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this blog is about me and my expressions and acceptance of being a male submissive within a female dominated world. i accept the rule of female dominance and supremacy and realize that it is only a matter of time when this shall be the cultural norm within O/our society. in this blog one will find examples of my art, my writings, jottings, videos, observations and stories which chronicle and revolve around my life and fetishes. throughout this blog i hope to honor the creativity, superior intelligence, strength and physical vitality of women, while at the same time point out the insecurities, shortcomings and frailties of males. as such, this blog has a decidedly Femdomme slant.

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1/13/2015

the true pleasure is in giving and serving

some blogs really address and speak to the heart of the matter. this particular post really hits home for me. ~pescado

The Conversation Continued ...

From Femdom 101's Blog By Mistress Kathy:
Monday, Jan. 12th, 2015

One of the wonderful things about having grown children is the opportunity to talk with them on an adult basis. As a mom the challenge is to be helpful rather than intrusive. Often times I will find myself walking a fine line as Becky and I talk about issues with her family. It is one thing to ask about what the children might want for Christmas. It is quite another thing to suggest that her husband might have some of the same submissive needs as that of her father.

Someone asked if it easy for women to tell if a man is submissive. Masculine submission  is not something you can just look at and make a determination.. In my opinion you really need to get to know a person to see how they react to challenges and controversy. For example a truly submissive man will almost always give in when his opinion is challenged. This is especially true when his opinion is challenged by a female. The submissive man is quick to say that I take no offense by what you told me as I'm Hers did on the challenge of his use of the bitch word.  And yes, I do love to be around men like him and John who are among those special angles who live to please.

Toward the end of that conversation with Becky I mentioned to her that her husband had some of the same submissive characteristics as her father. She was surprised to hear me say this. 'What do you mean', she asked. At that moment we were sipping wine and our glasses were on the empty side.
I suggested to her that she call David in form the kitchen so that he could refill our glasses. 'Why should I do that,' she asked 'the bottle is right here'. I laughed a little, and told her it is an experiment.
'Call him in, ask him sweetly to refill the glasses, and then send him back to the kitchen' I suggested to her. Becky gave me a strange look, but she did call him in response to my request.

When called David quickly came in form the kitchen where he and John had been working. 'Honey, refill our glasses please' she said to him with a sweet smile. David looked a little confused as the bottle sat on the table within easy reach of Becky's hand. David said sure and  did as requested. Becky then said something like thank you honey while sending him back to the kitchen. David's only response was something like 'do you need anything else'. 'No' Becky responded 'you are excused'. David could not hide the smile on his face as he said thank you to her.

That little episode with the wine bottle was meant to give Becky a lesson in what is commonly referred to as male management. Femdom is not really about whips and chains. Most often it is about the little things such as allowing a man the privilege of serving. Learning to be a mistress is often  about learning to enjoy men as loving submissive beings who want little more in life than serving a mistress. For some reason society seems to classify submissive men as of less value than the so called alpha males. Yet, in my estimation it is the submissive husband who makes being a woman so very special. Not all men are submissive, but those few who want to please with their desire for service are truly special. They are the keepers. Just as I am lucky to have my baby, Katie is fortunate to have found her jewel.

Love, Mistress

1/05/2015

the order of things

my Mistress stopped over on the weekend and acted like She had never left. Her flourish for announcing edicts and giving orders startled me at first. but, i enjoyed the momentum and the rhythmic flow of Her demands.

" Make Me dinner, and be quick about it."

" Pour Me some wine"

"Retrieve My clothes from the car."

She kept me jumping and it was fascinating to watch how Her dominance and naturally bossy nature mowed me over to a manageable little mangled nub, She could squish with Her feet, if  She had really wanted to.

W/we had finished just dinner and there was a question as to where sleeping accomodations would be.

 moving upstairs She sprawled out luxuriously on my queen sized bed in the master suite..

"Naturally, I shall be sleeping here tonight. Bring My things, the laptop then plug it in for Me and ...

She continued going on inssuing instructions and finally acknowledged me after i had mistakenly interrupted Her.

"but, where am i to sleep?" i asked shyly looking down at my stocking feet.

She stopped mid sentence as a warming leer crept over Her lips.

with a syruppy retort She expounded ...

 "Why you will be sleeping on the couch of course My little fish. here is your blanket" She threw it fast at me.. "And here are Your pillows" She clobbered me hard in the face two times then rose to Her full height.

"Now, leave me. I wish to sleep"

 i stood their beaten and transfixed by Her dominant demeanor and attitude.

"Oh, WHAT do you want now fish? I am tired and I want to go to sleep."

i hesistated just a bit, which irritated Her all the more.

shuffling my feet, i mumbled,

"so things are the way they were?"

She stretched Her arms up over Her head, then smiled with an evil satisfied grin.
"If you mean that you WILL wait on Me and SERVE Me hand and foot. Then, yes absolutely"

"Now, get Me some more wine and skidaddle."

like the well intentioned slave that i am i left Her presence .... rather, i skipped from Her presence with a silly grin on my face and then clumsily took a header down the steps.

from the top of the steps i heard her laughing uncontrollably.
"Oh, pescado, You make me laugh so. Now, shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

i stumbled hurt into the foyer and thought.

"yes, i maybe Her court jester in many respects,
but She is my Queen:"