Nothing hurts like the truth. Isn’t that the truth, and nothing but the pure truth, a.k.a. la vérité pure, de zuivere waarheid, die reine Wahrheit, or אמת צרופה? Well.......um.......maybe not for some people, and certainly not for the pathological liars among us, but you bdsm-people? Aaahhhh, you just love pain. And don’t you dare to deny it now! You know it’s true! Physically, mentally, spiritually, or even faking it, it doesn’t matter, you don’t care. As long as it hurts, you love it all. Yeah, there’s nothing better to long for, nothing more rewarding, than to experience exquisite, intense, and extremely vicious administered pain, whether you deliver it yourself, or are the receiving party. And mind you, not the victim eh? That’s only for erring vanillas, who never ever will understand that pain isn’t pain at all. Delusional bastards, that’s what they are!
But.......do you love the truth as well? Sure, as long as it hurts, you will be ready to accept the pain that comes with the truth, but do you crave it, do you get aroused by it, do you long for it, are you addicted to it? Like it is with torture? Just thinking of your favorite sadistic female tyrant, how she will whip the living daylights out of you, brand you, and force you to sleep on a fakir’s bed, makes you crazy from lust. Yes I can tell, as I saw this happen many times over. But does the truth do the same to you? Yes? Is that really true? Or does she offend you? Maybe you want to resist her, fight her, deny her existence, or call that sweet torturing angel a complete liar? Some people do you know? Yes, they truly hate her. Some even get a massive panic attack when confronted with the truth.
Well then, have it your way. Here we go. Here’s the painful truth about femdom. Not painful for us of course, but for those who can’t stop contaminating our magnificent world by insisting that their weekend s/m games, their hidden from society d/s plays, and their monogamous loving female authority lifestyle, is not only comparable to a 24/7/365 female dominated environment, but actually is the same! And not based on fundamentally true facts, on its proven integrity, but simply because they say they have the right to define femdom as they please. Yeah right, you can stick that right, right up your asses you arrogant fools, and then beg your loving female authority to ram her sissy dildo right behind it into your tight and righteous man-pussy as well!
And you know what really makes me almost vomit in my mouth, climb up the walls, and jump off the nearest cliff? It’s when these no good idiots don’t even see the truth. Yes, like blind bats that lost their sonar capabilities, hanging around in Plato’s cave, they keep telling each other stories about how wise they are, now they’ve found the reality of truth. Smells to me like a sewer filled with rotten fish and human brain waste.
Jeeez, I can be so foulmouthed eh? As I remember, I already had a potty mouth way back in kindergarten, driving my mom and teachers crazy. Shame on me! Huh? Wtf? Oh chutzpah, it wasn’t that bad eh? Some of you got pleasure from it no? Some of you even got a deliciously hurting erection in that ages ago forced upon you evil device eh? Got a PA too? Wow! Really? You are da bomb man! And of course you loved the pain that came with that one as well. Even after having been locked up for.......now lemme see.......what was it again, a week? One lousy week? Are you kidding me, you amateur you? You call that abstinence? Even chastity? That’s your gift to your All? That’s your sacrifice to satisfy the needs of your strict Mistress, your divine Goddess? Caramba, not shame on me, but shame on you, you worthless zero!
What you say? Yeah you there, with the potbelly and that hairless chest. A hundred days? Aaaahhh, now you’re talking! Oh you’re gagged with her freshly ironed soiled panties, and can’t speak? Still, rest assured, you’re her hero, oh superb naughty boy! Or would she punish you for having gotten a half-stiff dick without her permission? More pain for you boy. More power too. Don’t you just love it? Sure you do. You crave it when she orders you to go and fetch her hairbrush like a little dog, her pet, and tells you to crawl onto her lap, hang over, and receive your well deserved and longed for punishment for such an impertinence done to your Goddess.
Oh crap, I completely forgot the female of the loving female authority circus. I was totally focused on the male part of the non-femdom equation. Yep, I have a secret thing for males. Some of them I can’t stay away from. Like Steel for instance, my eternal slave with the huge tattoo on his back. Remember him? Hmmm, probably not.
Doesn’t matter much that I left out these dames though. From the beginning, Her Supreme Highness and the rest of all the Sublime Deities weren’t paying attention anyhow, busy as they are with writing up a new contract for their subbie-hubby. The old one would expire soon you know, and it is crucial for them to have the new mutually agreed upon agreement in place before the arrival of that apocalyptic date. So no time to lose! And to waste it on the leather clad truth about femdom? Hahahahaha, where have you been? Out of the question! That would be the ultimate blasphemy in particular. You think it’s not? Bless you my child, but these dames won’t agree, and dismiss your view on the spot. Why is that? Let me explain. They can’t afford the risk to freely hand over to him the possibility of not signing anything. Which is not unthinkable, because as soon as he would taste the thrilling void of being free from her lame and tyrannical rule once again, he certainly would remember the time he wasn’t summoned to stand in the corner, or to write endless lines for not having done her laundry properly or spilling tea on her newly acquired cheap carpet with that horrible tiny flower design. Consequently, he could reconsider, and happily throw the signing pen out of the window into the neighbor’s yard. Comprendes ahora mis hijos?
Yes people, it’s a dark and dangerous time for the FLR business. Foggy future too. But what can one expect eh? Unruly housemen longing to utilize hot flat-irons and HD-detergents, desperate housewives unwilling to dominate but too lazy to mop the floor themselves, impatient subs trying to force their unhappy ladies to force them into severe chastity, submissive women reluctantly caning the hungry bottoms of their alpha husbands, whining victims of the cruel patriarch complaining that the world doesn’t accept their lame gift of submissiveness, agitated Princesses trying to save their sacred marriages, so on. Can it get any worse? Yes my friends, it can. And it will. Finally the whole FLR flummery will collapse, and the male of the species will send the female back to the kitchen (again!).
And I ask you all: Why would that be a bad thing anyhow? What’s so wrong about being in the kitchen? Especially now these kitchens became high-tech paradises? Well, I for one love to be there you know. Sometimes I even cook. And I hate all those submissive alpha males trying to deprive me from that, claiming the privilege to have the cooking area all for themselves. They say they do all that to serve us, to make our lives easier, to pamper us, to make us feel like queens, and to give us their gift of submission. Yeah right! It’s a lie. A blunt, flagrant, and lame lie. They just want the kitchen all for themselves. No sharing tendencies at all! Egoistic liars, that’s what they are! You know what? Next time a creature like that has the nerve to come up with that shit, I’ll knock him unconscious with my rolling pin. There!
Damn, now where did I leave them femdom facts again, the pure truth for all of you? Oh here they are, hidden under layers of leather. But only a few for ya, eh? Just to give you a taste, because I know most of you are aficionados of the ssc-cult, and I wouldn’t want you to choke on our caviar and nectar, which would inevitably be the case if I would allow you to unsafely slurp the contents of the full plate. Anyway, it’ll be more than enough to give you an extensive glimpse of what possibly one day could come your way and mercilessly forced down your throats by a woman you never wanted to meet for real. Are you ready pets? Good. Let’s go.
Fact 1: The Prophecy
This man said a lot of things during his stay on the planet. Did some mad math stuff too, and like me and Fromm, considered nationalism a disease.
One of his more popular thoughts was:
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.
Many stupid people are coming up with that one, launching it as if it were their own wisdom, and to lecture/belittle others, unconscious of their own stupidity. Or are they aware of their below average IQ/EQ perhaps, but in denial, silently suffering from their imbecility, and not wanting others to know? Now that would truly be the pinnacle of stupidity no? Guess not. Human stupidity is infinite, remember. There’s always room for improvement.
And you know? Doing stupid things at times comes natural to me. Especially when it’s exciting, turning me on, making me go all soft, warm, and gooey inside, or other people green with envy. Like for instance, strutting around in crotch high skyscraper heeled rubber boots in the hottest of weather, going dancing in neighborhoods feared to enter by even crime seasoned swat teams, giving huge amounts of money to homeless drug addicts, assuming they would use that money to get a better life, or challenging traffic cops by speeding in such a way, that they have to do extremely dangerous stuff themselves to catch me. But maybe it’s not stupid then?
Juicy detail? They never give me ticket.
Here are a few more of that unique man:
Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.
And especially for this blog he said:
Anyone who doesn't take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.
I too have a prophecy. Actually more than one. I’m good at that you know. For instance, more or less two decades ago I prophesized that the suicide rate among teenagers would significantly increase, and that the next great war will be initiated by world religions. The first one materialized already, and the second one is firmly on track.
Within this context, I predict with absolute certainty, without the shadow of a doubt, that a matriarchal society as defined by the FLR-people, their brethren and sisters, will never see the light of day on a grand scale. It will stay an illusion, or at best, a half baked construction in isolated cases on a micro level. Celebrated now and hoped for in a few vanilla bedrooms, experimented with in certain (virtual) households, and blown out of proportions in already too many blogs, the idea is doomed to fail and only to exist in the mind of males who will keep harassing their women to take the lead, and release them from the burden of making (life) decisions. Males seeking females to take over is simply a form of twisted escapism.
Want to read another one of Ayesha NostraDomina the ultimate prophetess? Well, be my special guest and travel to “The Forgotten One”. But don’t forget to come back here eh?
Fact 2: Our DNA
DNA femdoms and slaves never have to be awakened, and never need to learn anything about d/s. Training, education, punishment and reward are silly things to them. They already know, and have it all.
So what’s left to do for these people? Well lots of stuff. Here are a few examples:
Fine tune their genotype, and decorate it.
Find new ways to take slavery to even more glorious levels of ecstasy.
Explore the distant limits of their hyperbolic relationship, and plunge from there into the ever unfolding and inviting new abysses at the other side of the equation.
Search for and meet each other during this free fall into the unknown.
Create new chaos and meandering horizons.
Look for more challenging and risky activities.
Restlessly seek for ever renewing singularities.
Apart from that, we also do the usual stuff, i.e. dance, quarrel, eat, fight, travel, laugh, shop, offend, cry, tease, joke, hold hands, curse, ridicule, and.....ah so many things that make life so great.
Fact 3: Authority