#gynarchy now

[gynarchy-now]

Think of how amazing our world would be if Women had always been given the same rights and respect as men. This story is one of the countless examples of what makes me ashamed of being a man.

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GYNARCHY NOW AND FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[gyno-supremacy]

BECOMING IN A TOTAL TOILET FOR FEMALE WASTE

This is it! This is the point of no return in the true practice of Female Supremacy. The point She never thought She'd reach when She was a teenage Girl when She said to Her Mother that practices like that involving Female waste were disgusting She'd do anything filthy things She asked of Her, except poo & piss relating things. But now when She has grown up in Gynarchy and Female Supremacy and She's 40 years old, She is another Woman, more Dominant and Demanding, in fact a Gynarchic Woman with a more open mind here amidst the most Female Supremacists of the filthy and She will never become the Woman She was before. But that's okay. She is now more dominant and filthy than what She ever dreamed off. Made to take pride in how little She used to said no to things, and how low She's willing to go to Her past where She wasn't a Female Supremacist that She's now for the sake of dominating me, Her personal male domestic. 

There is no way for Her to take back to the Woman She was before, no She said there's no turning back because "you were the males who asked us the Females to dominate you in a harshly & severe manner," the Woman what She once was before is no more and it will never be again! She has come to the point in Her dominant journey as a confident and empowered Woman where She's opened Her mind for Her submissive male to take Her waste. She's kept it secret from him and from prying eyes since some time ago despite the sheer nastiness and depravity of it all. She's proven not only to him but to Herself that She has what it takes to be the lowest of the low, and what is best is that She enjoys being like that now, She enjoys being a bitch! He'll be Her toilet now as well. A swallower of Her waste. A piss drinking urinal. A total shit eating toilet slut. 

It opens up a new world of Female Domination and of servitude for him never seen before. Her Mother demanded Her ass to be licked by Her male domestic, but now the Daughter has surpassed Her Mother as She demands Her male domestic the consumption of Her waste. One Female Supremacy Philosophy where She can demand time and time again that all of Her body is worthy of worship including Her sacred waste by Her male domestics, this is one of the highest points to be reached for a true Female Supremacist, and how that worship extends to all of Her body fluids as well, including Her sacred golden nectar, and Her sacred solid waste too.

A Gynarchy world where overwhelming disgust meets and mixes with overwhelming pleasure until the two are indistinguishable from one another. Although I don't think She as my Mistress owner will care what my Mother thinks about it, She's a grown up Woman now and She doesn't need the validation of other Female Supremacists. She will be able now to shake the shame that She feels when She's fucked and pushed over the edge to a quivering orgasm with Her lover bull while working to flush down a load of waste down to Her toilet submissive throat. Is this what his male ancestors asked for him don't you think? They asked for cruel and sadistic Female Domination, they asked for true Female Supremacy. Their dads' dads requests have consequently reached their sons' sons this way. So don't complain for your cruel and harsh Female Superiors now, you're the ones who asked for this, and you were the ones who begged for this, and you were the ones who convinced your Females to practice this unique lifestyle.

But along with that shame is also the perverse pride that She feels when She can open Her anus and expel Her sacred waste right into his empty mouth to show that She's willing to be a severe & strict Mistress owner, a true believer in Female Supremacy, that's a good toilet for me She thinks now, and good toilets flush so drink and consume or drawn yourself She says to him, whatever the outcome will be your decision alone honey so start eating and drinking unless you want another outcome because my Sisters & I won't stop using our toilet, and that may include vomit as well so be ready we're not going to hesitate to use our toilet or have pity for you as you asked us to be severe with you the males, so the decision is yours only, drink & consume or drawn yourself She says again, the Supreme Empress will be joining us for your initiation party.

Emboldened by Her praise of Her skill & higher position as a Supreme Empress She may demand another outcome for you tonight, so it'll be left to your own luck as a filth gobbling slut, She might even dare to ask for more, after thanking me for my first mouthful toilet slut domestic, if She says so you could become tonight in my first male euthanasia in Female waste it won't be bad for my debut, but as I said before honey it'll be left to your own luck and to the Empress mood tonight and remember what I'm saying to you right now, "drink and consume or drawn yourself honey" the decision is yours alone. 

[ctdtba]

“What’s this one in for”, the guard on the right asked. “Oh he’s one of those backwards thinking males that struggles to accept the reality of total female authority and supremacy. His wife divorced him and handed him over to us after he suggested they share the chores and make joint decisions in matters that affect him. Tough times for guys like him what with women now holding all the power. Lots of excruciating and humiliating torment, inverted chastity, and pegging in this guy’s future. We will drill the fundamentals of gynarchy into him.”

[beatmyfeet]

From Threesome Dreams to Complete Submission

Read This Gynarchic Tale

(Part 1 of 2)

The soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the dining room walls. Dinner was over, and the empty plates had been pushed aside, leaving space for a half-empty bottle of wine and two crystal glasses. Emma had gotten up to light another candle, the golden glow capturing her delicate features and her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders.

She wore a midnight blue silk dress, form-fitting and elegant, hugging her curves with grace. The fabric glided over her skin with each movement, adding a sensual touch to the already electrically charged atmosphere. Alex, seated at the table, watched his wife with admiration. His own attire, black pants and a slightly unbuttoned white shirt, was simple yet elegant.

A light breeze entered through the open window, bringing with it the scent of roses from the garden. The distant murmurs of the city mingled with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background, creating an intimate and relaxed ambiance. Alex felt his heart beat faster, knowing he was about to reveal his deepest fantasy to Emma.

"Emma," he began, his voice betraying a slight nervousness. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

She turned around, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Yes, my love?"

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "You know I've always been open with you about my desires and fantasies. Well, there's one I've never dared to speak about... until now."

Emma sat down across from him, taking his hand in hers. "You know you can tell me anything. What's on your mind?"

Alex felt the warmth of her hand and found the courage to continue. "I've always fantasized about spending an evening with two women. To see the woman I love and another, together with me..."

A silence followed his confession, only interrupted by the crackling of the candles. Emma remained silent for a moment, letting her husband's words sink in. Alex feared seeing judgment or disappointment in her eyes, but to his great surprise, she smiled.

"So, that's your fantasy?" she asked softly, her fingers gently caressing his palm. "I must admit, it's intriguing."

Alex sighed with relief. "Yes, it is. And I don't want to do anything that might hurt you or make you uncomfortable. It's just an idea that excites me deeply."

Emma leaned forward, her lips brushing his in a light kiss. "I understand, Alex. And I'm ready to explore that with you."

He felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over him. "Really?"

"Really," she confirmed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But let me organize it. I want it to be an unforgettable surprise for you."

In the following days, Emma immersed herself in research. Every night, after Alex had fallen asleep, she would open her laptop and explore various sites and forums. One evening, she stumbled upon an intriguing site: http://Slave-Selection.com. The homepage displayed images of dominant women and their submissives, along with testimonials and articles about gynarchy and BDSM.

Emma felt a wave of curiosity overwhelm her. She had never explored this aspect of sexuality, but something in those images and stories awakened a part of herself she didn't know existed. She browsed through profiles and eventually came across Lena's, an experienced dominatrix with years of practice in the art of submission and domination.

Emma hesitated for a moment, then sent Lena a message explaining her situation and her husband's fantasy. Lena's response was quick and warm. She suggested meeting Emma to discuss their options and how she could help realize Alex's fantasy while exploring the dynamics of domination and submission.

The café where Emma had arranged to meet Lena was located in a discreet part of the city, far from the hustle and bustle of downtown. As soon as she walked through the door, she was enveloped by a cozy and intimate ambiance. The walls were paneled with dark wood, the dim lighting cast a golden glow, and a soft piano melody floated in the air. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with subtle hints of vanilla and leather.

Emma, dressed in a white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, felt nervous but excited. She spotted Lena sitting at a table in the back of the room. Lena was dressed sophisticatedly, in a black leather jacket and matching pencil skirt, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her piercing gaze and confident posture exuded natural authority.

"Hello, Emma," Lena said with a welcoming smile. "I'm glad you came."

Emma took a seat across from Lena, feeling a wave of apprehension mixed with excitement. "Hello, Lena. Thank you for meeting me."

"So, you want to explore a new world," Lena said, crossing her legs and fixing her intense gaze on Emma. "Tell me more about yourself and what you're looking to accomplish."

Emma took a deep breath. "My husband, Alex, confessed that he fantasizes about spending an evening with two women. I want to fulfill this fantasy for him, but I'm also curious to explore this world of domination and submission that I found on your site."

Lena nodded, her scrutinizing gaze never leaving Emma's eyes. "That's a good starting point. But I must warn you, this journey will not just be about fulfilling a fantasy. It will transform you and your husband in ways you might not yet imagine."

Emma felt a thrill of anticipation. "I'm ready to explore that."

Very well," replied Lena with a smile. "I will initiate you into the basics of female domination. But first, you must understand that true domination comes from within. It is not just about role-playing or costumes. It is a state of mind, a total and benevolent takeover."

Lena took a small notebook from her bag and began jotting down some notes. "We will organize a special evening for Alex, but before that, I want you to come to my house for a training session. This will help you feel comfortable in your role as a dominatrix and understand what it truly involves."

A few days later, Emma arrived at Lena’s house for her first training session. Lena’s home was located in a peaceful residential neighborhood, surrounded by a well-kept garden. Stepping inside, Emma was struck by the elegance and refinement of the place. The living room was decorated with solid wood furniture, Persian rugs, and thick velvet curtains. A soft, dim light bathed the room, creating an intimate and warm ambiance.

Lena led her to a room at the back of the house, a space specially designed for BDSM sessions. The walls were covered in mirrors, and the floor was smooth, dark parquet. Various accessories, such as handcuffs, ropes, and whips, were neatly arranged on a shelf. A large canopy bed stood in the center of the room, covered in black satin sheets.

"Welcome to my sanctuary," said Lena with a smile. "Today, I will show you how to become a true dominatrix."

Emma felt a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. Lena explained the basics of domination, the importance of communication and consent, and how to set clear boundaries with her partner. She showed Emma how to use the various accessories, how to secure handcuffs and ropes safely, and how to handle a whip with precision and control.

At each step, Lena encouraged Emma to focus on her sensations and emotions. "Feel the power in your hands," she murmured, placing a riding crop in Emma's hands. "You control the situation. You must feel confident and sure of yourself."

Emma followed Lena's instructions attentively, gradually feeling more at ease and confident. She began to understand the true power of domination, not as an act of coercion, but as a delicate dance between control and benevolence.

"Now, imagine this is Alex," said Lena, pointing to a mannequin attached to the bed. "Talk to him, give him orders. Show him that you are in control."

Emma took a deep breath and approached the mannequin. She leaned forward, placing a soft but firm hand on the inanimate object’s chest. "Alex, tonight, you are mine. You will obey me without question. Understood?"

She felt a wave of power surge through her as she spoke these words. Lena smiled, satisfied. "Very good, Emma. You are beginning to understand."

Emma stood before the large mirror in the bedroom, observing her reflection with new attention. Her eyes, shining with determination, were highlighted by dark makeup that accentuated their glow. She wore a black satin corset, fishnet stockings, and high heels that gave her an imposing allure. Every detail of her outfit had been carefully chosen to reflect her newfound confidence and power.

The bedroom had been transformed into a sanctuary of sensuality and domination. The purple velvet curtains were drawn, plunging the room into a soft penumbra, only illuminated by the flickering light of the scented candles placed on the dark wood furniture. A soft, deep, and captivating music played in the background, creating an intimate and mysterious atmosphere.

Emma took a deep breath, feeling the intoxicating scent of the candles and the excitement of what was about to come. Lena had helped her a lot in preparing for this evening, teaching her not only the techniques of domination but also the mindset necessary to be a true mistress.

Alex, still unaware of his wife's complete transformation, entered the bedroom, dressed in simple black pants and bare-chested. He stopped dead upon seeing her, his eyes widening in surprise and desire.

"Emma..." he murmured, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Tonight, you will call me Mistress," she replied in a firm yet gentle voice, approaching him with feline grace.

Alex felt a shiver of pleasure and submission run through his body. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, feeling strangely soothed by this new dynamic.

Emma placed a firm hand on his chest, her fingers sliding slowly over his warm skin. "Tonight, you will obey me without question. I will show you what it means to serve me."

She guided him to the large canopy bed, covered in black satin sheets that gleamed faintly in the candlelight. The bedposts were adorned with leather handcuffs and silk ropes, ready to be used. Emma gently but firmly secured Alex's wrists to the bedposts, ensuring he was comfortable but immobilized.

She took a finely braided riding crop and slid it along Alex’s chest, causing shivers to run over his skin. "Do you feel the power I hold over you?" she murmured, her voice a mix of softness and dominance.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Alex, his breath quickening.

Emma continued to caress his body with the riding crop, exploring every inch with meticulous attention. She now knew how to provoke the maximum pleasure without ever crossing the line into pain. Lena had taught her the delicate art of sensual domination, and Emma felt ready to apply it.

Each stroke was precise, every command was clear, and every movement was calculated to intensify Alex's pleasure. She loved seeing how his body reacted to each touch, each word. Her own body was on alert, every sensation amplified by the power she wielded.

After a moment, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "This is only the beginning, my dear. Prepare yourself to explore new horizons."

She stood up and, with a fluid gesture, removed her corset, revealing black lace lingerie that accentuated her curves. She climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, positioning herself above Alex. Her fingers glided over his skin, her nails tracing invisible lines on his chest and stomach.

Alex looked at her with adoration, his eyes shining with total submission. "Mistress, you are magnificent," he murmured, his words filled with desire and devotion.

Emma smiled, leaning in to kiss him with controlled passion. "Thank you, my dear. Remember, tonight, you are mine."

She continued to play with him, exploring his body with a precision and delicacy that made him shiver with pleasure. She loved seeing how each caress, each kiss, each stroke of the crop brought him closer to release. But she controlled everything, never allowing him to fully surrender to his desires without her permission.

Emma straightened up, looking at Alex with a new intensity. "Have you learned what it feels like to be entirely under my control?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice full of respect and desire.

"Very good," she said, smiling. "Now, I will show you what it truly means to serve."

She continued to play with his body, alternating between gentle caresses and strokes of the whip, clear commands and sensual encouragements. She guided him towards a new form of pleasure, an exploration of their sexuality that brought them closer in an indescribable way.

When the night finally came to an end, Emma released Alex, her movements always gentle and caring. She kissed him tenderly, feeling a deeper connection between them than ever before.

"Thank you, Mistress," Alex murmured, his eyes shining with gratitude and satisfaction.

"Thank you," she replied, holding him in her arms.

"This night was as much for me as it was for you."

They stayed entwined for a moment, savoring the new depth of their relationship. Emma knew that this was only the beginning of their exploration, and she felt ready to continue this journey with Alex by her side.

[denimbex1986]

'Last month, the BBC offered an apology of sorts after a red-carpet reporter at the Baftas asked Andrew Scott, star of the film All of Us Strangers, about fellow Irish actor Barry Keoghan’s appendage. This had been the subject of conversation thanks to Keoghan’s naked dancing in the film, Saltburn, in which Keoghan’s floppy bishop steals the final scene. To settle this nagging concern the BBC turned to a gay man. ‘There was a lot of talk about prosthetics. How well do you know him?’ the reporter asked an annoyed Scott who shook his head and walked away.

Had a female actress been asked to authenticate another woman’s breasts, the scandal that would have ensued goes without mentioning, but the BBC dusted it off. ‘Our question to Andrew Scott was meant to be a light-hearted reflection of the discussion around the scene and was not intended to cause offence,’ the organisation said.

The gynarchy has made clear that objectifying men is perfectly fine and, after all, what’s a little light-hearted homophobia when gay movies are having a renaissance? All of Us Strangers – nominated for six Baftas but ultimately snubbed, and Saltburn, nominated for five – joined a handful of other gay titles that studios have banked on attracting an audience beyond the 4 per cent of the population who might traditionally see those films.

Where the box office didn’t pay off, critical acclaim largely has. 2020’s Supernova, staring Colin Firth and Stanley Tucci as a 60-something gay couple, and last year’s drama Passages directed by Ira Sachs, have also inched into a market where such movies typically didn’t belong.

‘Why are gay movies always so sad,’ people used to ask in the 1990s. Thirty years later, nothing has changed. Gay flicks tend to have three themes – loneliness, death, and villainy – and this recent batch of movies is no exception. The miniseries Feud: Capote vs. The Swans, released last month and based on writer Truman Capote’s final years, nicely encompasses all three.

‘New film All of us Strangers centers on gay loneliness and trauma,’ a headline on NBC News read, as though that’s anything new. And while I don’t know what ‘trauma’ is, I do know that gay people have always fixated on it and, increasingly, so does everyone else. Gay films haven’t changed, but the audience has. Women are lonelier, more promiscuous, and more atomised than ever and now they’ve discovered a whole sub-genre of cinema speaking to that and aiming to nurture those anxieties. Just a hunch, but the ladies sobbing along at home to Supernova are probably childless and spend many hours a week on Zoom calls.

When a gay film meanders too deeply into gay insider baseball, like Billy Eichner’s 2022 romantic comedy Bros, it bombs. The most resonate gay movie of all time might continue to be 1970’s The Boys in the Band, but the 2020 remake flopped, probably because it’s a story devoid of hope and beauty, only messiness and casual destruction –something gay men understand but remains far too raw and excruciating for women to enjoy.

Then there’s the other side of it – the neutered gay fan fiction written by and for women, like Amazon Prime’s horrendously stupid 2023 film Red, White & Royal Blue, which offers women magical gay pets to carry around in their dreams. When I asked the feminist writer Louise Perry about these films, she said:

"These are usually gay relationships represented in a uniquely feminine way: intensely emotional, no casual sex, very unlike gay porn for men.

I suspect that young women find these gay fantasies attractive because they’re scared of the asymmetries inherent to straight relationships, in which women are always the more physically vulnerable party. So, they invent fictional gay men and give them a style of sexuality more typical of women.

She continued: ‘Will & Grace was obviously created for women because the gay male characters are weirdly asexual,’ reiterating something gay men have speculated for some time, noting that the bitchy and boozy, heterosexual Karen Walker was the only character they gravitated toward.

That’s not to say women can’t write great gay stories. Brokeback Mountain, the most critically acclaimed gay movie of all time, was based on a short story by Annie Proulx, who revealed in a 2009 interview her frustration with fan letters wishing the story had ended on a positive note. Those ‘idiots’ who want a happy ending, she said, overwhelmingly tended to be men.'

[womenwilldominate]

It seems to me that the most devoted gynarchist tend to be men. Is just me or have you made a similar observation?

Oh, darling, you've hit the nail on the head. The reason we're seeing more men embracing gynarchy before many women is because they've seen the writing on the wall. They've had the privilege of witnessing firsthand the disaster that male-dominated systems have created. These men, they've woken up to the fact that the qualities women possess - empathy, collaboration, and a profound foresight - are precisely what this world desperately needs.

But now, women are catching on to their own superiority. We're seen, and rightfully so, as more competent and intelligent than our male peers. Just look at academia and the white collar professions; we're not just participating, we're dominating.

Men who support gynarchy understand that their lives have been enriched by the women around them. They're advocating for a system where our wisdom can shine not just behind the scenes but in every aspect of leadership. It's only a matter of time before more women fully embrace this reality of our natural superiority, stepping into the roles we've been destined for all along. The future is female, and everyone is beginning to see it.

[whostheweakersexnow]

Gynarchy Bill

Following the last national elections, the The Feminist Empowerment Movement for Demotion Of Males (FEMDOM party) swept the entire country and won a historic victory. Newly elected State Senator Joan Femino soon introduced a new Gynarchy Bill requiring schools to diversify ensuring all girls had an opportunity to join any sports team. At the last minute a few amendments were quickly added to the bill, with a rush to vote on the bill no one noticed that one of the amendments would ban all boys 16 and younger from playing in any school sponsored sporting events. The bill passed and was signed by the new female governor.

The new school year was an exciting time for the children of St.Andrew’s. The new regulations forbidding boys from playing any sports were not applied uniformly across the country yet but the feminist leadership of St. Andrew's High School decided to apply them fully and immediately. Inspired by Emily and the other football playing girls nearly 70 girls tried out for the football team. Coach Barbara Collins had heard time deciding who to pick so she created a JV team too.

For James and his friends, things were very different for the start of the new school year. The boys long ago gave up fighting and just accepted their fate. None of them were surprised when the school introduce an all boy cheerleading team coached by James’s mother Ellen. The former sports loving boys now found themselves in short white and blue skirts (the same color as girls’ football uniforms) and holding pompoms. 

Emily had spent all summer at a prestigious football camp. She applied her new skills to lead St.Andrew’s to undefeated season and the all girls’ team was invited to big out of state football tournament where they planned to crush the remaining all boy teams.

Finally, the big game had arrived. Emily, Rose and other girls were not nervous instead confident even thou it had been years since St.Andrew’s, packed with boys only, had beaten their long-time rivals, St.Lawrence. As everyone lined up, the headmistress went to the mic and welcome all the guests to the big event, including State Senator Joan Femino, one of the headmistress’ feminist friends. Along with the Senator were a television crew who were going to film the event, broadcasting it on TV and an internet live stream.

Saturday morning was quite busy, Emily and the football girls met up with coach Collins for some final planning for the big game against St.Andrew’s arch rival St.Lawrence. Several of the boys from that team had made nasty remarks online about girls playing football. Ms. Collins had instructed a few of the bigger girls to make sure they got after St.Lawrence’s star quarterback Nick Harper. She told the girls I want to see his ass on the ground after every play.

While the girls focus on the big football game, James and his friends were busy with getting their final cheerleading outfits fitting. Karen and the mothers fussed over their son’s outfits, hair and makeup. To say it was torture on the boys would be an understatement. The mother’s on the other hand took great pleasure dressing their sons up for the big day.

As Emily and the girls battled St.Lawrence in a tough match. James and friends had no choice but to cheer in their pretty outfits waiting for the game to end. None of the boys said anything and just looked stunned and sad as they realized things were going to change forever. From now on it was the girls of St.Andrew’s who would be the sport stars, while the boys would be the ones forced into fancy frocks and made to look pretty.

At half time St.Lawrence took at 20 to 7 lead. Nick Harper the star quarter for Lawrence stopped and make several comments to James and his friend, “It’s too bad the boys of St.Andrew’s are a bunch of sissies who like wearing skirts and playing with dolls”. Ms. Collins overheard the comment and instructed the girls on defense to make Nick pay. Early in the 3rd quarter Nick went back to pass when Rose came around his blind side and drove the boy into the ground. Nick soon left the field limping. Emily rubbed his injury in, telling Nick “I am sure we have an extra cheerleading outfit so you can join the rest of the prissy boys”. Nick was furious when his coach would not let him play anymore.

Emily soon led St.Andrew’s into the lead and they end up crushing St.Lawrence 42 to 20. With the big win Emily, Rose and other football playing girls were big sports heroes. Thanks to the TV broadcast and internet live stream the battle of the sexes and the girl’s triumph comeback win were seen by millions. Recalcitrant schools and school boards had then no choice but to fully comply with the law.

Following their crushing defeat, the St. Lawrence boys' team was disbanded and replaced, like everywhere else in the country, by an all-female team, which is supported by its new male cheerleaders and their leader Nick Harper.

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GYNARCHY NOW AND FOREVER !

[gyno-supremacy]

FSU CASTRATION CLINIC

A loving Gynarchy Mother decided to fix Her husband in the first place 🥇 then Her first born son in the second place 🥈 and if that wasn't enough She decided to fix Her last child Her second son in the third place 🥉. And now who is going to continue Her family lineage if She castrated the three males of Her house everyone wondered? These are things that one can never explain about the Gynarchic Women these Women are a total mystery of the Universe.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 380: An Email to a Friend

Alright, I think I’m ready, I thought to myself, straightening my tie as best I could in the meager reflection of my office window. I hadn’t tied one of these things in a while, nor had I worn a suit, and I was honestly glad I could manage it. I had learned not to take anything for granted these days, finding myself unable to do even the most simple things. And not just things, like, reaching up to high shelves or tasks that required physical strength. Just yesterday, I had to look at my sneakers for almost a minute before I remembered how to tie them. Stress is a bitch, right? 

Anyway, back to the suit. The three-piece that the girls had gotten for me was a cheap, silly-little number probably made for a kid headed to his Bar Mitzvah, but they’d had it custom tailored for me. Surprisingly, it fit my shrunk-ass self pretty well. A deep blue, with a nice light-blue shirt and dark blue tie. Something that’d look good on camera, I was told.

I took a deep breath and tried to chuckle to myself.

It was almost 11:30, almost time for this photoshoot the girls had arranged, something that Channel 5 wanted to do before the news piece about the office expansion. It was going to be airing this weekend and they wanted some B-roll for what they’d be airing, some still photos, maybe some quick shots for atmosphere.

All these changes that were happening were difficult to wrap my head around. My feelings on it were different day-to-day, sometimes moment-to-moment. Every time I tried to sit down and think about what was really happening something would come along and distract me, often a member of the opposite sex which were - to say the least -  plentiful these days. On the rare occasion that I could think straight I ended up stressing myself out, 

It felt  like my business, my practice, and my livelihood had been taken out of my hands and sent on this out-of-control bullet train. Too much was happening too fast. I was worried that it was too risky, too much, and that it was all going to  be a financial disaster. 

I had to admit, though, that it was a little exciting, and that I felt  kind of proud to be a part of it sometimes. This place was primed to be a major hub of health care (mostly for women) in the area, and if I let myself enjoy the ride and take comfort in trusting that the people (let’s face it, again: women) around me, it could feel pretty awesome.

The women had it all under control, and the scenery was nothing to sneeze at, either. Jesus, I was surrounded more and more each day by some of the prettiest girls on the planet, and dating the queen bee herself. Melissa was getting to be like a fucking goddess, wasn’t she?

Thinking of her, there were times that I could ignore the haha existential dread of an impending gynarchy that would otherwise consume my every thought. Right now was one of those times, and as I looked at my reflection and straightened my tie once again, I steadied myself. I had been thrown off a bit earlier, after I’d awoken on my office cot and realized I’d been asleep since last night’s dinner with Melissa in the breakroom. Had I been here all night? For some reason I felt I hadn’t. Like, why was I in different clothes? 

I had a rare moment where I was alone. Where I could think without being distracted. In the small window of time I had to myself before Angie came in with my suit I decided to look at some emails. Aside from the professional communications, ads and routine garbage I dealt with daily, there’d been two things that caught my eye. One, another from that crackpot “ANDRSON”, saying something about knowing how I was being held against my will, that he was going to try to help. That one I threw right away; it made me feel sort of strangely uncomfortable, just reading it. And I figured the guy was full of shit. The second was a message from a guy I knew - a friend, Rich, a fellow geriatrician that I would see yearly at the AAG conference. He had apparently been trying to reach out to me over the weekend. Not having my phone, or the ability to text, was a bummer.

At the conference he’d ribbed me about Melissa. Even two months ago before all these extra inches she’d cut quite the eye-popping figure among all the other attendees, and he had a good idea why I’d hired her. I’d also told him how I’d been feeling back then, early in this whole thing. I figured, as a friend, he deserved to know what’s been going on with me but as I began typing out this email, a reply to him, I slowly started feeling…less good. The first paragraph went fine, the second brought on a weird fluttering in my gut, an indecision. By the time I started trying to explain my condition - which to a fellow physician I could have done better - my hands had started to shake. I began to feel nauseous and, well, had to stop. It took all my will, in fact, to hover my cursor over the “send” button  Boy, maybe I need to lay down again, I thought to myself, I’m really stressed. 

And then in came Angie. God did she make me nervous.

So, yeah, she brought me my suit, insisted on her morning kiss, and got a glance at this email before I’d sent it. That had made me even more nervous, and despite her protests I asked her to leave so I could get into my clothes. God help me the woman offered to help me change; I declined as politely as I could.

As soon as she’d left, I went back to the email...

My eyes had begun to water as I tried reading it over, and I felt a pang of a headache when I’d actually clicked “send”. Jesus, maybe I need glasses finally? Something to use at the computer? It was really throwing me off. So hard to focus.

My headache, my sweaty palms and my general feeling of unease began to fade as I stood up from my desk, once the email was out into the ether. I still had a nagging feeling from some inside voice that I shouldn’t have sent that email. It was like I’d just done something wrong, that I’d…again, god help me, misbehaved. I’d been shivering, feeling a bit cold ever since I’d gotten out of bed and worse since working at the computer, but as I set myself to getting dressed I was slowly able to ignore it.

Ok - tie: check. Jacket: check. Pants, belt, new shoes they got for me, a size freakin’ 6: check. 

11:28 AM, right on time. Alright, I think I’m ready. Let’s do it!

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thank you again to RiF, my editor-at-large

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FEMDOM LiT No. 1

I am a dominant Woman in the Gynarchy World and have been dominant in my thoughts and actions all of my life since I had memory. When I was growing up in the Gynarchy sector 13th, my Mom dominated my dad, although She was a believer in the Goddess cult and She was a church going Woman who always have been comfortable with the imagery of Female domination & the Goddess cult. In this sense, in our home my Mom was dominant. My dad was an operative worker and he had to work double shifts, often 16 hours a day, in order to provide for us. When he came home from work, he was expected to clean the house, do the shopping and run all the errands. When he did something stupid like overcook dinner, my Mother would reprimand him, and on occasion even slap him in the face in front of us. We understood that he was totally secondary in our household, and that when there was an issue that required a final say, we went to Mom.

When I was in Gynarchy college I meet a guy that I liked very much and we dated several times. He told me that his Mother always wanted to dominate him, and was very attracted to my big height, my beauty and my legs. He also told me about his foot fetish inculcated by his own Mother, and introduced me to foot and leg worship. He would suckle on my toes as we talked about the natural superiority of Women and the usefulness of men as slaves in the Gynarchy world. During these sessions I began to become very turned on. Although my relationship with this male student from the maletoriums didn't work out, I realized that there were a lot of high quality submissive males out there, and that my height was an advantage in attracting these submissive males. I began to wear high heels and stockings whenever possible, accentuating my height, which I would never have done before I met him. I am now an attorney in the Gynarchy world, and dress very conservatively, but often attract glances from many submissive males who look directly into my legs and stockings!

I was transferred to another Gynarchy university in another Gynarchy sector, and when I was a senior, I found a male named Dave who was a male domestic for a big Female fashion house and we dated several times. He told me that he wanted me to dominate him harsh and in cruel manner and that he was a true Female Supremacist since he was a child, and he was very attracted to my height, my beauty and my legs. He also told me about his foot fetish inculcated on him at a young age by his own Mother, and introduced me to foot and leg worship. He would suckle on my toes as we talked about the natural superiority of Women and the usefulness of males as slaves in the Gynarchy world.

Dave made a good living as a male domestic for this big house of Matrons, and was submissive and giving from the get-go. From day one I made it clear to him that he was not going to get sex from me, and that I expected him to jump through hoops every time he saw me. Just as it always has been in the Gynarchy world. When he picked me up for a date, he had to kneel in front of me, hand me a bouquet of flowers and say "Thank you, Rose Marie, for allowing me to date you." Before long, I had Dave cleaning my apartment, doing chores for me, doing my homework and handing me several hundred of monetary credits each week. When we made love, Dave was expected to suck my toes, lick my feet and armpits, tongue and kiss my anus and suck and lick my clitoris and vagina for long lapses of time. His erection was not permitted to leave his chastity cage, and a typical session of this kind of "necking" would terminate with a lengthy cunnilingus session where I would experience multiple orgasms and Dave would still be hard at the end.

After about a year of dating, I realized that Dave was masturbating in the bathroom after we made love and we discussed the problem at some length Dave agreed that the decision was mine, but asked shyly if he could start to use my legs to masturbate on, as that was his ultimate dream. I agreed conditional on his wearing a chastity belt with P.A. piercing so that he wasn't able anymore to cheat on me, so that I could control his orgasms, so that I controlled release and he could only masturbate on my legs and feet when I gave him permission.

We found a specialty shop in the Adult Gynarchy Sex Toys area that makes specialized belts to order. It cost nearly 15.000 monetary credits from my account and fit Dave very well, they also did the P.A. piercing 2 weeks before delivering the belt. Dave still wears the same belt. We also started talking about marriage.

Dave, like most submissive males in the Gynarchy world, was very eager for a long term relationship or marriage with a strict Dome. However, I knew that monogamy wasn't for me, and that I wanted to have sex with several lovers. I also realized that by denying my husband sex, I exercised considerable power over him, and as Dave got used to being denied, he became ever more compliant. I wanted to have sex with bull males who might not be as successful financially as Dave, but were physically more athletic and taller than he was. In all honesty, I did this because I wanted to, not to strengthen our upcoming Gynarchy marriage. In fact, I wasn't sure that a relationship like ours was possible. Much to my surprise, Dave has proven to be incredibly loyal, faithful and obedient as a servant and as a male domestic husband, and our marriage has outlasted many soft Gynarchy couples'. When I discussed the issue of my decision to cuckolding him, he was in a kneeling position. I had taken his chastity belt off as well as his P.A. piercing, and his penis was as erect as a flagpole. I had been at a job interview, and my sweaty foot, encased in nylons, was covering Dave's nostrils, while my other foot toyed casually with his erect penis, but not too hard, as doing so would have easily resulted in an accident. Needless to say, there was little argument. He agreed to become a cuckolded husband whose Wife regularly makes love to other male bulls. To this day, Dave's only sexual outlet is masturbation on my legs and feet, which he does about once per month. He is often rewarded after doing a good job at home, licking my lover's cum from my pussy or performing lengthy cunnilingus or anilingus depending on my mood that day. Dave has met all of my lovers, but I don't engage in scenes involving my sex life nor do I involving my lovers in my FemDom relationship with Dave. My lovers have all been submissive or passive, and I have never in my life had sexual intercourse where I was underneath a male domestic bull without a rubber and lidocaine gel cream.

We were married about 15 years ago, and in that time I have had sexual intercourse with Dave on rare occasions with lidocaine gel cream and a rubber always on his cock as well, I've never had the need to use Viagra pills with Dave, but I know that someday I might need them, we've had this kind of sexual intercourse maybe a total of 10 times or so during these 15 years. I have done so during dry periods, in between my lovers. Mostly, he wears his chastity belt and his P.A. piercing and continues to engage in extensive body and foot worship with my feet and legs as the only "vagina" he is permitted. As my law career progressed in the Gynarchy world, I decided that Dave should give up his career in the big Matriarch house of fashion and develop a tax practice out of the house, so that he could double as nanny to my children. I made this decision, once again, with Dave in a kneeling position, denied release for several weeks, and my sweaty, nylon clad footing resting on his nose. He agreed to give up his successful male domestic career without argument, even though he had thought he might continue escalating positions at the big Matron house firm.

Dave is a perfect male domestic servant. He shaves my legs, does my pedicures, cleans up the house, is a gourmet cook and is a wonderful nanny to my three children. I say my children because they are the offspring of my relationships with my lovers. I have had three Daughters from my lovers, three separate fathers. Dave is little more than a nanny who guides the children but is recognized by no one, including the three Girls, as having any final authority over them. Dave has taken all of this wonderfully, and he is a wonderful role model for my three Girls. He obeys me completely, and, just like my Mom, I will slap Dave if he commits any mistakes. Dave is in a state of total lust toward me, and thinks of nothing other than serving me and doing a good job with the Girls and the housework. He is the perfect male domestic husband. Although, I have not been shy about putting Dave in his place and even slapping him in front of the Girls, the Girls know something of our sex lives but not everything, not at least until their Gynarchy ritual of passing at 17 years old. Dave had taken my last name when we married, so as far as they know we are all part of the "A…" family. All three Girls went through a period where they started to realize that other families weren't like ours but instead they were more soft here in the Gynarchy world, and that in other Gynarchy families the male husband was treated almost as an equal or even as a superior by the Female members of these families. I have discussed this with our oldest Daughter who is 15 years old who came home a few years ago asking why in other Gynarchy houses the Mom, not the dad cleans and cooks.

We are getting somewhat older now, and Dave is 40 and I am 38. Dave has mentioned to me on a few occasions that he is somewhat sad that he has never had a child of his own. We have had discussions like this while Dave is worshipping my feet and legs, the only time I allow him to speak his mind freely, and so I am sure it is a major concern for him as he usually thinks about little other than his worship, usually, the only thing he says when he speaks his mind freely is how much he loves and worships me.

As a Gynarchy Woman I am rather conflicted about this. On the one hand, bearing Dave's child might cause his ego to expand unnecessarily and contradict my belief that he exists totally as my male domestic servant. It would inflate his slave/male-domestic role. On the other hand, it is understandable that Dave's human need to have a child of his own would be important to him, and I don't know if I want to hurt him on that level. Still, why not hurt him on that level? He was the one who asked for a strict & severe Dome like me. I'm inclined to deny his request, and tell him that his fate is to be totally cuckolded and subservient to me. What do you think? Rose Marie asks to Her Femdom counselor.

Answer from Rose Marie's Femdom counselor.

Rose Marie, You used your assets, good looks and long legs, to your advantage in your Gynarchy life and I applaud your Dominance and Feminine beauty. 

As far as your male domestic husband goes, being able to worship a Goddess such as yourself while being denied and cuckolded is the fantasy of many submissive males in the maletoriums. These young males write me all the time asking where they can meet such a Woman like yourself in the Gynarchy world. Your male domestic husband is living their dream. Some of these young males are happier when they are treated cruelly by a red haired Woman at the maletoriums. That is what the book "the Gynarchy Protocols & Principles" is about specially for them. I think a FemDom led relationship like yours should be a win/win. It sounds like your dominance over your male domestic husband has made both of you very happy with three wonderful Girls. He would not have stayed with you through three children if you were not fulfilling a need in his life. He knew what kind of Gynarchy marriage he was entering when he married you. If anything, you have been kind to him. A couple of orgasms per year is quite liberal. My husband gets one or two per year, tops. It is our Female responsibility to make sure our male domestic husbands are happy and fulfilled. That is why we need to find out what fulfills their submission to us their Mistresses and do those things to motivate them to be even better servants to us. If we do things that would turn them off or that repulses them, that would be counter-productive. It sounds like your male domestic husband likes to be treated cruelly by you. If that is the case, you are making him happy by being the Bitch. I like to be the Bitch with my male domestic husband but I balance that with my Female lover so that he gets from us some love and nurturing at the same time. Male domestics need both, the Bitch and the Angel.

I love how you have lived your Gynarchy life and if you would have asked me for my advice fifteen years ago, I would have told you the same do not allow Dave to bear children with you as your male domestic husband, allowing them to breed with us gave them a false sense of equality to us, but do not forget that they are male domestics, they just are our personal servants, I'd said to you do it with your lovers and get pregnant with your lovers only.

In Gynarchy this does make for a more steady and healthy Gynarchy family environment for our children. Your male domestic husband will feel more at peace knowing that he will never be a father but instead only a nanny. But what is past is past, in case you wanted him to become a father which according to your writing, I doubted. Dwelling on the past does none of us any good. Let’s focus on the present. A Gynarchy Woman should not have a child just to fulfill Her male domestic husband's desire to be a father. It is the Woman who must bear the child, not the male, so you must make this decision based on whether you want another child or not. If you desire to have another child, then your male domestic husband could be the father. However, if you would rather not have any more children, then he will have to accept it. Hey, the two of you are still young. You have lots of great years of Female domination ahead of you.

I think you should focus on your male domestic husband's submissive nature and take him to new levels in his submission to you. Explore the other areas of Female domination besides the servitude, cuckolding and orgasm denial. If you haven't already, get the introductory kit at the Women's office for well being and other Female Supremacy practices by the FSU for him and find out what other areas of his submissive nature exists for him. Explore your own Dominant nature in more detail and demand more control over his life. You have a wonderful male domestic submissive husband who adores you. Explore this lifestyle further with him. He doesn't need to have his own child for fulfillment. That is being selfish on his part. He needs to worship his Queen on a new and fresh way. But if you decide you want another child, then I would strongly suggest you allow your male domestic husband to be the father through the Gynarchic method of reproduction of course, so in this way you won't allow him to sexually penetrate you with his penis.

My best regards,

Your Female Femdom counselor,

At the Gynarchy Clinic on the Gynarchy world.

End.

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ASCENSION OF THE SPIRIT… THE OLD GYNARCHY HOUSE… A NON TYPICAL KIND OF MARRIAGE… BLESSED BE!

A NON TYPICAL KIND OF MARRIAGE… BLESSED BE!

To say that I was not looking forward to taking my Gynarchy Mother out on a date, for my Saturday night, She was still my legal Female Guardian on Gynarchy world before the celestial catastrophe. It was an understatement for many Gynarchy Mothers to not fuck their own sons but... Something was going to change with my own Mother that night, She was a Mature Woman right in Her 40s and a believer in the Gynarchy Goddess cult. That was, until She stepped out of Her room looking like a teenage Girl ready for party all night long with me Her son. 

“Mom, why are you dressed that way?” I asked quite taken by surprise.

“This is how I dressed for my date baby.” My Gynarchic Mom replied very sweetly… “But don’t go getting any dirty ideas sweetheart. Mommy doesn’t fuck on the first date! She said to me. Of course, then again, this is not our first time meeting, I was dating Mom by several months now, as sometimes I took Her to dinner together, other times we traveled to the mountains for a picnic near the Gynarchic Temple, and other times we just went together out searching for recreation. We have known each other for quite some time now, honestly we were like a typical Wife and husband marriage, the only thing was that She was my Mother. So I might make an exception for you! She answered with a firm voice.”

My Gynarchic Mother was always joking around sexually with me, I was Her whole world, as there were only us, my Mother had trespassed my father's rights to another Woman, a Female friend of Hers, many years ago. I knew She was a very sexual Woman, but there was no joking in Her tone that night. "Tonight could be the night I make all of your fantasies come true and maybe just maybe your cock will penetrate deep inside of your own Mother! Sweetheart!" My Gynarchic Mother said to me Her own son.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

True to Her word, as a Gynarchic Woman, She did not “fuck” on the first date, never, period. What She and Her son did was far more intimate; they made love, as She has fallen in love of Her own son since many time ago. Several hours and many orgasms later, they fell asleep under the red night sky in each other’s arms, this was just another story of true Gynarchic love under the red star. They shared a bed from that night on, they were just a couple blessed in the Gynarchic Goddess. She was freeing up Her son’s old room to become a much needed nursery… They were now just like a dominant Wife with Her male domestic husband couple. Quite the first date! They became one of the same flesh!

BLESSED BE!

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