It’s the latest in an occasional series celebrating the thrill and beauty of non-consensual femdom. Do I need to explain that this is intended to be tongue-in-cheek? I probably do, because most of you are male and thus a bit dim, even when you’re not wanking. In reality, consent is obviously of utmost importance in our weird little corner of the Internet. Any male speaking, acting or holding back money without his domme’s active and conscious permission to do so, is doing femdom wrong.
On Non-Consent
They understood all this very well in another age. Allow me to quote from a the scandalous female libertine of the Ancien Regime . . .
For me, a man becomes interesting at the exact moment when his fear of the void is eclipsed by his craving for my approval. If he will not go to the gallows for my amusement, he has never loved me. If he never loved me, he is unworthy of life. When I look upon a suitor, I do not ask if he can provide me with jewels, land or title; I ask if he can provide me with his ghost.
from Chapter XI, De la Volupté Féminine et de la Souffrance Mâle by Alix-Serafine de Malefosse, Duchesse de Mortfontaine
Goodness, PP, that Alix-Serafine de Malefosse, Duchesse de Mortfontaine, sounds like a right little go-er.
Only to be expected perhaps, of the culture that invented sadism, although it took an Austrian, writing in the following century, to get it the right way around at last.
Best wishes
S
Most enjoyable. You have a knack for this, Servitor. Thank you for your service.
– James
Thank you, James. I’d probably do it even if no one else was interested, to be honest, but it’s nice that my obsessions provide some amusement to a tiny (but high-quality) fraction of the global pervertual population.
15 years anniversary coming up at the end of January! No idea yet what I’ll do for it… maybe a little celebratory floor-mopping.
Best wishes
S