Dressed to oppress

Desires are OK.  You're welcome to have desires.  But they're not needs.

 

I don't feel very masculine.  But then I never do.

 

 

 

 

OK, better humour her. I hope she does actually know the way, though - there's nothing worse than asking someone on the street for directions, and you get into a conversation and it turns out they don't really know.

 

 

 

She's right, but even the saddest, loneliest life can be lit up by Joy.

Actually, she's wrong about that - you don't need to learn to control yourself, not now she's around.

Tender moments

I am in their loyalty programme.  I get to pay more when I book flights, as I accumulate points they demand ever more expensive gifts and on board I am treated with extra contempt.

 

 

I expect you'll want to evaluate this proposition quite carefully.  I mean, that's a lot of money to lend someone you barely know, just on the strength of... on the strength of... sorry, what were we talking about?

 

 

 

I can multi-task!  I can flounce and simper, both at the same time. 

 

 

 

 

As story-writers say, don't tell: show.

 

Oh, I don't know.  There are advantages.  For one thing, it's not one of those wildly unrealistic fetishes that's completely divorced from real life.  For example, I am actually a lazy, worthless and sexually unattractive male, deserving the contempt the women I know barely bother to conceal.  So I can live the dream, so to speak.

 

Girls don't make passes

... at boys with slapped arses.

I had to post this, because it's something I have personally experienced and I think it is precisely the sort of abusive behaviour that comes from negative stereotyping of male submissives.  What - just because I'm sexually submissive, some random stranger expected me to give her money, to go shopping with her, pay for everything, carry the stuff home, wash her car, cook and serve a meal for her and her boyfriend and then fuck off? If I hadn't had her socks stuffed in my mouth the whole time, I'd have told her a thing or two about mutual respect in BDSM!

She's still technically employed as a housemaid, but on a substantially higher pay scale.

Nor would I, willingly.

Character development is important in snip-lit.  Women want depth and emotional complexity in the characters they read about.  They don't just want to read accounts of guys screaming in pain and terror as the cheesewire tightens... they want to know something of the inner pain they're experiencing too.

Even an ordinary hotel room will normally have coat-hangers, kettles, maybe even a sewing set with needles.  Oh - and if there isn't a steam iron, you can send for one.  You can have lots of fun in even the most vanilla environments.

The lovely Lucy Mistress Sidonia,  there, of course.

Kept men

(we don't talk about the discarded ones).

Another 2% fantasise desperately about it not happening, or at least not so often and not quite so hard.

Featuring the lovely and no-nonsense Miss Cassie Hunter, the Hunteress.

Right.  It's about time all this nonsense stopped - I'm going to put my foot down. In fact, I'm going to stamp my foot - hard.  Several times.  And I'm going to to have a proper tantrum.  That should show her she can't treat me like this.

Their faces usually fall again when she goes on to inform them that she will therefore proceed to the next thrashing, for the next item on her list.

I once asked my SO if she could feminise me, but she just laughed and said she'd love to, but I don't have the IQ to make a convincing woman.

She cares a lot.

By the way, not 'found femdom' in any meaningful way, but over the break I've been watching episodes of 90s British sitcom Game On and perving ever so slightly to the lovely Samantha Janus and especially her relationship with the character Martin.  I watched it occasionally at the time it was broadcast and it's as weird and spectacularly depressing as ever, as the basic set-up is that Matt - a neurotic, agoraphobic narcissist - rents out rooms in his flat to Martin (a wimp) and Mandy (a goddess!).  Martin is a virgin desperate for sex, while Mandy is frustrated with her life and hates herself for sleeping with so many men.  But (da-dum), the only men she absolutely will not have sex with are the other two characters.  With Matt, she refuses and pushes him away but with Martin it obviously never even occurs to her to have sex with him. There's a lovely scene in this episode (intended to be the first ever, although they varied the order of broadcast), in which her latest boxer boyfriend takes up her whole bed, so she snuggles up with Martin, who lies there with an erection the whole desperate night.  Here, starting 16.22.  Ahhh...

So, yeah, not in any way femdom.  Except that Samantha Janus is quite literally a goddess and I for one intend to found a religion in her honour.

She is notionally Samantha Womack these days, but I'll be hunting down Mr so-called Womack and forcing the blasphemer to change his name to Janus, as is only right and proper, so don't worry about that.