If the picture above offends, upsets, or grosses you out please do not continue to read further. This means you Jamie!
I have written extensively about all the nice parts of devoted male service, female led relationships and about the need for a world Gynarchy and such.
This isn’t that.
This post is all about my dark side. My strong sado-masochistic desires. It turns out that all girls aren’t made of sugar and spice and everything nice. And some boys like me cherish the ones with far darker wet dreams…
Almost two decades ago, I found one of my heroines in Faye Kane and her writing THINGS MY FUTURE HUSBAND WILL DO IF HE REALLY LOVES ME. She admitted to masturbating to the most inhumane, sadistic treatments of herself, inviting degradation, pain, and even death at the hands of someone who would really, really get off on it. Living a pointless existence except for the arousal her suffering could give another. And there where others… JustaGimp, “There is no return to a normal life for it. It no longer can be human. It is now less…. a worth less fuck thing… Less then even a sub creature. Fuckmeat, fuck puppet, fuck object… Just holes in a latex suit. And for it, this is the a joyful life one it was born for.” and Miss Irene Clearmont‘s tales of blackmail and permanent slavery… Oh my!
What follows is not a fantasy wish list, it is inspiration for the right woman. The woman who cums from forcing a man through his ‘no, not’ list one-by-one, gleefully ignoring each of his “please no!”s. This is to make her nipples harden, her labia swell… her breath become shallow and her heartbeat quicken. This is being her muse and offering her myself as a blank tapestry for her own wickedness and cruelty. This is for the woman who reads this list and says “and…“! For without her wicked desire, it is all pointless. I am pointless.
“Your cock is no longer for any type of pleasure. It will be used BY ME to frustrate you & inflict pain on you. This will help train & control you and it is in your best interest. Any pleasure you get from now on will be from serving ME & helping ME have fantastic orgasms whenever I want them. No negotiation, no going back, no mercy. Once clicked, the ratchet never backs off. Ever. I may permit you a ruined orgasm from time to time if you go one day without food or 12 hours without water or 30 seconds without air. After you’ve cum we’ll permanently extend the requirement to the original amount + the current amount. 30 seconds becomes 60, becomes 90… I think it will be super hot to watch you slowly starve and suffocate yourself in frustration!”
It no longer matters how close you get or many times I make you edge, your response will always and forever be, “Please don’t let me cum Goddess!”
At my whim, you are going to build me a video library of your ever increasing humiliations and tortures;
- You peeing into my panties then stuffing them into your wide open mouth and taping your mouth shut over them… just to remind you your silence, as well as piss, is golden.
- Next you’ll pee into a glass and pour it over your head for me.
- We’ll use your wife’s fucking machine to ass fuck yourself while I watch via Zoom and laugh and yell out commands. “Faster! Slower! Deeper!! HARDER!”
- And I would be remiss if I didn’t watch you do a little ass to mouth practice – take out the butt plug I had you shove up your ass last night out and lick and suck it clean for me. Make love to it! Show me what a passionate shit eater you would be for me!
- Oh, we’re not done there… now shit on a plate and kiss it and lick it like candy. Some day you might be lucky enough to have the honor of mine to enjoy!
- Text me every 30 minutes on the dot for 24 hours. Awwww, I bet you’ll be soooo tired when I tell you, “Again.”
- Cut my initials into your chest and thighs and wash yourself in your blood. MY blood.
- Next I think I will starve you. No food until given permission. Then I might allow you to feed yourself a can of cat food. In fact if your weight ever goes above 200lbs, I will have you drive needles into your cock and balls. Maybe nails. And next month I might make it 195lbs… then 190… then… the point is I’ll keep finding reasons to pierce, scar and mutilate your cock until no one would ever want to see it, let alone touch it, ever again!
- Up on the gynecological exam table like a good little girl, feet in the stirrups, and give yourself a guiche piercing. Then padlock your PA to it and mail me the key. I will get great enjoyment for letting you watch me hammer it into a useless lump of metal.
Once we’ve finished with all those games, we can start your weekly confessionals where you’ll confess your short comings and be required to make suggestions for even more punishments and your deserved penance for the week. Remember, even if you were perfect all week, you where born male and deserve punishment for that fact alone.
Every two weeks you’ll call me on Zoom and beg me for two more weeks of denial while you edge for me. Be entertaining enough and I may invite my girlfriends to watch!
I will call for snap Zoom inspections to see you are cleaning properly. Sooner rather than later you’ll realize I will always find something wrong, I’m just using it as an excuse to watch you beat the shit out of yourself with your studded belt across your thighs! But Goddess help you if I think you are not trying your hardest to please me!
We’ll do plenty of one-way, recorded Zoom calls of you performing humiliating games for me and my girlfriends. Maybe even other prospective slaves so they can witness what they’re getting into. We’ll might have you write on yourself with permanent marker, watch you crawl and lick your wife’s boot soles clean, chain your cock piercing to your tongue and recite poetry for us. Put you in women’s panties and watch as you pour itching powder into them, then handcuff your hands behind you… maybe after taking a nice big enema of your own piss as well. Leave the camera on so we can check on you from time to time and listen to your sobbing and pleading.
Maybe I’ll feel like you need some corner time chained to the wall. Hours and hours of it. We came include your noise cancelling headphones looping my hypnosis tapes over and over. Even better, chained outdoors in the cold until watching you shiver gets boring and I release you.
Can a person waterboard themselves? I game to find out! Even if it takes you all afternoon to perfect it!
When we hold our women’s meetings we’ll play a variation of a drinking game. We put you in a rubber gas mask and have you cover the opening until you hear the word “slave”. It will all help reinforce the fact that men should remain silent when women are speaking!
For some silliness I’ll have you record yourself writing “I am a stupid male.” 500 times with no breaks. Then you can mail it to me and I’ll let you watch as I drop it in the trash, unopened.
Holidays will be extra special fun for me and you from now on too! Starting on the 4th of July we can celebrate the removal of freedoms month!
- You’ll turn over web access to your security camera. You’ll never know who I share it with.
- I’ll remove your sight by having you put in your blackout contacts for a day.
- You’ll spend a day gagged.
- No more naked female bodies for you ever. For your edging pleasure you can have CFNM porn only, liberally interspersed with images of ME.
- Money and speech are power, so let’s have you surrender all your passwords, credit cards numbers, and investment accounts information. You can ask my permission to use them going forward…
So there it is. Just a glimpse into my darkness. By far, it is not a comprehensive list. Did I even mention what you can do with a wire coat hanger and a kitchen brulee torch? Ben Gay? Shock collars? No. Of course not. As I said, it isn’t intended to be a wish list, it’s meant to inspire the right woman’s own imagination!
It is meant to speak to women who may have a small place hidden away inside them that resents, fears, and is angry with men in general but which they never speak out loud. It is an invitation to a safe place where you are invited to be your full self, all that is beautiful and divine about your woman-ness and all that lusts for retribution and complete power.
How dark are you Ma’am? What would you love to paint upon the canvas of me?
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No, you don’t. Why would you disgust me? What you describe is tough, certainly. And it is from many angles more than even most BDSM people would allow for themselves or would want to witness from close, not to mention how most vanilla people would react. That we can agree upon, I think. But.
But it depicts either your fantasy, a dream gone wild. Or part or all of this is indeed your real life or at least your serious wish for a real life. Again, what’s wrong with both? There is a huge lot of litterature about extreme erotic dreams – nothing new under sun here. Doesn’t at all mean it is meant to really happen. Do we want to kill because we have killed someone in a dream? Sometimes, one evacuates things by dreaming or fantasising. Or it’s just en erotic fantasy that gets you aroused and memorably enhances a wank.
If you live like that or plan to live like that, in detail, and have found the partner to take you there – it’s your choice. From what I see, nobody gets harmed, not the willing ‘victim’ and certainly no outsider. It’s all just a matter of what the reader is willing to accept and allow.
And strangely, when it comes to most personal and private things, people, even involved people, tend to lose all their tolerance. A bit more than what they do is suddenly unsafe, over the top, crazy, insane. Why? Because THEY won’t do it. What is the problem with an occasional coprophagist? What is the problem with extreme humiliation or extreme control? It’s extreme, that’s all. If both agree to to it – who am I to have an opinion? It’s not about rape! It’s about stuff consenting adults do together. Let’s never forget that it is done TOGETHER, regardless of inquality in the relationship’s definition.
So, no. You don’t disgust me. You dream, you live part or all of the dream, you dream more and worse and you have the courage to share your really dirty thoughts.
What the heck is wrong with that? On a private website? I admit I felt a bit of a tickling and some temptation while reading.