the windows as She bent over to collect the keys.

Turning back towards me She revealed a serious expression, rather pissed off i’d say. She moved quickly and after fumbling a bit i felt one of the manacles unsnap.

i was free. Painfully i pulled my arms back around in front of myself, trying to stretch out the discomfort from many hours in that position.

Michelle made it clear that was the extent of the help She was giving me. She contemptuously through the keys onto the floor between my legs.

“The rest you can do yourself”

“Thank You, Ma’am”

“Yeah what-ever” was all i got in return.

Slowly standing i hoped to make a quick escape from this latest shameful scene but before i could even make a single step towards the exit Michelle had other plans.

“Where do you think your going? You don’t actually think I’m going to clean up your disgusting mess do you...you slut?”

“slut”, the word practically dripped from Her voluptuous lips.

“There’s a utility closet in the hallway, get some cleaning supplies from there. I want to see that floor shine, I don't want to find even one of your dead little swimmers left on that floor, do I make myself clear?”

Though She radiated anger and disgust I thought I saw just a glimmer of amusement in Her sparkling eyes.

“Yes Ma’am, right away!”

With Her command properly acknowledged i quickly ran towards the door, my naked feet pattering across the cold floor as my hardness bobbed up and down.

Returning quickly with some spray cleaner and cloths i dropped to my knees , squirted some solution onto the spots of dried cum and got scrubbing, down on hands and knees as Michelle stood over me, arms crossed but to my surprise  making a video of the whole humiliating incident.

When i was finished i kneeled up seeking Her approval. Michelle took Her time, circling slowly around the newly polished floor, before declaring my work satisfactory. She circled around behind me and delivered a hard kick to my right ass cheek.

“Get out of my sight!”

With that I ran swiftly, naked as adam, through the hallway, down the stairs and into the performers changing room and directly to my storage space. It must still be early since i didn’t see anyone else around. As i collected some clothes and got dressed i was filled with dread. I should be able to catch a train back to Goddesses house but then what, how will i explain the fact that i was out all night, how on Earth can i explain Emma? Filled with dread i nervously rushed to the side exit and into the cool morning air of the alleyway.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Then just as I reached the end of the alley and turned the corner there She was.

Leaning against the rear fender of Her cheery red A5 coupe was Goddess.

She spotted me probably before my mind even processed what i was seeing.

Oh fuck, how did She know?

Michelle, it must have been Michelle who turned me in. Dammit, now what?

Goddess just stared at me coldly. Her icy blue eyes locked on me, a stern expression formed on Her lips.

She looked PISSED OFF!

She crooked a red lacquered finger tip at me, beckoning me towards Her.

Rushing to Her, driven by fear and shame, without even thinking about it i dropped to my knees in front of Her right there on the sidewalk and began planting contrite kisses on Her black leather, stiletto heeled knee-high boot.

She let me linger there for an exceptionally long time. i could sense the passers by, sometimes hear giggles and muffled gasps but She didn’t care one bit. I was to going demonstrate submissiveness until She decided it was enough. After what felt like an eternity She kicked me off Her boot and i pressed my face to the sidewalk, not daring to move.

“Get up”

As I rose to face Her She just slapped the Audi’s key fob against my chest.

“Drive me to the office” She demanded almost without emotion, just a heart stopping, icy stare.

With that i scrambled to open the cars long door and guide Her into the seat, carefully shutting it and rushing behind the car to the drivers side.

I nervously fumbled getting the car in motion. The whole way to the office She remained silent. my mind raced trying to find something to say, anything to diffuse the tension but ultimately i decided that keeping my mouth shut was for the best.

‘boys should be seen and not heard’ being Her usual rule.

Today i’m not sure she even wanted to see me.

Politics and the Female Future

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

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

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

Don't despair, get engaged and get active.

Looking for a Doctor? Find a Woman.

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

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

Emma Returns

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

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

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

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

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

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

i wanted these Women to feel...Victorious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Establishing new social norms.

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click, click, click.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She began to speak softly,

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

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

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

“Have you always been so submissive?”

“Yes Ma’am, to Women”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wow you’re a hungry one”

“yes..yes, its been so long”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not much longer, almost there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“smile for the camera pretty boy”

i meekly complied not sure what else i could do.

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

Pressing Herself against me She simply said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stopping at the door She gave one last command,

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

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

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

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

Emma

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

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

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

No Debate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My manhood twitching at the thought of it.