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.
To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he’s a machine, a walking dildo.
Valerie Solanas said that, bless her little cotton socks.
The male gaze is often directed inappropriately, such as when men attempt to peek away from the wall during corner time. Fortunately, women know of techniques to help us learn not to look where we mustn’t.
They might even try a little roleplay later on.
In Valerie Solanas’s utopia, the testicles themselves would be illegal contraband and confiscated at the border.
In my experience, women really hate it when you lose consciousness during a heavy pain session. And if you think about it, it’s a very selfish thing to do: putting your own needs ahead of hers.
Some men spend their whole lives chasing after beautiful women.
Soon after my marriage I learnt to stop worrying about being whipped and instead learned to worry about whether I was doing everything I could to please my SO. You might see it as a mere semantic distinction, as the two are so closely linked, but I found it helped.
Incidentally, you might be interested to learn that I have discovered the man who holds the best job in the world. Doesn’t look very happy about it, does he? Perhaps he’ll resign and they’ll advertise for a replacement… we can but dream.
6 thoughts on “To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he’s a machine, a walking dildo.”
Walking dildos, talking erections, Ugg!
That’s why some women are talking about having their husbands fixed, improved. They’ve ask me to come along with the other women and talk to a husband, without other men being present, and explain that it’s “the manly thing to do”.
Most old men are duds. However I was with an older man who couldn’t get it up, but who could put me in paradise. Slow, gentile, it was all about me, not him. Then he snuggled me all night long; I was in paradise !!!!
Your revulsion is entirely justified, Rosita. But I do think old men can their uses – and I say that not just because as an old man myself, I fear one day being disposed of like the dry scrap of used tissue I am. Largely non-sexual uses, admittedly. Financial tribute, for example, from pointless but highly successful old men to unqualified but fundamentally more important young ladies can help redress some of what is wrong in our society. And old men find physical labour much more difficult, which for example can make forcing them to do it much more enjoyable. What sight could be more inspiring than that of a couple of fit young ladies, vigorously whipping and mocking a wrinkled, aged and wheezing old pony ‘boy’ to drag their carriage along at a speed they could easily exceed on foot? Sometimes the journey – and the suffering – is more important than the destination.
Artur Janov popularised the idea in the 1970s that screaming wildly at the ocean would release stress and inhibitions. I believe he established a centre in California with easy access to Santa Monica beach.
It sounds like your therapist and client would both enjoy an updated version of this therapeutic practice. Where the woman wields the knife (or mallet, booted heel, half bricks etc) and the man does the screaming.
It’s a new form of therapy, devoted to identifying principal causes of women’s distress, finding out where they live, then hunting them down and beating them savagely. And any root causes discovered must be plucked out or at least severely pruned like the annoying weeds they are.
She’s happy for males to scream at the ocean, too, or in any direction they please, really.
Ah now, Shorty, castration is such a natural and ever-present theme in my material, that it won’t usually need its own specific post. I do expect to produce a themed post on the controversial subject of non-consensual femdom play (I mean non-consensual on the male side, obviously, not a post about forcing ladies to whip naughty boys). Now, while I can’t guarantee that every one of those captions will relate to castration, I think it would be bizarre if they didn’t. After all, women faced with a helplessly-immobilised male and no consequences arising for any… incidental injuries inflicted during over-enthusiastic play, are hardly likely to resist their natural feminine inclination to do a bit of tidying-up down there, now are they?
Walking dildos, talking erections, Ugg!
That’s why some women are talking about having their husbands fixed, improved. They’ve ask me to come along with the other women and talk to a husband, without other men being present, and explain that it’s “the manly thing to do”.
Most old men are duds. However I was with an older man who couldn’t get it up, but who could put me in paradise. Slow, gentile, it was all about me, not him. Then he snuggled me all night long; I was in paradise !!!!
Tenderly,
Rosita
Your revulsion is entirely justified, Rosita. But I do think old men can their uses – and I say that not just because as an old man myself, I fear one day being disposed of like the dry scrap of used tissue I am. Largely non-sexual uses, admittedly. Financial tribute, for example, from pointless but highly successful old men to unqualified but fundamentally more important young ladies can help redress some of what is wrong in our society. And old men find physical labour much more difficult, which for example can make forcing them to do it much more enjoyable. What sight could be more inspiring than that of a couple of fit young ladies, vigorously whipping and mocking a wrinkled, aged and wheezing old pony ‘boy’ to drag their carriage along at a speed they could easily exceed on foot? Sometimes the journey – and the suffering – is more important than the destination.
Best wishes
S
Primal Scream Therapy
Artur Janov popularised the idea in the 1970s that screaming wildly at the ocean would release stress and inhibitions. I believe he established a centre in California with easy access to Santa Monica beach.
It sounds like your therapist and client would both enjoy an updated version of this therapeutic practice. Where the woman wields the knife (or mallet, booted heel, half bricks etc) and the man does the screaming.
After all, wellness is everything.
PP
It’s a new form of therapy, devoted to identifying principal causes of women’s distress, finding out where they live, then hunting them down and beating them savagely. And any root causes discovered must be plucked out or at least severely pruned like the annoying weeds they are.
She’s happy for males to scream at the ocean, too, or in any direction they please, really.
Best wishes
S
Thank you Servitor! Tantalizingly close to a castration-themed post, not seen since ‘Cut Short’ thirteen years ago… Perhaps time for another?
Ah now, Shorty, castration is such a natural and ever-present theme in my material, that it won’t usually need its own specific post. I do expect to produce a themed post on the controversial subject of non-consensual femdom play (I mean non-consensual on the male side, obviously, not a post about forcing ladies to whip naughty boys). Now, while I can’t guarantee that every one of those captions will relate to castration, I think it would be bizarre if they didn’t. After all, women faced with a helplessly-immobilised male and no consequences arising for any… incidental injuries inflicted during over-enthusiastic play, are hardly likely to resist their natural feminine inclination to do a bit of tidying-up down there, now are they?
Best wishes
S