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
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