Of Goddess Quotes and Task Lists

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 
“I like Bossing you around”

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

“men are animals”

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

“I’m a dictator”

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

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

“I need more than a gigolo”

“your cock grows as your brain shrinks”

“you’re a laundry idiot”

“you’re ass feels soft”

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

“you can be my escort”

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

“you’re afraid of me aren’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

A Vision of Confidence

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

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

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

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

my urge to speak up was quickly patted down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps because it was rather normal these days.

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

Along the way W/we made small talk.

“So what did you think about that?”

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

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

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

“no Goddess”

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

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

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

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

FemDom Lit : The Dancing Backward Series

Both Goddess and i are avid fans and readers of Femdom, Female Supremacist and Gynarchic literature, both fiction, philosophy, and practice.

One recent series of books that we both enjoy is the Dancing Backwards series by Thomas Lavalle.

This series recounts the life of Kelly, a “Bossy”, voluptuous, hyper driven Alpha-Female and her submissive, beta-male husband chris. 

The story itself is one told many times.

Shy, conflicted, naturally submissive chris has difficulty meeting Women. Encouraged by his friend he decides to take a dance class, an obvious opportunity to interact with Women in a setting that mandates such interactions. There chris meets Kelly for the first time and instantly falls under the spell of this Sexual Sorceress.  Smitten,  chris yields naturally to Kelly’s forceful personality, something She came looking for, a man who would follow Her lead in all things. Their dance partnership blossoms into a life partnership with chris moving into Kelly’s apartment where he proceeds to serve his new Goddess, cleaning, cooking Her meals and doing Her laundry, all to Her specifications. This help allows Kelly to focus on Her schoolwork, She being a natural academic superstar, while intellectually  mediocre chris focuses on Her needs ( as he should.)

Marriage follows, in which chris vows to “obey” Kelly, who explicitly doesn’t make the same vow towards chris. With numerous attractive job offers Kelly selects one with the greatest opportunity for advancement, which means the couple must move cities.

Kelly installs Her new househusband in Her new apartment so that chris can get on with the unpacking while Kelly digs into Her new career with full force.

Here things start to go off the rails. Eventually, with Kelly distracted by the demands of Her job, Her attention on chris wavers. Naturally She expected him to be able to function without supervision and strict control but unsurprisingly this isn’t the case. chris becomes bored, lazy, and worst of all lets the performance of his duties become sloppy and rushed. There’s even masturbation involved.

All this comes to a head one night as Kelly, at the airport after a long business trip is left waiting by chris. Not acceptable. While fuming alone in the terminal Kelly does however witness a scene that causes a fundamental reawakening within Her. It’s one of those strange, random, events that sets in motion a new life direction. For there in the airport Kelly is the silent witness to an older Dominant Women delivering a swift, pointed rebuke to a younger male, a collared,  fit male, Her collared male property, for that is what he matter of factly seems to be. one who obviously feared his Mistress and scrambled to obey Her. This scene caused Kelly to realize two fundamental truths. One being that the harsh treatment She had witnessed clearly got results and two, it sexually excited Her in a way that surprised even this naturally dominant young executive. She couldn’t help but contrast the slave boys swift, automatic, obedience with Her slacker househusbands poor performance.

There and then Kelly decided that it wasn’t enough for Her to just be the Alpha-Female to chris’s beta-male, Career Woman to househusband, naturally dominant to naturally submissive, no that wasn’t enough for Her and is wasn’t enough to get optimal performance out of Chris.

The only thing that would fix this situation was for Kelly to fully express Her natural dominance towards chris and for him to surrender himself in total submission to his stunning Goddess. Mistress and male slave. That was the only way forward, sexually, domestically and practically.

Pretty hot and romantic right?

What strikes me about these books are several things. One is the high quality of the writing. The plot is fantasy, yet it’s also plausible fantasy. The author wonderfully describes his characters, both physically and psychologically. Lavalle also has a remarkable gift for being very specific about articles of Women’s clothing, displaying a wonderful command of fashion.

The thing i find most affecting about these books however is how they make me feel. Reading the description of chris’s lazy behavior and attitudes, his feelings of submissiveness and his struggle to reconcile these feelings with the expectations of patriarchy fills me with a sense of shame and humiliation.

You/you see chris very much reminds me of myself and my own struggles, some of which i’ve already documented on this blog. i too have always been naturally submissive towards Females and harbored a deep desire to live a life of submissive service to Women and in particular to a beautiful dominant Woman. i also clearly had no idea, beyond my own wild fantasies what exactly that meant or how to go about it.

Needless to say my initial attempts at such relationships ended in humiliation and pain. Being a male, and despite my submissive nature, i still gravitated towards laziness and listlessness. i struggled with reconciling my real desires and beliefs with the patriarchal notions of the wider society. This would often manifest itself in resistance to showing deference or obedience towards my girlfriend in a public setting where that could be seen and commented on by others. i feared embarrassment, having my true nature exposed. Needless to say this generated conflict in relationships, this dual nature, attentive and obedient in private, arrogant and egotistical in public. i eventually understood the sorts of trust issues this behavior generated. No Woman would find that acceptable, let alone the type of Alpha-Girls i gravitated towards. More than once i was marched out of a Girlfriends door, my arms stuffed with my belongings, told never to return. i drifted form relationship to relationship all ending in frustration. The time in between i spent absorbed in Femdom porn and fantasy, literally masturbating my days away. That’s no exaggeration. Over one year end holiday i literally spent each day getting out of bed, eating breakfast, followed by stripping off and masturbating all morning, stopping for a quick lunch, then continuing into the evening until i either ejaculated or was so rubbed raw it became painful to go on. The next day i would wake up and repeat it all over again.

Completely selfish, self absorbed, behavior. The only redeeming result being that it reinforced my feelings of inferiority towards the Superior Sex, my deep desire to be in submission to Them, and allowed me to become highly skilled in denying myself orgasms while maintaining a prolonged erection, and sexual attentiveness, skills that would in time become very appreciated and coveted. The psycho-sexual power that Women had over me was undeniable.

Eventually with the help of Female friends i began to ground myself. Some came to know my secret, allowing me to serve them domestically, doing chores much like chris in the story. This satisfied some of my desires, i could now be found useful, serving selflessly in a way that fulfilled me and made Their lives easier, contributing to Their success. Others allowed me to be an intimate confidant, in which i gained a greater understanding of the amazing and complex Female mind. A few even indulged my fetishistic desire to bow down at Their feet and kiss Their shoes or boots, something i noted they seemed to very much get into once They got over the initial oddness of the request. Unlike myself, who was painfully shy and embarrassed by my desires, i found Women to be amazingly open and frank about sex and relationships. They were clearly aware of the power of Their sexuality over boys and were not at all shy about it, the management of males being a routine topic of conversation. They would even play little mind games with me to test out Their ideas knowing they would get an honest response.

i became far more attentive of the dynamic between the sexes, the Female-male dynamic. i soon noticed something obvious yet astonishing. Even in the most vanilla seeming relationships the Women tended to be natural leaders and deciders, expecting acquiescence and compliance from Their males, and getting it. i noted that these sorts of loving yet clearly Female led relationships were strong, harmonious and long lasting. Relationships where the male was ego-centric, selfish and non-compliant always ended in acrimony and tears.

All of this knowledge i brought with me into a new relationship.

At first Goddess and i had a rather conventional relationship, though one where She was the clear initiator. She was the one who maneuvered me down a dark path on a cold winters night, turned me towards Her and kissed me deeply for the first time. It was She who mounted me on Her bed, taking my wrists one by one, binding them to the bedposts. i offered no resistance as She lowered Her sex to my face. i lapped Her up each and every time bringing Her to ecstatic heights while She toyed with my raging erection while denying me completion. It was She who would tightly wrap Her soft hand around my hard shaft and march me behind Her down the hallway and into the shower where I would lather Her up, pleasuring and worshiping Her as a living deity.

Our/our relationship began in the sexual realm with Goddess pushing me down deeper under Her spell, testing my submission to Her will, my desire to pleasure Her and my skill. My desire being infinite while my skill came with repeated practice, instruction and correction.

With Her sexual authority and power over me established things became less easy for me. Having extracted from me my deepest fantasies and feelings Goddess knew i was compatible with Her own Alpha-Female world view and proceeded to extend my training beyond the sexual into the domestic. And ‘training’ is exactly what She meant, having repeated on numerous occasions Her firm belief that “boys need to be trained.” This was at the time She was just getting Her business going and needed plenty of domestic help with tasks She didn’t have time for anymore. Even before moving into Her home, the earlier, smaller one, my appearance at Her door each morning became a routine and became my full time focus as She insisted that i quit my dead-end job and that She would take care of my expenses until my lease was up, then I could move in with Her.

All of this I had no real problem with, i’d loved doing domestic chores for some of my Female friends. What surprised me and what i found difficult was the high and exacting standards Goddess maintained in Her home. i remember spending an entire Saturday learning how to properly fold towels and make Her bed. Each time She inspected my work She would find some flaw and in Her stern voice say “ no, do it again.” It was the same for everything about Her castle. It wasn’t a simple question of something necessarily being done wrong but that each and every task had to be completed in exactly  the way She specified. Nothing else was acceptable and failure would mean not only doing it again, but a withering verbal rebuke of my specifically male stupidity, laziness and inability to listen. Her true nature, which i had only caught glimpses of before was gradually, bubbling to the surface.

The verbal rebukes gave way, at Her intense insistence, to more physical acts of instruction, discipline and punishment all of which i willingly submitted to.

Needless to say by the time i moved into Her home, abandoning my belongings, i was thoroughly domesticated to Her exacting standards and eager to be taken possession of.  The constant gestures of submission, the strict discipline/punishments, the delicious humiliations,The Coven, being publicly displayed, the club would all come soon enough. i would be taught  to “submit, worship and obey” and find a life more fulfilling than i could have ever imagined.

This is the dilemma Kelly puts before Her chris. he may submit to Her strict demands, bow down at Her feet and serve Her as Her slave or he may leave. A simple binary choice that chris struggles with.

Every time i re-read chris’s inner debate and turmoil i feel a visceral deep understanding. Lavalle clearly understands the inner conflicts of the naturally submissive but not yet fully captured male. He seems to also capture the complementary conflicts in Kelly. Her desire to fully express Her innermost dominant nature. She knows males are inferior yet will She finally resolve to live a life true to Herself? For me his choice is obvious, and well for Kelly and chris, you’ll just have to see how it goes for Them for yourself.

It may be fantasy fiction but it’s close enough to being real that Goddess and i can almost see O/ourselves in these pages.

For links to his books and his blog visit Thomas Lavalle's at http://thomaslavalle.blogspot.com/

Femdom Music : "I Hate Boys" by Christina Aguilera

No-no-no-no, no, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad
Well, maybe just a little, just a tad
I know every apple here ain't bad
But I found a worm in every single one I had

(BOYS) They're only good for fruit, I mean bananas.
(BOYS) Them boys are nuts, they're drivin' me bananas
(Oh BOYS) we should pack them up and ship 'em out.
The Bo-bo-boys, bo-boys
The Bo-bo-boys, bo-boys
I hate 'em

I hate boys but boys love me
I think they suck and my friends agree
I hate boys, but boys love me
Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah
I. Hate. BOYS!

If you hate 'em boys, shake it, shake it
If you hate 'em boys, shake it, shake it

We would all be happy all be glad
If sweet mama nature never had
All this dirty little boys who think that the girls
Are only made for tooooys
(BOYS) Boys are so immature, the rarely turn to men
But then again all men are dogs "ROOF"
All men are dogs

I hate boys but boys love me
I think they suck and my friends agree
I hate boys but boys love me
Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah
I. Hate. BOYS!

If you hate 'em boys, shake it, shake it
If you hate 'em boys, shake it, shake it

Let's go
Boys suck
Make me sick
Inflated egos
Little dicks
Use them up
Spit 'em out
I H-A-T-E boys!

I hate boys but boys love me
I think they suck and my friends agree
I hate boys but boys love me
Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah
I. Hate. BOYS!

I hate boys but boys love me
I think they suck and my friends agree
I hate boys but boys love me
Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah
I (I). Hate (hate). BOYS!

"Immature" with "little dicks", "use em up and spit em out"

With pop music dominated over the past few years by Women, previously repressed thoughts emerge and go mainstream. Now males have to listen to Women's thoughts and voices no matter how uncomfortable They may be for fragile male egos to hear. No doubt these Female superstars empower Women through Their art and by Their example. With the charts now so dominated by Female voices the male has become the second sex in the music industry.

boys "they're only good for fruit, I mean bananas" 

Let's Get Physical

Under the cold florescent light, my, for now, clothed butt cheeks rested against the thin paper draped over the black exam table. It was that time of year again, my annual, Goddess ordered, physical. All the blood work was done and my specimen collected, yes that specimen!

Now I sat, in my briefs, waiting for Dr Alison to enter.

Dr. Alison being a stunningly cute, 30 something, physician. Goddesses personal M.D., and another of the whip smart, professional Women in Goddesses Female Supremacist circle, known as ‘The Coven.’

Dr. Alison is also the M.D. Who does all the physical exams for the guys at the club, a program started at Goddesses suggestion. She is also a not infrequent club goer who gets to see the male dancers up close in another sort of professional setting.

In other words, Dr. Alison was fully up to speed on my personal relationship with Goddess, and in full agreement with the underlying philosophy, She being One who lives the same lifestyle Herself.

That of course was a relief to me, not having to explain anything intimate and awkward to Her.

After what seemed like an eternity sitting there in the cool exam room air, I heard the door crack open as She entered.

Of course being a Member of the Coven i was expected to greet Her formally. Leaping up from the exam table i dropped to the floor at Her feet, bowed my head to Her black pumps, placed my hands flat on the floor and replied.

“Good Morning Dr. Alison”

“Good morning ethan”, came the reply in the soft but cool and professional voice.

She left me there on the floor as She went to Her desk for a moment.

Returning to stand next to me She gave a simple command,

“Stand”

Obeying instantly i rose on my feet and took notice of the delightful raven haired Goddess standing in front of me. Her nerd Girl glasses doing little to hide the fact that She was a stunner. Eyes of penetrating intelligence and full luscious lips would make any male stop in his tracks.

She, however, wasn’t one for much nonsense in Her professional setting. A slight smirk soon crossed Her lips, the one She always seems to have when i see Her.

“Remove your underwear and stand on the scale.”

Direct and no nonsense, that’s Dr. Alison.

Slipping my thumbs into the sides of my briefs i made a bowing motion as i slid them down my legs to my ankles and stepped into my full nudity in Her presence. i walked to the scale as i had several times before, stood up straight and looked directly at the opposite wall as Dr. Alison examined the scale, and entered my measurements into her tablet.

Next came the measuring tape. I could feel the soft warmth of Her, even through her open lab coat as She wrapped the tape around the width of my chest, then my waist followed by each bicep, then each thigh. All, methodical, and professional. These i knew to be the official measurements, for Goddess, for the Coven, and for the Club. Dr. Allison being the official statistician of male dimensions.

Without comment, but with the sly smirk on Her lips. She next lifted my flaccid cock, and pressed a ruler against my pubic bone. All very cool and professional, the data point collected.

“Could you get hard for me ethan”

i knew this was coming. Every year it's the same ritual. She collects the same measurements, soft then hard, even though there isn’t any chance my length has changed one way or the other.

It was a ritual with which my compliance is ‘man’datory.

“Yes Ma’am” came my required response. Handjobs not something forthcoming from Dr. Alison no matter how much i might fantasize about it, i took my limp shaft in my right hand and began working against the coldness and slight awkwardness of the setting. With some effort and some cold sweat i got myself to full length.

When She was satisfied Dr. Alison again placed the ruler over my pulsing length as i pulled my hand away.

“Still 6 inches” She commented, this time with an almost Girlish tone, Her smirk having broken into a slight smile.

We/we both knew that this little ritual was nothing more than an exercise in obedience and humiliation, my response to which would no doubt make it back to Goddess. Therefore, compliance wasn’t an option.

With that done and my cock slowly deflating She next cupped my balls for a through examination, working Her fingers around one, then the other, feeling me up for abnormalities. She had no misgivings about pressing as hard as necessary to satisfy Her, causing me to audibly gasp a couple of times.

Releasing me, She again entered something into Her tablet before moving to the next step.

“Lay across the exam table, and spread your legs.”

Again doing as ordered I pressed my torso across the crinkly paper, spread my legs, exposing my backdoor and tried to relax.

A moment later i felt Dr. Alison fingers pressed against my right butt cheek as She tried to make some relaxing small talk as She probed the entrance.

“Does your Mistress use a strap-on on you? This exam is usually easier and not so unpleasant for guys trained with a strap-on.”

“Yes Ma’am, sometimes”, with a quick motion and slight gasp from me She was in. It’s not so much the penetration that’s unpleasant so much as the firm pressing motion as She works Her way around. That and my trying not to enjoy it too much. She also took Her time, being through is a Dr. Alison trademark.

All the while i just pressed my face to the table waiting for the end. i noticeably trembled when She pulled out. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.

Taking a moment to examine my back, She noted, “Those whip marks don’t look too bad, obviously your Mistress is an expert. Do you have any issues related Her discipline, apart from the stinging pain, I mean.”

“No Ma’am, i accept Her discipline and punishment completely.”

“can you sit on the table ethan?”

I complied again, resting my naked ass cheeks against the cold paper.

Finishing off by taking my blood pressure and listening to my heart beat, again the data was entered and She returned to Her desk.

“Let’s take a look at your lab work”

She quietly examined Her computer screen for a moment, scrolling with the mouse.

“Everything looks good ethan. Your blood pressure, cell counts, blood sugar, PSA, triglycerides, cholesterol are all good. No STD's, your BMI is excellent, you're obviously keeping very fit”, She gave me a quick glance as She said that. “ Your sperm count and motility are pretty good, at least for a male these days.”

"The only anomaly I can see is something I notice with many of the ‘boys’ in the Coven. Your testosterone is a bit low and has dropped notably since I first started examining you. I don’t think this is much to worry about, like I said I see it in many guys like you. It seems to be a consequence of your, shall I say, status. The more submissive males become the more their testosterone drops off, the more their testosterone drops off the more docile and obedient they become. Its pretty amazing actually."

That last bit She almost laughed at.

“I think the physical act of submission, of being in sub-space, of accepting punishment and discipline at the hand of your Mistress actually rewires the male brain for obedience, damping down dangerous male aggression and destructive male behavior. It would make a neat scientific paper. I should pull all the data together and present it to the Coven. I’m sure the Girls would be delighted to see that.”

“You don’t have any problems getting an erection, do you?”

“No Ma’am”

“Good, you can get dressed now.”



P.S. For more on this theme please  see this earlier post



 

Friday Femdom Art : She Shatters the Ordinary and the male

i know posting has been thin of late. i have just returned from from serving Goddess on an extended business trip, which was pretty much all business, with little time, or web access, for blogging. 

i absolutely love this photo. It reminds me of a little incident i had in the city a while back.

What's so striking about this image is the way the very ordinaryness of the street is shattered by this sublime, intimidating Goddess entering the scene. Like a bolt of lightening She radiates pure energy. Her sensuality and authority seizes the male gaze all the while telling him very clearly that She is coming for him.
 

One/one can imagine being that male, frozen in lust, confusion, excitement and nerves. Wanting Her and fearing Her.

Everything about Her communicates Her intentions. Her exposed toes in erotic gladiator style footwear, the wind that sweeps aside Her dress to reveal the sensuous shapeliness of Her skin, the way She lifts Her hemline, offering Her prey an intoxicating glimpse of irresistible Feminine pleasures,  the fullness of Her lips, windswept raven hair, the expression of One that treats males as Her playthings, toys for pleasure and service.

She stuns men into submission.

She is everything males desire but male desire is of no concern to Her. She will use them up and leave a shattered, lovelorn, spent husk, moving on to the next, a trail of male tears flowing behind Her.

Inspiration

Every so often it's good to be reminded of a males place in the world vis-a-vis our Superior Goddesses. we males exist at and for Their pleasure.

Keep that always in mind, live it fully, and a male will find his true purpose.

So many males i feel are adrift in the modern world with its increasingly Feminine orientation. If only more males accepted their true natures much of their inner turmoil and conflict would evaporate.

Women would be happy and Their males would find true bliss, happiness and purpose also.

Skills

One of the first things Goddess told me when considering my worthiness as Her submissive and starting a relationship with me was that a man has to be "usefull" and have "skills."

Accordingly She has kept to that philosophy such that each September,  at the start of the school year i'm signed up for some sort of class. A couple of years back it was cooking class which notably sharped my kitchen skills and repertoire.

This week is the start of baking class. At first i'd kind of assumed that i might find myself alone among a group of Women in this class, a remnant of patriarchal thinking i know,  but much to my relief and surprise about half the class is made up of males. More than a few of whom admitted to me that they had been sent their by their significant Other to sharpen their domestic skills, some were even accompanied by their Goddesses.

One male said he was there to enhance his chances with Women because he was finding it rough going on the dating scene where it's becoming the norm for Women to demand that males, you know, "have skills."

Is the path to a Woman's heart through Her stomach? Undoubtedly there's something to that as men increasingly find themselves in the kitchen where they are expected to perform.

Perfect Specimen

Gracefully i poured Goddesses morning coffee as She lay back in the comfort of Her favorite chaise, Her satiny kimono barely clinging to the tawny curves of Her magnificent statuesque frame.


Flipping my chain leash behind my backside i placed the coffee pot on the side table and returned to my place, on my knees at Her feet, raising up my hands only to offer my leash chain, which She took, casually pulling its end loop across Her petite wrist as She flipped open Her iPad and extended a proffered, naked foot to my eager waiting mouth, yanking on my leash for emphasis.

As i set to work on Her sumptuous foot i realized just how much my jaw still ached from the hours spent worshiping at Her Sex overnight. Lately Goddess had become insatiable, She has taken to wearing extra black eyeliner, noir lipstick and having me paint each finger and toenail in a lustrous piano-black finish. Her moods and appetites had turned equally dark and unquenchable. The feel of the whips black leather seems to fill Her with  lust so intense that no opportunity to please Her isn’t first preceded by my flesh being set alight by the flames of Her whip. Each slash seemed to fuel Her desire even more. Only when She felt i’d shown sufficient  submission and degradation did She toss aside the cruel implement, strut towards my broken frame, grab a fist full of my hair and march me to the bed. Roughly tossing me back-first onto the mattress as She tossed Her panties aside and mounted my face.

Eagerly my tongue lashed out to taste and pleasure Her, finding Her already sopping wet with desire. The flaming marks on my back pressed into the sheets reminding me of my obligation to satisfy Her and the very real consequences of failing to do so.

my hungry, eager, licking and flicking of Her engorged clit pushed Her higher and higher until the first shattering orgasm crashed ashore and She ground Herself against by face, drowning me in Her liquid lust.

No sooner had She come down did She ease back, look deeply into my eyes and mouth ‘More.’

And more She would have. Grabbing my wrists She pressed them into the mattress, fingernails pressing into my flesh, as She eased Her hungry sex back to onto my mouth.

All the while my manhood remained tightly locked in its cage, pressed desperately against the steel, dripping, hungry, hopeless.

The message was unmistakable. The only pleasures, desires, and needs that mattered were Hers and Hers alone. The cravings of any male were of no relevance and my submission to Her will combined with the ministrations of my mouth, lips and tongue were of greater importance to Her than my imprisoned manhood. In fact it seemed to make the whole experience that much more intense, that much hotter for Her, knowing all my attention was on Her and Her alone. She meant to extract every atom of pleasure i was capable of giving even if that left me a spent husk , dried out and rubbed raw. So be it. She would be satisfied only when She decided.

After untold pleasures sat atop my face, all the squeals and moans of ecstasy, She finally extracted Herself from my raw, sticky mouth and lay against the pillows, opening Her sex to me, slowly and teasingly. She crooked a finger and pointed to Her inflamed clit and of course i crawled to my Mistress and lay my mouth upon Her sacred Womanhood and continued my offerings for hours more.

Ecstasy and agony, Female and male, Take and give, the dance continued though the hours of the night, We / we were oblivious to the universe, all that mattered was Her pleasure.

Even now in the morning, at Her feet i still savoured the intoxicating taste of Her on my mouth as i once again opened wide, extending my eager tongue to engulf Her toes one by one, swirling around each shiny, black lacquered toenail, becoming once again lost in an all consuming quest to pleasure and worship my Goddess. Turning my head to slip my tongue under Her foot i caught a maddening glimpse of the delicate gold anklet resting just above Her ankle, the shiny little key She had looped though it just to mock me. This was of course the key to my tightly locked sex just hanging there, daring me to grab and free myself, knowing of course that i never would. i wanted no part of being anywhere but at Her feet. No male without a Female is truly free.

Not that the continuous oral worship of this magnificent deity over the past many hours hadn’t left me grunting in desperation. Once again my manhood tried to burst from its cage and once again it was firmly repressed. This repeated cycle had left me aching and dripping in an animal state of complete and total lust, lost in my quest to raise Her to a state of ecstatic joy. Somewhere perhaps my animal brain was thinking that if i just pleased Her enough perhaps She would also allow me some measure of pleasure as well.

Of course Goddess had by now thoroughly disabused any notion that a male should have any expectations when it came to Her.

Expectations are a Woman’s prerogative, a males are to submit to, worship and obey the Female.

I groaned and ached as i continued to lap at Her soft foot in all its nudity driven on by my quest.

Then catching me by surprise She spoke.

“Stand up”, breaking my mouth from Her lovely toes i did as commanded and rose before Her.

Next She simply pointed for me to stand at Her side as She pulled Her leg up and unclasped the delicate anklet and took Her key in hand. my eyes traced each move of Her long tanned leg in admitted insolence, risking punishment, yet unable to pull my gaze from Her hypnotic motions. 

Without hesitation or ceremony She lifted my cage, resting it on top of Her hand and pulled out the padlock which held the vile metal tube to the thick steel ring at the base of my cock and ball sac.

Before i could even grasp what was happening She had pulled my cage free and my cock sprang forth like a stallion bolting from the barn, the stinging numbness of my desperation  subsided as blood flowed once again.

i was nearly overcome with emotion as a simple pointing gesture told me to resume my position of worship at Her feet.

i sprang into action, devouring her toes and licking at Her foot with a new found fury as the full length of my manhood dripped rivulets of pre-cum onto the floor.

I burned with passion for Her.

The i heard it, a slow building moan from high above as my servile ministrations hit just the spot. Long slow ecstatic sounds flowed from Her as She pulled hard on my chain leash. It was the sound of an Angel to my ears as it built slowly to a peak and then just as slowly come down.

i admit i took visceral unspoken pleasures in Her joy.

Soon i heard her opening the drawer of the side table and fumbling with what sounded like a plastic bag.

Seconds later i heard a plop on the floor at my side. Glancing to my left i noticed a transparent ziplock bag with a yellow-capped plastic bottle inside.

“Jerk off into the bottle” was all She said as i fumbled to open the bag, pull out the small bottle, remove a sticker labeled “sterile” and twist the cap loose. i noticed the mouth of the jar looking just about wide enough to get my swollen cock-head through.

my mind swirled as i struggled to understand the ramifications of Her command but my body didn’t hesitate to take any offered opportunity for pleasure even if it meant using this humiliating plastic jar as a hopelessly inadequate proxy for Her Devine Sex, which it had now become, by Her own command.

i eagerly placed the opening of the jar over my throbbing, desperate cock-head and once again devoured Her delightful toes while i grabbed my full length and began stroking myself with ever rising intensity, edging myself a few times just to ride the wave of this rare pleasure.

It was all too much and with one last stroke, struggling to keep the tip of my hungry cock in the jar, an explosion of ecstasy overcame me as my pelvic muscles went into automatic contractions and the hot, ropy cum shot out into the jar in successive waves as i squeezed out every last morsel. my mind was overcome by a long seizure of pleasure and i groaned wildly as i devoured Goddesses toes in a mindless fever of passion. i barely register the “swoosh” from Her iPad as a text was sent.

Sweating profusely, heaving deep breaths i slowly rode the subsiding pleasure waves into the “little death” when for just a moment the male mid sees clearly , free of the invisible, mind bending chains of the Feminine Beauty.

Here in that moment i looked down into the plastic bottle as i tightly screwed the cap. Noticing the grey, milky fluid swish from side to side i was struck by the thought that my swimmers, just as suddenly as they were allowed to burst forth in joyful freedom where instantly captured and locked up just as their creator was. their moment of freedom was an cruel illusion. They being just as surely Goddesses possessions as i was.

For an instant i felt overwhelmed by deep shame at allowing this bewitching She-Wolf to so completely own me that i would sit for hours just licking Her feet, endure her countless humiliations and punishments, allow Her to imprison the very essence of my manhood just to please slightest Her whims.

i wasn’t a man so much as a thing, a pet, a servile, docile and humbled piece of property existing only for Her.

Yes, these thoughts flowed over me for in a moment of ‘clarity.’

In reality it was a moment of nonsense. One glance into Her intoxicating, liquid blue eyes and Her benevolent spell was re-set and i descended deep into joyous submission to my Goddess.

i had just resumed my humble footwork when i was started by the ringing of the doorbell.

Early on a Saturday morning?

“Go answer it, and take your specimen with you”

Grabbing the bag with its trapped male essence, i reluctantly made for the door.

Reaching it i took a deep breath, turned the handle and pulled the door open. i knew by now never to show any hesitation about my state of undress when answering the door in Her home, She was very matter of fact about these things.

As the door opened i was surprised to find a striking, young, raven-haired Woman standing there. I was instantly struck by Her searing blue eyes and felt instantly submissive and looked down towards Her shoes. It was a moment before the silence was broken during which time i felt She was giving me a full look all over. I felt suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing i was wearing was a stainless steel, locked, collar around my neck, my chain leash and another smaller steel collar hanging from the base of my semi-hard cock and plump ball sac.

Then She spoke, with a tone more stern than i expected from Her casual demeanor.

“Well, do you have it?”

It, i suddenly realized, was the few spoonfuls of my seed i held in my hand.

“Yes, yes Ma’am” i said simply, lifting the bag for Her to receive.

She took it, swirling the bottle a few times, i’m sure making my ‘boys’ cower under Her intense gaze.

She shot me a quick half smile, turned and was gone.

my mind swirled at the strange events of the morning though i knew by now never to expect an ordinary day in Goddesses world.

Tired, aching, confused, covered in sweat, my cowering cock sporting white crystalline  specks of dry cum,  collared and humiliated yet blissful.

 With rising hunger for Goddess i simply dropped to my knees, then onto my hands, i bowed my head and crawled back to Her feet.

It wasn’t yet noon, the day was young.


 

PLAYGIRL as Early CFnm / FemDom

i've always felt that Playgirl magazine deserved some credit as an early source of CFnm and FemDom, or at least Fem Supreme inspiration. i grew up in a household with a stay-at-home dad who was naturally submissive towards my bread winner Mother. Trust me that wasn't so easy in the recent past, and not simple to explain to my friends. Today that isn't unusual of course but i was always raised to show respect and deference towards Females. That example has of course served me well and Goddess even better.

my own feelings of submissiveness you might think came simply from the environment in which i was raised, and i won't argue that it played a significant part. However i think it goes much deeper than that. i have always felt hardwired that way and i believe, based on my own experiences and extensive observations of human behavior and relationships that males in general are fundamentally submissive towards our Female Goddesses.

The very first time i looked at a Female and felt those stirrings i just knew with every fiber of my being that She was in every way my superior. i craved nothing more than to fall at Her feet and worship Her.

i saw first hand how males fell all over themselves like a stupid pack of animals vying for Female attention, how these mesmerizing beauties wielded Their sexuality like a weapon against which males had no defenses.

Yet the wider world looked nothing like a place that reflected these obvious truths. It was a world of males run amok, where men held the wealth and power and the imagery of selfish, animal-like, male oriented porn drenched everything.

It was also a world on the cusp of revolution, the seeds were planted and soon enough Women would rise up and begin the long push back.

Yet sometimes when home alone I would slip into my parents bedroom and find a stack of Playgirls. Whose they were i was never sure but inside those pages i found a world much more like the one i envisioned and felt was true.

i know full well that Playgirl was a flawed concept in that it tried to create a 1:1 equivalent of playboy, in doing so making the mistake of thinking that Female and male sexuality were essentially the same. In doing so it also attracted a gay following probably greater than its Female one.

Nevertheless the concept was essentially correct for in those pages i discovered what seemed absolutely natural to me, that males could be sexually objectified by Women, that men could be stripped naked for Women's pleasure and subject to the Female Gaze. Here it was natural for males to be placed in an inferior if not humiliating position for Women's amusement.

This was a revelation and at least a beginning validation of my own feelings and beliefs.

Here on these pages, like in the world of my peers, Women were the Powerful Superior Sex and males their play-toys.

It wasn't the images of nude men that interested me but the nude men in scenes with clothed Women  who spied on them as they masturbated or felt up the naked men causing their uninhibited arousal to be put on full display for the camera. Here was CFnm in its infancy and FemDom too. These Women were in charge and took pleasure in Their power just as the stripped males took pleasure in submission to Their sexual aggression and hunger, and no doubt at the idea that countless thousands of Women readers would  be analyzing every inch of their fully displayed flesh.

For all its flaws and silliness Playgirl has to be credited as an early voice of Female Sexuality and male submission to it. 

Friday FemDom Art : The Chaste male and his Mistress

Programming note : These may be the languid late days of summer but its been a furious season for Goddesses property. We/we recently concluded a visit by the fearsome Mistress Victoria and her entourage of male servants, i returned to stripping at the club, carried out my weekly service duties at Mistress Emma's and acted as a 'teaching aid' for Mistress Emma's newly acquired males, acclimating them to Her household and the Coven, yes, more than one male BTW. On top of that it's been my annual medical checkup time with Goddesses personal physician Mistress Dr. Alison. Don't worry all will be recounted in due time.

For today though i want to continue my Friday FemDom Art series.

Today i present two pieces on the theme of a Mistress and Her naked, locked, male.

The first image, by TSR it seems, is rather playful. The voluptuous mistress holds Her male around his torso, rather possessively, Her fingers pressing his flesh, pulling him into Her web. Her expression to me seems to be that of mischievousness mixed with the intensity of a predator. Her hand on hip signals confidence while her males arms rest passively at his side communicating acceptance and openness. The artist has clearly spent time working out the Woman's features, from the full curves of Her Breasts to the width of Her hips, taking time to highlight the sensual flesh of Her exposed thigh while Her dark, imposing clothing forms a V ( for Vagina? Victory?) as it slides from Her legs.

The male is rendered rather simply, collared obviously, his expression playful yet fearful as he anticipates the pleasure and pain  he knows full well She is capable of. Tracing downwards along his torso We/we encounter his caged and locked manhood. Repressed yet dripping with excitement due to the sensual attention of his Goddess.

my overall feeling about this image is mixed. i enjoy the clean lines, the clear F/m differential yet am annoyed that his submission is not portrayed deeply enough. How dare he stand in Her presence let along make direct eye contact.

It's a playful yet somewhat unfulfilled image.

This second image is more to my liking. The male rests, naked upon his knees, head bowed and eyes downcast in the presence of such Feminine magnificence. His hands are pressed together as if in prayer to his Goddess. A thick ring fastens his semi hard cock into its slotted cage. his cock too seems downcast, locked and bowing in submission to its rightful Owner. The males knees press into a red carpet, red being the color of seduction, passion, anger and violence, all of which could be interpreted from this scene.

Towering far above the cowering male We/we see his Mistress. Hands placed on Her hips with confidence and arrogance, Her wide stance reinforces this impression. In one hand She fingers a crop, widely regarded as a symbol of Female power and authority over males and suggesting that punishment or discipline is close at hand. The artist has rendered the Mistress in fetish attire, thin strips of fabric suggestive of erotic dance yet at the same time allowing Us/us to follow the taut sensual curves of femininity.
Haughtily, Her bare Breasts squeeze out from the tight fabric straps, fully exposed, tormenting and commanding males to bow down before them. One other detail that didn't escape my attention was the color of Her hair. It seems rendered in an unnatural shade of purple, or at least purple stripes. To me this suggests the She is free to treat Her own body as a piece of art whilst Her males fulfill their natural role as tools for Her pleasure and service, obedient, docile and eager to please.

The Greatest FemDom Artists of Our/our Time Blog about Their Work and Thoughts

Undoubtedly many of You/you are familiar with the works of Nanshakh and Sardax, two artists who define the genre of FemDom art. These two seem to capture the magic of male submission to Feminine Power and Beauty like few others

Did you also know that they blog about their work.

Nanshakh, though far from a frequent blogger, has written a few articles digging into the  ideas behind his creations as well as pop culture and artistic references. His art is pure fantasy to be sure but its scenes of countless chained males kept under the whips of the haughty, arrogant, entitled beauty of their Owners is every males fantasy rendered in sublime detail. It"s my understanding that Nanshakh's real life also follows that which he creates, worshiping the sublime Goddess Herself, Saharah Eve, whose intimidating beauty and graceful arrogance he has incorporated into some of his work.

Sardax, on the other hand shows and describes his many exquisite, commissioned, artworks of real life Dominate Women often rendered with his own spin on the fantastical. Sometimes strange, and bizarre, yet always stirring the submissive male nature and giving true honor to these divine Women.