The male 'Crisis'

Goddesses 18 year old Niece was at the estate on the weekend visiting Her favourite Aunt. This vibrant young Women is a sight for anyone to behold. If anyone has any doubt that the Female Future is dawning one only has to meet this spectacular young Goddess to know the future of humanity is in good hands. A statuesque raven haired beauty of 5’ 9” who would not look out of place in a group of supermodels. Even more impressive than Her soaring height is Her soaring intellect. Goddess never fails to point out how many academic awards Her whip smart Niece collects. Even a casual conversation with Her alerts anyone to the simple fact that They are interacting with a young Woman of remarkable, even by the high standards of young Women, intellect.

One Who doesn't suffer fools gladly.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in that family that’s for sure.

The reason for Becky’s visit today was to organize the details of Her summer internship at Goddesses firm. This information was casually conferred to me by goddess along with precise instructions about which drinks and refreshments to serve Her guest.

Oh and don’t get the idea that I’m permitted to refer to Goddess favourite Niece with such a casual and informal title as ‘Becky’. That’s for close friends and family only. To me She is to always be addressed as ‘Miss Rebekah’, and yes the ‘Miss’ part is obligatory as i was pointedly reminded of at the business end of one of Goddesses riding crops after failing to pay attention to such formalities during one of ‘Miss Rebekah's’ previous visits. The reminding was of course done in private after Goddesses young guest has departed.

As for my place in this formidable family of sisters, daughters and nieces well I’m not part of it in any way. Certainly not ‘uncle’ ethan to this incredible young Woman.

I don’t actually know to what extent ‘Miss Rebekah’ understands the nature of my relationship with Her Aunt though it’s obvious that She is curious and perceptive. On occasion I’ve been in their presence while serving them and been explicitly referred to by Goddess as Her ‘servant’. It doesn't seem to be much of a conversation topic in my presence though it is clear that Miss Rebekah is comfortable not just with being served by me but also giving me, an older male, orders with the assumption that they will be fulfilled.

Which of course they are.

Now don’t get any ideas here, nothing sexual could even be permitted between myself and Goddesses Niece. If i was to even think in that direction Goddess has told me in no uncertain terms that She would, and i quote Her precisely here, “personally separate my worthless testicles from my body and stuff them down my throat”.

“I see the way you look at Her. She’s irresistibly beautiful to you like She is to all men, you’re no better that any other male in that regard so I don't have to guess what you think of Her”.

Shamefully i had to admit She was of course right. We’re just wired that way i guess.

I also knew full well Goddess would follow through on Her rather graphic threat.

Anyway i was present serving these two Alpha-Women when Their conversation tuned to the subject of boys. Specially the boys at Miss Rebekah's school.

“Are there any you find interesting?” inquired Goddess.

Miss Rebekah made this annoyed, dismissive facial expression.

“No, they are all so disrespectful, i would never put up with their crap”

“Disrespectful?”

“Yes, towards Girls, it’s unbelievable”

Goddess looked dismayed, “What is it with boys, such losers the lot of them”

“You’re right about that, and stupid too, they all get lousy grades and don’t care, they don’t care about anything but video games, sports, pot and porn”

“Last week we had a calculus exam, not one boy got an A, not one. It’s like they’re a different species from Us”

“You might be right about that Becky. I also suspect they are afraid of You more than anything”

“You might me right about that auntie. There was this one boy, Jon, who was always catcalling me, being totally disrespectful to Me. Finally I had enough. One day i just marched right up to him and stared him down, screaming at him asking if he had something to say to me? I was so angry I just let loose on him, poking my sharp nailed finger into his chest, berating him.”

“he got really sheepish at that point, couldn't find a word to say to me, just red faced, staring down at my feet as i slapped him across the face and pushed him back against the wall before storming off’

“I was so sure i was going to get in so much trouble but you know what? Nothing happened, absolutely nothing. Well not nothing exactly. Jon never once disrespected me again after that. In fact he usually avoids eye contact altogether though i do catch him staring at me sometimes when he thinks I’m not looking. It’s like he’s afraid of me now, yet at the same time kind of fascinated by Me. Whatever it is I kind of like it this way”

The two Women engage in giggling, knowing, laughter at that.

“You know, kind of the way ethan looks at you, that mix of fascination and fear”

“Well, Becky, I am fascinating and he certainly does fear Me!”

More girlish laughter, then Goddess became serious.

“Ethan, aren’t you supposed to be hand washing my lingerie today?”

“Yes Ma’am” came my somewhat sheepish reply, having not expected Goddess to issue such an explicit and revealing question in Miss Rebekah’s presence.

The young Woman suddenly looked wide eyed at Her aunt and then at me as if this question and answer had suddenly revealed to Her something about the nature of my relationship to Her aunt, as if She suddenly understood that maybe boys could be useful after all.

I could see in Her bemused expression the suggestion of pieces of a puzzle beginning to click into place.

“Ethan does all the housework around here, he cooks, cleans, does my laundry, the shopping, errands, washes the cars, whatever daily tasks I need done”

“like I said he’s my servant and servants serve, that’s what they’re for. That he just happens to be a male, and a beautiful one at that, well, that just makes it so much more satisfying”

Miss Rebekah now seemed to hang on Her aunts every word but before I could hear any more Goddess snapped Her finger and with a French tipped gesture pointed towards the door. I was dismissed.

Making my way to the laundry room i sorted out all of Goddesses intimates and organized a work station, proceeding to carefully, gently, wash each piece. I’m always amazed out just how the variety and quantity of lingerie Goddesses owns, all of it beautiful, sensual and expensive.

As i proceeded my mind wandered. I recalled Goddess mentioning that Miss Rebekah will be going to university in the Fall, at a prestigious nearby school, to study business, just like Her Aunt. It’s the same University Goddess attended and to which She provides a large annual donation that funds academic scholarships. Goddess told me that She requested that the funds be explicitly made available only to Female students. The school politely informed Her that this wouldn’t be permitted as it would be seen as discriminatory against males but Goddess has Her ways and enormous influence at the University. She as able to reach an understanding that an occasional token male could win one of the awards if he truly met the rigorous academic requirements but that the school had to ensure that no less that 95% of the funds went to Females. It turned out that the academic performance of Women has so eclipsed the male student population that this arrangement was hardly even necessary. To date less than 0.5% of the funds have been given to male students. Goddess refers to this as “minimal waste’ all things considered.

As She never fails to point out “Girls get better grades” and She has the data to prove it.

This summer Miss Rebekah will intern at Goddesses firm. I can imagine that will a really fulfilling and eye opening experience for this impressive young Woman. To see Her aunt in action, to witness the workings of a fabulously successful Female owned and run business. She will no doubt notice a few things about Goddesses commercial enterprise that should make a profound impression on Her as well.

She won’t fail to note that all positions of power and authority at the firm are occupied by Women. In fact virtually the entire workforce there is Female. It’s very much a place with a serious Girl-Boss vibe, full of young highly educated, ambitious Women.

Then She’ll note that the few males working there occupy exclusively low level positions that support the work of their Female superiors. In some organizations these jobs might be referred to as ‘entry-level’. However in Goddesses organization these positions are the absolute limit to which any male employee could hope to ascend. A male enters as a secretary and that’s the beginning and end of his possible career path. He may move horizontally to work for a new Female supervisor but his role will remain unchanged.. There is only one salary level for males which means they all make the same salary, which is the lowest pay grade in the organization and below, well below, any of the Female employees. Goddess makes a point of referring to these males as ‘secretaries’ not some modern term like ‘personal assistant’ or ‘administrative assistant’. She intends for it to sound as much like a humiliating role reversal as it does. They spend their days organizing their Girl-Bosses calendars, making coffee, doing the mail, answering the phones and running whatever errands and tasks need doing. No males have any sort of business authority such as spending money or approving any business decisions. The men are told what to do by Women who expect it to be done to Their satisfaction. Otherwise there are serious consequences. It’s a system with a clear and rather ruthless chain of command that has proven itself to be efficient and effective, not to mention profitable.

Well this is the way it used to be in the organization up until the crisis. Goddesses emergency business plan of 2020 saw that all the males in the organization have either been replaced by males who belong to the Coven or the remaining male employees have been initiated into it. She wasn’t so cruel as to offer Her male staffers terminations without at least an option. The choice was theirs to make. The situation sorted itself out over the course to 2020 and today the secretarial pool is fully staffed by the Coven’s male property. A measure that both cut costs and boosted productivity according to Goddess as these males fulfill multiple roles in both organizations. The boys are payed a token salary but those funds are transferred directly the their Mistresses accounts and support the costs associated with these males being ‘kept’ by their Mistresses. The surplus in excess of the boys minimal needs is a small profit for the Mistress and supports the Coven’s activities as well.. Another of Goddesses ‘win-win’ strategies.

On occasion when i have visited the offices recently it’s impossible to not sense the shift in the atmosphere. I’ve witnessed scenes that go beyond the usual Boss-employee interaction and veer more towards a Mistress-slave type relationship. I’ve seen some of the Women having their male underlings demonstrate submissiveness towards their Superiors by having to kneel in their Bosses presence, or bow and kiss Her shoes as a gesture of respect and acknowledgement of Her authority. On occasion I’ve seen a few of the particularity aggressive Girl-Bosses deliver hard face slaps to Their secretary's in response to some task not done to satisfaction. In general the new male staff seem distinctly subservient and fearful of their Superiors, quietly and purposefully going about their work, avoiding eye contact and keeping their heads down and focused on their tasks. Productivity has no doubt increased even further.

I imagine Miss Rebekah is in for an eye opening experience this summer and a whole new world of possibility will present itself to Her. Judging from Her already rather intense and superior attitude towards males i have little doubt She’ll fit right in. I have little doubt that Goddess knows this as well which I’m sure is Her intention.

Those stupid disrespectful high school boys might come to be seen in a new light. I have no doubt that anyone of those preening jocks would fall at Her feet in submission if given the opportunity. Perhaps Goddess should hire a few of them as male interns at Her firm to give them a taste of what the modern world looks like. I’m sure they’d be soon disabused of their disrespectful behaviour and gain a new and profound respect and yes, fear, of their Superiors. It’d be a good lesson for that lot. That jon boy sounds like a ripe candidate for sure.

Of course that’s Goddesses decision to make and not my place to even suggest.

But Miss Rebekah's comments about boys got me thinking about the end of patriarchal masculinity and how many males are struggling with the loss of their privilege. That many of the boys at Miss Rebekah's school seem aimlessly engaged in escapist fantasy via porn, video games and drugs is an unfortunate but seemingly common situation today. If it was just their laziness and lack of ambition that was manifesting itself it wouldn’t be too much of a problem but it’s the lack of respect for Girls that is troubling.

I’m convinced that the root of all these issues is the same. With the patriarchy crumbling and male privilege obliterated, especially among younger generations, males are in crisis of sorts. Forced to compete with Females on a level playing field they simply find themselves outmatched.

The data I’ve seen show that boys make up the majority of students getting the lowest GPA’s while Girls rule at the top with the vast majority of the top grades earned by Girls. This seems to be a universal trend the world over. Miss Rebekah's observations from Her math class was spot on and typical.

The response to Girls achievement among boys seems to be to simply give up. Instead of trying hard and facing the constant humiliation of being beaten by Girls many boys have just decided to simply not bother trying to compete. Instead they indulge in short term self-centred distractions. Many don’t even try having normal relationships with Girls. To them Girls not only seem sexually mysterious and powerful but also of a higher class of intelligent life. Females are viewed as unobtainable Goddesses of the school yard and Dominants of the class room. It isn’t surprising that boys feel humiliated, inferior, and intimidated.

I would argue that those feeling of inferiority in boys are actually healthy. Boys should view Girls with profound respect and awe. On the inside I’m certain most of these boys do in fact feel in awe of Girls even those boys who demonstrate outwardly disrespectful or even misogynistic attitudes. However the unending demonstration of their status as the second sex seems to, in some cases, breed a toxic combination of resentment and humiliation among some boys who in a pack like state have embraced a form of toxic masculinity. This manifests itself in disrespect and rage towards the Superior Sex, instead of reverence and worship. This is profoundly unhealthy for Everyone/everyone. Toxic social media no doubt plays a role but i would also argue that these boys lack guidance, seemingly having been abandoned by a system that favours Girls and Their superior abilities and accomplishments.

Without guidance and proper male role models these boys are lost, grasping at straws provided by selfish false gods peddling nonsense. Toxic masculinity is a road to nowhere but poverty, crime and loneliness. What Woman would ever want any kind of relationship with the emotionally stunted man-boys these attitudes breed? Of what use are they to Women? None what-so-ever that’s what, and without being of use to the Superior Gender in this shifting world what hope is there for these males. Their lives will be utterly meaningless and wasted.

This idea of favouring and promoting Girls as the natural leaders of society is of course the proper thing to do. That doesn’t mean males should left without guidance, running feral, however.

There is now a scientific consensus that boys brains develop much more slowly that those of Girls. The academic dominance and higher maturity level of Girls is biological. So what to do about boys then? There is much talk about completely changing the way boys are educated. There are ideas being floated about delaying boys starting school by a number of years or making them stay in school longer than Girls. If i didn’t know better i would think that these ideas were being put forward by covert Female Supremacists. If the goal was to absolutely ensure that boys were always behind Girls these sorts of ideas would work like magic. Imagine if you will a world where Girls finished high school at 18 (or sooner) while boys didn’t graduate until they were 21 (or older). As i said the biological rational for these ideas are sound but I’m not at all certain they would do anything to help boys close the academic gap with Girls. There are also some suggestions floating about that perhaps boys and Girls should be separated in school. This seems to be a revival of the old fashioned idea that Girls and boys just distract each other in the classroom so their respective performances would improve in such a segregated environment. The obvious problem with this idea is that the presence of boys in classrooms doesn’t seem to have any real negative distracting impacts on the Girls. Their grades speak for themselves. Another problem with this idea is that it is a fantasy. How do We/we expect Females and males to learn how to relate to one another when they are kept separate. I suspect this will only make the boys even more frustrated and Girl-crazy. Another problem i have with this idea is that i firmly believe that boys should get to experience first hand and repeatedly the academic and natural leadership of Girls. Boys very much should feel the ego deflating humiliation of always being bested by the Superior Gender. Boys should not be shielded from this reality, they should fully bare witness to it. What better way is there of ensuring that toxic male egotism is kept in check than having boys constantly experience Female Superiority over and over and over until it seeps deeply into their developing male brains. This is healthy for boys, for Girls ,and society at large. The problem isn’t that boys learn to accept being the second sex its that the education system fails to guide them as to just what their actual place should be is an increasingly Gynocentric society. Well, completely reforming boys education to focus on vocational, domestic and yes sexual skills (as in proper sexual educational focused on Women’s pleasure and sexual needs) would be a solid foundation. Many boys would do much better in such an environment and this would equip them for life after school where higher education really isn’t suited for most of them. Society needs a worker class and males are well suited for this role. Even here they’ll face fierce Female competition from Girls determined to break down gender barriers just to show They are free to pursue any life They choose. There will never again be male privilege even in traditional working class roles. Some Women will of course enter and thrive in those domains as well, there being no barrier to Females doing whatever They choose to do.

As males make up only about 40 % (and falling) of students in higher education some educational institutions have quietly implemented affirmative action programs for males, so even this 40 % figure seems to be artificially boosted. They have been willing to lower their standards by accepting some lower quality male students just to keep the gender balance from going completely out of whack. It must also be said that many Girls in higher education want boys available on campuses. This can be for reasons ranging from having an environment to further demonstrate Females intellectual and social dominance of boys to having a readily available supply of male prey for Their sexual appetites. Nonetheless a vocational, functional, approach seems a better route for male education overall. Boys need to be guided and educated to respect and serve Females. They should be taught that their role, and truly, the most satisfying life for them is one of service to Womankind. If they want to have fulfilling relationships with Women then males should be educated to understand that Females are natural leaders and Their wisdom should be respected and obeyed. Males should understand their place as servants of Females. If males accept that Females are the natural leaders of society then males should be proud to serve them. Males should be taught useful domestic skills such as cooking, laundry, cleaning, shopping etc that would make them more attractive to a hard charging Alpha-Female. Males should be taught the value to physical fitness and making sure they look as appealing as possible. A lot of that unfocused male energy should be worked out in the gym. Males should be taught to keep themselves trimmed, shaved pubic hair makes his cock and balls more prominent. This is mandatory for male strippers like myself, non-negotiable in the industry. Dominant Women also insist on this as They feel males should work hard to make themselves as attractive as possible. It shows both respect for Women and a desire to be found pleasing. She wants someone to serve Her needs domestically and sexually. She doesn’t need or even want his money, She has plenty of Her own and is far wealthier than him anyway. In the majority of large urban regions young Women have already comfortably surpassed the earnings of their male cohort. The flywheel of hard work, ambition, education, and career turns ever faster for young Women allowing them to grow in wealth and power as males languish. If and when She chooses to have children She won’t be sacrificing Her career to the mommy track. She’ll expect her male partner to take the reins of child raring. Absent a partner She can well afford to pay for high quality child care. Today it is males seeking out relationships for financial security. For Goddesses sake males must be educated about Female sexual pleasure. Every male ought to know all about the Clitoris. It should be sacred to them. All these skills will make males proud to serve and be fulfilled in their roles. They would have much needed direction and purpose. Females will want them, they will be desired for sex and service.

That’s the cure to toxic masculinity.

There are plenty of Alpha-Female’s out there Who just want a man to maintain Their home, cook their meals, do the laundry, the shopping and sexually service Her. For a male, life as a kept domestic servant of a Goddess is pretty great (believe me). Many males would be well suited to such roles and find them truly satisfying if they were freed from obsolete thoughts about gender roles.

To serve Women is a males greatest joy and true purpose. Once these lost boys understand that, there would be far more peace and harmony among the sexes. To receive even the slightest praise from Females makes a males spirit soar but only males who know their place have any hope of receiving such gifts. Males must accept that they will be judged by Women and work to earn their natural place at the feet of the Superior Gender. Males, once educated, indoctrinated if you will, will know their purpose, freed from dying toxic patriarchal ideas of masculinity and come to embrace the Gynarchic ideal of a male as Woman's servant.

Goddess On A Trip

 

On the days leading up to Her departure i assisted Goddess in packing Her suitcases for Her year end trip. As She swiftly shuffled in and out of Her enormous walk in closet (really more of a second room off the Queens Bedroom) She would hand me an item, skirts, shirts, bras, panties, shoes etc. along with explicit instructions about which item to pack in which suitcase. I them proceeded to gently, reverently, fold each item and pack them optimally into its rightful place. Occasionally She would emerge to gauge my opinion about a certain item, shoes in particular, or inspect my packing job with the occasional order to ‘try again’ when She inevitably found some fault with my sense of organization. As in...

‘Only fold my silk panties in two, try again!’

Even though i had by now years of experience in organizing Her bags for these trips i knew better than to question Her exacting demands that things be done ‘just so’.

I knew by now that when She told me to do something it wasn’t a request for a debate or for my opinion but simply a command to get it done, and now.

She really has a thing about packing suitcases and organizing Her clothing and shoes. Hers is ‘the’ way and there is no other. Goddess knows I’ve spent countless hours unpacking my poorly done work while She directed me on how to do it in the very specific way She expects. I’d more than a few times been on the receiving end of a stinging face slap for even suggesting that my inferior way might be good enough or that maybe i should be allowed to decide the particulars of how Her orders should be carried out.

‘In My house it isn’t your place to decide anything I haven’t given you explicit permission to decide!’

“Am I being clear enough?’

Needless to say all of these failings were held against me during my regular discipline – punishment sessions where Goddess assumes the role of judge, jury and executioner and i am pointedly not permitted to testify in my own defence, or to even defend myself in any way for that matter. I simply accept whatever form or discipline or punishment She deems appropriate and, post the inevitable pain and humiliation, reverently thank Her for correcting my behaviour while bowing down to kiss each of Her feet to gesture my submission to Her as my Goddess which She typically graciously accepts with a 

‘you’re welcome, boy’.

The memory of those burning whip marks all across my back, ass and legs stay with me as a reminder of just how seriously She takes this particular subject.

So now when She orders me to repack Her things in a particular way the only expected response is ‘yes Goddess’ followed by my silence and total focus on the job at hand, all the while avoiding eye contact with Her lest it be interpreted as an insolent gesture.

For this trip She was packing more than the usual amount for one of those short business trips. This trip was to make up for lost time, meetings with investors, checking out new business opportunities, the search to fill an executive level position in Her company, then spending the holidays with Her family, in particular with Her Sisters and Nieces.

I was explicitly not invited on this trip as it was just about business and family and i would ‘be more in the way then anything else’.

Besides members of the Coven would be making available some male assistants when She arrived at Her destinations, so dealing with Her luggage, local transportation and any supporting activities would be taken care of.

You/you might wonder if it bothers me, being excluded in this way? The answer is simple. I know better than to have any expectations with regards to Goddess. She has always been clear that She owes me nothing, certainly not the expectation of being the sole male who serves Her, or being included in Her family or business affairs. She shares with me only when She feels like it and i am always grateful and fascinated by the glimpses i sometimes get into Her world beyond Her household but I fully understand that i do not have any right to this information.

As always my purpose is to serve and obey Her unconditionally, accepting in full the principles of Female Supremacy. This is done with the understanding that while She has full power and authority over me Her only obligation to me is to provide the basic necessities of life and to guide me through a life in accordance with those Female Supremacist principles. We/we both deeply hold those principles to be true and self evident.

I was slightly taken aback at the quantity of bags and suitcases that were filling up the room but Goddess, clearly amused by my bewildered expression cleared things up.

‘An associate of mine is letting me use one of Her corporate jets for this trip, it’s much safer that way, and I don’t have to limit what I can carry with Me. I’ll meet the plane at the private airport off of route 7. You can take everything down to the BMW so it will be ready to go first thing in the morning’.

‘When you’re done with that meet me in the living room so I can give you your instructions for while I’m away’

With that i was off, picking up two heavy bags at a time, and carrying them down to the garage, arranging them neatly in the back of the big SUV, again in just the way She expects, lest the last thing She think about me before She leaves is how much She’s going to whip my ass when She returns. My job is to relieve Her of stress and anxiety not be a source of irritation and annoyance.

Several trips and a good deal of sweat later i arrived back in the living room as instructed, dropping to my knees and waiting as She hadn’t yet arrived.

When She finally strode barefoot across the rich carpet and stood in front of me i was a bit taken aback when She dropped a stainless steel cock cage with accompanying padlock and key onto the chaise next to me, followed by a steel collar i hadn’t seen before.

‘Don’t look so surprised boy, I’m going to be gone for almost a month so I need to be sure My property is secured’

It’s nothing personal ethan I just know how weak you boys are, even the best of your kind.

That said She picked up the larger of the two collars and stood in front of me. I just caught a quick glance at the novel object. Thick stainless steel with two loops presumably for attaching a leash or chain.

Goddess worked the open collar around my neck and pushed the two ends together until it made a metallic clicking sound, not unlike a handcuff bracelet being locked closed.

‘This is really neat, it has this cool internal lock so no need for a padlock to dangle off of it’

She Stood back a little as if to admire Her newest toy.

‘Oh and it has a GPS tracker in it which i can use to see exactly where you are....and where you’ve been’

‘My point being that you are not to leave the estate while I’m away. If you do I’ll know about it and there will be consequences the likes of which you don’t want to even imagine. Is that clear?’

“Yes Goddess’ came my rather weak reply.

“LOOK AT ME! IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yes Goddess!, Very clear Goddess!”

‘Good boy’

With that She picked up what I assumed was an unusual tubular looking key held on a necklace and placed it around Her neck.

Next She turned to the other collar, the much smaller one. This one was of course familiar to me though She didn’t routinely lock my cock away.

Snapping Her fingers in an upward gesture i instantly complied with what i knew to be the command to stand.

Picking up the smaller collar She took my ball sac fully in Her hand and roughly stuffed it through the tight ring causing me to wince in pain. Next She grabbed my semi hard shaft and bending roughly, pushed the cold steel ring hard against the base of my sex leaving my cock and balls dangling in the air, protruding, and on full display. Next She grabbed the cage and slid it over the head of my increasing hardness.

‘If you don’t calm down this is going to be more painful than necessary’ She noted and without hesitation wrapped that same soft hand around my dangling ball sac yet again and gave a hard squeeze and twist, sending me gasping in gut wrenching agony.

She however got what She wanted. My cock surrendered in softness and meekly slid into its cold steal cage in abject defeat. Goddesses skills in controlling a male decisively demonstrated once again.

With a quick, practised motion She then slipped the collar, pin, and padlock into place with an authoritative snap.

Placing Her open hand under my balls and cock Goddess Then lifted my manhood up as if to inspect Her handiwork while She slipped one of Her finely manicured fingernails between the bars of my cage and slid it along the length of my imprisoned shaft in a small gesture whose sole purpose could only be to taunt me with unspoken cruelty.

I slid deep into subspace in a way that only She seems capable of enveloping me with.

She then lifted my chin with Her other hand.

She simply, softly, spoke one word

‘Mine’

With that She moved Her hand to the top of my head and pushed down which of course i understood to mean get back on my knees.

She then Stood over me, arms crossed.

‘Remember, ethan, your cock and balls belong to Me, they aren’t yours to play with’

“Oh and don’t get the idea that just because I’ll be away for awhile, that this is some kind of vacation for you.’

‘I expect you to continue with all your daily chores as per usual, except of course those that you do for me directly on a daily basis’

‘The extra time you have can be put into the other tasks, in particular I want a full and continuous cycle of vacuuming, dusting, floor cleaning and window washing. This place will be maintained to a state of absolute perfection, am I clear?

‘Yes Goddess’

‘Since you’ll be eating alone I expect the kitchen to be kept spotless as usual’

“you don’t have any special permission to use any furniture, rooms or devices you don’t normally have permission to use. You can only interact with those things for cleaning, and that’s it’

“I expect you to devote extra time to hitting the gym even harder than usual since I’ll have been missing your rock hard body while I’m away and might want to fuck your brains out when I get back’

That She said with a sly smile as She used Her divine petite foot to toy with my balls. My cock leapt forward in lust only to be pulled hard against the cruel steel.

Her teasing laugh broke the seriousness mood for a moment.

‘Imagine a whole month without sex, well at least for you that is’

‘I can’t even imagine how desperate you’ll be by then, your constantly dreaming about me with no hope of any relief. That’s OK though, you’ll be suffering for me as it should be’

‘If you need any groceries or cleaning supplies you can order them online for delivery but I expect you to be sensible with My money and I’ll expect a full accounting of your spending when I get back. For anything else I’m providing a small allowance. Same rules apply’

She always makes a point about money. Namely that all the money i spend is in fact Hers, that She pays for everything and She works hard for Her money so i’m not to waste it or use it without permission. Every time She gets irritated with me She never fails to remind me Who pays for everything, whose beautiful house it is and how I’d be homeless if not for Her, how even my job stripping at the club was Her doing and She could easily take even that from me with one phone call. Not that She thinks of it as a real job anyway, a point She likes to make regularly. I never see any money i take home from stripping anyway as it all automatically gets donated to Feminist causes.

i know full well this is just a power play on Her part but i never fail to find it acutely humiliating, which is the point.

In fact the Coven has an explicit philosophy with regards to stripping males of any and all financial power. Each new male admitted to the Coven must participate in a series of initiation rituals one of which is the surrendering of all his financial assets to his Mistress in a group ceremony. I remember vividly kneeling before Goddess and depositing all $6000 from my savings account, all my bank and credit cards, at Her feet and signing over all my accounts to Her.

Everyone / everyone watched as Goddess closed my accounts and them ran all my banking cards through a shredder.

At that moment, in pure economic terms, i no longer existed and became Her asset.

The Coven operates on the Golden Rule as in ‘She Who has the Gold, Rules’

Its not the value of those surrendered assets that matters to the Coven. Can you imagine how little Goddess cares about $6000? It’s what the surrender of a males wealth represents, the total loss of freedom and the sudden realization that from that moment on i am literally a ‘kept’ man, completely dependent on Her for everything. The sudden realization of that fact is probably one of the scariest and most exciting moments on my journey.

Recently i attended several such ceremony's where some of the dancers from the club went through the same ritual. I could see on their faces, to a man, the sudden shock at the realization of the seriousness of what they were doing and the look of resigned finality as their accounts were terminated and credit cards shredded. The look on their faces at that moment seemed to suggest fear and confusion. I’m certain that not one of them had ever in his adult life allowed a group of Women to have such raw control over them. Even at the club where they were explicitly treated as sexual objects for Women’s pleasure their naked humiliation and degradation was financially , and often sexually, remunerated.

And don’t tell me that sex and power aren’t intimately related. Nearly to a man each of those kneeling boys sported a stiff erection as their new Goddess erased their financial existence from the world. Humiliating?, Exciting?, Thrilling?, Scary?

All that and so much more. From then on they would begin a journey the likes of which they have always both dreamed of and feared.

‘ethan stop daydreaming!’

‘I’ve also locked away your clothing since you won’t be needing any while I’m away. There is however a breakable lock on one cabinet which has a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants in it. It’s only for emergencies and since you’ll have to break the lock to get in there I’ll know’

‘you won’t be driving me to the airport. The Coven is sending a couple of boys over in the morning. They’ll drive the BMW to the plane’

‘The rest of the keys to my cars are safely locked away since you won’t be driving me around or running any errands for Me you won’t need My cars’

‘With even the most loyal boys My attitude is always ‘trust but verify’ so that’s what’s going to happen’

‘From time to time members of the Coven will pop by just to see how things are going. You are expected to show Them utmost deference and respect and submit to whatever demands They make. Is that clear?

‘Yes Goddess, very clear’

‘If They see anything, and I mean anything, that isn’t as it should be They have my full permission to take whatever corrective measures They see fit, so you’d better not slack off or slip up’

‘No Goddess’

‘And one last thing. Each night I want you in the video conference room downstairs at 9 PM. You are to get on your knees and wait for my video call. When i call I expect to find you in position and ready to give a full account of you activities.’

‘Even if i don’t show up I still expect your presence. Even if I can’t make it the camera will record you so again, I’ll know if you don’t show. If I’m not there I’ve set the system to send a photo of Me to the big video display so you can meditate on My beauty for 30 minutes while reciting your worship mantras’

With that She flopped down in one of the big comfortable chairs in the living room, unhooked Her skirt and tossed it to the floor to reveal that She wasn't wearing any panties. Her lips rose in a sly smile as She gestured with a single finger for me to crawl to Her hungry, sacred sex.

On hands and knees i approached my Keeper, burning with sexual hunger, determined to drive Her mad with pleasure.

Stopping at Her feet i bowed low, planting hungry kisses, sliding my eager tongue between Her delicate toes. She moaned in pleasure. She absolutely loves having Her feet worshipped both for the tingling pleasure and the potent symbolism of a cock caged male prostrating itself at the lowest point of Her body and using that organ of human expression, his mouth, tongue and lips, not the express words but the unspoken thoughts of his devotion, worship, addiction and raw degrading submission to the mysterious Beauty and Feminine power of his Goddess.

This isn’t an act of mere animal sex but one of pure worship, a religious experience of exquisite pleasure both for the male who worships and the Goddess who receives his worship and all its pleasures.

In these acts both the Goddess Herself and Her male truly see each Other/other and Their / their true natures. As the male i see the pure Goddess, the sacred being through which all Human life is created, whose beauty and intelligence and cunning cast a spell over men against they which they are helpless to resist. The Goddess no doubt sees in the male at Her feet a being who is by design created to do Her bidding, surrender to Her will and toil, suffer and slave for Her. She knows with all Her being that this helpless creature at Her feet exists for Her, a source of labour, pleasure, and seed.

It is Her birthright as a Goddess to enslave males and to exploit them without mercy for Her betterment and that of all Womenkind.

The slave at Her feet knows this and wants nothing more.

As my lips suck Her toes and my eager tongue swirls around them i can think of nothing i want more than to be where i am.

A creature possessed by Her beauty is what i am and She knows it. She withdraws Her foot making me chase Her with my mouth, She pushes Her toes in so deep i almost gag as She giggles at the effects of Her playful taunting.

My cock rages against it’s cage, stretching at the steel bars and pulling at the base ring in a futile attempt to reach the fullness of its lust. How i hate these vile contraptions. At the moment i want to fully display my pure dripping lust for Goddess my very manhood rages like a caged animal, repressed and humiliated.

Just as She wants it. She knows full well how much i despise that damned cage yet each time She decides to lock me in it i acquiesce to Her demand exactly because it is Her will. She knows full well the symbolism of a male surrendering his very manhood to Her cruel device, how it oppresses his psyche, fuels his submissive lust and concentrates his mind on Her.

She kept me there at Her feet for what seemed like an eternity of bliss though i had lost track of time until She withdrew Her foot and opened Her legs wide offering me a full view of Heaven, Her glorious Venus Mons, that most lusted after place that drives males completely mad. There it was just inches from my face.

‘I want you to make Me cum so hard you’ll have to clean the carpet’

i glanced up at the cold blue flames in Her eyes, filled with pure want.

My cock might be denied the pleasures of Her flesh but my mouth would taste Her fully. I could already catch the scent of Her excitement but i knew better than to rush Her pleasure.

Slowly, with deliberation, i placed soft kisses and long wet licks as I worked my way up Her tawny legs, taking my time, building anticipation.

Doing nothing to resist me, She just lay back and enjoyed my efforts, a soft moan signalled pleasure and approval.

At long last i found myself at Heavens Gate and paused just for an instant to take it all in. Glancing up at Her beautiful face Her tongue circled the fullness of Her sweet lips and looked into my soul with the most devastatingly teasing look and She nodded Her head ever so slightly.

With that i leaned into Her sex, released my hungry tongue and slid it between Her soft lips, parting them as i glided along the full length of Her opening again and again. She was already wet with arousal and collecting Her thick excitement on my tongue i found Her stiff bud and swirled around it in a vortex of slick pleasure.

Squealing, She threw Her head back, golden locks of Her hair thrashed about.

I continued to swirl round and round, lap after lap as She grabbed fist fulls of my hair and thrust my face against the sticky wet heat of Her Sex.

I sensed She was close already so i placed my mouth over Her throbbing clit and slid the fullness of my tongue inside Her, pressing and lapping at the roof or Her Temple.

Her whole body stiffened in pleasure as i slid two fingers inside and with a vigorous ‘come hither’ motion i felt the pressure build within Her like a volcano. Then Her whole body quivered and shook as Venus Mons erupted splashing everywhere, dripping from my arm and, as promised, soaking the carpet below.

She just gasped and looked at me with this wild smile of satisfaction, almost laughing as if to say ‘now there’s a well trained boy’

i wasn’t nearly done yet though. Allowing Her a moment to recover i again leaned in, and wetting my tongue i again slid up to Her stiff bud sending Her into tense moans of renewed ecstasy.

Pulling at Her clit with my lips i felt Her climax, the little squeal synced with the raising of Her hips to grind Her wet sex across my face.

She didn’t look quite satisfied just yet, Her playful expression seemed to demand more.

She is a greedy Goddess.

Giving each other a momentary respite from the intensity of the pleasure i lined up for another approach. My fingers slipped effortlessly into the Her wetness. Playfully i toyed with Her fiery pussy and felt it clamp, vise-like around my fingers.

For a moment i imaged that it was my imprisoned cock that was thrust into Her tightening sex and felt almost wistful knowing it was not to be.

She is a greedy Goddess, a taker of pleasures, a ruthless user of men.

Leaning in i again en-swirled Her bud and before long i again felt Her entire body tremble and shake, felt Her grind wetly against my face and She slumped back in the chair finally satiated.

My attempt to continue was gently rebuffed by Her soft hand.

‘you’re such a good, good boy, oh so so good...boy...’

She seemed almost incoherent from pleasure.

I leaned back and felt unspeakable happiness, even a kind of male pride, if i dare say so. The kind of pride in giving my Goddess so much pleasure so selflessly.

She glowed with pleasure.

‘dry me off’

The command, given so softly, caught me a little off guard.

I glanced around, noting that Her sex and legs glistened with wetness while dark wet spots peppered the chair and carpet.

I made a motion to get up and fetch a towel but She just looked at me, puzzled.

‘No dummy, I mean with your mouth’

i slipped back to my knees and crawled once again to Her.

Surveying the glowing skin of Her thighs i used my lips and tongue to lap up the wetness. Across Her mound i moved very carefully as not to overstimulate Her most sensitive places as She rested Her gaze on me, those Crystal Blue eyes locked on me with a look that mixed curiosity with taunting.

‘OK that’s enough, you can go draw my bath’

‘Beyond that i don’t need you anymore this evening, you can sleep downstairs. I’ll need breakfast at 7 sharp, after that you can help the boys when they arrive to pick me up at 8:15’

With that She waved me off to finish up for the night.

FemDom Art Analysis

 

Here enters the Supreme Goddess Saharah Eve as rendered by the consummate FemDom artist Nanshakh. Descending from Her mansion house though the unlocked wrought iron gate She enters Her slave pen. The clicking of Her stiletto heels must have alerted Her naked slaves for they have all crawled from their concrete niches and, stretching their short neck chains to the limit, reach out on hands and knees, naked heads lowered, each bowing his face to the ground as Her resplendent form strides past, this day in luminous yellow as if to draw a contrast with Her dull, cowering, naked possessions.

Their heads bob like a wave, faces firmly fixed to the stony ground as She passes, then rising to risk furtive glances at Her resplendent stiletto mounted form, unable to resist the chance to look upon such Beauty and Power yet not daring to exceed their station. They know their place, it having been demonstrated repeatedly at the business end of Her whip yet equally evident just from a glance at such a fearsome and alluring Deity. She is Fire and Ice, Pain and Pleasure, the Alpha Female Incarnate.

Note how the are chained, so short is their reach that they can only crawl in and out of their low rudimentary shelters.

They may crawl yes,, forward and back. They may bow or kneel up. Standing is forbidden, by virtue of the short links of steel locked to their heavy neck collars and by their station, no male dares raise its body to the level of its Owner Goddess. She is above them always and forever. Stand without permission and they would soon discover the full meaning of pain, suffering and degradation. The short chain reminds them that they belong below Her and it enforces that implacable reality. They are chained shorter than Her dogs. They are maintained naked, shaved, wearing only the implements of their imprisonment; a steel slave collar, its attached, padlocked, chain, and thick steel wrist shackles by which their arms may be bound together or chained to some fixed point. Unattached they make fine decorative accessories for a male slave reminding him that by Her whim he may be chained and his movements forbidden. Male freedom does not exist in Her world.

The full form of Her magnificent Breasts threatens to burst forth from Her form filling dress in Feminine magnificence. Note the arrogance of Her expression. Cutting high cheek bones, full lips, ravenous hair lifted up in such a way as to remind one of a flogger. She glances down at them in contempt. Allow, if you dare, male creature, to trace downward along Her long tawny legs to those feet, magnificent. Those are all Her chained males dare steal from Her... irresistible, furtive glances. None dare to raise their eyes to their Keeper.

In one hand She displays one of Her short cruel whips. A weapon, whose stinging hot snap cuts male flesh. She holds it over and above them as She passes. Its symbolism of Her power and authority having been amply demonstrated to each male as they all bare the whip scars that mark their status. This is a fearsome display of Female Power. They are expected to gesture their submission and to a man, they do just that.

That whip, a symbol of their Goddesses ownership of them and Her divine Feminine Power, Her birthright as a Female to keep males as Her slaves.

On Her other wrist, past sharp, fiery, lacquered red fingertips, lightly rests the loop of a slaves leash chain. She doesn’t need to exert any force upon him, he follows his Keeper, low to the ground, heeling Her feet as he crawls on hands and knees. He bares the red stripes of being freshly scared by the very implement His Mistress displays for his cowering brethren. Silently it declares, ‘anyone of you could be next, for any reason’.

Note he crawls with a distinctly male pain, pressing his legs tightly together, his nut sac still aches from the merciless kicks, slaps, and whip blows from his Goddess Owner. She respects no part of maleness, for Her, his balls are merely a symbol of his slave status, a target to enforce Her supreme dominance over all males, who will suffer and slave for Her until they are completely consumed.

She knows full well that countless others are always ready to prostrate themselves at Her feet, accept the cold steel of Her collar and the burning sting of Her whip. All in service to the Devine Feminine.

Programming Note

 

Well as You / you can imagine the past year has been pretty crazy but i’m trying to get back to some posting here on the blog. Goddess has cleared me to resume working on here once again. Of course i must apologize for the long absence. Let me assure E/everyone that things are fine and i’m aiming to get back to some form of regular posting.

The past year of course was marked by crisis upon crisis which forced Goddess to go into emergency mode with Her company due to the wild swings in the markets and lock-downs. She said it was like riding a bull somedays!

Of course She’s an expert bull rider and not unexpectedly She and Her company have emerged on the other side stronger than ever, though it was looking pretty tight there for awhile (She tells me without offering any real detail). In the end She proudly told me that business is actually up about 15% in the past year. Her core business portfolio has held up and prospects for the future look bright. Few of the details are known to me of course.

The Club has, as you might expect, been shuttered for the past year, which is of course a huge disappointment. Facing a year without revenue of course has been catastrophic but having such an asset vanish was just not an option. Mistress Denise and Goddess developed a rescue plan which involved the Coven, through its Members (all wealthy, successful BusinessWomen) collectively taking ownership and paying all expenses as the club idles in ‘standby’ till the time it can reopen. Mistress Denise remains the CEO and Mistress Yasmine is still Head of Talent.

This restructuring did involve some changes. The Coven maintained that it didn't make sense to keep paying the male talent since they weren't able to work. Instead it was decided to carefully assess which males were the most desirable to retain while letting go of the rest. “Muscle boys are easy enough to replace and We always has a long list of applicants anyway, so it wouldn't be an issue re-stocking the stable with new stallions”

The few who were considered special, about 20 % of the total, were offered to the Coven. So rest assured those muscular backs have been put to good work for the Goddesses. They won’t be slacking off and are being maintained in prime shape. Needless to say in accepting such a generous offer these boys had to accept the terms and conditions of the Coven, including the non negotiable acknowledgement they they as males were explicitly inferior to all Women and had to embrace all the tenets of Female Supremacy. Contracts were drawn up outlining these conditions and the boys had to accept these terms or leave. Once signed they were subject to indoctrination and training like any other new male upon entry. Their ‘special-ness’ only counted in the context of their talents as strippers. Once inside the confines of the Coven they were trained to serve and obey under their Mistresses whip like any other ball-sacked creature. When they next re-emerge at the Club they will be really something special no doubt.

Individual males were distributed to the households of particular Goddesses for the duration of the emergency conditions since it was decided that it would be unsafe to routinely transfer males between the Goddesses under current conditions.

From those details you could surmise that the Coven had to manage some unusual conditions as well. Out went the regular parties and events with Goddesses and they male property, in came virtual parties and business meetings which required some creativity but represented a new challenge the Goddesses were prepared to take on.

Goddess had me build Her a new ‘broadcast’ studio in the lower portion of Her household for just such occasions.

Details to come....

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