female supremacist – Contemplating the divine

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking

So in the interests of spreading heterodox ideas – or just helping males to think at all, quite frankly – I am sharing with you these publishers’ flyers for upcoming publications. No idea when they will be published so, if any take your fancy, just keep an eye out for them in your local bookshop, porn outlet or paper recycling centre.

Apologies to Paltego of Femdom Resource for faking a short review by him on the ‘dominatrix memoir’*. Unlike much fakery on the Internet these days, it’s easy to tell this isn’t real: it’s on this blog.

And to Mistress Eleise too for the same thing. But then, if I apologised to her for every occasion on which I have taken her name in vain, I’d be doing a lot of apologising. As I do, but normally I pay for the privilege. I have actually had a few chances to express my deep contrition to her in person (not for this, but for ‘smirking’, which offended her) in Paris and very memorable times they were.

Apologies, while I’m at it, to the talented Nanshakh for using one of his works of genius as the cover for ‘Chariots of the Goddesses’. I generally avoid using artworks as I think they should stand (or crawl or grovel) for themselves and rights rest with the creators. However this particular image has been very widely shared on the Internet after right-wingers in the US (yes – there are a few over there, although they’re very quiet and try to keep their views to themselves) picked it up and captioned it “This is the future that Liberals want“. Which is weird to me, because where I live, our Lib Dem councillors mainly seem more interested in fly-tipping and dangerous riding on e-bikes than creating a female supremacist slave society. But one can but dream.

Any more apologies? Maybe to the entire female population of the planet, for my existence.

Taken to your leader

… and she’s not happy with your performance. More science fiction.

Ferocious and fascinating

Oh well. I suppose they can stick with this one for a while, until they find something better.

Looks like a good earthy loam, much more palatable than the acidic, chalky stuff where I live.

Female supremacy’s actually quite simple at heart – even a male can be brought to an understanding of it, with a little effort.

Whatever floor she wants is the floor you can become.

In later life, Mike would ruefully recall worrying that Carole would turn into her mother, little imagining how much stricter she could become.

Callous whispers

No household bills, but Dave’s still paying off the instalments on his motorbike. And it’s not like the pay-pig gets to choose, right?

Cometh the hour, cometh the humiliation freak.

The Government have been giving men a chance to show they can improve without harsh measures. So far, results have been quite disappointing.

Goes with your total lack of personality, I expect. Sorry, but someone had to tell you.

Of course, the only reliable way to decide which OWK Lady is nicest is to experience a whipping from each of them in turn. Fortunately, Nigel’s already been sufficiently outspoken that there’s a rota on the wall of the Ladies’ break room to ensure that’s exactly what he gets over the course of his stay.

Let her take you on a little trip

It’s another science fiction special. What… you prefer the world of today?

Anyway, it being a science fiction special, you get seven. In both senses.

Obviously, some things have moved on. Shock-collars can draw unlimited power without being plugged in, for instance, so there’s no danger of them running low, and testicular reconstructive surgery has greatly extended males’ ball-busting capabilities. But the eternal truths remain, that’s why they’re called that.

I think society needs exactly that. Urgently.

He also enjoys dressing up as a maintenance bot and mincing around scrubbing out the CO₂ filters.

I appreciate it can be hard sometimes for men to get women to take them seriously, but that’s because we’re ridiculous.

One advantage is that a real human is obviously vastly more creative than a sex robot. Emma has lots of interesting ideas.

Don’t worry: they have plastic sacks that they can bag the males in, when they find them, and those can be sealed to keep the smell in. I expect they’ll make sure there’s plenty of air, and if not… well, they’re not exactly short of males, they’re really just chasing down the renegades out of principle.

You might think that only holographic entities like the Doctor can have their programming adjusted, but that’s not true: just ask any domme.

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son—and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

Leaving plenty of time for any other things she has planned in the remainder of the session.

Male brains are often fixated upon numbers: how many weeks, how many months… getting on for a year. Whereas women are much more interested in feelings: I’m sure she’d love to hear how unbearably frustrating he’s finding it, but he’s just stuck in Mars-mode.

That’s OK, I’m *really* good at fucking off.

If you’re still unsure how much to pledge, the suggested donation is ‘all of it, idiot!’.

She’s right, you know. It might be best to remember that at all times, from now on.

Oh… it’s just possible some popcorn will fall on the floor during the show, maybe even get squished under her boots. You’re OK dealing with that too, right?

Obviously, the complexities of female supremacist theory are beyond most men, but there are simplified versions aimed at a male readership, such as *Female Supremacy for Idiots*, or, for those finding even that a stretch, *Female Supremacy for Complete Fucking Morons*. Or there are short residential courses that explain everything very clearly.

Now here’s some excellent news: Red Rump is back!

Oh, and also this is rather lovely and has long free trailers. I recommend watching Camille doing her thing, very wonderfully. Très chic!

Hold me, squeeze me

Just a little extra, because it’s not really a proper post with captions or anything. But some people think this blog exaggerates the degree to which women in the so-called ‘real world’ enjoy inflicting pain and humiliation on males. But, as is so often the case, ‘some people’ are wrong. One thing I’ve noticed in recent years is that more and more women are making the internationally-recognised ball-crushing gesture, in which the hands come together and simultaneously squeeze and separate the testicles in the scrotum. A clearer display of fierce female empowerment, it would be hard to imagine, and it’s everywhere. Once you see it, you can’t stop seeing it or wincing.

A few examples.

Never forget you’re not going to have a choice…

…and of course…

UPDATE! A few entirely made-up people I’ve discussed this with have suggested that this self-evidently female supremacist gesture is actually a heart shape. A heart shape. Right. Here’s the goddess of the gesture herself… let’s watch the development, shall we?

[Sarcasm alert] Yeah, right… I think we can all agree that Ms Swift is making a lovey dovey little heart gesture, there, hmm? You just keep thinking that, boy. After all, women just like romance and flowers and kittens and stuff… I’m sure everything’s going to be just fine.

Men say, it’s criminal, what women’ll do

What they’re forgetting is, this is 1922!

Ah, would that it were! Or possibly 1932 or thereabouts…. Downton Domination, anyway.

PS: To the Repentant Sorceress, you should not longer be blocked (and puns are definitely OK, or this blog would disappear into a black hole of hypocrisy).

Every man with a vote was considered a foe to woman suffrage

So take away his vote and things should go just swimmingly. It’s a politics special.

And look, what can I say… I realise not every male pines for a future in which male ‘freedoms’ are abolished and men’s ‘rights’ and ‘dignity’ are crushed under a merciless steel-toed boot of righteous female fury. I get that, truly I do. Whippings, enforced chastity for those permitted to keep their genitals, electric shock collars… it’s not an easy life for males in the female supremacist utopia, I’ll admit. But can you look at how the world is run today – just look at a random headline, almost any day, quite frankly – and tell me, hand on your heart, that it wouldn’t be better like that? Hmm? Really?