Remembrance

Origins of Femdom., Part 1

I’m sitting here in what ignorant people would call a bunker. We call this structure differently, but I’m not letting you in to that. Suffice to say it’s located in a place you certainly wouldn’t want to be yourself. It’s not luxurious in any way and it doesn’t need to be. But the incredible high tech which is available to us, one couldn’t even define as state of the art because it’s way beyond the cutting edge. And that we need for sure. I mean to do the job we’re here for. No, I’m not going to tell you what job this is either.

There are times when it’s really hectic, sometimes nerve wrecking, and not without danger. Other times though, there’s nothing much to do, rather dull, and exhaustingly boring. It’s then when I’m thankful to myself having created this blog, as well as being able doing some other non-mainstream stuff. 

So, on with the next entry.

Having had here, for an extended period of time now, men around me in this bunker who are light years away from alpha sissies, docile housemen, and other lovers of females who allegedly only use men to do chores  (ironing, doing dishes, and cleaning house, come to mind) and find pleasure in locking men up in some lame device preventing orgasms, made me even more wondering how on earth femdom became so corrupted, why it sank so deep, and why so many males love this caricature of female domination. Remembering also my own slaves, men and women who, when I was with them, relentlessly tried to seduce me into practices aimed primarily at satisfying their own delicious needs, ergo people totally contrasting the chores and cuckold ones mentioned above, made my thoughts drifting, and guiding me to an earlier phase in my life.

Remember I told you about the time I was living with the miners of Muzo, and this out of this world emerald they wanted me to have? Of course you do. And if not, go to my posting about love, and you will. During that time I frequently visited the city of Tunja as well. In the library of La UPTC I met with a beautiful and strange woman who took me to a rather obscure part of the place where she shared with me an ancient document written in a language she wasn’t familiar with. I never figured out how she had found me and knew I understood Aramaic.

It consisted of several loose and damaged pieces of vellum-paper resting in a brownish leather wrapper on which there was text as well. Attached to it was a small cylinder containing what appeared to be a map from a much later date. She told me these goods had been in her family’s possession since the era of Nueva Granada and that once they were owned by Henry Morgan the time he occupied Isla de Providencia. After having studied the map and the scribbles on it, I came to the conclusion that the notorious captain couldn’t have laid his hands on this during his stay on that island, but in all likelihood stole it when he was raiding Panama. From there the trail led to Moctezuma I, queen Miahuaxihuitl,  and finally to the Toltec culture.  

As I said, the text was in Aramaic, a language not spoken in the Americas, hence further studies were needed to reveal its origin. So I consulted an expert palaeographer, and conducted a C-14 investigation as well. It turned out that the writings were approximately from around the 5^th century BCE.  

However, how it came to Mesoamerica, how it crossed the Atlantic or even the Pacific, coming from the Middle East, is, up till now, shrouded in mystery. Maybe I'll find out about that in the future.

Nowadays, most modern scholars deny matriarchy in its purest form to have ever existed. But the strange woman’s document tells us a different story and claims the existence of what Andrea Dworkin would have called a woman’s homeland, a place created by women, a place where women rule. This female state was located in the north-eastern part of what now is known as Syria and occupied a large portion of the south-east of modern Turkey as well. Actually it was close to the region from where The Other People originated, if not the same.

What? You’ve never heard of The Other People? Remember the story of Adam and Eve and their wonderful son Cain? Yes? Well, then you also know that Cain had to hit the road after he had killed Yahweh’s boy Abel, and later got himself a wife in a land far away from the garden of Eden. Huh? A wife? How is that possible? Everyone knows we all come from Adam and Eve, and since Cain left that nest……… Ah, now you are wondering eh? And yes people, that A & E story is bogus! There were other people on the planet. And yes you guessed it, they were known as The Other People. So now you know too.

Back now to our woman’s homeland. I strongly believe its members descended from The Other People, because, like The Other People, they never had to deal with something like The Fall. No feelings of guilt or shame in that community. No need to cover their genitalia either. These people were truly free. No shrinks, no therapy, no victims, no laws, no morals, no repentance, no salvation, no deities. Nothing of anything that's so characteristic for the Adam and Eve crowd.

All power belonged to women. Males were not seen as inferior beings though. Women had no desire to punish, humiliate, or degrade men.  They were simply women’s property, without any voice or vote. Reading further I came to believe this society came close to my practice of feminine femdom and its women resembled the personality of the original Lilith to a tee. 

And there you have it: Descendents of A & E story believers, the ones plagued by feelings of guilt, sin, and shame, and with an inescapable desire to be dominated by women as well, had no other choice than to leave the ways of our ancient femdom homeland, even oppose them, and transform them into something not contradicting their lifestyle, a lifestyle embedded in patriarchy and salvation coming from a male, compulsively resulting in practices nowadays known as dominating from the bottom, whereas I and my people could only be enchanted and intrigued by the original ancient matriarchal society, leaving no opportunity passing by without attempting to fine tune it even more in for instance ThatPlace. 

Feminine femdom is based on pure matriarchy, honoring females and males alike, and laughs at the silly superiority/inferiority principles invariably found in patriarchal societies, while patriarchal femdom is simply nothing more than a lame derivation of mainstream patriarchal sex, and at best a rehash of female domination.

Now watch the video, featuring a woman to my heart, one who knows how to expertly whip a male. Her name is Natsuki. I call her, empress of the whip. And for all you sissies out there, as well as you FLR-types……………would you welcome, and be able to endure a session like that? Only real men can, you know? Are you one? 

Rain

Of the five classical elements I feel intensely connected to water and fire. It’s one reason why I want my slaves to carry my branding, why I can’t stay away from descending as far as possible into volcanoes, and why I feel somehow spiritual connected to the life of the immortal Ayesha as she’s pictured by Rider Haggard.

Going deep sea diving for days at a stretch, swimming long distances, and having ultra long walks and sex in heavy or gentle rains makes me feel alive beyond the imaginable. Sometimes I can’t even belief myself how it is possible that after having engaged in such activities till exhaustion, I feel totally refreshed and energized, eager to continue, while others who shared those endeavors with me only want to go home and rest.

Having spent now a considerable amount of time in a rather harsh and arid environment, I find my thoughts drifting sometimes, seeing myself back in for instance the rainforests surrounding the Rio Pacuare while the heavens are unloading torrential rains onto me and my partner(s), getting soaked and extremely muddy while roaming the Juan de Fuca trail, or sauntering hand in hand with Lucinda in the pouring rain on the fabulous Glencoe highlands, making our way to the Ballachulish Hotel, or a nearby and very private cottage, to spend the night and big money on a few exquisite and tongue titillating Macallans.

Doesn’t mean my libido shrinks when there’s no rain to enjoy. I also love to create some heat in hot environments under the blazing sun. Must be caused by that fire element I guess :

Already as a child I wanted to go outside as soon as it started to rain. I loved to feel the droplets wetting my face and entering my eyes. Still a toddler I remember the feeling I got when putting on my first rain boots. It was as if they added something to my body, merged with same, and would never ever leave me. I wish! But as a grown up and a femdom I often keep my boots on in places where other people wouldn’t even think of wearing slippers. It’s not odd for me, or exceptional, to go to the beach, wearing a bikini and rubber riding boots. The looks I get then, hehe. But I feel great.

I mostly prefer to walk in the rain alone, or accompanied by a sensual woman. A woman who is as passionate as I am when it comes to wearing hot rubber boots, tight belted mackintoshes, and having rough sex in the pouring rain.



Especially when having had explosive and raw sex with a nymphomaniacal vixen and she’s sucking off the last drop of our orgiastic fluids from my luscious bush, still having her gloved hand touching the entrance of her Nirwana, and while my energy is slowly drifting away to other parts of my hungry for sex and shivering body, inevitably there must be time to recover. Well, that’s what I’m told ;)

So what to do?

  

Special men? Regular readers of my blog know of course exactly what ‘special’ means.

You think? Nah, it’s definitely not that kind.

Maybe this one then?

Well…um…..perhaps. But I sure as hell love this kind of activity!

You should try it too. I bet it’ll make you feel to repeat it.

Even when in a tropical rain forest I like to wear my rubber boots. Feeling the sweat accumulate within them can only arouse me more. Keeping one of my rubber mackintoshes on in places like that I tried, but not for long lol, as sudden death is lurking down the trees after an hour or so.

Crazy as I am, I sometimes leave the rain boots for what they are, and go out in wet and stormy weather wearing a pair of my favorite high heeled brutally expensive leather boots.

 But then again………..

And then there are times…………

Sometimes I don’t need the boots, the rubber, and the sex. It’s then when I want to be alone, lonely, and to only be with the rain, to surrender to that incredible element……………

Undeniable facts of Femdom: The Leather Clad Truth

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.

And:

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. 

L’Chaim!

Fact 3: Authority

A femdom has no need to belong to anything but herself. She creates, destroys, initiates trends, and dismisses same at her whim and will. She doesn't need advice, and doesn't ask for it either. But she listens to her slaves, eager to know their wildest dreams and desires. Personally I love to spend hours with them, getting a kick out of their fabulous stories/fantasies, and their eagerness to share with me even the dangerous and embarrassing stuff they believe is deposited behind the windows of the hidden and unknown rooms of Johari, and open those windows too.

She laughs at the ones who claim to be her equal, but fear to go 24/7/365. She yawns when mainstream clichés and platitudes are coming her way. She recognizes no authority of any kind. She knows no higher power than herself. She despises vanilla laws, rules, and political systems, and doesn’t need them. She is her own anchor. She knows how to act and handle things herself. She doesn’t need a safety net in case something eventually would go awry. She is her own prosecutor, lawyer and judge. She’s the true trinity. She is alert, and unites with her prey, in a raw, selfish, uncompromising, and lustful way. She doesn't kill her prey, but takes him or her to the next level of lust.

Fact 4: Slavery

A self-proclaimed dominant female once told me: "......you cannot go out and force slavery..." Yeah right! I can’t stand such generalizations! Hearing stuff like that always makes me laugh, and angry!  She must have been talking about vanilla slavery and not the femdom kind. She probably was a vanilla femdom, a recreational femdom, or a pro-domme. Those women easily switch back to their vanilla lifestyle once the ‘session’ is over. Like movie actors, they’re just performers. In this case, playing the part of the dominant, or pretend to be a real one to satisfy the needs of their husbands or clients. And that’s fine with me, but they should realize that seriously coming up with something like 'consensual slavery', is raping femdom from its beauty, essence, and empowering force.

Whether vanilla or not, slavery, as per definition, is always non-consensual. Using the word in any other way is rubbish, and only blurring the concept. If this upsets you, makes you feel uncomfortable and shivering from fear, or if you can only be a slave or femdom under safe, sane, and consensual conditions, then simply don’t call it slavery, and just continue playing your risk free d/s games in harmony with your chosen one(s), snapping in/out of your so called sub-space/domme-space at prior agreed upon times and dates, and all will be fine, even great. Well......um.....I mean if you’re not plagued with a woman who wouldn’t even think of dominating you if it wasn’t for your endless whining to do this for you, and accept your lousy gift of submission, because then it will stay a mega ordeal for both of you.

But if it's slavery you want, if it's femdom you crave, then don't fool yourself. A slave has nothing to say, nothing to lose, nothing to negotiate, nothing to sign, nothing to trust, nothing to expect, nothing to demand, and nothing to give. To spice up the relationship even more though, and to make it as adventurous and unpredictable as possible, I personally encourage my slaves to violate all this, and try me (grin).

Huh? Did you say something? 

 

Oh, that? I see. Well, you’re not alone dear. Many do.

Now, to all you fiery defenders of human rights, morals, feminism, anti-feminism, and all you other salon freedom fighters, and........and......... (sigh). Damn, there are so many of you, that I must beg you to forgive me. I simply can’t mention all of your splendid cults and movements. Hmmm, forgive me? Why should I even ask? As I argued some time ago, there are way too many of you! Anyway, be that as it may, before y’all too hastily decide to get out your baseball bats, fetch your guns and molotov cocktails, climb on your proverbial barricades (again) and start shooting at me, shush, chill, take a moment, and listen to this:  Keep in mind this is not vanilla slavery we’re talking about here eh? Indeed, I agree wholeheartedly, that kind is totally disgusting, absolutely appalling, and mega objectionable, and should have been erased from the face of the Earth eons ago! Alas, it still exists. Often because good people like you are keeping their mouth hermetically closed, seldom make a stance, and never would risk their bourgeois existence to oppose this cancer of society! Oh, you are not one of those? That's marvelous. So let’s fight it then, at any cost, and make the lives of those who promote/defend it, as miserable as can be.

Join me?

But femdom slavery? Come on. A person can only thrive and prosper when called to become the slave to a feminine femdom. Sure, the concept of non-consent will give some people the creeps, and can be very frightening/scary to others. But only to non-DNA d/s wannabes eh?  In contrast, we DNA-ones wouldn’t want to have it any other way! And besides, the whole thing is actually a tempest in a teacup! Not because we are not capable of forcing someone into doing what we say or want against his/her will, but because it’s very hard, if not impossible, to establish a non-consensual relationship with people who so dearly want to unconditionally live the life of a slave. As soon as a person wants that, it’s already consensual (sigh). So in fact, it’s only possible with people who don’t want to be slaves, and I’m not really interested in those.

Still there are moments when MyEgo seduces me to make a complete stranger publicly do my bidding, without even considering to give it a second thought if he could be in for such a scenario or not. Then, it’s pure power play, my will against his. And I can tell you, most men turn into molten wax, once I set my mind to it to possess theirs. Can be totally hilarious you know, and gives me a rush too. Ah, the simple complexity of a whimsical femdom. Don’t you just adore it too?

There’s a silver lining to all this misery though, hehe. I’ve learned it’s best to distinguish between hardcore and soft-core non-consensuality (hmmm, I don’t think ‘consensuality’ is a word, but what the heck, you know what I mean). The first one is still the real thing: The slave doesn't want it, and is in complete disagreement with what is happening to her/him. But oh wonder, after a while he/she gets addicted to her/his new life, and their non-consensual ordeal suddenly becomes their heaven. Of course, from then on, one must call it consensual again. Darn, again? Yuck! But......hallelujah.......in comes the soft-core variant, as even now, in these fine consensual conditions, they still don't have a vote, and still have to comply with my desires, whims, and other awful/awesome stuff. Which they not always love and agree with, lol. And that my good people, makes it at least a little bit non-consensual, and also the difference with mainstream d/s, where the participants consider consent a condicio sine qua non. They need to have mutually agreed upon what’s going to happen. They must have that security. Otherwise the proposed action is out of the question. Hmmmm, one can only wonder why these genuine brave-hearts still need safe-words.  

 

What? Oh, about the pic where it says that women make better slaves than men? It’s based on experience people, exquisite firsthand experience, simply a fruit of having dealt with both gender a few decades without any major interruption.  Although I found a few true powerhouses among the male of the species and really wonderful companions under the whip, I also found, that women generally can take more. They also can handle cruelty and torture better and certainly with more grace. When it comes to making love and having prime, primal, unbridled, and raw sex, they’re way more equipped for that than most males, showing formidable skills, extensive knowledge, above average intelligence, intense sensuality, and out of this world passion, when colliding with me. But maybe this also has to do with my selection criteria?  Btw, you can find a rather lukewarm description (the 2 of us) of such an encounter in the second part of a previous blog.

Fact 5 Every day practice

My slaves are owned by me 24/7/365. They have no bonds anymore with the outside vanilla world. They don't live on their own, they have no vanilla jobs. When I want to enslave a person, I simply tell him/her to follow me. This can happen on the spur of the moment, after carefully having studied and screened a person, or somewhere in between. Like I said, I never negotiate/compromise, and i never look back. Done is done. If one doesn’t follow me instantly on command, I just walk on, unless I’m in the mood to insist and make an issue out of it. Then that person has no choice and is not allowed to escape.  That's how i want it, and how it is done.

Slavery the feminine femdom way is what i love and can’t stay away from. Where vanilla slavery essentially is exploiting, degrading, humiliating, and dehumanizing people, feminine femdom slavery is far from activities like that, and in contrast, is empowering its participants, getting the most out of people's sexuality, banning all obstacles debilitating their drive for experiencing lust, and keeping them on track to answer to what their inner voice tells them is their calling in life, never to deviate from it. 

A potential slave is just radiating slavery, like I am radiating dominance. When we meet, nothing else is needed. We just know we're opposites and yet the same. We just know we're on the same wavelength. And yes, a slave has to wait. Even when the spark is jumping vv, and the chemistry is there in abundance, yes even then, i may decide to leave it right there, and continue my life without sharing it with this new found treasure. Yet, he/she should always be ready to pick up the signs and the signals, and never let the opportunity pass.

I bet you too dream of a beautiful, cold, mean, calculating and whimsical woman, who has written dominance all over her face, body, and outfits, who really forces you to do things against your will, who takes pride in wearing her leather and boots, a charismatic woman who takes pleasure out of making you suffer, who skillfully whips the pain out of your system, who doesn't give a damn and only lets you stay with her to satisfy her own deep seated sexual urges, locking you up afterwards in a tiny cell, mercilessly leaving you there chained to the floor, deprived of any daylight for days, weeks, even months. In short, a devilish woman, an irresistible bitch, who loves to enslave people, and doesn't need to be persuaded to dominate you, who laughs at all the silly ones who must be awakened and slowly guided into dominating their 'slaves' by........yes sir, wait for it........... by their ‘slaves’, hahahaha. 

To get what you want, you have to take risks. Even the risk of massive failure, disappointment, and over the top stress. Could even lead to altering your wants, your desires, and treasured convictions!  But failure can only exist if the results of your actions are compared with the status quo situation you are in now, with some anchor presumed by you to be of value. Why would you do that?  Your yearning for slavery (or dominance) can never be really lessened if you simultaneously need, want, or try, to follow up on the norms, values, expectations, laws, and etiquette of the vanilla world. You know that! These two worlds are incomparable by definition. You know that too! So why take the risk to feel failure, and consequently quit, give up, and settle for something you essentially despise? What? You have to take what life gives you? Rofl! What a traditional way of thinking. Now that’s what I’d call negative submission! What a passive approach. What a lame excuse for aborting your destiny. Well, I’m different.  I force out of life what I want! I squeeze from it the nectar I love to gargle with. And life thanks me for that, as it cherishes people who are not standing in line, waiting to be served! And you know what? Many vanillas admire me for that, envy me, and want to be my friend. Not my slave though (grin).

I admit though, to many my way of living comes across as too extreme, too scary, too farfetched, maybe even considered impossible. But again, it's also what many are dreaming of. Still, if it’s not for you, don’t even try. True, the feminine femdom world empowers beyond belief, sets us free from many burdens, frustrations, and platitudes so very common in the vanilla world, but it can also destroy one’s passion in a horrible way, if one cruises that world superficially, not ready to leave the crowd, and compromises are kept alive as a means of (false) security, a (fake) safe-house,  and as a (not really) valuable source for solving (non-existing) problems. 

At the end of the day, the real question is: Are you a slave or domina by nature, by heart, to the core of your being, or were you manipulated/coerced to believe that? The latter is more common you know, because many of you are so desperate to have a r/l taste from what’s spooking in your heads, consuming a major part of your energy, and triggering powerful fantasies, that you would be more than willing to settle for what’s offered to you, instead of going all the way, breaking truly away from vanilla societies, to go beyond the horizon, and to be the domina or slave you really are.

Many are struggling with their identity, scared as they are of same, and keep lingering on without making any crucial decisions. They feel as if they were in a catch 22 situation, paralyzed, unable to move on. But you must! One way or the other. You need to find out who you really are, what you want, feel, and need. Or at least be convinced that what you found is genuine. And if still in doubt, take the road less, or even better, never traveled! Then relentlessly follow that road, and transform it into your highway, il tuo autostrada, je snelweg, su autopista, הכביש המהיר שלך , your stairway to heaven. Go for it, and find out if you were right. Never settle for anything else or less.

Clearly in this last part I wasn’t talking to the wannabes, the pretenders, and the players, but addressing those who truly feel they were meant to live the life of a slave or domina. Even if one belongs to the chosen ones, it still can be hard to follow up on that if one for many years was continuously bombarded, brainwashed and indoctrinated with the norms and values of the vanilla world, in which all of us were forced to grow up in initially. We simply had no choice, and consequently many of us involuntarily were redirected to something we not really wanted, only vaguely remembering what could have been.  Yeah, life can be a real bitch. So if you can’t make it to our side now, it’s still not the end of the line, and chances are you’ll find a way some day. Maybe not all the way, but hey, even Moses got only a glimpse of the Promised Land. So it’s all right. I guess, hehehe.