International Women's Day

Of course in Goddesses World every day is Women's Day!

The Coven is holding its annual day of celebration, the highlight of which is the evening Gathering of the Goddesses and their male worshipers.

In general this is a day for Everyone / everyone to celebrate Women for the Goddesses They are, and for males in particular to reflect on, and recommit to, our epic life journey of service to Them, the betterment of all Womankind, the crumbling of the Patriarchy, and the rise of a society guided by Female Supremacist principles for the betterment of all life on Earth.

The Visit

An old Friend of Goddess was passing through town yesterday and She and Goddess went out to diner at Her Friends hotel.

i hadn’t expected them home quite so early but There they were in the doorway at 8 PM. i rushed to the door, interrupting my kitchen cleaning, only to be greeted by a surprise demand from Goddesses Friend Gwyneth.

“ethan, be a good boy and make us two cappuccinos! Tout Suite!!”

There was no perfunctory greeting or exchange or pleasantries just a smile and a command to which i replied “of course!”

i admit i was a bit taken aback at this since Goddess had told me beforehand the Mistress Gwyneth didn’t know anything about my status or the nature of Our/our relationship. As far as She knew we were a completely “normal” couple and i also assumed the Coven was also a secret to Her.

Yet the casual, firm certainty, the playful dominant tone, of Her command made me feel something was up.

Rushing to get the espresso machine ready, i found Goddesses favourite cappuccino cups, began to pre-warm them and poured milk into the stainless steel frothing mug as the Ladies took Their seats at the dining table.

“he’s an excellent barista, You’ll be impressed!”

No pressure i thought.

Firing up the machine the air filled with the low rumble of the espresso pouring followed by the loud hissing as i steamed the milk.

i poured the foamy milk into an artful pattern in each cup and added my special touch, a dash of organic brown sugar crystals to the frothy surfaces.

I then retrieved some of Goddesses favourite European biscuits from the cupboard and added a selection to a serving tray along with some swiss chocolates.

Collecting everything i made my way to the dining room and presented my offerings to the Ladies causing them to both smile approvingly as i served Them.

While trying to seem like a conventional boyfriend i still kept my place and served them with a quietly differential attitude until Goddess waved me away with a simple hand gesture, which i was sure Mistress Gwyneth must have noticed.

Nevertheless i retreated to the kitchen to finish my earlier duties but remained within earshot should i be summoned.

i continued to be intrigued by just how much Goddess had shared with Her friend.

“I love how he’s so quiet” Mistress Gwyneth remarked to Goddess.

“Yes, he knows when to be discrete and stay out of My way, that’s for sure”

“I’ll bet he’d go down on his knees to declare his love for you!”

“Well, lets see”

“ethan, come here!”

i, of course, responded instantly to Her command with an instinctive sense of what was about to happen. Yet i could not be sure until Goddess snapped Her fingers and pointed a darkly lacquered fingertip at the floor beside Her chair.

That singular gesture i had been well conditioned to understand as meaning ‘get on your knees’ at the designated position.

i hesitated just for an instant as if not quite sure She really meant for me to display such explicit obedience in front of Her Friend. A quick glance at Her steely expression erased any such doubts however and i quickly moved to Her side and descended onto my knees, keeping my eyes downcast and head slightly bowed.

i guess there are no secrets between Friends.

“Tell Me boy”

Now i was just  ‘boy’ to Her.

“How do you feel about me?”

Without out even thinking i just blurted out,

“i Love and Adore You Goddess!”

Yes, i used Her honorific, only just realizing the implications for Mistress Gwyneth  as the words slipped past my lips.

Everything was out in the open now.

“I guess You were right Gwyn”

Goddesses words dripped with amusement.

“you can clear the table now”

Was all She casually said and i silently complied and returned to my kitchen duties.

It’s always an exciting, emotionally intense experience when Goddess reveals the true nature of Our/our relationship to Others but i’ve noticed it’s something She’s been doing with greater frequency and comfort lately as the circle of the Coven and Her business relationships grows. She seems ever more certain of Her Femdom principles and eager to encourage Others in the beauty and purity of this oh so natural lifestyle.

At the end of the evening i herd the ladies move to the door, exchanging a kiss-kiss and pleasantries.

Mistress Gwyneth even called out to me,

“Good evening ethan, it was very nice to meet you”

“Thank You Mistress Gwyneth!” came my ernest reply.

“Mistress Gwyneth! I could get used to that”

To which Goddess replied,

“Oh You should get used to that”

Friday FemDom Art : Reflected Reality

What strikes me about this cute playful cartoon is the simple everyday reality of it. The top image of a Female, casually strolling along, happy and content, as Her male follows eagerly, almost dog like, in Her wake. She pays him no attention, confident in the knowledge that, like a fawning puppy, he is there. Her casual hand gesture seeming to say, ‘stay there, behind Me’. All completely normal and casual. Her male however doesn’t seem so relaxed. Sweating under the load of Her shopping bags, He seems to communicate that He knows his place, his eyes fixed on Her subtle,  directing, hand gesture, understanding its meaning to be ‘head down, stay behind and follow’.

We/we of course see such scenes everyday if We/we are tuned in to them. Females subtlety, sometimes not so subtlety, giving commands, putting males to work for Them. males of course being hungry for the potential sexual pleasures which only She can offer,  are easy prey, eager to please and obey in hopes of reward. they will pretty much do anything making it trivial for the Female to string them along on Her invisible leash.

Everyone knows the game and we males are hardwired to play along even if the rewards to strictly rationed. we can’t help ourselves.

i recall a scene in uni where the beautiful Goddess of a Girlfriend of one of my buddies shot a look at him from across a noisy, crowded pub table, mouthing ‘lets go’. On that occasion he dared ignore Her and She escalated to the iciest expression of displeasure i’d even seen a Female project (to that point). Her look made it very clear that She expected his instant obedience and his insolence would have consequences. Even i felt ready to jump up and follow. Needless to say my buddy got the message and She marched him of with Her moments later, Her authority as a Woman clearly asserted and his expected compliance demonstrated.

i recall one Girlfriend of mine, upon deciding to start a relationship with me, laying down strict terms and conditions with which i was expected to comply. One of which was “boys need to be useful”. She wasn’t subtle about it in anyway. Being Her boyfriend was a privilege which i was expected to earn each and everyday though hard labor in Her service. There was a Girl confident in Her Feminine powers!

We/we see the same in this cartoon. A casual look at the male in the top image reveals some obvious signs of his status. Bare chested and shoeless, ragged clothes, head bowed and following Her. He’s even wearing a collar!

We take the top images to be literal and the reflection to be the reality under the surface. That being that the male is in fact Hers in the literal sense. She casually, effortlessly, joyfully, pulls him, collared and leashed, behind Her. he willingly accepts Her shackles and chains, even the collaring of his male genitalia. he follows Her blindly even though his expression is one of subtle fear, his demeanour that of surrender, defeat, and exhaustion. They/they both know that She is his  ‘raison d’etre’. 

Fashioning Change

As i served Goddesses coffee at breakfast this morning She began a causal discussion about Women’s fashion. It was Her position that as Women gain wealth and power fashion is changing from clothes designed for the male gaze to clothing which reflects comfort and Women’s sensibilities.

“Remember that stupid trend of Women wearing thongs and having their underwear visible to the ‘male gaze’, so disgusting. None of My Employees would ever dare to show Herself at the office wearing such a ridiculous outfit, not that there would be many males around to look at it anyway”

“It was such a misogynist fad, encouraging men to sneak a peak and maybe more, to see Women as sexual playthings”

“Look what’s happened to Victoria’s Secret”, that company is in real trouble. Why? I’ll bet its because a large fraction of its clientele were men wanting to dress up Women to conform to their lecherous  Barbi doll fantasies”

She looked directly, accusingly, in my direction as She said that.

“Yes, Goddess” being the only acceptable response.

“With MeToo it’s no surprise that fashion is in turmoil, Women are rising up!”

More Comment & Reply

Ethan, Well-said. I totally agree with what you say. A few men have ruled the majority of males and all Women through violence and intimidation. Only a few males benefit and actually rule, while the rest follow along like sheep. That’s a clue right there: the large majority of males are not leaders; they are followers. I’ve always liked Valerie Solanas’s “SCUM Manifesto.” The part that always struck me as subversively true was this statement: Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through and fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics -- emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness, objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness, etc -- and projecting onto women all male traits -- vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. The point is that by the process of projection males have foisted onto females all the qualities the mass of weaker males refuse to accept in themselves. Without the artificial construct of patriarchy it is really males who are vain weak, timid, dependent, mindless, passive, envious, frivolous, and weak. Women are the ones who naturally strong, dynamic, assertive, independent, self-confident, nasty, selfish, freewheeling, thrill-seeking, and arrogant (Solanas’ words). Above all, women are cool and groovy, and men secretly know it and envy it. As the position of men declines, their once repressed inner nature is allowing Women’s potential, buried nature to be restored. And it is glorious to behold! Am I wrong to think that this topsy-turvy description of the two genders touches something very deep inside both males and Women? Is there not some emerging desire in human civilization for it to BE true? None of this can be proven conclusively at this time. The Women and males of the next few generations will have to demonstrate it in the lives they build on the ruins of patriarchy. In the shorter run, however, we can look at the growing numbers of successful female led relationships, and how happy males are being subordinate followers once freed from patriarchal norms. The great compensation for males as you say, is the subspace that allows them to worship superior Females. Back to my earlier point: we need to deconstruct the whole category of men with its falsely attributed characteristics. The more we dismantle the false self-image of men through relentless criticism, lecturing, taunting, teasing, and abject humiliation, the more the much older, deeply buried self-image can be restored. (that’s why I totally love the image of you or any man chained helplessly in the kitchen subject to the Female Gaze—and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this!) As the British feminist Suzanne Moore puts it: “I want to see this class (of men) broken. There can’t be even basic equality for women without taking away the power of men.” In other words, the way forward is not only to ruthlessly attack men’s self-image, but to eliminate their access to power in politics, society, and the family. But, the result will not be the equality many feminists still say they want. It will be supremacy, and males will be quite happy with it. L

L, once again a powerful and thoughtful comment. i think you are onto something concerning male incompleteness and the relentless pursuit of the Female by the male in a futile quest to quench this feeling of being incomplete. Goddess notes that even in the so called patriarchal male dominated society of recent times the so called superior / dominant cock wielders remain not simply sexually attracted to, or intrigued, by the Female, but utterly obsessed with Her. All around us We/we are constantly bombarded with images of Females as Sexual Goddesses. In advertising, bill boards, television programs, magazines, comics, art, movies and all forms of everyday vanilla media Females are presented as highly sexualized creatures after which the male lusts. That doesn’t even touch on the entire porn industry creating an endless flow of hyper-sexualized images of these Goddesses for which males have an insatiable appetite. Whether in mild form such as swim suit magazines or the hardest of hard core porn, males can’t get enough. It’s their obsession, and it’s not a new one. Look at the depictions of females in cave art and primitive sculpture. Look to the ever popular Dominatrix iconography which so many males are enthralled by, whether or not they admit it. Such blatant displays of raw Female Power stir males submissive souls as well as their cocks.

In today's connected world there is an endless supply of male oriented porn on tap and males seem to spend so much time consuming it one could argue they have developed an addiction to Goddess Worship. Imagine what these porn obsessions are doing to already weak male academic scores.

In all these ways the true nature of males is revealed. How is it that a so-called superior gender is so completely obsessed with the so-called inferior One. Sure, Females appreciate males sexually and love sex but where’s the Female obsession? Interest and desires yes, but obsession, not even close. Yet the simple sight of a highly sexual and / or dominant Female will propel a males cock to attention, fix his gaze on Her and completely overwhelm his mind whether or not he really wishes it. his body, mind, and true nature betray the male every single time.

Of course many men fully understand this innate Female Power and fear the implications of it. Those implications being that it is the Female Who wields real power and control over the male gender, that it is She who is the true Goddess, the source of life itself, of wisdom, and intelligence. It’s not for nothing that so many religions try to cover up the Female form, an irresistible burning flame that magnetically attracts the male, in helpless submission, to kneel and bow before Her beauty. he knows of no other way to respond but to submit to Her as Her figurative or literal slave.

males are nothing more than a pussy-whipped slave gender, whose seed is harvested by the Devine Feminine and whose muscles provide labor and service for the greater cause, Hers, the literal life giving force.


And of course We/we are now faced with a crumbling patriarchy slowly disintegrating as the rebellious Superior Gender asserts Her Goddess given rights and talents. Just look at the spectacular success of Women in education, of Female business leaders, a bold new wave of Feminist politicians, of Women’s growing wealth and the vast body of empirical evidence for the superiority of the Female. The trend is crystal clear, Women are rising as males fall down.

Look also at ‘Metoo’, how brave Women, no longer willing to stand for male disrespect and entitlement are bringing so many high status males  crashing down to the ground. And the Women’s marches to assert Their rights, and the environmental crusaders, leading a largely Female fronted movement to save humanity from the destructive patriarchy.

In all these causes look not only at the powerful Female voices but note how many males stand with them and follow these Female leaders simply because they see the truth of the cause and respond naturally to Female leadership, falling into line behind the Superior Gender.



See also some good points from orion about Why Women are Superior

Thoughtful Comment form L

Here's a fantastic comment on my previous post  and some of my quick thoughts about it

There’s a larger point to be made here. Mainstream feminists increasingly see that the roots of male violence and social dysfunction are so deep that politics as usual is no longer viable. There needs to be a new goal of eliminating the entire category of “men” and masculinity and starting over. One feminist put it this way: “I do think the concept of “manliness” needs to be taken out and shot.” She asks individual males to “start hating men-as-a-group in the same way that feminists hate them — not as a way that encourages automatic hostility towards members of the group, but a way where you want to see the group disbanded and its charter destroyed and cast to the winds and forgotten.” To that I say: ‘amen,” and I say “long live misandry.”

What you and your Goddess are doing a really cutting-edge work. It’s about destroying any vestige of male pride, independence, and privilege, and rebuilding—utterly humiliating men—and ON THAT BASIS redefining a new category for males of the species. All reality starts in fantasy, and your Goddess is making Hers and yours (as she says, cocks don’t lie) come true. Very beautiful.

L 

L,

What a very thoughtful reply. i think you really get to the core of it. So much of toxic patriarchal values were built around the idea of 'male unity',  putting severe pressure on males to conform to a common set of values whether or not individual males agreed with them. Through violence and intimidation of those males who refused to conform males were indoctrinated into a culture, through brute force and male unity, where power, wealth, education, and privilege were taken and held by males. Or i should say by a very few males who were able to concentrate power with themselves at everyone else’s expense, both Female and male.

Such a culture of course degraded the Sacred Feminine to the extent that its propaganda indoctrinated a view of Women as sexual playthings, property, domestic help, and inferior to males. Any who didn’t conform were labeled ‘whores’ or heretics to be dealt with accordingly through acts of violence or reputational shaming.

But of course many individual males understood that even as they towed the patriarchal line they themselves could see and feel the reality of Female Power.

And of course Women would rebel and begin to take back Their natural place as the leaders of human society. In doing so They gained ever greater education, wealth, power, and refused to conform to male expectations. And what do males do when confronted by Female Power? Why they submit of course, that’s a natural reflex for males. After all Females are the literal givers of life itself and their psycho-sexual power seems, as if by design, able to subdue and enslave males to Her.

Females also seem to have an innate ability to shatter male unity. Pretty much any group of males inwardly focused on themselves becomes instantly thrown into chaos in the presence of an alluring Female as all the males become focused on Her and descend into infighting as they compete for Her attention. A Female has the ability to literally atomize any pack of roving males and bring its members individually into line.

males are hardwired to be almost hypnotized by the Female form and to strive to please Her at almost any cost or effort.  ‘The Coven’ is simply a group of these Alpha-Females who understand their innate power over males and ruthlessly exploit that power, and male weakness before it. The countless eager males willing to assume such positions and all those stiff cocks responding to such Female Power is simply a manifestation of these Women’s divine Goddess Nature and the natural state of males as slaves to that power. The more Females exercise Their power the further down into submission males descend to the point where they exist in a spiritual state of worshiping the Female with their body and mind. As Elise Sutton put it in one of Her wonderful books, subspace is that place where the Female rules supreme. Where the male exists in a worshipful state of awe towards the Female.



For males subspace is true spiritual enlightenment.

So in ever increasing ways society is turning, the future is indeed Female. Not all males will surrender so eagerly, but bit by bit, the trends seem clear. Powerful Women will use Their natural intelligence, beauty and Goddess Power to subdue males for their betterment and pleasure. The result will be a more harmonious human society that will benefit both Female and male.

Last Night / Domestic Thoughts

Update 02/11/19 : Added some additional comments at the and a thanks for the kind comments!

For Goddess the past few weeks have been increasingly stressful. She’s in the midst of a big business deal that She’s hoping to seal in the coming weeks. Needless to say Her stress level has been sky high and Her interest in playing with me pretty much absent.

i’ve effectively been put into ‘service mode’, and have had to live without much physical contact let alone anything sexual. As She keeps reminding me though, “there’s nothing sexier than seeing you cook, clean, and do dishes!”

So obviously everything in Her world is shining and spotless as i’ve channeled my sexual frustrations into doing what is expected of me to an almost superhuman level.

Last night though, seeing how distracted and stressed She was as She lay in Her soft pajamas, curled up next to my naked frame in Her bed, i thought i’d try to help her relax. Offering a message, She reluctantly agreed though She warned me She was someplace else in Her head.

She didn’t fail to notice my stiff erection however, but deflated me by simply saying She wasn’t in the mood to play with me.

Nevertheless i was able to gently coax Her out of Her top, i admit, selfishly giving myself a glorious view of Her audacious curves and doing nothing to calm my pulsing manhood or lesson my desire for Her. Slowly i began to kneed into Her tight back muscles with my strong hands. i cold sense Her resisting me. Frustrated but undeterred i leaned in to nuzzle the gentle curve of Her neck, planting soft but urgent kisses, tracing Her neckline with my wet tongue. Breathing warmly into Her ear i gently traced along the side of Her soft breasts with my fingers. She let out a soft gasp of surprised pleasure. i sensed She didn’t expect me to be so bold.

i was making progress. Next, with some trepidation, i slipped my hands under Her hoping to encourage Her to turn over. Reluctantly She agreed and i helped Her into position. Becoming ever bolder, kneeling there above Her on the bed, i took a moment to bask in admiration at Her beauty, my cock danced hungrily and not being able to resist i leaned in, placed a hand on each side of the waistline of Her pajamas, i began to tease them down, carefully attuned to  any hint of resistance, knowing full well i could be on the receiving end of Her fury if my unsolicited move wasn’t welcome So intoxicated by Her that i was willing to risk a good thrashing i took a breath and steeled myself. Finding no resistance i pressed my luck, and pulled the soft garment slowly, reverently, down and away.

All that now rested between Us/us was the thin black strip of Her lace g-string panties.  i sat there for a moment, my eyes tracing Her curves, lips, breasts, flat firm tummy, down over the barely covered mound of Her divine sex, across long tawny, tanned legs to Her beautiful, petite, feet, noting each darkly lacquered toenail, my very own handy-work.

For a second my mind drifted and i weirdly thought of how male spiders are drawn irresistibly to the deadly Female even though She is perfectly willing to literally consume them. They can’t resist Her allure. Aren’t we males all spidermen now, addicted to and utterly consumed by our beautiful, alluring, radiant Goddesses. Literal slaves to Their beauty. Proudly Pussy-Whipped.

These swirling thoughts  caused me to involuntarily squeeze my ass-cheeks, pushing a bolus of pre-cum to my cock tip. It sat there for a long moment as i eyed it overflow into a rivulet that streamed in slow motion downward, leaving a growing wet spot on the sheets.

Unable to resist, all thoughts other than of Her driven from my mind, guided only by basic instinct and overwhelmed by submissive desire, with both hands i lifted Her sacred foot to my lips. i engulfed Her toes, swirling my strong tongue around each one in turn, all the while kneading Her foot with strong fingers.

Her low moan of pleasure was thrilling as She pushed Her toes deeply into my hungry mouth. Debasing myself before Her, kneeling, sweating, stiff-cocked, dripping, sucking, and licking the lowest part of Her imperious being, fully displaying my complete burning lust for this Goddess, the incarnation of the mysterious Feminine. We/we both fully understood the potent erotic symbolism, that i existed only for Her, lost in Her, consumed by Her, owned by Her.

Devoid of male pride i reached out and held Her other foot aloft beside the other, working my mouth between Her toes hungrily and eagerly, She seemed so relaxed, offering up each foot for my fevered adoration.

All the while my eager, hungry manhood begged for the paradise of Her maddening hot sex.

Having ravished Her toes i slowly slipped my lips down the length of Her legs, covering each long firm leg with hot wet kisses and long, slow, licks. Her taste, irresistible.

Eyeing the glorious prize just beyond those expensive black panties i brought my hard wet tongue flat against the fabric, letting it linger, wetting the surface and pressing the shape of Her lips and their intoxicating taste onto me.

She trembled ever so slightly at my tongue work, pressing Her sex urgently against my mouth. Trembles became hungry excited squeals and gasps as i worked my flicking tongue around the edge of the panties fabric, sliding between them and Her mound, slicking the folds with my tightly, if awkwardly placed tongue.

Not able to take any more of this i roughly pulled Her panties to the side, my hunger beyond control, I brought my desperate lips once more to Her divine Sex, opening my mouth, i extended my tongue and unfolded Her for my worship.

Finding Her bud already stiff i swirled around it with my eager, hungry tongue, pressing against Her, encircling, flicking, and sucking like my life depended on this and nothing else.

By now She was breathing deeply, gasping with each well placed press of my tongue. Her wetness began to flow and i slipped my furious tongue into Her soaking temple, pressing and licking against its upper surface, a move that always sends Her into orbit.

This time being no different.

Seized with pleasure She raised Herself against me as if trying to devour me. Gripping my hair roughly She pressed the hot, sticky wetness of Her sex against my face, literally rubbing me in that which my massive aching cock so desired.

Slipping my tongue out of Her i again pushed against the swollen hardness of Her fiery clit, pressing and flicking with all my weeks of pent up, chained up, locked down, caged, mind bending lust until She exploded in uncontrolled giggles and Her body twitched giddily. Pulling my face against Her again, for emphasis, She very slowly rode out the shock of pleasure before She released me.

Thinking i might still have a chance now that She had loosened up i reached up and began to caress the fullness of Her breasts but to my crushing disappointment She simply slapped my hands away.

“Enough! you did your job”



Disappointed, my lust undiminished, i just lay there for a moment, breathing deeply, fighting to regain some composure, before i decided to slide up beside Her. my still pulsing hardness didn’t however, escape Her notice. Without saying a word She wrapped my stiff shaft in a firm grip. Pumping me slowly, my precum slicked Her fingers, lubricating Her efforts.

I did everything to silently urge Her on, but again, She wasn’t going to be’ dick-tated’ to by any male. Stroking me slowly She seemed to be contemplating my hardness and desperation before simply stating

“I’m going to keep you this way, I like you staved and focused”


i long ago resigned myself to the fact that She owes me no favors, sexual or otherwise, and that i can only have what She deigns to give and i’m to be thankful for it.

my male ‘suffering’ isn’t Her problem, if anything She takes a certain, unashamed, pleasure in stoking my red hot lust while keeping Her thirst quenching self just out of reach. As a male, once a Goddess infects your soul, you are finished as a self actualizing being. From then on all of your labor, toil, sweat, and tears are for Her. There is no ‘me’, only Her. Her wants, Her needs, Her desires. These are a males only purpose.

Releasing me She reached behind and groped an ass cheek.

“Have you been slacking off on your workouts, your ass doesn’t seem as hard as it used to, you know your firm butt is one of my favorite things about you?”

i noted Her concern and assured Her it would get my full attention.

Then She was back to business, talking about how this big deal would combine two Female lead companies to create a Girl-Power-House. She is going to meet Her counterpart next week and how the two almost seemed to be soul sisters. A lot was riding on this meeting.

As She talked business i just stared in awe and Her beauty, intelligence and ambition. At one point She noticed my burning lust which by now had thoroughly wetted the bedsheets and again took my full hardness in the soft warmth of Her hand this time just holding me there before looking deeply into my eyes,

“you know there’s noting I find sexier than a man doing housework, right?”

With that i was encouraged out of Her bed, this sacred space.

Slowly walking naked across the room, my hardness bouncing as i gave Her a full view of my assets, front to back,  i returned again to my domestic duties.

An uninformed viewer might have wondered why a naked male, washing dishes, would be sporting a stiff full length erection.

I suspect none of today’s Alpha-Girls would express any surprise at such a sight.

Once Goddess told me matter-of-factly that a ‘modern boys place is in the kitchen’, and that a ‘man who can’t cook is useless’.

“Remember that old complaint Women had about being ‘chained to the kitchen’?”

To emphasize Her point She had me install a series of heavy D-rings along the lower baseboards of Her huge modern kitchen. After approving of the job She ordered me to kneel before Her as She went behind me and locked a stainless steal manacle to my left ankle. From there, She ordered me to retrieve a length of heavy stainless steal chain and some padlocks from the garage and to lock my manacled leg to a D-ring at the base of the kitchen island. I then spent the entire Saturday literally chained to the kitchen preparing everything for that evenings dinner party with members of ‘The Coven’.

At the party She kept me chained that way the entire evening as a demonstration for Her guests. Again the potent symbolism of this sight wasn’t lost on the Ladies of ’The Coven’ Who smiled, commented, and laughed Their  extreme approval, especially noting that my hard cock showed just how into it i truly was, how naturally a male took to 'domestic service'.

 Nor was the symbolism lost on any of the boys brought along to attend to the party, who seemed quietly unnerved by the spectacle but of course refrained from commenting. their opinions didn’t matter anyway, though the sight of some of their stiff cocks betrayed them.

Here for All / all to see was the ‘new-age man’.

Was he complaining about being kept naked and shackled to his Goddesses kitchen?

No, not at all.

he wasn’t permitted to complain. his twitching hardness spoke for him.

P.S Thanks for the comments! No doubt Goddess likes to make a statement that's for sure and She seldom hesitates to make an example of me. She really sets the tone for 'The Coven' and has emboldened Her fellow Alpha-Girls to realize Their own dreams and fantasies.

That night, as i noted, the other males seemed especially subdued and servile, as if seeing one of their own so humiliated and degraded  was a bold physical statement of both how they were viewed by the Women of 'The Coven' and what was expected of them.

It was also such a statement vis--a-vie the whole notion of 'male pride', demonstrating for all to see that the only form of 'male pride' recognized in the world of these Alpha-Females was a males pride in serving and submitting to Women.

And as i said i noted many of the males sporting stiff hard-on's that evening so the whole scene definitely touched their submissive nature. As Goddess says the most honest part of a man is his cock. It always speaks the truth even when he is too ashamed to say the words.

That evening i also met Mistress Natalie for the first time. This lovely raven haired Goddess eased up to me at my kitchen station as i worked. After acknowledging Her presence by kneeling, bowing to Her and placing a kiss upon Her proffered toes, with a rattling of my chain i rose up again and resumed my duties. All the while She just Stood there next to me, arms folded, taking a periodic sip of Merlot from Her wine glass as Her steely grey eyes seemed to take all the time in the world lingering over every inch of my naked, shackled, frame. She never said a word to me but made me feel self conscience and objectified as She silently emphasized the Female / male differential.

Friday Femdom Art

A Goddess resplendent, relaxes with a drink, wrapped in a think, soft, luxurious, towel, on a comfortable chair.

Beneath Her, still cold and wet, Her collared male is not permitted to leave the water until She gives Her word. All the while She takes Her time, drying off and relaxing as he is made to stare up at Her in all of Her glory from beneath Her sacred feet, all the while kept silent as She casually rests a foot upon his mouth, physically and symbolically demonstrating that his male voice, his male needs, and his male suffering are of no concern to Her.

 ‘Stay there and shut up’

Perhaps too he is mesmerized by the alluring anklet that gently encircles Her lower leg, strategically placed to draw a males gaze and deepen his submission to his Goddess.

Her beguiling toes beckon, his manhood aches for Her.

All this She knows full well for it’s the eternal dance of Feminine Power and male weakness.

 males are irresistibly drawn to Her burning flame, all their vulnerabilities on full display, they are rendered helpless when bathed in Her heat.

She can exploit him without mercy, and She will.

Observations on the Female Future

Out for an evening walk, Goddess and i happened upon a police incident with multiple police vehicles on the scene, flashing lights, blocked streets, the whole works. It looked like something serious was going down. Goddess couldn't help but stop to chat with One of the attending Officers. I couldn't hear what They talked about as i stood a respectful distance back from Them. i did make eye contact with the officers a couple of times. Despite being fully equipped in uniform i didn't fail to notice Her full Merlot colored lips and fawn like Brown eyes. Of course every time She made eye contact with me i looked down in deference, not to Her status as a cop, but as a Woman of authority. While They chatted i scanned up and down the street and it struck me that every single police officer on the scene was actually a Woman.

Gone are the days when it was assumed that Women weren't  tough enough to do so-called 'men's' work.

Returning, Goddess asked me if i noticed something.

"yes Goddess i replied, all the police are Women"

"Exactly!" She almost squealed back at me. I talked to the officer about that very thing and She told me that the police force here is almost at a 50:50 mix of Females and males.

"you know what that means don't you boy?"

"That soon enough the police will be Female dominated?" i replied

"Exactly, isn't that something?"

"yes Goddess it is"

Quotidien Goddess Anecdote

Goddess and i are in Her condo in the city this week. i’ve been prepping the evening meal and baking bread all morning. Goddess had told me when She left for Her office that She would be back for lunch, so i’d also have to prepare lunch for Her.

Then got a phone call shortly before She was scheduled to arrive. She told me She won’t be able to stay for lunch as planned so i’m to pack Her lunch so She can return to the office with it, She has an unscheduled meeting right after lunch and there is a lunchtime thing for the birthday of One of Her top Employees, Erika.

i offered to bring a lunch to Her but She insisted on dropping by the condo.

A few minutes later She comes through the door in a flurry of activity. Sweeping through the kitchen She grabs the lunch from my proffered hand, smiles sweetly, says everything smells wonderful. “you’re making bread too, right?”, “of course" i smile back.

Giving me a deep kiss, She grasps my bobbing cock in Her soft hand, squeezes it firmly but gently, smiles the sweetest smile and is off again.

Another little quotidien episode in the life of a Goddess.

i suspect She also enjoyed making a quick little whirlwind inspection of Her property and domain to ensure that everything was to Her liking, which it seems like it very much is.


A male in Her world is always kept on his toes, or knees, ready to spring into action when Her whims or busy Alpha-Girl schedule dictates.

Friday Femdom Art : Witchy Woman

Ah yes the Witch! Here She sits, nude, casually resting, Her long bewitching hair blowing in the wind as She glances back at us with an inscrutable expression on Her face. Resting upon that classic symbol of the Witch, Her magical broom from which She can fly up and away.

In patriarchal tradition Witches are portrayed as the possessors of evil magic powers that threaten the very fabric of decent society. In reality these were often brave, stubborn, Women who stood up to patriarchal injustice and challenged male power. Which of course couldn't be allowed, and so such crazy ideas must be exterminated before they could ever take root. They must be evil!

In reality of course Women's real magic isn't rooted in evil at all, but is a sublime manifestation of the Goddess. What males do find magical and powerful, if not threatening, is Women's true magic powers, Their mysterious sexuality, which can render males helpless, addicted and distracted to the point of madness. It's that Female Power which males have found both scary and irresistible, that is Her true magic.

The magical ability to seduce and enslave the male for the greater good, to bring forth life itself.

Sex Objekt

“you do realize that I wasn’t the only One who wanted you, right?”

Goddess let the comment drop so casually i didn’t comprehend. Filled with the endorphin rush of having spent the last hour and a half orally pleasuring Her to a fourth then fifth shattering orgasm, Her scent coated my fingers and Her taste lingered on my sticky tongue, it took a moment for me to register the comment.

i looked up over Her mind bending curves to Her soft, sensuous lips as She casually ran Her fingers through my hair.

i must have given Her a quizzical look so She continued,

“Really? No?”

“Well, you remember that first time I brought you around to meet The Girls (by ‘The Girls’ She of course meant virtually the entire Coven at that time).

“Well, you caused quite the stir in Our little group.”

“Oh don’t act so surprised boy, you in your form fitting t-shirt and jeans, all hard muscles with that tight ass, and tanned all over”

“oh and those shimmering blue eyes of yours, oh wow!”

She pressed my face against Her sticky sex again, i parted my lips and released my eager tongue, prying Her open, and pressing against the upper surface of Her soaking hot pussy.

She moaned, then regaining some composure continued.

“I don’t think there was a dry pussy in the room when they caught sight of you”

Goddess giggled at the memory and gasped as my tongue swirled around Her swollen clit, slicking it with the wetness of Her own excitement.

“Th...there was lots of talk about you among The Girls after that. Virtually Everyone wanted to either fuck you or have you down on your hand and knees licking Their boots, or both.”

i pulled my mouth back to listen carefully.

“Before that time The Girls of course had been steadily parading Their latest playthings through the Group but We’d made a decision around that time to start keeping some the best boy-toys around on a longer term basis. you know, to put some of that muscle and testosterone to work for the betterment of Womankind.”

“We’d talked a lot about that before developing Our ideas and philosophies and putting them into practice as “The Coven”.

“And when We found you, well, with your shy demeanor, rock hard body and, did I mention those blue blue blue eyes of yours well. We weren’t going to let you get away.”

“There was lots of talk about you, every inch of you if you catch my drift. Everyone wanted to see what you were packing in your pants.”

Goddess smiled, “We nearly had a full on cat-fight over Who was going to be the one to capture and leash you.”

“One thing Everyone was sure of though was that They could have you if They wanted”

“Your just radiated shyness and submissiveness.”

Goddess bit Her lower lip remembering that time. i just smiled and nodded in agreement.

Every time We got together in the next few weeks we talked about you, not just Who would get to keep you but just how we’d handle you collectively.

“Eventually My argument won out, after all, ‘finders keepers’. We did make some decisions about how to handle any new males collectively though. One night over lots of wine We wrote out all the principles of ‘The Coven’ and agreed that while our boys would be the principle property of their original ‘Keeper’ you’d also be shared with The Coven, with individual Goddesses and as a group”.

“It’s not for nothing that I put you up on stage to strip off so that Women can enjoy every...last...inch of you. It’s a way to share you with other Women and completely objectify you, so that E(e)veryone knows your purpose, not just you”.

“It’s also not for nothing that I invited all the Girls over to see you ‘stripped and whipped’ for the first time. It wasn’t for your dirty little mind alone that I made you go around the circle on hands and knees to kiss each and everyone of those Goddesses feet. Though it was obvious that you enjoyed it too, judging from your rock hard dripping cock.”

“That took care of any doubt that you belonged to Us”.

“Everyone could see just what a perfect slaveboy you are”.

“Of course following My example all the Girls have started collecting their own males and have developed a ruthless taste for exploiting you helpless, willing, boys”.

By now Goddess was into full lecture mode and i was listening with rapt attention.

i was absolutely amazed to hear all this. i never realized on that day that i’d been led into a den of She-Wolves bent on the full blown exploitation and subjugation of the male species.

i was being looked over like a bull at auction, every inch of me subject to a collective roving Female gaze, being evaluated for my sexual potential. Even the contents of my pants the focus of intense speculation.

It was beyond my imagination to believe that i was being evaluated not as a person but as a piece of property whose ownership would be contested amongst this Pack of Fierce Females but whose status as just that, property, was never even questioned. The only thing left to be determined was exactly which of Them would be the One to collar and leash me. At Whose feet would i ultimately bow down at. That i would be collared, leashed and bowed was never in doubt to these Women, being both perceptive and used to having Their way made any other outcome impossible to imagine.  

Of course on that day my status in Their Eyes remained unknown to me. All i knew was that i was meeting Goddesses Girl Friends and being overwhelmed by Their impressive intelligence, beauty and status. Each and every one on them wealthy, successful, beautiful and oh so intimidating.

i must have come across as quite shy and intimidated, which i was just learning, made me that much more alluring.

On that day i had no inkling that i was being sized up like a slab of beef-cake. Not one of Them let on, not a word or gesture to make me think what was really happening was really happening.

i was being treated purely as a sex object and nothing else. The only thing on Their minds when They met me was ‘what would it by like to fuck him?’

Of course today i don’t really think its at all strange to be thought of that way but at the time, if i’d known, it would have been a very strange thing for me.

Believe it or not i’d never thought of myself that way. Adolescence was a difficult and awkward time for me and hit earlier for me than my other male friends which made me the subject of both fascination and ridicule from Girls.

i had all the usual terrors, changing voice, bad skin, rapid growth where my body out paced my ability to control it.

my interactions with Girls were not always great, as i mentioned before i was routinely ‘bullied’ psychologically and found Girls suddenly both irresistible and intimidating. Which of course is ultimately at odds with any sense of male ego, making my attempts at any kind of machismo utterly ridiculous and insincere (which it virtually always is in my opinion).

i never got the impression that Girls were really all that interested or if some were i was so scared of them i think i put them off.

Anyway by the time i grew out of adolescence my physical self may have matured but in my own mind i was still that awkward kid.

In fact one of the reasons i put so much energy into working out and developing my physique was a reaction to this thinking.

Even after having relationships with some absolutely beautiful Women i still felt insecure. There were also many gorgeous Women that i was quite interested in but who showed no interest in return, which of course kept me doubting myself. Even in relationships i could be wracked by insecurities and sometimes my Girlfriends recognized that and exploited it. One in particular always like to remind me that while She liked me right now, She could always change Her mind. i of course know now this was just a little mind fuck designed to keep me striving to please Her and not slacking in my attention and devotion to Her. Well played on Her part, but still.

That’s why i couldn’t even conceive of a group of such incredible Women all thinking about me as this object of lust that They craved to own. It was beyond my comprehension really.

That’s why when Goddess first commented on my “big cock” i actually thought She was just mocking me. i’d never really thought of myself as possessing such a huge asset and just demurred not comprehending that it was a statement of fact if not a complement. Only when She showed me a scientific paper with the distribution of male size did i finally understand the truth. i’m always amazed at Women’s ability to grasp the essential truth about me that i don’t even realize myself.

If i’ve learned anything about Women it’s that They want a man who can please Them sexually and who will do what he’s told without any questions.

The game between Females and males has always been one of Beauty and intelligence versus size and strength.

And believe me Beauty and intelligence always has the real power. It’s Women's Psyco-Sexual Power that renders the male helpless and docile under Her spell so that She can exploit his physical powers for Her betterment. All males know deep down they are wired to be submissive towards Women and that we must devote ourselves to Their needs and desires, sacrificing everything for Them.


The Female imperative is THE imperative. Always and only.