Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
But only if she says you can
Consent is so important in femdom, don’t you agree? So many men in the scene just don’t get that: but the way I see it, if you’re down on your knees and you want to get up but she doesn’t give her explicit consent, then that’s an absolute no-no. No ifs, no buts, no pleading. So what if your knees are hurting? Women have a right to decide what to do with their own males and that’s that.
Keep calm. It’s probably just one of those deals in which they remain attached to you but they’re ‘technically’ hers, you know? To kick and crush whenever she likes. Anyway, you might win. The King’s got to be the most powerful piece, right? And you’ve still got that.
If you think about it, it’s actually quite arrogant for a human male to think he deserves better treatment than a ‘real’ dog. I mean, dogs are quite intelligent, so if anything it should be the other way around.
Actually, one of the guys with a beard just behind her is wearing women’s slacks* under his shorts, so it’s not just you.
Just another stunningly beautiful woman (Nata Lee), lounging around in red lingerie until she gets cross and decides it’s time to put you over her lap and smack your bottom until you cry. Contemplating the Divine… because ‘real life’ is over-rated.
Of course the normal guys don’t pay anything like as much for making the mess as you have to to clean it up. But then if life was fair I guess we wouldn’t have femdom.
Anya’s a lot more relaxed and open about her AFM past then many A-listers. No names but if you happen to own a copy of April 2013, there’s a certain Hollywood megastar actress who’d pay a lot to get hold of it and remove it, permanently… or would pay someone else a lot to do the same to you.
I aroused my recent man to where he was in a heavenly world. Then I left him dangling in the real over-rated life of denial and punishment. He couldn’t resist worshipping me for my cruelty. Then I smiled in delight and went out to afternoon tea with my girlfriends and giggled. Life is good for women. I’m glad I’m not pathetic like most men.
Empowered,
Rosita
Rosita.
Thank you for another entertaining set. The first one was something of a “wake-up call” (as if I needed one) about just how twisted I am.
I have long been aware of there being something distinctly femdom about chess – with its core characteristics including the powerful queen and feeble and vulnerable king and the game’s objective being the hunting and killing of that king, as you point out.
But it’s only now I realise just how erotically charged I have always unconsciously found the act of “mating” (even the word is sexually charged, of course) – especially when the final position involves just one side’s king and the other side’s queen and king.
I realise I’ve always found something distinctly “Xenia Onatopp” about the classic queen & king mating position in which the queen moves up next to and then “straddles” the opposition king. And now I realise too there’s a cuckolding scenario vibe about the way the queen’s own king stands meekly beside/behind her while she “consummates” (a word that also contains a chess reference) the kill.
I wonder at what stage in my life (given that I was first introduced to chess as a child) these more explicit associations developed and grew – all the time without me even openly realising they existed until seeing your caption now.
This is an excellent response! Thank you kindly.
I would only add that we women don’t go in for the kill, but rather the capture. We prefer and manipulate men who are alive and with balls.
Rosita
Goodness, tom, I’m honoured to have activated an entirely new perversion in you. I’ll confess the erotic potential of the game has never really gripped me… well, that’s not true. There was one period, a few years back, perhaps:
Best wishes
Yes, I appreciate that my specific perversions concerning this particular aspect of the game may mark me out as being really pretty unusual.
But perhaps this short video, which teaches the checkmating pattern to which I’m referring, may at least demonstrate the characteristics I noted in my original message even if it doesn’t wholly convince you of the erotic charge I consider the final position to contain:
As the busty young instructress puts it (in words Xenia Onatopp herself may perhaps have used on a royal victim if she chose his throat as the portion of his anatomy to squeeze, thereby granting him a final mouthful of paradise in his final moments), “In your face, Mr King!”
Ah, I could happily take chess lessons from that lovely young lady. I can be a bit of a slow learner and some teachers find that exasperating but I somehow feel sure she’d cope with that admirably and find a way to help me improve my game.
Goodness, tom, I’d never heard of chessboxing. It does sound fun, to be beaten up and humiliated both physically and intellectually. I think I could be a very unworthy opponent for any lady who fancies giving it a go.
Although, I think our own little subculture might prefer chesskickboxing. Or speedchessfaceslapping… she moves, leans forward and slaps you hard across the cheeks, then you have to make your move in three seconds after the slap. She gets as long as she likes to think, of course: it adds to the anticipation.
Seems to me it might be fun to be the chess clock when two ladies play speed chess too… having to remember the total time taken by each player so far, updating after each of them vigorously slams you with her palm when she’s made a move.
When playing chess, I find that once my opponent manages to queen me, I lose my sense of concentration and generally have to concede the game pretty quickly. Or when playing any game, really.
I aroused my recent man to where he was in a heavenly world. Then I left him dangling in the real over-rated life of denial and punishment. He couldn’t resist worshipping me for my cruelty. Then I smiled in delight and went out to afternoon tea with my girlfriends and giggled. Life is good for women. I’m glad I’m not pathetic like most men.
Empowered,
Rosita
Rosita.
Dangling helplessly, physically or metaphorically, while the ladies linger over their afternoon tea is very heaven.
Best wishes
S
Thank you for another entertaining set. The first one was something of a “wake-up call” (as if I needed one) about just how twisted I am.
I have long been aware of there being something distinctly femdom about chess – with its core characteristics including the powerful queen and feeble and vulnerable king and the game’s objective being the hunting and killing of that king, as you point out.
But it’s only now I realise just how erotically charged I have always unconsciously found the act of “mating” (even the word is sexually charged, of course) – especially when the final position involves just one side’s king and the other side’s queen and king.
I realise I’ve always found something distinctly “Xenia Onatopp” about the classic queen & king mating position in which the queen moves up next to and then “straddles” the opposition king. And now I realise too there’s a cuckolding scenario vibe about the way the queen’s own king stands meekly beside/behind her while she “consummates” (a word that also contains a chess reference) the kill.
I wonder at what stage in my life (given that I was first introduced to chess as a child) these more explicit associations developed and grew – all the time without me even openly realising they existed until seeing your caption now.
Best
tom
This is an excellent response! Thank you kindly.
I would only add that we women don’t go in for the kill, but rather the capture. We prefer and manipulate men who are alive and with balls.
Rosita
Goodness, tom, I’m honoured to have activated an entirely new perversion in you. I’ll confess the erotic potential of the game has never really gripped me… well, that’s not true. There was one period, a few years back, perhaps:
Best wishes
S
Yes, I appreciate that my specific perversions concerning this particular aspect of the game may mark me out as being really pretty unusual.
But perhaps this short video, which teaches the checkmating pattern to which I’m referring, may at least demonstrate the characteristics I noted in my original message even if it doesn’t wholly convince you of the erotic charge I consider the final position to contain:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV2c-EvWqQw
As the busty young instructress puts it (in words Xenia Onatopp herself may perhaps have used on a royal victim if she chose his throat as the portion of his anatomy to squeeze, thereby granting him a final mouthful of paradise in his final moments), “In your face, Mr King!”
Best
tom
Ah, I could happily take chess lessons from that lovely young lady. I can be a bit of a slow learner and some teachers find that exasperating but I somehow feel sure she’d cope with that admirably and find a way to help me improve my game.
Best wishes
S
Chess / Femdom
Two of my favouritethings. And “queening” is very exciting in both!
PP
PS: I would recommend a quick Google of “Botez sisters” if you wish to add a little variety to your chess-domme fantasy repertoire.
Thank you, P/P, for introducing me to my new favourite chess players.
Even more excitingly (and linking neatly with the first caption in Servitor’s latest set), Andrea chessboxes too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHLcyYsfxB4
Wow – my chess-domme fantasy cup runneth over!
Best
tom
Goodness, tom, I’d never heard of chessboxing. It does sound fun, to be beaten up and humiliated both physically and intellectually. I think I could be a very unworthy opponent for any lady who fancies giving it a go.
Although, I think our own little subculture might prefer chesskickboxing. Or speedchessfaceslapping… she moves, leans forward and slaps you hard across the cheeks, then you have to make your move in three seconds after the slap. She gets as long as she likes to think, of course: it adds to the anticipation.
Seems to me it might be fun to be the chess clock when two ladies play speed chess too… having to remember the total time taken by each player so far, updating after each of them vigorously slams you with her palm when she’s made a move.
Best wishes, both
S
When playing chess, I find that once my opponent manages to queen me, I lose my sense of concentration and generally have to concede the game pretty quickly. Or when playing any game, really.
Best wishes
S