SCHOOLGIRL-PIN

I’ve always been fortunate enough to meet the right Girls at the right time. And these Girls, unintentionally perhaps, influenced my submissive life greatly. Sue was the first. She was always a bit edgy and short-tempered. An active volcano, one might say: always ready to rumble and smother you with molten lava. We had no idea where Her anger came from, but when it came, it came with brutal force. She fought ferociously, and boys, including older boys, ran with the tail between their legs. And rightfully so, because Sue didn’t just twist your arm; She dislocated your shoulder. I was the tallest boy in the neighbourhood and therefore hard to beat. Still She won half the time, not because I lost deliberately or anything, absolutely not. There was really no need for that; one moment of slackness and She would kick your ass. The pinnacle of humiliation was (and still is) the Schoolgirl-Pin: sitting on top of Her victims, pinning them down to the ground. Sometimes She would force you to submit over and over again, smothering you with Her hands or stuffing grass into your mouth. Oh, beautiful, unforgettable days!
In the end we lost track of each other, because that’s how life works sometimes. So here’s to Sue and the unparalleled beauty of the Schoolgirl-Pin.

MALE CHASTITY

Corporal punishment is not a punishment at all for a masochist. If anything: it’s a treat, a reward for bad behaviour. That won’t do, will it? So if you need to punish a man, then take control over the sausage between his legs, because most slaves are madly in love with their own wiener. Herds of them will attach a photo of their ding-a-ling to a slave application. Quite disgusting, but there you go. I tend to ignore those applications all together, because I want a slave, not someone who’s obsessed with his own scrotum. 
A most adequate tool to tame the beast between his legs is a chastity device. Put his dick in the nick and power is yours. From now on he has to earn each orgasm. Each mistake will be punished and don’t be too squeamish about it. Be ruthless if you have to, because he loves being in this predicament. Trust Me: the longer his pickle is locked up, the more submissive and obedient he becomes. Besides: no matter where he is or what he does, he will be reminded of the fact that you’re the one who holds the key to his happiness. So lock him up and lock him down, because that’s more effective than a thrashing. 

VINTAGE FEMDOM

Some will say that stains, scratches & a wagonload of dust on old photos is part of the vintage charm. But I don’t have a dust fetish, to be honest, so I like to clean them up a little bit. I’m not a fan of filters or anything; it’s all done by hand and one particle at the time. Without overdoing it and without ruining the overall feel of the photo.
These vintage photos are so beautiful, because there’s an innocence about them that I just love. Female Domination was so much simpler and straightforward back then. The Internet changed all that and it even changed you and me. Not just a little bit, but beyond recognition, I’m afraid. Anyway, these pictures were taken in the seventies and eighties, when the Ladies were in the prime of their beauty. A split second of divinity, so many years ago. Most of them are old and grey by now. Weird idea, isn’t it? So gather ye rosebuds while ye may. 

FETISH MAGNITUDE SCALE

I’m a bit of a fetish collector, to be honest. You name it, I fetish. The impact of these Fetishes varies between 1 and 9 on the Fetish Magnitude Scale. A magnitude 1 to 3 fetish sends shivers down my spine and ripples down my dick. But that’s about it, so it’s all rather innocent and harmless. On the other end of that scale however, is a magnitude-9 fetish, and that’s a whole different kettle of fish all together. A mag-9 shakes the fillings from my teeth and turns my testicles into castanets.
They say a real fetish is an Achilles heel, and I totally agree with that. That’s why I always kept my fetish cards close to my chest, so that no one knew how vulnerable I really was. Because knowing all about these weaknesses is pure power in the lovely wrong hands. On the other hand: it’s nearly impossible for an outsider to grasp the magnitude (hehe, nice one) of a mag-9 fetish. So even if I’d shout it from the rooftops, they’ll still think I’m exaggerating or lying to my teeth. Still, I feel blessed and fortunate to have these breath-taking, heart-breaking, earth-shaking fetishes!

HAPPY NEW YEAR

I say to you, my friends, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. A dream that one day Women will rise up and take power till the end of time. I hope and pray that one day a man will only be judged by his obedience and servitude towards Women. Oh hail, oh hail Female Supremacy! I have a dream that one day men will crawl the hilltops of the Midlands and the mighty Rockies, the heightening Mount Kilimanjaro and the snowcapped peaks of the Himalaya to serve and obey the Almighty Women. Halleluja! So let male slavery ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let it ring from the mighty mountains of New York and the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Blessed Ladies, let male slavery ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, so that we can finally say: slaves, slaves, great God a-mighty, we’re slaves at last.

This blog is about my fantasies, fetishes, personal stories, vintage stuff and about the uncharted and unexplored possibilities of Female Supremacy. No hidden links to pay-sites, no popups or other nuisances. Just a plain and simple blog. So all aboard, Ladies and gentlemen, let’s visit the wonderful world of Female Superiority.