Tuesday, October 20, 2009

ὑπερβολή femdom


More than once, i’ve used the hyperbola as a metaphor, to describe the dynamics of femdom in general, and my feminine femdom in particular. Of cors i can’t resist mixing hyperbole and hyperbola, resulting in one confusing hotchpotch. Well, in a way eh, as both have the same roots. Cognates, so to speak. To make it even more exciting, i’m actually referring to rectangular hyperbolas, having no problem calling them orthogonal or equilateral as well. Anyway, this caught the interest of one of the more serious ones among my Cyberspace friends. He even stated : “ so true, so accurate, so desirable…….” This triggered the following story.

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Once there were 2 mathematicians. One was extremely dominant, and never could take no for an answer. She was the apex of femininity, and yet harboured inside her the best of masculine power as well. In her youth, she had coldly calculated the risks of descending/ascending the right part of the hyperbola, dwelling now in areas, not visible anymore on any chart. The other one, erratically wandered at the left side of the hyperbola. Well.....he could have been at the right side too, in case she had chosen the left side, but since she wanted to be at the right side, and had no ears for his humble prayers, he had no choice, right? It was rare tho, he would descend, to come near the vertical asymptote. In fact, he even feared to travel along the horizontal one as well. Scared to death as he was, to approach any limit whatsoever. Instead he safely stayed near the crossing of both, a land filled with giggling bimbos, loudmouth wannabes, painsluts, and platonic servants, trying to get the attention of the herd on the other side, where married mistresses, sitting provokingly on their uncomfortable hyperbolical thrones, were having tea with poor money dommes, and eagerly mingling with the boring fetish crowd.

He hated all that. As a mathematician, he knew, what those ignorant morons didn’t know, and never would know. Amidst the cacophony of the noisy ones, he alone could sense the mysteries of the hyperbola, its hidden treasures, its delicious dangers, its seductive powers, and its intense enlightened darkness. He alone was capable of grabbing the symbolism of hyperbolism. At times he even had disturbing dreams of a land , colonized by women, who had no interest at all in his desire to be abused, dehumanized, and punished, when once again, he deliberately had forgotten to put out the garbage, or to do the dishes.

Alas, when waking up from nightmares like that, he franticly clung to that silly vanilla axiom: “Dreams deceive”. Nonetheless, he stayed restless, unsatisfied, and not fulfilled. He vowed, someday he would find the one he was looking for.

A miracle occurred. He found one indeed. Well, so he thought. One he was able to convince, that she was a femdom, a mistress pur sang, one who was eager to punish him for small errors, or for no errors at all. Paradise! And yet……..a gnawing residue of doubt was eroding his happiness. And so, the search went on. And on. And on. Time and again, he did the math, but never was able to act on the obvious, on the only right conclusion. Quod erat demonstrandum became an irritating nuisance, and had lost its powerful & compelling meaning.

And the first one? Oh that one? She’s not so busy anymore with doing math and so. One day tho, she may try to revolutionize the principles of the hyperbola. But only during a lost moment.




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