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some things Y/you should know about me

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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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7/01/2015

a start to something i'm writing ... comments?

... he stood still, but somewhat befuddled, fidgeting in front of Her, nervously fingering the bottom frayed seams of his t-shirt, well aware that She was thoughtful of his every move. he watched as She casually sipped Her tea and finished off the remaining portions of oatmeal, licking off the remnants with a satisfying flourish.

everything about Her was perfect in his eyes. Her silhouette was slender, with broad athletic shoulders, fit and muscular, which demonstrated the results of many hours of training in swimming and Her innate ability in the martial arts. Her features were delicate, very feminine and pretty from Her wide set hazel eyes to her cute upturned nose, cradled between two high prominent cheekbones. Her sporty short coif dusted the sides of Her shoulders and curled teasingly at the base of Her sylph like neck. She may of been in possession of a body with model like proportions, but it was Her feet that he was in hushed awe of. he loved to watch how they would sway and tease. She would curl and flick Her long, polished appendaged toes at him, balanced on one knee and supported by Her impressive calves.

long ago She had planted, then nurtured this fetish within him. She remembered the first time She had used Her innocent white converses to toy and tease with him. stepping so hard on his hands that there was a delightful snapping sound, commonly associated with the crushing of cartilage. there were also deep traceable imprints of Her treads on the surface of his flesh and of course his whining, whimpering and thoses wonderful tears. She then would lift one foot up at a time and make him undo the tied laces with his teeth and then slide off Her pungent sneaker. oh My, this was especially amusing and definitely enjoyable upon returning from a good workout in the gym. a slight grin crept across Her lips as She twirled Her spoon in Her tea and filed the recollection.

yes, the first time I forced him to drink water from My sweat soaked tennis shoe. oh the confused look on his adorable puppy dog face. that is something I shall never forget.

now, She used it wantonly against him, especially when She was in the mood for extortion, or maybe, perhaps, just for the hell of it. She narrowed Her eyes and pinned him down with a penetrating stare. a disconcerting, pulsing shiver went up his spine.

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