Saturday, May 17, 2008
Female Supremacist Dreams X3
"I know you, I know your gender, I know your kind. Like all males you are devoted to your little cock. Your thoughts revolve around it, your desires are about fulfilling it. It's your best friend, in many ways the source of your worth as a male. Understand that I care nothing for the pathetic little thing. It will never bring me pleasure, if you stay with me long enough it will no longer bring you pleasure either. I will deny it, I will ignore it, I will mock it. Importantly, I will not allow it to exist for you as it exists for others, I will work tirelessly to make all it's pleasures disappear. Understand well, the only sexual pleasure I will allow is my own, you would simply have to learn to find your pleasure in a reflection of my own for your own sexual satisfaction will not be allowed. Do you understand what a life of denial truly means?"
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Yes, Ma'am. I do. And it takes my breath away.
Respectfully,
scott
Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse
Milliscent-
Oh yes, I do. I've lived it, and been trained to precisely where you promise to take your male property.
More on that tomorrow, tho....
-saratoga
Reading the last three posts on this theme, I find myself caught in a quandary. Not in reference to the writing, nor the sentiment, both of which are excellent and sincere…yet I cannot say that they take my breath away. I love the sentiment; I love the raw power of it, the honest pursuit of your own way, Milliscent. I’ve argued for that, I’ve preached it as something women ought to possess. I love that it is written here, directly, by someone other than myself. I love that the philosophy exists in the world.
And still I find myself driven away by it.
Forgive me for making this a long answer, but I feel I must; and since you have brought it up, I want to discuss it here rather than on my blog. You may kill this comment if you wish.
I think I understand why there are so many men who make appointments with professional and amateur Dommes alike, who then fail to appear. It is more, I think, that merely fear…or a lack of sincerity. To some degree, any explanation must also include that often, there is too much that is made too clear. As a submissive, to be submissive, I find that I must be a little ignorant as to what is going on.
Let me explain. The best scene in a so-so film, A Bug’s Life, comes when two bugs are hovering above the front porch of a house, at night, near a bug zapper. Suddenly one of the bugs turns and begins to fly directly at the light. “No, Harry, don’t do it!” cries out the other bug. “I can’t help it,” says Harry plaintively. “It’s so beauooooooootiful!”
Whereupon he hits the light and dies.
Seeing my Mistress, I don’t see anything of what you’ve written, Milliscent—although it describes her philosophy as well as yours. I may know all that…but I forget it when I look at her. I’m not drawn to her philosophy, I’m drawn to the irrational commitment I have to her glory that is her presence. I want to kneel to it; I want to be near it. While I am there, I’m indifferent to the cuffs and restraints as she adds them. All I can see it the light.
Then I’m zapped and there isn’t a thing I can do.
You’re not wrong as you read between these lines that I have some protest to make about what you’ve written. The protest is this—that what you’ve written seems to presume that I am excited at the idea that my little cock will never bring you pleasure. That I ache for you to mock it, and make all its pleasures disappear, and that I can’t wait for a life of true desire.
When in fact these are all the things that excite you. And as much as I want those things to excite you, and my Mistress, something must be said about these things being a terrible horror for most men, and not as something that might draw them as a male submissives.
I can’t imagine why you should care about that. Still, I think most men want to be lied to. The fantasy entails, I believe, both elements of the bug zapper. The cruel, brutal petite mort that you have written here…and the beautiful, compelling light that is all we males wish to see. That allows us the unrealistic fantasy that it will never get as bad as our imaginations; that the light won’t really kill us, and that it will embrace us and make us feel fulfilled.
Goddess,
This all sounds wonderful and exciting. As with all of Your recent Female Supremacist Dreams posts, Your desires and daydreams are so clear and so many aspects sound much like paradise to one so deeply interested in full surrender of mind body and soul to Goddess of Your stature. Beyond orgasm denial and chastity, have You ever considered hormone therapy which would induce a shrinking of the penis and impotency over time? Does the thought of truly eliminating Your slaves penis in this nature excite you? It frightens me almost as much as it excites me when i fantisize about the sacrifice i would be making to You by doing so. The fact that dildo training is something You demand and expect is always such a thrill to read. As one with dreams of true and deep submission, i see no need for a penis at all knowing that You take such pleasure in ravishing men's tight little backsides. The only penis in Your life would be those You deem worthy of becoming Your lover(s), and as Your slave, Your lover and his penis should be treated with reverence and worship as well by Your slave. To me a good slave would serve both You and Your lover(s) in any way You or he see fit. Your property has no need for a penis (other than as an item for Your abuse and amusement) and sould focus on the sexual imporance of thier mouth and ass in the relationship, and using them to satisfy Your desires and pleasure alone.
Thanks for the excellent reading as always. Your blog is a destination of mine daily.
with deepest reverence
c
well you certainly seem to be living all your dreams....
scott,
That is why I like you!
saratoga,
I always love reading about your training, your experiences.
alexis,
Thank you for the compliments on these little posts, they are appreciated.
As for killing your comment, rest assured that I would never do that. I let all comments through, all except for spam. Even those occasional ones that are bitterly antagonistic towards me.
All that said, on to the ‘meat’ of your comment.
Denial can I think help us to overcome our fears, it can help us to explore or embrace experiences that we would not if we were not able to place a nice web of self denial around them. I wonder if that is a bad thing though?
You mention that you don’t see your Mistress in what I’ve written. I should respond that perhaps I don’t see what I’ve written in myself either. I’m quite certain that those I play with do not see it within me. It is a fantasy, in some ways a philosophy, lastly a view of life. It’s also however an exercise of the intellect, a view of life as opposed to a way of life. We may in our fantasies idealize such a world, but I think that at its core, it’s essence it is an unattainable world. I also have to wonder if that is a bad thing?
I wonder, in some ways is not the fear response quite similar, sister to the arousal response?
As for embrace, fulfillment, I wonder can those not be found within the fantasy roles I’ve laid out here? I do think that they could be.
c,
Thank you for the very kind comments.
Yes, the thought, the fantasy you mention is exciting to me, very exciting!
Exciting as a fantasy though. I'm not sure that attempting it in real life would hold the same appeal. Health risk caused by hormones is certainly something which would place a damper on the enjoyment.
I'm also not sure what the effect of a lower sex drive within the male would have. I expect though that it would be detrimental. It seems from my experience that insanely turned on men make the most perfect servants. Reduce that powerful sex drive, and you may just reduce the quality of service.
As for your feelings about sex, yes, I agree completely!
bdenied,
I am indeed blessed. Blessed to have a life filled with wonderful people who give me the ability to live my dreams!
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